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💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
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At noon, we lowered my parents into the ground. By midnight, I drowned in Tristan—my brother's best friend, the only warm thing left in a frozen world. “Stay,” I whispered. Then buttoned his shirt like a stranger. “This can't happen again,” he said."You're my best friend's little sister.” I ran to London to forget. Daxon found me first—perfect smile, perfect pedigree, perfect cage. “Wear your hair down,” he decided."And stop calling your brother.” Numbers blocked. Friends erased. A tracker in my phone."You're overreacting,” he'd murmur, smoothing concealer over yellowed bruises."You make me do this.” When the test turned positive, hope flickered. “I'm pregnant,” I whispered. “You're lying,” he answered."Fix it.” I said no. The bathroom floor answered for me. He texted,"Don't make a mess.” I bled alone. Wedding day. Veil tight. Hall packed. The pack smiling like they're at a coronation, not an execution. He leaned close."You will say ‘I do.' Don't embarrass me.” My phone buzzed—unknown number: You're stronger than you know. Alone, bruised, and finally awake… which way do I run? --- THE NIGHT I SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED HIM Prologue Athena I can't breathe. Tristan moves inside me, slow and deep, and I'm drowning in the sensation. Each thrust sends heat spiraling through my body, filling all the hollow spaces that grief carved out today. His hands find their way beneath my thigh, lifting it carefully... gently, like I might shatter—before he pushes forward, filling me again. I gasp, arching my back off the bed, fingers tangled in the sheets, desperate to hold onto something solid, anything. But it's all so overwhelming. So intoxicating. The moonlight streaming through his bedroom window catches the sweat on his chest, the way his dark hair sticks to his forehead. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as I fall apart beneath him. This is wrong. So wrong. We just laid our parents to rest this morning. All four of them—my mom and dad, his mom and dad. Lowered into the ground side by side, just like they would have wanted. Our fathers had been best friends since childhood, Alphas of neighboring packs who refused to let territory lines divide them. They'd died together on vacation, their car wrapping around a tree on some mountain road. My mother had held on for three days in the hospital, her wolf fighting until the very end, but even she couldn't survive what that crash had done to her. I still can't wrap my brain around how we got here. One minute we were holding hands at their graveside as we watched them lower their bodies, and the next... we're here, wrapped in each other's arms. I should be grieving. I should be home, surrounded by my brother and pack, letting them comfort me the way wolves are supposed to. Instead, I'm here, in Tristan's bed, letting my brother's best friend touch me like he owns me. "Athena," he breathes against my throat, and I arch into him, desperate for anything that will make this pain stop. I've wanted him for so long... years of watching him from across rooms, of pretending I didn't notice how his eyes would linger on me sometimes when he thought no one was looking. He drives into me again, slower this time, savoring each moment until I whimper. I instinctively reach for him, my hands wrapping around his shoulders, then slipping into his hair, pulling him closer, aching for his warmth... because he is the only thing that feels real in this shattered moment. His left hand plays with my clit, taking me to places I've never been. I want more. I need more. I tilt my head up, and when a moan slips out louder than I intend, he closes the space between us and kisses me hard, swallowing the sound as if it pains him to hear it. The kiss is desperate, a raw mix of warmth and urgency... his lips pressed against mine like he fears the silence that looms between us. He quickens his rhythm again, every thrust knocking the breath from my lungs, making me gasp into his mouth, blurring the lines of grief, of reality. I know I shouldn't be here... finding solace like this, lost in an intimacy that feels too good to be true. But I am. And I don't want him to stop. I know we're going to face the harsh reality after this, but I still want to enjoy it while it lasts. At some point, he flips us over, and suddenly I'm straddling him, my hands pressed against his chest, moving against him as he studies me, his eyes tracing every contour of my body. His mouth travels down my neck, across my collarbone, and when I cry out, he shushes me softly, his lips brushing against my skin like a gentle chant. I lean down to kiss him again, slower this time, even as our bodies dance together. I can't tell if I'm crying or not... my eyes burn, yet everything else is hot, aching, alive. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he holds me in place and moves faster, deeper, pushing me toward the edge. The sound that escapes me is half-moan, half-sob, and he swallows it with his mouth again, kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him sane. When I come, it's with his name on my lips and tears on my cheeks. He follows seconds later, his face buried in my neck, his body shuddering against mine. For a moment, we just lie there, breathing hard, his weight pinning me to the mattress. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, can smell the mix of his cologne and our sweat. My wolf is purring, content in a way she hasn't been since we got the call about the accident. This feels right. Like coming home. But then he pulls away, sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back to me. The distance between us suddenly feels like a chasm. "This can't happen again," he says, his voice rough. Cold. My heart stops. I knew this was coming, but I didn't expect it this soon. "Tristan..." "You're like a sister to me." He stands, reaching for his jeans. "That's all you've ever been. All you'll ever be." The words hit like a physical blow. A sister. He's known me since forever, watched me grow up, been there for every milestone. But I've never been his sister. Not the way he's looking at me now, like I'm something he needs to forget. "Don't," I whisper, pulling the sheet up to cover myself. "Don't say that. Not after what we just..." "After what we just did?" He turns to face me, and the regret in his eyes is unmistakable. "We just made the biggest mistake of our lives, Ath. We're grieving, we're not thinking straight, and we..." He runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother is going to kill me." "Orion doesn't have to know." "That's not the point." He pulls his shirt on, every movement sharp and angry. "The point is this should never have happened. I was supposed to protect you. Not take advantage of you during my weakness." "That's not..." "We were both hurting, we still are... and that was the reason we did something this stupid. That's all this was." He says, cutting me off. Each word feels like a knife between my ribs. I want to argue, to tell him he's wrong, but the look on his face stops me. He's already decided. In his mind, I'm just his best friend's little sister who threw herself at him in a moment of weakness. "Get some sleep," he says, moving toward the door. "I'll drive you home in the morning." "Tristan, wait..." But he's already gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that makes my chest ache. I stare at the ceiling, my wolf whimpering in my chest. She doesn't understand why he's rejecting us, why he's running when we both know what we felt tonight was real. But I understand now. I'm not enough for him. Not what he needs. Never have been. I should have known better. Should have known all this was too good... too fucking perfect to be real. When his fingers had traced the curve of my spine, when he had whispered my name like a prayer against my skin, I should have known this would end in ruins. But grief does terrible things to your judgment, and I allowed myself to drown in the illusion that... maybe... just maybe, he sees me as the woman I am. I let out a painful laugh. The only thing I've ever been to him was Orion's baby sister. The child that needs protecting. And that's what I'll ever be. The next day, I didn't wait for him to take me. I'm not a little thing that needs protecting. Over the next three days, I make my decision. I can't stay here, in this pack, in this town where every corner reminds me of my parents, where I have to see Tristan and pretend that night meant nothing. I can't watch him treat me like a stranger, like a burden he has to carry for my brother's sake. I book a flight to London. Pack my bags. Tell Orion I need space, time to figure out who I am without our parents. I don't tell him the real reason I'm running. I don't tell him that I'm in love with his best friend, and that loving him is going to destroy me if I stay. Some secrets are too dangerous to speak aloud, even to family. Especially to family. THE MATING CEREMONY Chapter 1 Five years later Athena The white dress feels like chains around my neck. I stare at myself in the mirror of the bridal suite, my reflection wavering through the tears I refuse to let fall. The woman looking back at me is a stranger, hollow cheeks, dark circles carefully concealed with makeup, a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. The dress Daxon chose hangs off my frame, too big now after months of barely eating, of walking on eggshells, of shrinking myself smaller and smaller until I almost disappeared entirely. "You look beautiful," whispers Elena, one of the pack's omega females assigned to help me prepare. Her voice is gentle, but I catch the way her eyes linger on the foundation caked thick around my left eye, the way the sleeves of my dress are positioned to hide the fingerprint bruises on my arms. Beautiful. The word tastes bitter in my mouth. When was the last time I felt beautiful? When was the last time I felt anything other than afraid? "Thank you," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. Through the thin walls, I can hear the pack members gathering in the main hall. Their excited chatter grates against my nerves like sandpaper. They have no idea what they're celebrating. They think they're witnessing the union of their Alpha and his chosen mate. They don't know they're watching a funeral, the death of whatever was left of the woman I used to be. Elena adjusts my veil, her fingers surprisingly gentle. "The Alpha requested that you wear your hair down," she says carefully. "He said it frames your face better." Of course he did. Daxon has an opinion about everything. How I should dress, how I should speak, how I should breathe. The hair thing is new, though. For the past three years, he's insisted I wear it up, professional, not drawing attention to myself. The change makes my skin crawl. What does he want now? What new way has he found to control me? My fingers trace the silver necklace at my throat—Daxon's "gift" from this morning. It sits heavy against my skin, cold and restricting. Everything he gives me comes with invisible strings attached, invisible chains that bind me tighter to him with each passing day. The door opens without a knock, and he fills the doorway. Even after three years, Daxon Sullivan still takes my breath away, but not in the way it used to. Now it's fear that steals the air from my lungs. He's devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, his Alpha presence commanding the room. To everyone else, he's the perfect groom. I know better. "Ladies, could you give us a moment?" His voice is smooth silk, the tone he uses when he wants something. Elena and the other helpers file out quickly, leaving us alone. I keep my eyes on my reflection, watching him in the mirror as he approaches. He stops behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders, and I have to fight not to flinch. "Perfect," he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. "You look absolutely perfect." The word tastes bitter. Perfect for what? For the show? For his image? Perfect victim? His hands tighten on my shoulders, not enough to bruise, he's learned to be more careful about visible marks, but enough to make his point. "I know the past few weeks have been... difficult. But after tonight, everything changes. No more doubt. No more hesitation. You'll be mine completely." Completely. The word makes my stomach turn. I already feel like I'm disappearing, piece by piece, day by day. What will be left of me after tonight? "I love you," he says, pressing his lips to the top of my head. The words sound rehearsed, empty. When was the last time he said them and meant it? When was the last time I believed them? "I love you too," I whisper back, because it's what he expects. The lie tastes like blood –that belongs to someone else's – in my mouth. He releases me and checks his watch. "Ten minutes. Don't be late, Athena. And don't disappoint me." The threat hangs in the air between us, unspoken but understood. I nod, not trusting my voice. After he leaves, I sink into the chair, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until I walk down that aisle and bind myself to him forever. Ten minutes until there's no escape, no hope, no future that doesn't include his fists and his rage and his suffocating control. My phone buzzes on the vanity. A text from an unknown number: Thinking of you today. You deserve happiness. - A friend I stare at the message, my heart hammering. Who could have sent this? I don't have friends anymore. Daxon made sure of that, slowly isolating me from everyone who might see the truth, might ask questions, might offer me a way out. Another buzz: You're stronger than you know. My hands shake as I delete the messages. If Daxon sees them, if he thinks I'm talking to someone behind his back... I can't even finish the thought. The last time he thought I was "keeping secrets" from him, I couldn't sit properly for a week. A knock at the door makes me jump. "Miss Slade? It's time." Elena peeks in, her smile bright and expectant. Behind her, I can hear the processional music beginning. The moment I've been dreading for months is finally here. I stand on unsteady legs, smoothing down my dress. In the mirror, the woman staring back at me looks like a ghost. Maybe she is. Maybe I died two months ago in our apartment, bleeding on the bathroom floor, and this is just my corpse going through the motions. "Ready?" Elena asks. No. I'm not ready. I'll never be ready for this. "Yes," I lie. The walk down the aisle feels like walking underwater. Everything is muffled, distorted, unreal. I see faces in the crowd, pack members smiling, nodding, some of them crying happy tears. They think they're witnessing something beautiful. They have no idea they're watching a woman walk to her own execution. Daxon waits at the altar, handsome and confident, his smile perfect for the cameras. But I know that smile. I know what it hides. I know what it costs. The officiant begins the ceremony, his voice echoing through the hall as he speaks of sacred bonds and eternal commitment. The words wash over me like white noise. All I can think about is the silver around my throat, the bruises hidden under my makeup, the baby I lost because I wasn't strong enough to leave. "Daxon, I have something to tell you....." I'd been so excited that day, rushing home from the doctor's office with the news that would change everything. We'd been trying for months, and finally, finally, it had happened. I was pregnant. Two weeks along, but pregnant. I'd found him in the living room, the words had died in my throat when I saw him. Saw them. His secretary, Jessica, bent over our kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up around her waist while my mate—my supposed mate, took her from behind like a rutting animal. The pregnancy test was still clutched in my hand when he noticed me standing there. Positive. Two weeks along. The family we'd talked about, the future we'd planned, the reason I'd convinced myself to stay despite everything. "Athena," he'd said, not even bothering to pull out of her. "You're home early." Jessica had laughed, actually laughed, while adjusting her clothes. "Oops," she'd said, not sounding sorry at all. "I should go." And then it was just us. Just me, standing in our kitchen with proof of our future in my hands, and him, still half-dressed, looking at me like I was an inconvenience. "We're having a baby," I'd whispered, holding up the test. Maybe that would make him remorseful. But I've never been more wrong. His face had gone white, then red, then something darker. "You're lying." "I'm not. I have the test results, the ultrasound pictures. I just came from the doctor. We're going to have a baby, Daxon. We're going to be parents." I look at him unsure of what I was really feeling. But I was willing to let whatever I witness slide, for the sake of our family. The family we were about to build. "I was going to wait until after dinner, make it special" I added with a slow voice. "Special?" He'd laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're lying because you think it will make me stay. You think trapping me with a pup will keep me from leaving you."You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?" His words slide through my heart. What was he talking about? I thought maybe he was drunk. He's saying all that because he was drunk. Yes. "Leaving me? Daxon, what are you talking about? We're getting married in two months...." I try reasoning with him. Talking sense into him. "Two months of pretending I actually want this. Two months of playing happy couple for the pack. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is, pretending to love someone like you?" The words had hit me like physical blows. "Someone like me?" "Weak. Pathetic. Clingy. You're nothing, Athena. You're nobody. The only reason I'm marrying you is because it's expected of me, because an Alpha needs a mate. But don't fool yourself into thinking it's because I love you." After three years, this is what I get? He'd started walking toward me, and every instinct I had screamed at me to run. I backed away from him, my hands instinctively moving to protect my stomach. "You don't mean that. You're just scared about the baby, or nervous" "I'm not scared. I'm disgusted. The idea of you carrying my child makes me sick." That's when he'd hit me. Not across the face, he'd learned to be more careful about visible bruises. This time, his fist had connected with my ribs, driving all the air from my lungs. I'd doubled over, gasping, and he'd grabbed my hair, yanking my head back to look at him. "Get rid of it," he'd snarled. "I don't care how. Just get rid of it." "No." The word had come out as a whisper, but it had been the strongest thing I'd said in months. "I won't." His second punch had been to my stomach. The third had been to my back when I'd fallen to the floor. The fourth had been to my ribs again, and I'd heard something crack. My wolf snarled, trying to release itself but held I it down with everything I had. I didn't want to anger Daxon anymore. I couldn't. I just needed to protect my baby. I'd curled into a ball, trying to protect the tiny life growing inside me, but it was too late. The cramping had started an hour later. The bleeding had begun that night. I couldn't walk, there was no one around. I'd lost my baby on the bathroom floor, alone, while Daxon was at the office "working late." The tiny cluster of cells that had been my hope for the future had slipped away from me along with my faith in love, in goodness, in the possibility of happiness. When he'd come home and found me there, he'd actually looked shocked. "Athena? What happened?" "You killed our baby," I'd whispered. For the first time in months, he'd looked genuinely remorseful. "I didn't know. I didn't know you were really pregnant. I thought you were lying, trying to manipulate me." I felt like slapping him across the face, but I couldn't, not when I don't want to break a ribs two more "I never lied to you. Not once." He'd gathered me in his arms, carried me to bed, called his pack doctor to come examine me. For three days, he'd been the man I'd fallen in love with—gentle, attentive, horrified by what he'd done. "I'm sorry," he'd whispered over and over. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I love you, Athena. I love you so much, and I'm going to be better. I promise I'll be better." I'd wanted to believe him. God, how I'd wanted to believe him. But promises are just words, and words are just air. And air can't protect you from fists. "Do you, Daxon Sullivan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, until death do you part?" "I do." His voice is strong, confident. The voice of a man who's never doubted his right to own whatever he wants. "And do you, Athena Morrison, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, until death do you part?" I REJECT YOU, DAXON SULLIVAN Chapter 2 This is it. The moment of truth. The point of no return. I look at Daxon, at his expectant face, at the way his eyes promise punishment if I don't give him what he wants. I look at the crowd of pack members, all watching, all waiting, all believing they're witnessing something sacred. I think about the woman I used to be, before I learned to make myself small. Before I learned that love was supposed to hurt. Before I forgot that I had a voice. I think about my baby, who never got a chance to live because I was too weak to protect us both. I think about the rest of my life, stretching out ahead of me like a prison sentence. I think about the text messages from earlier: You're stronger than you know. And I realize something. I am stronger than I know. Stronger than he's made me believe. Stronger than the fear he's used to control me. I open my mouth, and the words come out clear and strong. "I reject you." The silence that follows is deafening. Three hundred people staring at me in shock, their mouths open, their eyes wide. The officiant looks confused, like he's not sure he heard correctly. Daxon's face cycles through emotions—surprise, confusion, embarrassment, rage. "What did you say?" "I reject you, Daxon Sullivan." My voice is steadier now, powered by three years of suppressed fury. "I reject you as my mate. I reject you as my husband. I reject you as my Alpha. I reject this ceremony, this marriage, this life you've built for us on lies and fear." The silver necklace at my throat grows warm, then hot, then burns against my skin as the magical bond between us begins to sever. Daxon staggers backward, his hand pressed to his chest as he feels it too, the tearing, the breaking, the freedom. The reaction is immediate and explosive. Gasps echo through the hall. Someone screams. I hear chairs scraping against the floor as people jump to their feet. Daxon takes a step toward me, his face contorting with rage. "You can't do this. You can't humiliate me like this. Not in front of everyone." "I just did." The boldness in my voice surprises even me. I've had enough. Enough of his constant disrespect. He'd turned me into someone I couldn't even recognize in the space of three years. He wasn't always like this. When I first came to London, I focused on studying and working. Then one day, I met Daxon at the grocery store where I was working. It took months before I could agree to go out with him. But he'd been so sweet and loving that I fell in love with him completely. I was so stupid. I see his hand move toward me instinctively, the backhand that's silenced me so many times before. But this time, I'm ready. This time, I don't flinch. "Go ahead," I say quietly, my voice carrying in the shocked silence. "Hit me. In front of all these people. Show them who you really are." He freezes, his hand halfway to my face, suddenly aware of the hundreds of eyes watching us. His carefully constructed image cracking in real time. I reach up and grasp the silver necklace at my throat—his claim on me, his mark of ownership. With one sharp yank, I break the chain, feeling my skin underneath burn and blister where it touched me. "I'm done," I say, dropping the necklace at his feet. "I'm done with you, with this, with all of it." The pack erupts in chaos. Voices raised in shock, in outrage, in confusion. But I don't hear them. I'm already turning away, already walking back down the aisle, my steps steady and sure for the first time in three years. ....... In the bridal suite, I strip off the white dress and leave it pooled on the floor like a shed skin. I pull on the jeans and sweater I'd hidden in my bag, real clothes, clothes that feel like armor after months of wearing what he wanted me to wear. My phone is in my hand before I even realize I'm reaching for it. I scroll through my contacts until I find the number I haven't called in almost four years. "Orion?" My voice shakes when he answers, the sound of my brother's voice almost breaking the dam I've built around my emotions. "Athena?" He sounds shocked, confused. "Jesus, is that really you? I haven't heard from you in..." "I need you to come get me," I interrupt, my words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm heading to Heathrow Airport. I'll text you the flight information." "Heathrow? What are you doing in London? I thought you were in America. You haven't returned my calls in years, and now you're..." "I know. I'm sorry. I'll explain everything when I see you. I just... I need to come home. Please." There's a pause, and I can hear the concern in his voice when he speaks again. "Of course. Of course you can come home. But I'll actually be heading to Scotland with Sarah and the kids tomorrow. We're visiting her parents for the week. I won't get back until next week, but I can call someone..." "No." The word comes out sharper than I intended. "I don't want anyone else to know I'm coming. Not yet." "Athena, what's wrong? You're scaring me. What happened?" I close my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temples. How do I explain three years of hell? How do I tell him that his little sister has been dying slowly, piece by piece, while he had no idea? "Nothing," I whisper. "I'm fine. I just can't... I can't stay here anymore." Another pause, longer this time. "Did someone hurt you?" The question hangs in the air between us, loaded with all the things I've never told him, all the secrets I've kept to protect him from the truth. "I just need to get out of here," I say instead. "Please." "Okay." His voice is gentle but firm. "Okay. I'll figure something out. Let me make some calls." I quickly gather what matters most to me and sneak out, heading toward the airport. Twenty minutes later, my phone rings again. "I called a friend," Orion says. "He's the only one who can get to you in time. Just call me when you get there." "Don't worry, I can wait," I say quickly. "I can get a hotel, wait until you get back." "Athena, you sound like you're about to fall apart. I'm not leaving you alone in an airport or a country that's now strange to you for days. You know what, I can just postpone my trip. I'll pick you up, drop you off, and then join Sarah and the kids." I want to argue, but I'm too tired, too drained, too broken to fight anymore. "Okay," I whisper. "Okay." If he wants to help, then who am I to refuse? I really need him so badly. ....... The flight to America is the longest seven hours of my life. I spend most of it staring out the window, watching London disappear beneath the clouds, feeling like I'm leaving behind not just a country but an entire version of myself. The woman who boards the plane in Heathrow is not the same woman who landed there five years ago. That girl had been heartbroken but hopeful, wounded but still believing in love. This woman is something else entirely, hollowed out, hardened, marked by experiences that changed her on a molecular level. But she's also free. For the first time in three years, she's free. JFK Airport is a maze of noise and chaos, but I navigate it on autopilot. My small bag feels pathetically small, three years of life reduced to one bag of essentials. Everything else I left behind. The apartment, the furniture, the wedding dress now crumpled on the floor. All of it tainted by his touch, his presence, his violence. I send a message to Orion telling him I just landed. He responds immediately, saying he's already on his way. I should give him a few minutes. After ten minutes, I receive another text from Orion, telling me he's here. I scan the arrivals area when I spot the last person I ever expected to see. My mind and body freeze for what feels like forever. JUST TRISTAN. TAKING ME HOME Chapter 3 This can't be happening. Not now. Not after everything I've just escaped from. Not when I'm finally free, finally breathing again, finally remembering what it feels like to make my own choices. But there he is. Tristan Hayes. The man I spent two years trying to forget. The man who taught me that love could be gentle before Daxon taught me it could be violent. Wow! He's still so hot, I hear Claire, my wolf, say. I raise a brow. So she's still here? I'd forgotten about her existence. Isn't he so hot? she says with the most sheepish voice I've ever heard from her. That's not what matters now, we need to stay away from him. I say, pushing her down. Then I let myself look at him. Really look at him. Even after five years, Tristan Hayes is impossible to miss. He's taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, his dark hair longer and wilder than the neat style he used to wear. He's aged like fine wine. It looks like he hasn't aged a single day. He looks nothing like a thirty-five-year-old man. He's scanning the crowd, those dark eyes I once knew better than my own searching for someone. For me. His jaw is tighter than I remember, his shoulders broader, but it's still him. Still the man who held me while I cried over my parents' deaths. Still the man who walked away when I needed him most. I should run. Hide in the bathroom until he gives up and leaves. Text Orion that I made a mistake, that I'm not ready to come home after all. But I can't move. I'm frozen in place, watching him search for me, watching the exact moment his eyes find mine across the terminal. The world stops. Everything stops. The noise, the chaos, the constant motion of people rushing past. For just a moment, it's five years ago and I'm twenty-three again, and he's looking at me like I'm the only person who matters in the entire world. Then reality crashes back in. He starts walking toward me, and I can see the questions in his eyes. Questions I'm not ready to answer. Questions about where I've been, what I've been doing, why I look like a ghost of the woman he used to know. "Athena." My name on his lips sounds like a prayer. Like he's not sure I'm real. "Tristan." My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "I wasn't expecting... Orion......" "I told him to go with Sarah." His eyes are searching my face, cataloging every change, every new scar. "I was free, so I volunteered." Of course he did. Of course, after five years of silence, this is how I come home. Running straight into the arms of the man who broke my heart before I even knew what heartbreak was. "You look..." He stops, shakes his head. "You look tired." Tired. That's one way to put it. I look like I've been through a war. Because I have been. A war with myself, with my choices, with a man who tried to erase everything I used to be. "It's been a long flight," I say, because it's easier than the truth. He nods, but I can see he doesn't believe me. Tristan always could read me like a book. It used to be one of the things I loved most about him. Now it terrifies me. "Come on," he says, reaching for my suitcase. "Let's get you home." Home. The word hits me like a physical blow. I don't even know what that means anymore. The apartment in London was never home. The pack house was never home. Home was... home was before. Before my parents died. Before I made the worst decisions of my life. Before I learned that love was supposed to hurt. We walk toward the exit in silence, and I can feel him stealing glances at me. Taking in the way I flinch when someone gets too close. The way I keep my head down, my shoulders hunched. The way I've learned to make myself invisible. This isn't how I wanted to come home. Broken, defeated, with my tail between my legs. I wanted to come back triumphant, successful, with stories of my amazing life in London. Instead, I'm running away from a nightmare I created for myself. The terminal is too bright, too loud, too full of people. Every sound makes me jump. Every sudden movement sends my heart racing. I hate that I've become this person. This scared, broken thing that jumps at shadows. Daxon did this to me. He took the woman I used to be and systematically destroyed her, piece by piece, until all that was left was this hollow shell walking beside the man I once loved. "Athena," Tristan says softly as we reach the parking area. "What happened to you?" The question I've been dreading. The question I don't know how to answer without falling apart completely. "Nothing," I lie, just like I lied to Orion. "I just... I needed to come home." He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes. Part of him wants to push, to demand answers. Part of him wants to pull me into his arms and tell me everything will be okay. But he doesn't do either. He just nods and stops beside a sleek black motorcycle. A motorcycle. Not a car. I stare at it for a moment, trying to reconcile this with the Tristan I used to know. The man who drove a sensible sedan and wore button-down shirts to work. The man who never took risks, never did anything remotely dangerous. But this Tristan... this Tristan is something else entirely. He's dressed like he stepped out of some dangerous fantasy. Black leather jacket that fits him perfectly, dark jeans that hug his legs, boots that look like they could crush someone's skull. He looks nothing like the clean-cut guy I used to know. This version of Tristan is all sharp edges and shadows. The leather jacket is worn in places, like he's had it for years. Like he's been living this life for a long time. The boots are scuffed, the jeans faded in all the right places. This isn't a costume. This is who he is now. There's something different about him too, a hardness around his eyes, a tension in his posture that wasn't there before. And there's something dangerous about him now, something that makes other people give him a wide berth as he moves through the crowd. I want to ask him when he started riding. When he traded his sensible sedan for something that screams rebellion. When he decided to become this version of himself that looks like he could break hearts and bones with equal ease. But I don't. I can't. Because asking questions means opening doors I'm not ready to walk through. Because if I start asking about his life, he'll start asking about mine, and I can't handle that conversation right now. Maybe not ever. He pulls a helmet from the back of the bike and hands it to me. "Here." My hands shake as I take it. Not from fear of the bike. From the way his fingers brush mine. From the way he's looking at me like he can see straight through to my soul. I haven't been this close to a man in months. Not by choice. Not without violence following. My body remembers what it feels like to be touched in anger, and every instinct screams at me to run. The helmet is heavier than I expected. Black, like everything else about him now. I turn it over in my hands, trying to figure out how to put it on without looking like an idiot. But this is Tristan. Tristan who never raised his voice at me. Tristan who held me when I was falling apart. Tristan who walked away that night, yes, but who never hurt me. The problem is, my body doesn't know the difference anymore. My body has learned that men mean pain, that closeness leads to violence, that trusting someone is the fastest way to get hurt. I slip the helmet on, grateful for the barrier it creates between us. For the way it hides my face, my expressions, the tears I'm fighting back. For the way it muffles the world, making everything seem distant and dreamlike. I could see him forcing – not that I could refer to it as forcing – my little bag in what looks like a storage, beloithe seats. He swings his leg over the bike with practiced ease, and I realize this isn't new for him. He's been riding for a while. Long enough to make it look effortless. Long enough that the bike responds to him like an extension of his body. The engine roars to life beneath us, and the sound sends vibrations through my entire body. It's loud, powerful, alive. Nothing like the quiet comfort of a car. This is raw, unfiltered, dangerous. "Athena," he says, his voice muffled by his own helmet. "You okay?" I nod, not trusting my voice. Then I approach the bike, trying to figure out how to get on without making a fool of myself. Without flinching away from his proximity. He doesn't offer to help. Somehow, he knows I need to do this myself. Need to prove to myself that I can still function like a normal human being. I swing my leg over and settle behind him, my body rigid with tension. Every muscle screaming at me to get away, to run, to hide. But I force myself to stay still. Force myself to breathe. The seat is narrow, designed for two people to be close. There's no way to sit behind him without my chest pressed against his back, without my thighs bracketing his, without my arms having nowhere to go but around his waist. "Hold on," he says, and I can hear the concern in his voice even through the helmet. My hands find his jacket, gripping the leather like a lifeline. He's solid, warm, real. Not a memory. Not a ghost from my past. The leather is soft under my fingers, worn smooth by years of wear. Just Tristan. Taking me home. I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE Chapter 4 He pulls out of the parking spot slowly, giving me time to adjust. The motorcycle purrs beneath us like a contented beast, and I can't help but think how fitting that is. Everything about Tristan has always reminded me of something wild, something barely contained. Even now, after five years apart, I can feel that familiar energy radiating from him. *He smells like home,* my wolf whispers in the back of my mind, her voice a low rumble of longing. *Like pine forests and summer storms.* *No,* I tell her firmly. *We can't think like that. Not anymore.* But as we merge onto the highway, the bike picks up speed, and I have no choice but to hold on tighter. My arms circle his waist, and my wolf practically purrs at the contact. She's been so quiet these past three years, retreating deep inside me where Daxon's fists couldn't reach her. But now, with Tristan's familiar scent filling my lungs and his warmth seeping through his leather jacket, she's stirring to life again. The world rushes past us in blurs of light and shadow. The motorcycle is loud, powerful, alive beneath us. So different from the suffocating silence of the house I've finally escaped. I can feel every vibration through my body, every turn as we lean into the curves of the road. The sensation is intoxicating, liberating in a way I'd forgotten was possible. I try not to think about how close I am to him. How my chest is pressed against his back, how I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, how my wolf is practically singing with joy at being near our friend, someone close to family, again. I try not to think about how this would have felt five years ago, when touching him was natural, when being close to him felt like peace, when I thought maybe, just maybe—friendship could become something more. Now it feels dangerous. Not because of him, but because of me. Because I'm broken in ways I don't know how to explain. Because I've forgotten how to be touched without violence. Because every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run, while my wolf is begging me to stay. *He would never hurt us,* she insists, her voice stronger now. *You know this. You've always known this.* But that's exactly the problem. I trusted once before. I trusted Daxon with everything, my heart, my body, my wolf. And he used that trust to nearly destroy us both. To take the only thing that would have brought me happiness. I wasn't given the opportunity to hold my pup, because of that same trust. I force myself to stay still. Force myself to breathe. Force myself to hold on, even as my hands shake against Tristan's stomach. The city lights blur past us as we navigate through traffic. New York at night is beautiful from the back of a motorcycle, all neon and possibility. For a moment, I can almost forget the last three years. Almost pretend I'm just a woman on a bike with a man who once loved her. *Who still loves her,* my wolf adds hopefully. *Stop,* I warn her. *Just stop.* *As a friend* she added. I wanted to respond, but then we hit a pothole, and I instinctively tighten my grip around his waist, and the movement sends a jolt of panic through me. My body remembers being grabbed, being held down, being hurt. My breath catches in my throat, and suddenly I'm not on a motorcycle anymore. I'm back in that house, back in that bedroom, back under Daxon's heavy hands as he..... *Breathe,* my wolf commands, her voice cutting through the spiral of panic. *You're not there. You're with Tristan. You're safe.* Tristan must feel my tension because he slows down, his hand coming to rest briefly on mine where it's pressed against his stomach. The gesture is gentle, reassuring, and it breaks something inside me. His touch doesn't hurt. It doesn't take. It simply... comforts. I used to trust him completely. Used to feel safe in his arms. Used to believe that love was supposed to feel like coming home. Back when we were just Tristan, Orion and Athena, two matured wolves with their little wolf sister, learning what it meant to find their pack, their place in the world. Now I don't know how to trust anyone. Especially not the man who I once wished to be more than a friend, before he abandoned me when I needed him most. *That's not fair,* my wolf chides. *You pushed him, and Orion away. Then you chose Daxon over them.* My wolf was right, I was hurting. Too young to think straight, I let my emotions get the best of me. *Because I was young and stupid,* I snap back. *Because I thought I needed to heal without them.* Then when I met Daxon, I thought his alpha strength meant safety. Now I know better. Now I know that true strength isn't about dominance or control. It's about the gentle way Tristan slows his bike when he feels me tense. It's about the way he came for me tonight without question, without judgment, without asking for anything in return. The ride feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Too soon, we're pulling into a driveway I don't recognize. A medium-sized house with a neat lawn and a porch light that casts everything in warm yellow light. It looks... domestic. Settled. Like a place where someone has built a life. *Where someone has built a life without us,* my wolf observes, and I can hear the sadness in her voice. He kills the engine, and suddenly the world is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the tick of the cooling bike. Even the city sounds seem muffled here, as if this little house exists in its own peaceful bubble. "Where are we?" I ask, pulling off the helmet. My hair is a mess, static from the helmet making it stick up at odd angles. I probably look like I've been through a tornado, which isn't far from the truth. "My place," he says, swinging his leg over the bike with fluid grace. Everything about Tristan has always been graceful, even before his wolf fully emerged. "I figured you might not want to go to Orion's right away. Since he's not there." He's right. I don't want to be alone in my brother's empty house, surrounded by memories of the life I used to have. But I also don't know if I can handle being here, in Tristan's space, surrounded by evidence of the life he's built without me. "I can take you somewhere else if you want," he says, reading my hesitation with the same uncanny ability he's always had. "Hotel, or..." "No." The word comes out sharper than I intended. "No, this is... this is fine." I look at the house more carefully, and something doesn't sit right. It looks like a house chosen by a woman. The flower boxes under the windows, the coordinated outdoor furniture, the way the garden is arranged with careful attention to color and season. It's a simple place, and I'm shocked. How come he's staying at a place like this? It's arranged and neat. Tristan is neat, but I know he doesn't like these settings. The way his house is set up feels foreign to the Tristan I remember. *Things change,* my wolf says softly. *People change. We changed.* But it's just proof that we're no longer the same people we were five years ago. I don't know how Orion would be. Has he changed a lot? He has two kids now, but I've never met either of them. Two little cubs I've never held, never scented, never been there to help raise. They've all moved on without me. They found their ground and are doing well for themselves. I feel like I'm no longer needed around here. But what did I expect? For five years I've stayed away. Out of reach. Out of sight, they say, is out of mind. But I'm not angry, because I caused it. *You survived,* my wolf reminds me. *That's what matters.* As I enter his living room, I see pictures all around. My heart stops when I notice a particular photo on the mantle, a woman about thirty-two years old in a picture with Tristan. They look.... so in love and happy. LIFE HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I LOST THEM Chapter 5 They're looking at each other the same way Daxon and I looked at each other before he changed, before his wolf turned possessive and cruel. *She's beautiful,* my wolf observes with surprising calm. *He looks happy. She makes him happy.* I push the thought of Daxon deep down. I'm here for a change, to get better. I don't love him anymore—I can't. All I feel for him is hate and the phantom ache of what I and my wolf lost that night in the bathroom. I also feel something I don't allow myself to say.... Fear. I don't ask Tristan about the picture. If I want him to stay out of my business, then I shouldn't pry into his either. And besides, there's no need asking. Even a blind wolf would know they're in a relationship and they love each other. I look within myself, searching for the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness that Daxon's wolf always insisted was natural. But I'm not angry, and I'm not jealous. Surprisingly, I'm glad that Tristan isn't as miserable as I am. Because no one should be in the state that I'm in. *You're healing,* my wolf says with quiet pride. *Slowly, but you're healing.* Tristan shows me to my room, giving me a tour of the small house. "Pick any room except the last room," he says, gesturing down the hall. "That one's..." He doesn't finish, but I understand. That's where he sleeps. Where he sleeps with her. The woman in the pictures who has claimed the heart I once thought might be mine. *It's better this way,* my wolf says. *He deserves happiness.* I choose the room farthest from his, a small space with a window that looks out onto the garden. It's painted a soft blue, with white curtains that flutter in the breeze from the slightly open window. It smells like lavender and safety. "Thank you," I tell him, and I mean it. For the room, for the rescue, for not asking questions I'm not ready to answer. He nods, hovering in the doorway like he wants to say something else. Finally, he settles on, "There's food in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need." I didn't know when I slept off. When I woke up, the house was empty, but there was a note on the kitchen counter in Tristan's familiar handwriting: *Had to go to work. Help yourself to anything you need. Won't be gone long.* I looked at the time and realized it was already late, I'd slept for hours. I haven't slept that long for months. Usually, I wake up every hour or two, listening for footsteps, for the sound of a door opening, for the signs that meant I needed to run. *You felt safe,* my wolf says with satisfaction. *Finally.* I helped myself in the kitchen, finding ingredients for a simple meal. As I cooked, I caught glimpses of the life Tristan had built. Photographs on the refrigerator, a woman's coffee mug by the sink, the utensils were all in her taste. There's also a photo of him and Orion from what looks like a recent fishing trip, both of them grinning and holding up their catches. My brother looks happy. Older, more settled, but genuinely happy in a way I haven't seen since before our parents died. He's built a life here, a family. He has Sarah and their children, friends who love him, and a business that might be thriving, though I know nothing about what he does. Did he and Tristan continue our parents business? Did they sell it? I have no idea. I looked at the time again—10 PM. Tristan wasn't back yet. I don't sleep immediately. Instead, I switch on my data connection and open a new social media account with a new name. I use my mother's maiden name instead of my surname so Daxon won't be able to find me. He'd made sure I deleted all my accounts before, cutting me off from everyone I'd ever known. But now, if I'm planning to pick up my life, I have to start somewhere. *Small steps,* my wolf encourages. *We're taking small steps.* I hear Tristan's bike drive in when I look at the time, it's already past 6 AM. Maybe he had a party or something. Maybe he was with her, explaining why a prodigal broken she-wolf from his past is suddenly sleeping in his guest room. It doesn't concern me, I tell myself. But my wolf huffs with disbelief. .......... I'm already dressed when I hear Tristan moving around quietly through the house, trying not to wake me. My wolf urged me awake before dawn, restless and determined. She's been whispering plans in my ear all night, pushing me toward something I haven't felt in years—purpose. *We need to move,* she insists. *Sitting still makes us easy targets.* I know she's right, even if the threat isn't physical anymore. Staying in this house all day, surrounded by evidence of Tristan's happiness while I wallow in my own misery, will only make me spiral deeper into the dark place I've been fighting to escape. I've chosen simple clothes—jeans that actually fit me instead of the baggy things I've been hiding in, and a soft sweater that doesn't make me look like I'm drowning in fabric. For the first time in two years, I've made an effort. My wolf preens a little at the progress. *Small steps,* she reminds me. *We're taking small steps.* When I emerge from my room, Tristan is standing at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, his hair still damp from the shower. He looks up when he hears my footsteps, and I catch the flash of surprise in his eyes before he carefully masks it. "Morning," he says, his voice cautious. "You're up early." "I couldn't sleep." I smooth my hands down my jeans, suddenly nervous. "I was thinking... maybe I could come with you today? To work?" He sets down his coffee cup, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. He's going to say no. He's going to tell me it's not a good idea, that I need to rest, that I'm not ready for...... "Okay," he says simply. I blink. "Okay?" "Yeah." He takes another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. "If you're sure that's what you want." I nod, not trusting my voice. It's such a small thing, but it feels monumental. Someone is letting me choose. Someone is trusting me to know what I need. *We chose well,* my wolf says about Tristan, and I have to push that thought away before it can take root. Twenty minutes later, we're back on his motorcycle. This time, the ride feels different. The morning air is crisp and clean, carrying the scent of autumn and possibility. My wolf stretches lazily in my chest, enjoying the sensation of movement, of going somewhere with purpose. I still tense when we hit bumps in the road, still feel my breath catch when Tristan takes a turn too fast. But I'm getting better at breathing through it. Better at reminding myself that I'm not trapped anymore. We pull into an industrial area I don't recognize, passing warehouses and auto shops until Tristan turns into a parking lot that makes my heart stop completely. There, in bold letters across the front of a massive building, is a sign that sends my world tilting off its axis: *SLAYERS AUTO REPAIR.* My breath catches in my throat. My wolf goes completely still, as shocked as I am. "They still run this?" I whisper, barely able to get the words out. Tristan kills the engine but doesn't answer immediately. He just sits there, letting me process what I'm seeing. It's not the same small garage I remember from my childhood. This place is huge, modern, with multiple bays and a parking lot full of exotic cars waiting to be repaired. Mercedes, BMWs, Porsches, motorcycles that probably cost more than most people's houses. This isn't just a repair shop—it's an empire. But the name. The name is exactly what our parents chose all those years ago, when they were young wolves with big dreams and dirty hands, building something together in a cramped garage that smelled like motor oil and hope. *They kept it alive,* my wolf breathes. *They kept their memory alive.* Memories flood back without warning. Dad lifting me up so I could see inside the hood of a car, his patient voice explaining how engines work while Mom rolled her eyes and muttered about him turning me into a grease monkey. The way they'd work side by side, finishing each other's sentences, their wolves content in each other's presence. The way they'd died too early, too suddenly, leaving us orphaned and lost. "Orion and I," Tristan says quietly, "we couldn't let it die with them." A tear escapes before I can stop it. I wipe it away quickly, hoping he doesn't notice, but of course he does. He notices everything. *We left,* my wolf says, her voice heavy with guilt. *We left them to carry this burden alone.* While I was in London, trying to forget who I was, trying to pretend I didn't have a family or a past or a legacy to honor, they were here. Building this. Growing what our parents started. Making something beautiful out of their grief. "I didn't know," I whisper. "How could you?" There's no judgment in his voice, just understanding. "You were surviving." But it doesn't feel like enough. It feels like betrayal. Like I abandoned not just my family, but my parents' memory too. *We're here now,* my wolf says firmly. *That's what matters.* Tristan climbs off the bike and waits for me to do the same. My legs feel shaky, but I manage to stand. The scent of motor oil and metal hits me like a punch to the gut, so familiar it hurts. For once in five years, I tell myself the harshest truth. I miss my parents. I miss Tristan's parents. Life has not been the same since I lost them. And I lost myself too in the process. .... Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉(It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)
At noon, we lowered my parents into the ground. By midnight, I drowned in Tristan—my brother's best friend, the only warm thing left in a frozen world. “Stay,” I whispered. Then buttoned his shirt like a stranger. “This can't happen again,” he said."You're my best friend's little sister.” I ran to London to forget. Daxon found me first—perfect smile, perfect pedigree, perfect cage. “Wear your hair down,” he decided."And stop calling your brother.” Numbers blocked. Friends erased. A tracker in my phone."You're overreacting,” he'd murmur, smoothing concealer over yellowed bruises."You make me do this.” When the test turned positive, hope flickered. “I'm pregnant,” I whispered. “You're lying,” he answered."Fix it.” I said no. The bathroom floor answered for me. He texted,"Don't make a mess.” I bled alone. Wedding day. Veil tight. Hall packed. The pack smiling like they're at a coronation, not an execution. He leaned close."You will say ‘I do.' Don't embarrass me.” My phone buzzed—unknown number: You're stronger than you know. Alone, bruised, and finally awake… which way do I run? --- THE NIGHT I SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED HIM Prologue Athena I can't breathe. Tristan moves inside me, slow and deep, and I'm drowning in the sensation. Each thrust sends heat spiraling through my body, filling all the hollow spaces that grief carved out today. His hands find their way beneath my thigh, lifting it carefully... gently, like I might shatter—before he pushes forward, filling me again. I gasp, arching my back off the bed, fingers tangled in the sheets, desperate to hold onto something solid, anything. But it's all so overwhelming. So intoxicating. The moonlight streaming through his bedroom window catches the sweat on his chest, the way his dark hair sticks to his forehead. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as I fall apart beneath him. This is wrong. So wrong. We just laid our parents to rest this morning. All four of them—my mom and dad, his mom and dad. Lowered into the ground side by side, just like they would have wanted. Our fathers had been best friends since childhood, Alphas of neighboring packs who refused to let territory lines divide them. They'd died together on vacation, their car wrapping around a tree on some mountain road. My mother had held on for three days in the hospital, her wolf fighting until the very end, but even she couldn't survive what that crash had done to her. I still can't wrap my brain around how we got here. One minute we were holding hands at their graveside as we watched them lower their bodies, and the next... we're here, wrapped in each other's arms. I should be grieving. I should be home, surrounded by my brother and pack, letting them comfort me the way wolves are supposed to. Instead, I'm here, in Tristan's bed, letting my brother's best friend touch me like he owns me. "Athena," he breathes against my throat, and I arch into him, desperate for anything that will make this pain stop. I've wanted him for so long... years of watching him from across rooms, of pretending I didn't notice how his eyes would linger on me sometimes when he thought no one was looking. He drives into me again, slower this time, savoring each moment until I whimper. I instinctively reach for him, my hands wrapping around his shoulders, then slipping into his hair, pulling him closer, aching for his warmth... because he is the only thing that feels real in this shattered moment. His left hand plays with my clit, taking me to places I've never been. I want more. I need more. I tilt my head up, and when a moan slips out louder than I intend, he closes the space between us and kisses me hard, swallowing the sound as if it pains him to hear it. The kiss is desperate, a raw mix of warmth and urgency... his lips pressed against mine like he fears the silence that looms between us. He quickens his rhythm again, every thrust knocking the breath from my lungs, making me gasp into his mouth, blurring the lines of grief, of reality. I know I shouldn't be here... finding solace like this, lost in an intimacy that feels too good to be true. But I am. And I don't want him to stop. I know we're going to face the harsh reality after this, but I still want to enjoy it while it lasts. At some point, he flips us over, and suddenly I'm straddling him, my hands pressed against his chest, moving against him as he studies me, his eyes tracing every contour of my body. His mouth travels down my neck, across my collarbone, and when I cry out, he shushes me softly, his lips brushing against my skin like a gentle chant. I lean down to kiss him again, slower this time, even as our bodies dance together. I can't tell if I'm crying or not... my eyes burn, yet everything else is hot, aching, alive. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he holds me in place and moves faster, deeper, pushing me toward the edge. The sound that escapes me is half-moan, half-sob, and he swallows it with his mouth again, kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him sane. When I come, it's with his name on my lips and tears on my cheeks. He follows seconds later, his face buried in my neck, his body shuddering against mine. For a moment, we just lie there, breathing hard, his weight pinning me to the mattress. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, can smell the mix of his cologne and our sweat. My wolf is purring, content in a way she hasn't been since we got the call about the accident. This feels right. Like coming home. But then he pulls away, sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back to me. The distance between us suddenly feels like a chasm. "This can't happen again," he says, his voice rough. Cold. My heart stops. I knew this was coming, but I didn't expect it this soon. "Tristan..." "You're like a sister to me." He stands, reaching for his jeans. "That's all you've ever been. All you'll ever be." The words hit like a physical blow. A sister. He's known me since forever, watched me grow up, been there for every milestone. But I've never been his sister. Not the way he's looking at me now, like I'm something he needs to forget. "Don't," I whisper, pulling the sheet up to cover myself. "Don't say that. Not after what we just..." "After what we just did?" He turns to face me, and the regret in his eyes is unmistakable. "We just made the biggest mistake of our lives, Ath. We're grieving, we're not thinking straight, and we..." He runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother is going to kill me." "Orion doesn't have to know." "That's not the point." He pulls his shirt on, every movement sharp and angry. "The point is this should never have happened. I was supposed to protect you. Not take advantage of you during my weakness." "That's not..." "We were both hurting, we still are... and that was the reason we did something this stupid. That's all this was." He says, cutting me off. Each word feels like a knife between my ribs. I want to argue, to tell him he's wrong, but the look on his face stops me. He's already decided. In his mind, I'm just his best friend's little sister who threw herself at him in a moment of weakness. "Get some sleep," he says, moving toward the door. "I'll drive you home in the morning." "Tristan, wait..." But he's already gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that makes my chest ache. I stare at the ceiling, my wolf whimpering in my chest. She doesn't understand why he's rejecting us, why he's running when we both know what we felt tonight was real. But I understand now. I'm not enough for him. Not what he needs. Never have been. I should have known better. Should have known all this was too good... too fucking perfect to be real. When his fingers had traced the curve of my spine, when he had whispered my name like a prayer against my skin, I should have known this would end in ruins. But grief does terrible things to your judgment, and I allowed myself to drown in the illusion that... maybe... just maybe, he sees me as the woman I am. I let out a painful laugh. The only thing I've ever been to him was Orion's baby sister. The child that needs protecting. And that's what I'll ever be. The next day, I didn't wait for him to take me. I'm not a little thing that needs protecting. Over the next three days, I make my decision. I can't stay here, in this pack, in this town where every corner reminds me of my parents, where I have to see Tristan and pretend that night meant nothing. I can't watch him treat me like a stranger, like a burden he has to carry for my brother's sake. I book a flight to London. Pack my bags. Tell Orion I need space, time to figure out who I am without our parents. I don't tell him the real reason I'm running. I don't tell him that I'm in love with his best friend, and that loving him is going to destroy me if I stay. Some secrets are too dangerous to speak aloud, even to family. Especially to family. THE MATING CEREMONY Chapter 1 Five years later Athena The white dress feels like chains around my neck. I stare at myself in the mirror of the bridal suite, my reflection wavering through the tears I refuse to let fall. The woman looking back at me is a stranger, hollow cheeks, dark circles carefully concealed with makeup, a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. The dress Daxon chose hangs off my frame, too big now after months of barely eating, of walking on eggshells, of shrinking myself smaller and smaller until I almost disappeared entirely. "You look beautiful," whispers Elena, one of the pack's omega females assigned to help me prepare. Her voice is gentle, but I catch the way her eyes linger on the foundation caked thick around my left eye, the way the sleeves of my dress are positioned to hide the fingerprint bruises on my arms. Beautiful. The word tastes bitter in my mouth. When was the last time I felt beautiful? When was the last time I felt anything other than afraid? "Thank you," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. Through the thin walls, I can hear the pack members gathering in the main hall. Their excited chatter grates against my nerves like sandpaper. They have no idea what they're celebrating. They think they're witnessing the union of their Alpha and his chosen mate. They don't know they're watching a funeral, the death of whatever was left of the woman I used to be. Elena adjusts my veil, her fingers surprisingly gentle. "The Alpha requested that you wear your hair down," she says carefully. "He said it frames your face better." Of course he did. Daxon has an opinion about everything. How I should dress, how I should speak, how I should breathe. The hair thing is new, though. For the past three years, he's insisted I wear it up, professional, not drawing attention to myself. The change makes my skin crawl. What does he want now? What new way has he found to control me? My fingers trace the silver necklace at my throat—Daxon's "gift" from this morning. It sits heavy against my skin, cold and restricting. Everything he gives me comes with invisible strings attached, invisible chains that bind me tighter to him with each passing day. The door opens without a knock, and he fills the doorway. Even after three years, Daxon Sullivan still takes my breath away, but not in the way it used to. Now it's fear that steals the air from my lungs. He's devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, his Alpha presence commanding the room. To everyone else, he's the perfect groom. I know better. "Ladies, could you give us a moment?" His voice is smooth silk, the tone he uses when he wants something. Elena and the other helpers file out quickly, leaving us alone. I keep my eyes on my reflection, watching him in the mirror as he approaches. He stops behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders, and I have to fight not to flinch. "Perfect," he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. "You look absolutely perfect." The word tastes bitter. Perfect for what? For the show? For his image? Perfect victim? His hands tighten on my shoulders, not enough to bruise, he's learned to be more careful about visible marks, but enough to make his point. "I know the past few weeks have been... difficult. But after tonight, everything changes. No more doubt. No more hesitation. You'll be mine completely." Completely. The word makes my stomach turn. I already feel like I'm disappearing, piece by piece, day by day. What will be left of me after tonight? "I love you," he says, pressing his lips to the top of my head. The words sound rehearsed, empty. When was the last time he said them and meant it? When was the last time I believed them? "I love you too," I whisper back, because it's what he expects. The lie tastes like blood –that belongs to someone else's – in my mouth. He releases me and checks his watch. "Ten minutes. Don't be late, Athena. And don't disappoint me." The threat hangs in the air between us, unspoken but understood. I nod, not trusting my voice. After he leaves, I sink into the chair, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until I walk down that aisle and bind myself to him forever. Ten minutes until there's no escape, no hope, no future that doesn't include his fists and his rage and his suffocating control. My phone buzzes on the vanity. A text from an unknown number: Thinking of you today. You deserve happiness. - A friend I stare at the message, my heart hammering. Who could have sent this? I don't have friends anymore. Daxon made sure of that, slowly isolating me from everyone who might see the truth, might ask questions, might offer me a way out. Another buzz: You're stronger than you know. My hands shake as I delete the messages. If Daxon sees them, if he thinks I'm talking to someone behind his back... I can't even finish the thought. The last time he thought I was "keeping secrets" from him, I couldn't sit properly for a week. A knock at the door makes me jump. "Miss Slade? It's time." Elena peeks in, her smile bright and expectant. Behind her, I can hear the processional music beginning. The moment I've been dreading for months is finally here. I stand on unsteady legs, smoothing down my dress. In the mirror, the woman staring back at me looks like a ghost. Maybe she is. Maybe I died two months ago in our apartment, bleeding on the bathroom floor, and this is just my corpse going through the motions. "Ready?" Elena asks. No. I'm not ready. I'll never be ready for this. "Yes," I lie. The walk down the aisle feels like walking underwater. Everything is muffled, distorted, unreal. I see faces in the crowd, pack members smiling, nodding, some of them crying happy tears. They think they're witnessing something beautiful. They have no idea they're watching a woman walk to her own execution. Daxon waits at the altar, handsome and confident, his smile perfect for the cameras. But I know that smile. I know what it hides. I know what it costs. The officiant begins the ceremony, his voice echoing through the hall as he speaks of sacred bonds and eternal commitment. The words wash over me like white noise. All I can think about is the silver around my throat, the bruises hidden under my makeup, the baby I lost because I wasn't strong enough to leave. "Daxon, I have something to tell you....." I'd been so excited that day, rushing home from the doctor's office with the news that would change everything. We'd been trying for months, and finally, finally, it had happened. I was pregnant. Two weeks along, but pregnant. I'd found him in the living room, the words had died in my throat when I saw him. Saw them. His secretary, Jessica, bent over our kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up around her waist while my mate—my supposed mate, took her from behind like a rutting animal. The pregnancy test was still clutched in my hand when he noticed me standing there. Positive. Two weeks along. The family we'd talked about, the future we'd planned, the reason I'd convinced myself to stay despite everything. "Athena," he'd said, not even bothering to pull out of her. "You're home early." Jessica had laughed, actually laughed, while adjusting her clothes. "Oops," she'd said, not sounding sorry at all. "I should go." And then it was just us. Just me, standing in our kitchen with proof of our future in my hands, and him, still half-dressed, looking at me like I was an inconvenience. "We're having a baby," I'd whispered, holding up the test. Maybe that would make him remorseful. But I've never been more wrong. His face had gone white, then red, then something darker. "You're lying." "I'm not. I have the test results, the ultrasound pictures. I just came from the doctor. We're going to have a baby, Daxon. We're going to be parents." I look at him unsure of what I was really feeling. But I was willing to let whatever I witness slide, for the sake of our family. The family we were about to build. "I was going to wait until after dinner, make it special" I added with a slow voice. "Special?" He'd laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're lying because you think it will make me stay. You think trapping me with a pup will keep me from leaving you."You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?" His words slide through my heart. What was he talking about? I thought maybe he was drunk. He's saying all that because he was drunk. Yes. "Leaving me? Daxon, what are you talking about? We're getting married in two months...." I try reasoning with him. Talking sense into him. "Two months of pretending I actually want this. Two months of playing happy couple for the pack. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is, pretending to love someone like you?" The words had hit me like physical blows. "Someone like me?" "Weak. Pathetic. Clingy. You're nothing, Athena. You're nobody. The only reason I'm marrying you is because it's expected of me, because an Alpha needs a mate. But don't fool yourself into thinking it's because I love you." After three years, this is what I get? He'd started walking toward me, and every instinct I had screamed at me to run. I backed away from him, my hands instinctively moving to protect my stomach. "You don't mean that. You're just scared about the baby, or nervous" "I'm not scared. I'm disgusted. The idea of you carrying my child makes me sick." That's when he'd hit me. Not across the face, he'd learned to be more careful about visible bruises. This time, his fist had connected with my ribs, driving all the air from my lungs. I'd doubled over, gasping, and he'd grabbed my hair, yanking my head back to look at him. "Get rid of it," he'd snarled. "I don't care how. Just get rid of it." "No." The word had come out as a whisper, but it had been the strongest thing I'd said in months. "I won't." His second punch had been to my stomach. The third had been to my back when I'd fallen to the floor. The fourth had been to my ribs again, and I'd heard something crack. My wolf snarled, trying to release itself but held I it down with everything I had. I didn't want to anger Daxon anymore. I couldn't. I just needed to protect my baby. I'd curled into a ball, trying to protect the tiny life growing inside me, but it was too late. The cramping had started an hour later. The bleeding had begun that night. I couldn't walk, there was no one around. I'd lost my baby on the bathroom floor, alone, while Daxon was at the office "working late." The tiny cluster of cells that had been my hope for the future had slipped away from me along with my faith in love, in goodness, in the possibility of happiness. When he'd come home and found me there, he'd actually looked shocked. "Athena? What happened?" "You killed our baby," I'd whispered. For the first time in months, he'd looked genuinely remorseful. "I didn't know. I didn't know you were really pregnant. I thought you were lying, trying to manipulate me." I felt like slapping him across the face, but I couldn't, not when I don't want to break a ribs two more "I never lied to you. Not once." He'd gathered me in his arms, carried me to bed, called his pack doctor to come examine me. For three days, he'd been the man I'd fallen in love with—gentle, attentive, horrified by what he'd done. "I'm sorry," he'd whispered over and over. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I love you, Athena. I love you so much, and I'm going to be better. I promise I'll be better." I'd wanted to believe him. God, how I'd wanted to believe him. But promises are just words, and words are just air. And air can't protect you from fists. "Do you, Daxon Sullivan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, until death do you part?" "I do." His voice is strong, confident. The voice of a man who's never doubted his right to own whatever he wants. "And do you, Athena Morrison, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, until death do you part?" I REJECT YOU, DAXON SULLIVAN Chapter 2 This is it. The moment of truth. The point of no return. I look at Daxon, at his expectant face, at the way his eyes promise punishment if I don't give him what he wants. I look at the crowd of pack members, all watching, all waiting, all believing they're witnessing something sacred. I think about the woman I used to be, before I learned to make myself small. Before I learned that love was supposed to hurt. Before I forgot that I had a voice. I think about my baby, who never got a chance to live because I was too weak to protect us both. I think about the rest of my life, stretching out ahead of me like a prison sentence. I think about the text messages from earlier: You're stronger than you know. And I realize something. I am stronger than I know. Stronger than he's made me believe. Stronger than the fear he's used to control me. I open my mouth, and the words come out clear and strong. "I reject you." The silence that follows is deafening. Three hundred people staring at me in shock, their mouths open, their eyes wide. The officiant looks confused, like he's not sure he heard correctly. Daxon's face cycles through emotions—surprise, confusion, embarrassment, rage. "What did you say?" "I reject you, Daxon Sullivan." My voice is steadier now, powered by three years of suppressed fury. "I reject you as my mate. I reject you as my husband. I reject you as my Alpha. I reject this ceremony, this marriage, this life you've built for us on lies and fear." The silver necklace at my throat grows warm, then hot, then burns against my skin as the magical bond between us begins to sever. Daxon staggers backward, his hand pressed to his chest as he feels it too, the tearing, the breaking, the freedom. The reaction is immediate and explosive. Gasps echo through the hall. Someone screams. I hear chairs scraping against the floor as people jump to their feet. Daxon takes a step toward me, his face contorting with rage. "You can't do this. You can't humiliate me like this. Not in front of everyone." "I just did." The boldness in my voice surprises even me. I've had enough. Enough of his constant disrespect. He'd turned me into someone I couldn't even recognize in the space of three years. He wasn't always like this. When I first came to London, I focused on studying and working. Then one day, I met Daxon at the grocery store where I was working. It took months before I could agree to go out with him. But he'd been so sweet and loving that I fell in love with him completely. I was so stupid. I see his hand move toward me instinctively, the backhand that's silenced me so many times before. But this time, I'm ready. This time, I don't flinch. "Go ahead," I say quietly, my voice carrying in the shocked silence. "Hit me. In front of all these people. Show them who you really are." He freezes, his hand halfway to my face, suddenly aware of the hundreds of eyes watching us. His carefully constructed image cracking in real time. I reach up and grasp the silver necklace at my throat—his claim on me, his mark of ownership. With one sharp yank, I break the chain, feeling my skin underneath burn and blister where it touched me. "I'm done," I say, dropping the necklace at his feet. "I'm done with you, with this, with all of it." The pack erupts in chaos. Voices raised in shock, in outrage, in confusion. But I don't hear them. I'm already turning away, already walking back down the aisle, my steps steady and sure for the first time in three years. ....... In the bridal suite, I strip off the white dress and leave it pooled on the floor like a shed skin. I pull on the jeans and sweater I'd hidden in my bag, real clothes, clothes that feel like armor after months of wearing what he wanted me to wear. My phone is in my hand before I even realize I'm reaching for it. I scroll through my contacts until I find the number I haven't called in almost four years. "Orion?" My voice shakes when he answers, the sound of my brother's voice almost breaking the dam I've built around my emotions. "Athena?" He sounds shocked, confused. "Jesus, is that really you? I haven't heard from you in..." "I need you to come get me," I interrupt, my words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm heading to Heathrow Airport. I'll text you the flight information." "Heathrow? What are you doing in London? I thought you were in America. You haven't returned my calls in years, and now you're..." "I know. I'm sorry. I'll explain everything when I see you. I just... I need to come home. Please." There's a pause, and I can hear the concern in his voice when he speaks again. "Of course. Of course you can come home. But I'll actually be heading to Scotland with Sarah and the kids tomorrow. We're visiting her parents for the week. I won't get back until next week, but I can call someone..." "No." The word comes out sharper than I intended. "I don't want anyone else to know I'm coming. Not yet." "Athena, what's wrong? You're scaring me. What happened?" I close my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temples. How do I explain three years of hell? How do I tell him that his little sister has been dying slowly, piece by piece, while he had no idea? "Nothing," I whisper. "I'm fine. I just can't... I can't stay here anymore." Another pause, longer this time. "Did someone hurt you?" The question hangs in the air between us, loaded with all the things I've never told him, all the secrets I've kept to protect him from the truth. "I just need to get out of here," I say instead. "Please." "Okay." His voice is gentle but firm. "Okay. I'll figure something out. Let me make some calls." I quickly gather what matters most to me and sneak out, heading toward the airport. Twenty minutes later, my phone rings again. "I called a friend," Orion says. "He's the only one who can get to you in time. Just call me when you get there." "Don't worry, I can wait," I say quickly. "I can get a hotel, wait until you get back." "Athena, you sound like you're about to fall apart. I'm not leaving you alone in an airport or a country that's now strange to you for days. You know what, I can just postpone my trip. I'll pick you up, drop you off, and then join Sarah and the kids." I want to argue, but I'm too tired, too drained, too broken to fight anymore. "Okay," I whisper. "Okay." If he wants to help, then who am I to refuse? I really need him so badly. ....... The flight to America is the longest seven hours of my life. I spend most of it staring out the window, watching London disappear beneath the clouds, feeling like I'm leaving behind not just a country but an entire version of myself. The woman who boards the plane in Heathrow is not the same woman who landed there five years ago. That girl had been heartbroken but hopeful, wounded but still believing in love. This woman is something else entirely, hollowed out, hardened, marked by experiences that changed her on a molecular level. But she's also free. For the first time in three years, she's free. JFK Airport is a maze of noise and chaos, but I navigate it on autopilot. My small bag feels pathetically small, three years of life reduced to one bag of essentials. Everything else I left behind. The apartment, the furniture, the wedding dress now crumpled on the floor. All of it tainted by his touch, his presence, his violence. I send a message to Orion telling him I just landed. He responds immediately, saying he's already on his way. I should give him a few minutes. After ten minutes, I receive another text from Orion, telling me he's here. I scan the arrivals area when I spot the last person I ever expected to see. My mind and body freeze for what feels like forever. JUST TRISTAN. TAKING ME HOME Chapter 3 This can't be happening. Not now. Not after everything I've just escaped from. Not when I'm finally free, finally breathing again, finally remembering what it feels like to make my own choices. But there he is. Tristan Hayes. The man I spent two years trying to forget. The man who taught me that love could be gentle before Daxon taught me it could be violent. Wow! He's still so hot, I hear Claire, my wolf, say. I raise a brow. So she's still here? I'd forgotten about her existence. Isn't he so hot? she says with the most sheepish voice I've ever heard from her. That's not what matters now, we need to stay away from him. I say, pushing her down. Then I let myself look at him. Really look at him. Even after five years, Tristan Hayes is impossible to miss. He's taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, his dark hair longer and wilder than the neat style he used to wear. He's aged like fine wine. It looks like he hasn't aged a single day. He looks nothing like a thirty-five-year-old man. He's scanning the crowd, those dark eyes I once knew better than my own searching for someone. For me. His jaw is tighter than I remember, his shoulders broader, but it's still him. Still the man who held me while I cried over my parents' deaths. Still the man who walked away when I needed him most. I should run. Hide in the bathroom until he gives up and leaves. Text Orion that I made a mistake, that I'm not ready to come home after all. But I can't move. I'm frozen in place, watching him search for me, watching the exact moment his eyes find mine across the terminal. The world stops. Everything stops. The noise, the chaos, the constant motion of people rushing past. For just a moment, it's five years ago and I'm twenty-three again, and he's looking at me like I'm the only person who matters in the entire world. Then reality crashes back in. He starts walking toward me, and I can see the questions in his eyes. Questions I'm not ready to answer. Questions about where I've been, what I've been doing, why I look like a ghost of the woman he used to know. "Athena." My name on his lips sounds like a prayer. Like he's not sure I'm real. "Tristan." My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "I wasn't expecting... Orion......" "I told him to go with Sarah." His eyes are searching my face, cataloging every change, every new scar. "I was free, so I volunteered." Of course he did. Of course, after five years of silence, this is how I come home. Running straight into the arms of the man who broke my heart before I even knew what heartbreak was. "You look..." He stops, shakes his head. "You look tired." Tired. That's one way to put it. I look like I've been through a war. Because I have been. A war with myself, with my choices, with a man who tried to erase everything I used to be. "It's been a long flight," I say, because it's easier than the truth. He nods, but I can see he doesn't believe me. Tristan always could read me like a book. It used to be one of the things I loved most about him. Now it terrifies me. "Come on," he says, reaching for my suitcase. "Let's get you home." Home. The word hits me like a physical blow. I don't even know what that means anymore. The apartment in London was never home. The pack house was never home. Home was... home was before. Before my parents died. Before I made the worst decisions of my life. Before I learned that love was supposed to hurt. We walk toward the exit in silence, and I can feel him stealing glances at me. Taking in the way I flinch when someone gets too close. The way I keep my head down, my shoulders hunched. The way I've learned to make myself invisible. This isn't how I wanted to come home. Broken, defeated, with my tail between my legs. I wanted to come back triumphant, successful, with stories of my amazing life in London. Instead, I'm running away from a nightmare I created for myself. The terminal is too bright, too loud, too full of people. Every sound makes me jump. Every sudden movement sends my heart racing. I hate that I've become this person. This scared, broken thing that jumps at shadows. Daxon did this to me. He took the woman I used to be and systematically destroyed her, piece by piece, until all that was left was this hollow shell walking beside the man I once loved. "Athena," Tristan says softly as we reach the parking area. "What happened to you?" The question I've been dreading. The question I don't know how to answer without falling apart completely. "Nothing," I lie, just like I lied to Orion. "I just... I needed to come home." He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes. Part of him wants to push, to demand answers. Part of him wants to pull me into his arms and tell me everything will be okay. But he doesn't do either. He just nods and stops beside a sleek black motorcycle. A motorcycle. Not a car. I stare at it for a moment, trying to reconcile this with the Tristan I used to know. The man who drove a sensible sedan and wore button-down shirts to work. The man who never took risks, never did anything remotely dangerous. But this Tristan... this Tristan is something else entirely. He's dressed like he stepped out of some dangerous fantasy. Black leather jacket that fits him perfectly, dark jeans that hug his legs, boots that look like they could crush someone's skull. He looks nothing like the clean-cut guy I used to know. This version of Tristan is all sharp edges and shadows. The leather jacket is worn in places, like he's had it for years. Like he's been living this life for a long time. The boots are scuffed, the jeans faded in all the right places. This isn't a costume. This is who he is now. There's something different about him too, a hardness around his eyes, a tension in his posture that wasn't there before. And there's something dangerous about him now, something that makes other people give him a wide berth as he moves through the crowd. I want to ask him when he started riding. When he traded his sensible sedan for something that screams rebellion. When he decided to become this version of himself that looks like he could break hearts and bones with equal ease. But I don't. I can't. Because asking questions means opening doors I'm not ready to walk through. Because if I start asking about his life, he'll start asking about mine, and I can't handle that conversation right now. Maybe not ever. He pulls a helmet from the back of the bike and hands it to me. "Here." My hands shake as I take it. Not from fear of the bike. From the way his fingers brush mine. From the way he's looking at me like he can see straight through to my soul. I haven't been this close to a man in months. Not by choice. Not without violence following. My body remembers what it feels like to be touched in anger, and every instinct screams at me to run. The helmet is heavier than I expected. Black, like everything else about him now. I turn it over in my hands, trying to figure out how to put it on without looking like an idiot. But this is Tristan. Tristan who never raised his voice at me. Tristan who held me when I was falling apart. Tristan who walked away that night, yes, but who never hurt me. The problem is, my body doesn't know the difference anymore. My body has learned that men mean pain, that closeness leads to violence, that trusting someone is the fastest way to get hurt. I slip the helmet on, grateful for the barrier it creates between us. For the way it hides my face, my expressions, the tears I'm fighting back. For the way it muffles the world, making everything seem distant and dreamlike. I could see him forcing – not that I could refer to it as forcing – my little bag in what looks like a storage, beloithe seats. He swings his leg over the bike with practiced ease, and I realize this isn't new for him. He's been riding for a while. Long enough to make it look effortless. Long enough that the bike responds to him like an extension of his body. The engine roars to life beneath us, and the sound sends vibrations through my entire body. It's loud, powerful, alive. Nothing like the quiet comfort of a car. This is raw, unfiltered, dangerous. "Athena," he says, his voice muffled by his own helmet. "You okay?" I nod, not trusting my voice. Then I approach the bike, trying to figure out how to get on without making a fool of myself. Without flinching away from his proximity. He doesn't offer to help. Somehow, he knows I need to do this myself. Need to prove to myself that I can still function like a normal human being. I swing my leg over and settle behind him, my body rigid with tension. Every muscle screaming at me to get away, to run, to hide. But I force myself to stay still. Force myself to breathe. The seat is narrow, designed for two people to be close. There's no way to sit behind him without my chest pressed against his back, without my thighs bracketing his, without my arms having nowhere to go but around his waist. "Hold on," he says, and I can hear the concern in his voice even through the helmet. My hands find his jacket, gripping the leather like a lifeline. He's solid, warm, real. Not a memory. Not a ghost from my past. The leather is soft under my fingers, worn smooth by years of wear. Just Tristan. Taking me home. I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE Chapter 4 He pulls out of the parking spot slowly, giving me time to adjust. The motorcycle purrs beneath us like a contented beast, and I can't help but think how fitting that is. Everything about Tristan has always reminded me of something wild, something barely contained. Even now, after five years apart, I can feel that familiar energy radiating from him. *He smells like home,* my wolf whispers in the back of my mind, her voice a low rumble of longing. *Like pine forests and summer storms.* *No,* I tell her firmly. *We can't think like that. Not anymore.* But as we merge onto the highway, the bike picks up speed, and I have no choice but to hold on tighter. My arms circle his waist, and my wolf practically purrs at the contact. She's been so quiet these past three years, retreating deep inside me where Daxon's fists couldn't reach her. But now, with Tristan's familiar scent filling my lungs and his warmth seeping through his leather jacket, she's stirring to life again. The world rushes past us in blurs of light and shadow. The motorcycle is loud, powerful, alive beneath us. So different from the suffocating silence of the house I've finally escaped. I can feel every vibration through my body, every turn as we lean into the curves of the road. The sensation is intoxicating, liberating in a way I'd forgotten was possible. I try not to think about how close I am to him. How my chest is pressed against his back, how I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, how my wolf is practically singing with joy at being near our friend, someone close to family, again. I try not to think about how this would have felt five years ago, when touching him was natural, when being close to him felt like peace, when I thought maybe, just maybe—friendship could become something more. Now it feels dangerous. Not because of him, but because of me. Because I'm broken in ways I don't know how to explain. Because I've forgotten how to be touched without violence. Because every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run, while my wolf is begging me to stay. *He would never hurt us,* she insists, her voice stronger now. *You know this. You've always known this.* But that's exactly the problem. I trusted once before. I trusted Daxon with everything, my heart, my body, my wolf. And he used that trust to nearly destroy us both. To take the only thing that would have brought me happiness. I wasn't given the opportunity to hold my pup, because of that same trust. I force myself to stay still. Force myself to breathe. Force myself to hold on, even as my hands shake against Tristan's stomach. The city lights blur past us as we navigate through traffic. New York at night is beautiful from the back of a motorcycle, all neon and possibility. For a moment, I can almost forget the last three years. Almost pretend I'm just a woman on a bike with a man who once loved her. *Who still loves her,* my wolf adds hopefully. *Stop,* I warn her. *Just stop.* *As a friend* she added. I wanted to respond, but then we hit a pothole, and I instinctively tighten my grip around his waist, and the movement sends a jolt of panic through me. My body remembers being grabbed, being held down, being hurt. My breath catches in my throat, and suddenly I'm not on a motorcycle anymore. I'm back in that house, back in that bedroom, back under Daxon's heavy hands as he..... *Breathe,* my wolf commands, her voice cutting through the spiral of panic. *You're not there. You're with Tristan. You're safe.* Tristan must feel my tension because he slows down, his hand coming to rest briefly on mine where it's pressed against his stomach. The gesture is gentle, reassuring, and it breaks something inside me. His touch doesn't hurt. It doesn't take. It simply... comforts. I used to trust him completely. Used to feel safe in his arms. Used to believe that love was supposed to feel like coming home. Back when we were just Tristan, Orion and Athena, two matured wolves with their little wolf sister, learning what it meant to find their pack, their place in the world. Now I don't know how to trust anyone. Especially not the man who I once wished to be more than a friend, before he abandoned me when I needed him most. *That's not fair,* my wolf chides. *You pushed him, and Orion away. Then you chose Daxon over them.* My wolf was right, I was hurting. Too young to think straight, I let my emotions get the best of me. *Because I was young and stupid,* I snap back. *Because I thought I needed to heal without them.* Then when I met Daxon, I thought his alpha strength meant safety. Now I know better. Now I know that true strength isn't about dominance or control. It's about the gentle way Tristan slows his bike when he feels me tense. It's about the way he came for me tonight without question, without judgment, without asking for anything in return. The ride feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Too soon, we're pulling into a driveway I don't recognize. A medium-sized house with a neat lawn and a porch light that casts everything in warm yellow light. It looks... domestic. Settled. Like a place where someone has built a life. *Where someone has built a life without us,* my wolf observes, and I can hear the sadness in her voice. He kills the engine, and suddenly the world is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the tick of the cooling bike. Even the city sounds seem muffled here, as if this little house exists in its own peaceful bubble. "Where are we?" I ask, pulling off the helmet. My hair is a mess, static from the helmet making it stick up at odd angles. I probably look like I've been through a tornado, which isn't far from the truth. "My place," he says, swinging his leg over the bike with fluid grace. Everything about Tristan has always been graceful, even before his wolf fully emerged. "I figured you might not want to go to Orion's right away. Since he's not there." He's right. I don't want to be alone in my brother's empty house, surrounded by memories of the life I used to have. But I also don't know if I can handle being here, in Tristan's space, surrounded by evidence of the life he's built without me. "I can take you somewhere else if you want," he says, reading my hesitation with the same uncanny ability he's always had. "Hotel, or..." "No." The word comes out sharper than I intended. "No, this is... this is fine." I look at the house more carefully, and something doesn't sit right. It looks like a house chosen by a woman. The flower boxes under the windows, the coordinated outdoor furniture, the way the garden is arranged with careful attention to color and season. It's a simple place, and I'm shocked. How come he's staying at a place like this? It's arranged and neat. Tristan is neat, but I know he doesn't like these settings. The way his house is set up feels foreign to the Tristan I remember. *Things change,* my wolf says softly. *People change. We changed.* But it's just proof that we're no longer the same people we were five years ago. I don't know how Orion would be. Has he changed a lot? He has two kids now, but I've never met either of them. Two little cubs I've never held, never scented, never been there to help raise. They've all moved on without me. They found their ground and are doing well for themselves. I feel like I'm no longer needed around here. But what did I expect? For five years I've stayed away. Out of reach. Out of sight, they say, is out of mind. But I'm not angry, because I caused it. *You survived,* my wolf reminds me. *That's what matters.* As I enter his living room, I see pictures all around. My heart stops when I notice a particular photo on the mantle, a woman about thirty-two years old in a picture with Tristan. They look.... so in love and happy. LIFE HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I LOST THEM Chapter 5 They're looking at each other the same way Daxon and I looked at each other before he changed, before his wolf turned possessive and cruel. *She's beautiful,* my wolf observes with surprising calm. *He looks happy. She makes him happy.* I push the thought of Daxon deep down. I'm here for a change, to get better. I don't love him anymore—I can't. All I feel for him is hate and the phantom ache of what I and my wolf lost that night in the bathroom. I also feel something I don't allow myself to say.... Fear. I don't ask Tristan about the picture. If I want him to stay out of my business, then I shouldn't pry into his either. And besides, there's no need asking. Even a blind wolf would know they're in a relationship and they love each other. I look within myself, searching for the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness that Daxon's wolf always insisted was natural. But I'm not angry, and I'm not jealous. Surprisingly, I'm glad that Tristan isn't as miserable as I am. Because no one should be in the state that I'm in. *You're healing,* my wolf says with quiet pride. *Slowly, but you're healing.* Tristan shows me to my room, giving me a tour of the small house. "Pick any room except the last room," he says, gesturing down the hall. "That one's..." He doesn't finish, but I understand. That's where he sleeps. Where he sleeps with her. The woman in the pictures who has claimed the heart I once thought might be mine. *It's better this way,* my wolf says. *He deserves happiness.* I choose the room farthest from his, a small space with a window that looks out onto the garden. It's painted a soft blue, with white curtains that flutter in the breeze from the slightly open window. It smells like lavender and safety. "Thank you," I tell him, and I mean it. For the room, for the rescue, for not asking questions I'm not ready to answer. He nods, hovering in the doorway like he wants to say something else. Finally, he settles on, "There's food in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need." I didn't know when I slept off. When I woke up, the house was empty, but there was a note on the kitchen counter in Tristan's familiar handwriting: *Had to go to work. Help yourself to anything you need. Won't be gone long.* I looked at the time and realized it was already late, I'd slept for hours. I haven't slept that long for months. Usually, I wake up every hour or two, listening for footsteps, for the sound of a door opening, for the signs that meant I needed to run. *You felt safe,* my wolf says with satisfaction. *Finally.* I helped myself in the kitchen, finding ingredients for a simple meal. As I cooked, I caught glimpses of the life Tristan had built. Photographs on the refrigerator, a woman's coffee mug by the sink, the utensils were all in her taste. There's also a photo of him and Orion from what looks like a recent fishing trip, both of them grinning and holding up their catches. My brother looks happy. Older, more settled, but genuinely happy in a way I haven't seen since before our parents died. He's built a life here, a family. He has Sarah and their children, friends who love him, and a business that might be thriving, though I know nothing about what he does. Did he and Tristan continue our parents business? Did they sell it? I have no idea. I looked at the time again—10 PM. Tristan wasn't back yet. I don't sleep immediately. Instead, I switch on my data connection and open a new social media account with a new name. I use my mother's maiden name instead of my surname so Daxon won't be able to find me. He'd made sure I deleted all my accounts before, cutting me off from everyone I'd ever known. But now, if I'm planning to pick up my life, I have to start somewhere. *Small steps,* my wolf encourages. *We're taking small steps.* I hear Tristan's bike drive in when I look at the time, it's already past 6 AM. Maybe he had a party or something. Maybe he was with her, explaining why a prodigal broken she-wolf from his past is suddenly sleeping in his guest room. It doesn't concern me, I tell myself. But my wolf huffs with disbelief. .......... I'm already dressed when I hear Tristan moving around quietly through the house, trying not to wake me. My wolf urged me awake before dawn, restless and determined. She's been whispering plans in my ear all night, pushing me toward something I haven't felt in years—purpose. *We need to move,* she insists. *Sitting still makes us easy targets.* I know she's right, even if the threat isn't physical anymore. Staying in this house all day, surrounded by evidence of Tristan's happiness while I wallow in my own misery, will only make me spiral deeper into the dark place I've been fighting to escape. I've chosen simple clothes—jeans that actually fit me instead of the baggy things I've been hiding in, and a soft sweater that doesn't make me look like I'm drowning in fabric. For the first time in two years, I've made an effort. My wolf preens a little at the progress. *Small steps,* she reminds me. *We're taking small steps.* When I emerge from my room, Tristan is standing at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, his hair still damp from the shower. He looks up when he hears my footsteps, and I catch the flash of surprise in his eyes before he carefully masks it. "Morning," he says, his voice cautious. "You're up early." "I couldn't sleep." I smooth my hands down my jeans, suddenly nervous. "I was thinking... maybe I could come with you today? To work?" He sets down his coffee cup, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. He's going to say no. He's going to tell me it's not a good idea, that I need to rest, that I'm not ready for...... "Okay," he says simply. I blink. "Okay?" "Yeah." He takes another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. "If you're sure that's what you want." I nod, not trusting my voice. It's such a small thing, but it feels monumental. Someone is letting me choose. Someone is trusting me to know what I need. *We chose well,* my wolf says about Tristan, and I have to push that thought away before it can take root. Twenty minutes later, we're back on his motorcycle. This time, the ride feels different. The morning air is crisp and clean, carrying the scent of autumn and possibility. My wolf stretches lazily in my chest, enjoying the sensation of movement, of going somewhere with purpose. I still tense when we hit bumps in the road, still feel my breath catch when Tristan takes a turn too fast. But I'm getting better at breathing through it. Better at reminding myself that I'm not trapped anymore. We pull into an industrial area I don't recognize, passing warehouses and auto shops until Tristan turns into a parking lot that makes my heart stop completely. There, in bold letters across the front of a massive building, is a sign that sends my world tilting off its axis: *SLAYERS AUTO REPAIR.* My breath catches in my throat. My wolf goes completely still, as shocked as I am. "They still run this?" I whisper, barely able to get the words out. Tristan kills the engine but doesn't answer immediately. He just sits there, letting me process what I'm seeing. It's not the same small garage I remember from my childhood. This place is huge, modern, with multiple bays and a parking lot full of exotic cars waiting to be repaired. Mercedes, BMWs, Porsches, motorcycles that probably cost more than most people's houses. This isn't just a repair shop—it's an empire. But the name. The name is exactly what our parents chose all those years ago, when they were young wolves with big dreams and dirty hands, building something together in a cramped garage that smelled like motor oil and hope. *They kept it alive,* my wolf breathes. *They kept their memory alive.* Memories flood back without warning. Dad lifting me up so I could see inside the hood of a car, his patient voice explaining how engines work while Mom rolled her eyes and muttered about him turning me into a grease monkey. The way they'd work side by side, finishing each other's sentences, their wolves content in each other's presence. The way they'd died too early, too suddenly, leaving us orphaned and lost. "Orion and I," Tristan says quietly, "we couldn't let it die with them." A tear escapes before I can stop it. I wipe it away quickly, hoping he doesn't notice, but of course he does. He notices everything. *We left,* my wolf says, her voice heavy with guilt. *We left them to carry this burden alone.* While I was in London, trying to forget who I was, trying to pretend I didn't have a family or a past or a legacy to honor, they were here. Building this. Growing what our parents started. Making something beautiful out of their grief. "I didn't know," I whisper. "How could you?" There's no judgment in his voice, just understanding. "You were surviving." But it doesn't feel like enough. It feels like betrayal. Like I abandoned not just my family, but my parents' memory too. *We're here now,* my wolf says firmly. *That's what matters.* Tristan climbs off the bike and waits for me to do the same. My legs feel shaky, but I manage to stand. The scent of motor oil and metal hits me like a punch to the gut, so familiar it hurts. For once in five years, I tell myself the harshest truth. I miss my parents. I miss Tristan's parents. Life has not been the same since I lost them. And I lost myself too in the process. .... Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉(It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
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"Sorry, Alpha. Luna Faith... she's gone. Vanished." "She wouldn't..." Astor's voice cracked. "Tomorrow is our wedding." Just yesterday, he’d sent her the dumbest message of his life. A threat. A lie. “If you don’t rush back, you won’t be the Luna anymore.” He thought it would make her angry, or even a little scared. Make her come running straight to him. But what did she do? Absolutely nothing. Pure silence. No angry call, no message back, nothing at all. And that quiet was slowly eating him alive. "Congratulations, darling," Alice purred, draping herself over his arm. "You don’t have to marry my stupid wolfless sister." This time, he wrenched his arm away, “I need to get her back. My wolf won’t survive without her.” He stood in the space her father had called her "room." The attic. Not a room, just a cramped afterthought: a narrow cot that looked like punishment, a battered chest, a handful of dog-eared paperbacks. His mind raced. He had been so focused on being forced into this marriage, so angry about how unfair it was to his life, that he completely forgot she was going through the same thing. His voice was a rough whisper, full of regret. "What have I done to her?"
Chapter 1 On the night I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant, I heard him tell his commanding officer I was never his wife — I was his mission, and the mission was over. "Asset is stable. No emotional complications. She suspects nothing." "And when we pull the plug?" the voice on the phone asked. "She'll be reassigned to civilian life. Standard separation protocol. She gets a pension and a thank-you letter." Commander Ryan Hale — Navy SEAL, Silver Star recipient, the man who had carried me out of a bombed-out field hospital in Kandahar, who had proposed to me under a sky full of stars while my hands were still shaking from surgery — was sitting in our kitchen in San Diego, debriefing my disposal like I was surplus equipment. I stood frozen in the hallway, barefoot, one hand on the wall, the other pressed against the pregnancy test in the pocket of my robe. Eight weeks. I was eight weeks pregnant. I had spent the whole day planning how to tell him. I'd bought tiny combat boots from a baby store downtown. I'd written "Reporting for duty — ETA 7 months" on a card tucked inside the box. Now the box sat on the kitchen counter, three feet from the man who was scheduling my erasure. "Timeline?" the voice asked. "Sixty days. I'll manufacture a fight. File for divorce. She won't contest — she's too loyal." "Clean exit. Good work, Hale." "That's what I do, sir." The line went dead. I didn't breathe. I didn't move. Four years of marriage. Four years of believing I was loved by the only man who had ever made me feel safe. I had left the Army Medical Corps for him. Walked away from a trauma surgery fellowship at Walter Reed — the most competitive program in military medicine — because he said he wanted a life together. A home. A family. "I've seen enough war, Nora," he'd whispered on our wedding night. "I just want you. That's the only mission that matters." And I had believed him, because he had saved my life in Kandahar. Because when the mortar hit and the field hospital collapsed, he was the one who dug me out of the rubble with his bare hands, bleeding, screaming my name. How do you not love a man who bled for you? How do you ever suspect that the bleeding was part of the job? My throat closed, but I didn't cry. I had survived a building falling on me. I would survive this. I stepped back silently, returned to the bedroom, and closed the door without a sound. I pulled out my phone and opened a contact I hadn't used in four years. Colonel Grace Nakamura. My former commanding officer at Walter Reed. "Colonel, it's Nora. I need to come home." The reply came in ninety seconds. "Nora Sinclair. I've been waiting for this call for four years. How fast can you move?" "Forty-eight hours." "I'll have credentials and housing ready. Welcome back, Captain." I deleted the message thread, slipped the pregnancy test back into my robe, and placed my hand flat against my stomach. This baby was mine. Mine alone. I heard Ryan's footsteps in the hall. I smoothed my face into the soft, trusting expression he was used to — the one he'd probably been trained to cultivate in me. The door opened. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, that devastating half-smile. "Hey, beautiful. You're still up?" "Couldn't sleep. Wanted to see you." He crossed the room and kissed my forehead. "Missed you today." The same mouth that had just called me an "asset." "I missed you too," I said. He pulled me against his chest, and I let him, because I needed forty-eight more hours of his ignorance. But as he held me, my eyes were open, dry, and already calculating my extraction. Chapter 2 The next morning, I made Ryan his usual breakfast — black coffee, scrambled eggs, hot sauce on the side. He sat at the table in his fatigues, scrolling his phone, not looking up. "I've got a training rotation this week. Might be gone a few days." "Okay. Be safe." "Always." He'd used the word "training" eleven times in the past month. I used to believe every one. Now I wondered how many of those nights were spent at Coronado, filing reports about his compliant, controllable wife. As he stood to leave, his phone buzzed on the counter. He'd left it face-up. A message from a contact labeled "CENTCOM — OPS": "Sinclair file updated. Separation paperwork drafted. Awaiting your green light." Sinclair. My maiden name. In a military operations thread. Ryan grabbed the phone before I could blink. "Work stuff," he said easily. "Of course." I smiled. The second his truck pulled out of the driveway, I moved. Forty-eight hours. I had forty-eight hours. First, I went to his home office. The desk drawer had a combination lock — but I'd watched him open it a hundred times. He'd never bothered to shield the code because he never imagined his trusting wife would dare look. Inside, I found it within minutes. A classified folder stamped "OPERATION HEARTHSTONE." My photo was clipped to the first page. Subject: Captain Nora Sinclair, AMEDD. Status: Married (cover). Objective: Long-term domestic integration for asset monitoring and behavioral study. I was a case study. Our entire marriage — the proposal, the home, the Sunday morning pancakes, the whispered I-love-you's in the dark — was a psychological operation. I flipped the page. There were quarterly assessments. Written by Ryan. "Q3: Subject remains emotionally dependent. No signs of suspicion. Recommend continued integration." "Q7: Subject expressed desire to return to medicine. Redirected successfully. Advised subject that domestic stability was priority. Subject complied." Subject complied. Every time I'd mentioned missing surgery, missing the operating room, missing the rush of saving lives — and he'd pulled me close and said "You save me every day, that's enough" — it was a documented redirection technique. My hands shook so hard the papers rattled. I wanted to scream. I wanted to drive to Coronado and burn his career to the ground. But I didn't. Instead, I photographed every page — the operation file, the quarterly assessments, the separation paperwork, the chain of command — and uploaded them to an encrypted drive. Then I put everything back exactly as I found it. That evening, Ryan came home early, smelling of salt air and gunpowder. "You look tense," he said, studying me. Reading me. Like he'd been trained to. "Just a headache. I think I'll visit my friend Dana in Portland this weekend. Girls' trip." Something flickered behind his eyes — relief, maybe. Or operational satisfaction that I was removing myself from the house during a useful window. "That sounds great. You deserve it." Deserve it. Like a reward for good behavior. "Ryan?" "Yeah?" "Have you ever thought about what you'd do if something happened to me? If I just... disappeared?" He looked at me, and for half a second, something real crossed his face. Something that looked almost like fear. Then it was gone. "Nothing's going to happen to you, Nora. I'd never let it." He kissed my temple. That night, I lay beside him in the dark, listening to his breathing slow into sleep. The man next to me was a stranger. He had always been a stranger. I had just been too in love to notice. Thirty-six hours. Chapter 3 My last morning in that house began like every other. I woke at 0600, made breakfast, kissed Ryan goodbye at the door. "Back Thursday," he said. "Training." "I know. Good luck." The second his truck disappeared, I began. I had packed a single duffel the night before, hidden under the guest bed. Inside: my passport, my military credentials, the encrypted USB drive, one change of clothes, and the only photo of my mother I couldn't leave behind. Everything else — the furniture he'd chosen, the life he'd designed, the rings — I left untouched. I wanted him to know I hadn't taken a single thing that belonged to his operation. Because none of it had ever been real. At 0900, I made one final stop: his office. I placed a single envelope on his desk, centered, impossible to miss. Inside was a handwritten letter and one item. "Ryan, I found Operation Hearthstone. I've read every quarterly assessment you filed about me. I know what I was to you — a subject, an asset, a case study in compliance. I know everything. By the time you read this, Captain Nora Sinclair will no longer exist. Don't look for me. You were trained to find people. I was trained to survive. Let's see which training holds. I'm returning your ring. I have no use for props from a performance. — Nora" Beneath the letter, I placed my wedding band. I stared at it — the simple gold ring he'd slid onto my finger in a chapel in Monterey, the Pacific crashing behind us, my heart so full I thought it would burst. Now it was just metal. Part of a costume. I closed the office door and walked to the front entrance. A black SUV was waiting at the corner — arranged by Colonel Nakamura, who had activated a military medical transfer so clean it would leave no civilian trace. As I slid into the back seat, my phone buzzed. Ryan's mother, Diane. I stared at the screen. Diane had always been kind to me — Sunday dinners, birthday cards, stories about Ryan as a little boy. Did she know? Had she always known her son's marriage was a government contract? I declined the call. She would find out soon enough. The SUV pulled away, and I watched the little house with the blue shutters — the house I had planted a garden in front of, the house where I had imagined raising children — shrink in the mirror. Four years of my life in that beautiful lie. I turned forward and didn't look back. At the airport, as I waited for my military transport connection, my phone buzzed one last time. A text from an unknown number: "Hey Nora! It's Lieutenant Keyes ? Ryan gave me your number — he said you might want to grab coffee before the unit dinner next month? I just transferred to his team and he's been SO welcoming. He talks about you constantly. You're such a lucky wife! ?" I read it twice. So there was a new woman in his orbit. Another "subject," perhaps. Or just a young officer who didn't know what she was walking into. I typed back a single line: "Ask Ryan what Operation Hearthstone is." Then I blocked the number, powered off the phone, and boarded the transport. Somewhere over the Rockies, I pressed my hand to my stomach and whispered to the tiny heartbeat inside me. "It's just you and me now. And I promise you — that's more than enough." ------------------------------------------ Due to the word limit, please download PickNovel and search for 61830 in the app to continue reading more exciting content. Click the button below to get that immediately.
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"“What the heck happened to you?” His voice was low, dangerous. My mate’s eyes swept over the bruises on my arms. “Don’t lie to me.” His growl rumbled through me as his nose traced my hair, then lower... toward the crook of my neck. I froze. My body burned. Begged. “Don’t do this.” My voice cracked. “I’m not good enough for you.” His eyes turned black. “Why do you keep saying that?” Because my brother just tried to r8pe me. Because my family beats me nightly. Because I’m broken. But I couldn’t say it. “I waited six years for you.” His hand gripped my chin. “I decide who stands beside me. And it’s you, mate. Only you.” ***" Trinity Being in a werewolf pack isn’t everything that it’s cracked up to be. I mean, if you’re born into a good family and the Alpha approves of you, then things are pretty good. But there’s a lot that goes on that even the Alpha doesn’t know about. Especially the people close to him. They know how to get around him and do what they want without him being aware of it. Some people have become quite skilled at it. When I graduated from high school, I was offered a full scholarship to the nearest college to our pack, which accommodates both humans and werewolves. However, my parents forbade me from leaving the pack. I was told that I still had to live with them, which I didn’t understand, but I was never allowed to question it. I just had to do as I was told. I turned 18 a couple of months ago, which means I am now an adult and can do as I please. But I knew my parents would ask the Alpha to reject my application about leaving the pack. So I knew I didn’t have a choice. But I was given a job at the high school as a tutor to help struggling kids which I actually enjoy doing. And it’s a paying job. The high school pays me for it themselves because it helps them out to get these kids getting better grades. As soon as I walked out of the high school one day while everyone else was still in class I saw twin guys standing outside. The same twins that I grew up with and were by my side through everything. The ones that I could rely on for anything, my best friends. “Hey. It’s about time.” Gage said. “Sorry to keep you waiting because I had to work. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth.” I said. “Ouch. That hurts.” Arlo said, feigning hurt. “Ooh. I’m sure you’ll survive.” I laughed, poking at his chest, but he started laughing, so I kept going because I knew how ticklish he was. “Alright. Where are we going?” Gage asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care.” I said. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Sure.” I said. So we walked over to their 1960’s Mustang and we drove down town to the diner. As soon as we went inside, everyone looked at us, but that was nothing unusual and we walked over to a booth before a waitress walked over. She took our order and she was paying more attention to the twins than me, but she went back to the counter eventually and I was sitting against the glass of the diner that looked outside to the street while I was facing back in at the twins. “So, how were the little brats today?” Arlo asked. “Not too bad. You know werewolf kids. They can’t concentrate.” I said. “I know. If it wasn’t for you, I never would have graduated.” Gage said. “I know. You totally owe me for that too.” I said and he started laughing. “I heard that a few people are at the swimming hole today.” Arlo said. “Then go to the swimming hole. You don’t need us two to hold your hand.” Gage said, sounding frustrated. “What are you two talking about?” I asked. “His ex is going to be at the swimming hole. She invited him and he’s thinking about getting back together with her.” Gage explained. “Which one?” I asked, making Gage laugh again. “I’m serious. You’ve got a lot of ex girlfriends. Which one do you want to get back with?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not going. I think I might make her work for it a bit.” Arlo said. “She deserves it.” Gage said. “They all do. After the way they treated you.” I said. “I told you. Trinity would be on my side, no matter what you think.” Gage said. “You two are always ganging up on me.” Arlo said. “Arlo. I’m not ganging up on you. I’m being serious. All of the girls that you’ve been with were just power hungry jerks. They like your status in the pack and they wanted to use that to their advantage. I’m really not trying to be mean here. You are so much better than all of them put together.” I explained. “Thanks Trinity. At least you explain it better than Gage. All he said was "you have the worst taste in women.” Arlo said and I started laughing. “Like he can talk.” I said and Arlo agreed with me. We ate lunch together and then we got back in their car and drove around for a while before we ended up at a park. We got out of the car and I walked over and got on the swing while Arlo started pushing me and Gage sat on the swing next to me. “So, when do you have classes next?” Gage asked. “Tomorrow. It’s an all dayer.” I said. “That stinks. We wanted you around town tomorrow.” He said.“Why’s that?” I asked.“Because we’re not sure if we want to stay home all day. We need a distraction.” Arlo said.“No. You two need a real job.” I said.“Well, not everyone can work their tail off like you.” Gage said. And I poked my tongue at him. I noticed that we were getting a few looks from people that were walking past, but that wasn’t anything unusual. We always got strange looks because it seemed to be inconceivable to everyone that I was friends with these twins. Especially since these twins are the younger sons of the Alpha and Luna. They were pack royalty and they weren’t interested in settling down and starting a family or passing on the family name. They were interested in being 18, just like me and having a bit of fun before responsibility took over our lives. “Alright. So, what’s going on tomorrow? Why don’t you want to be at home?” I asked. “Because Asher is going to be the center of attention and we really don’t want to be there to see it. It’s like we don’t exist whenever he’s around.” Gage said. “Asher. Your older brother?” I asked, stopping the swing that I was on. Their older brother who was the heir to the pack. He was going to take over as Alpha when their father retired as Alpha. He was coming back to town and this was the first I was hearing about it? I could feel myself starting to panic but I couldn’t. I had to control my breathing and my heart rate otherwise the guys would hear it and they would know that something was wrong with me. I couldn’t let them hear it. I didn’t want them to know that I was panicking that their brother was coming back to town. I didn’t want him here either, but obviously he had been called back by his father. He had to start Alpha training at some point. Learning to take over the pack. And he was already 24 years old. He should have started a lot sooner than this. But I still didn’t care about that. I started swinging again while Arlo was still pushing me, but not very hard. I had to try and push it out of my head and do absolutely everything I could to stay away from Asher. I just had to stay right away from him and out of his sight. I knew that he wouldn’t want to see me either. But that was a whole other story. Us three were hanging out for the rest of the afternoon and then they dropped me off at my pretty nice house that wasn’t too far from the packhouse. It was in the nicer part of town with the larger houses and I guess we were part of the influential residence of the pack. We were higher than the working class. As soon as I walked inside I put my bag on the table next to the door and I went into the living room to see my father, Hank, my mother Sabine and my older brother Spencer standing there waiting for me. All of them with their arms crossed and pursed lips. Instantly, my stomach leapt into my chest, knowing what was in store for me just by coming home to these people. So I turned around and started walking down the hallway. I opened the door to the basement and when I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw the chains hanging from the ceiling that caused my breath to hitch in my throat and butterflies to rise in my stomach. I walked to my usual position under the chains when my brother walked over to me and he grabbed my arms and raised them above my head so he could place them in the clasps of the chains and he locked them tightly. My arms were left above my head and my father stood back and leaned against the wall of the basement while my mother looked at a table that was on the side of the wall. A table that was full of instruments for this very occasion. Mom grabs her favorite weapon, the leather whip but she always soaks it in wolfsbane so it leaves the marks longer and I’m in pain for a lot longer. I don’t heal as fast if wolfsbane is involved. And the silver burns around my wrists will take a while to heal as well. But as my mother walked closer to me, I kept my head down as she ripped my shirt and my pants off of me so I was only standing there wearing a bra and panties. I was still covered in different colored bruises from the other nights when my family decided that I needed to be punished for an incident that happened so many years ago. My mother walked around me, holding a photo in her hand. I could hear her sniffling as she was looking at the photo, but then she took a step back and I suddenly felt the excruciating pain of the whip across my back. I didn’t scream out though. That’s one thing I never did. I never screamed. I never cried. Not anymore. It took me a while to realize that’s what they wanted. They wanted to see me break. But I didn’t give them that satisfaction anymore. Mom whipped me repeatedly until I could feel little blood trickles running down my back. She finally took a step back as she was trying to catch her breath. But that’s when my brother stepped forward wearing some brass knuckles. He forced me to look him in the face, but then he started punching me over and over again in the stomach before he hit me once across the face. “Spencer. You know not to hit her in the face.” Dad scolded him. “I lost control.” Spencer said. “I know. Just don’t let it happen again.” Dad said, calmly. I felt the blood pooling in my mouth and I spat it out on the floor, right in front of Spencer’s feet. I looked up again and he took that as a sign of disrespect so he punched me again and again and again. Obviously not wanting to stop. I started wondering how many times they could hit me before they did enough damage to kill me. I wonder if he’d already caused internal injuries or bleeding. It felt like he had, and I had a couple of broken ribs from what he was doing. But I couldn’t be sure of the rest. And I wouldn’t be able to go to the doctor and get treated. They would alert the Alpha, and that would make things so much worse for me. My parents were great at manipulating people and the Alpha and Luna always fell for their lies. I knew they would never believe me if I told them what was happening. That’s why the twins don’t know. “You know what you did, don’t you?” Mom asked. “It was an accident,” I said. So she whipped me again. “After all this time, you still can’t take responsibility for it? What is wrong with you?” She yelled. “I didn’t do it. It was a terrible accident,” I growled. So Spencer hit me this time. “You caused the accident. You did this to our family. You broke us.” Spencer yelled. “The only thing broken around here is you freak.” I spat at him. So he hit me three more times in the stomach really hard. He started laughing as I was gasping for air. “Do you still have anything to say to me?” He asked. So I slowly put my head up and smiled at him. This time my mother whipped me several times. “I knew they should have gotten rid of you as soon as you were born.” Spencer growled in my face. “Sorry. That one wasn’t my fault.” I smirked. So he hit me again. “I should have killed you when you were born and put all of us out of our misery.” Mom yelled in my face. “Then why didn’t you?” I asked. But she just looked at me strangely. Like she didn’t expect that sort of a reaction from me. “That’s enough. She’s had enough.” Dad said. “What? She hasn’t had anywhere near enough. She hasn’t paid for what she did.” Mom argued. “She has school tomorrow. People will start asking questions if we keep going tonight.” Dad said. “Why don’t you ever hit her? Why don’t you ever get in on this? She hurt you just as much as us.” Mom yelled. “I don’t need to hit her. She already knows that she means nothing to me.” Dad said. So Spencer walked over and undid the chains and I fell to the ground. They put their weapons back on the table next to the wall and I slowly made my way to my feet. I managed to walk upstairs and they were behind me as I got to the ground floor of the house but then I had to go upstairs again. I went to my room and I grabbed some clothes out of my cupboard before I walked across the hall to the bathroom. I had a shower and I washed all of the blood down the drain but I could barely move. The water on my skin was burning and the marks around my wrist were so red that they almost looked like third degree burns. I knew that I would have to cover these up for a couple of days. I got out of the shower and I got dressed into a singlet and track pants before I walked back to my bedroom. I brushed my really long blonde hair before I laid down on my bed and I pulled the covers over me. I looked at the clock and it said 2am. Which means I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. But sadly, I was used to it. It’s not the first time I’ve spent a night like this and then had to go to work or go to school the next day. I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep when I heard my brother’s phone ringing and I couldn’t tell who he was talking to, but it was probably one of the many girls that he has around town. He left the house pretty quickly after the call and I just felt relieved when he walked past my room and he didn’t come into it. I was tossing and turning all night. Getting a couple of minutes of sleep here and there. It wasn’t easy with wolfsbane whip marks all over my back. But even my legs were bruised. Mom must have gotten them as well. I didn’t feel it. Probably because the pain in my back and torso were so bad. But I still managed to get a little bit of sleep before I woke up to a mind link breaking through my peace and quiet. “Trinity. Are you there?” The man’s voice said. My eyes sprang open as soon as I heard his voice. It’s been months, but I couldn’t forget his voice. Asher. I knew that Asher was trying to mind link with me, but I looked at the clock and it was 6am. I pretended like I was still asleep, even though my wolf was completely betraying me right now. “Just speak to him.” Lily encouraged. “I already told you. I’m not going to do that. He left the pack because of me. Now that he’s back, I can’t see him.” I said. “I still hate what you did to him. You hurt him.” She said. “It was for his own good. You know that.” I said. “Do I? Or are you just finally believing all of that nonsense that your parents have been drilling into your head?” she said. “Lily. Be quiet and stay out of it,” I snapped, locking her at the back of my mind. I sat up in bed and I tried to get out of bed but I instantly fell to the floor because my legs gave out on me. They were a lot weaker than I thought they were. I grabbed onto the side of my bed to help me get up and that’s when I realized just how much pain I really was in. I slowly made my way to the other side of the room and I stood in front of the mirror and I lifted my shirt. There were black and blue marks all over me with open wounds between them as well. They really got me good last night. But there were also burns on my wrists and marks on my arms and some on my legs as well. But the mark on my head was gone. Where Spencer hit me. I was lucky about that. I walked to my wardrobe and I slowly got dressed into a long sleeved black shirt, jeans and black boots. I grabbed my school bag and made sure I had everything I needed for the day before leaving my room. I slowly made my way downstairs and luckily I didn’t see anyone in the house. I didn’t know where they were and I didn’t care. I walked outside and I got into my car and I left the house. I drove the hour to campus where I parked and I started making my way to my first class. A few people sang out to me and started waving and I waved back, acting like everything was normal. Giving them a smile and everything as well. Humans and werewolves. I had a lot of friends at school. Well, I guess they were more like acquaintances. I had all three of my classes today, which was rare. It was the only day of the week when I had all three. So my first one was business administration and finance before I had a short break and then I had to get to my secondary education to become a high school teacher and then my psychology class. By the end of the day I felt completely mentally exhausted and I went to go and sit in my car. I sat there for a while thinking about having to drive home and all of the reasons why I didn't want to go home. I really didn’t want to go back to that pack. But I knew that I didn’t have a choice. This is why my parents refused to let me move out. If I left then they wouldn’t have anyone to take their anger out on anymore. They needed to keep their punching bag close. I slowly drove back to the pack and I stopped outside the diner so I could get something to eat because I knew I wouldn’t get anything at home. But when I finished and I walked outside where I was stopped by two girls that I went to high school with, Ingrid and Rose. “Trinity!” Ingrid said, surprised. “Yeah.” I said, looking at her confused. “Sorry. It’s just rare to see you without the twins around.” She said. “I don’t spend every waking second with them. Almost every second, but not every second of the day.” I said. “How are they?” Rose asked. “You live in the same town. Why don’t you go and ask them yourselves?” I asked. “Because you see them more than we do.” Ingrid said. “You two have been crushing on them for years. Why don’t you just talk to them?” I asked. “Well, we did try in high school. They never really responded. Usually because they were always too busy doing things with you.” Ingrid said, looking a little spiteful about it. “Oh. Well, sorry about that. I didn’t realize. They never told me that you approached them.” I said. “Well, they were never interested because they were always too busy with you.” Rose said. “What are you trying to say?” I asked, staring straight at her. “I’m not trying to say anything.” She said. “Nonsense. If you think there’s something going on with the twins and me then you’re wrong. We’re friends. Best friends. There has never been anything going on with us. So, if they blew you off and used me as an excuse then I’m sorry but that just meant they weren’t interested. Live with it.” I snapped. Suddenly Gage and Arlo walked up from the street and Ingrid and Rose looked really embarrassed. Obviously thinking that they had heard the whole conversation and it was possible that they had. “Bye Trinity.” Ingrid said and they both took off really quickly. “What was that?” Gage asked. ““Same stuff, different day,” I said. “Are you being blamed because we weren’t interested in girls at school?” He asked. “Exactly.” I said. “We are sorry that we always used you as an excuse.” Arlo said. “Why? It was always the truth. We always did have plans.” I said. “That’s true.” He said. “Don’t worry about it. I can handle them two.” I said. “I hope so.” He said. “How was school?” Arlo asked. “Exhausting. All three classes in one day and they weren’t easy classes.” I said. “I can imagine.” He said. “What are you two up to now?” I asked. “We’re heading home. We left our car there, so it would take us longer to walk home when dad finally called.” Gage explained. “Smart.” I said. “Come on. Come with us.” Arlo said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along with him. Not allowing me to even put up an argument. I really didn’t want to go to the packhouse right now. “Your dickhead brother has been at the packhouse all day today. He’s so incredibly annoying. I wish Asher would get some better friends.” Gage said. “I doubt that’s gonna happen. They were really close before Asher left town.” I said. “Yeah. We’ve been trying to find out why Asher left town. He won’t tell us.” Arlo said, looking perplexed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean, he just got up and left. It was a couple of months ago and we don’t know where he went.” Arlo said. “Yeah. It was strange. He obviously had something going on.” I said. “Yeah. I guess he did. But he’s being so secretive about it. It’s driving me crazy.” Arlo said. “Maybe you should stop being so nosy. Not everything in everyone’s life needs to be shared around. It’s probably personal.” I said. “Yeah. I guess so. It still pisses me off because we’ve had to put up with dad since he left.” Arlo said. “There is nothing wrong with your father. He only made you teach a couple of training classes for the younger kids. Nothing to worry about.” I said. Yeah. I know. But it still stung,” he said. “You complain too much.” I said. We ended up walking past the packhouse and we went to the training field that was next to the house. We were walking down the hill towards the field, laughing and carrying on like we always did when I suddenly caught a whiff of something that smelled absolutely delicious. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw my brother Spencer in front of the trainees, but then the other guy who was only wearing sports shorts, turned around and stared straight at me. He had such intensity on his face as I stood there frozen, staring back at him. I stood there frozen in place, Asher was staring back at me. I could see the fire burning in his eyes. And ignoring him this morning wouldn’t have made anything easier. I glance over at Spencer and he is glaring at me while Gage and Arlo are looking between Asher and myself really strangely, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. “You know what? I’ve been at school all day today and I’ve got a tonne of homework and studying to do. I’ll see you guys later.” I said to Gage and Arlo before I turned around and I started practically power walking out of there. I got back to where I had parked my car and I drove away from town and I pulled up at a car park next to the forest where I knew no one ever visited. It was like a little rest stop and it had a good view of the pack, but I never saw anyone else up here. I never even saw patrols around this area of town. It was far enough inside of the border that the patrols stayed away, but no one else ever seemed to be interested in the rest area. Not even teenagers that were looking to get up to no good. I got out of the car and I started walking around the area for a bit before I sat at the table and chairs that gave a perfect view of the town from there, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I felt confused and scared and I really didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to leave this pack and get far away from these people. I can’t stand being here anymore. I stayed at the rest area until well after dark and then I drove back to my house and I went inside and straight up to my bedroom where I closed the door. I soon realized that no one else was at home so I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat and once I was finished I cleaned the kitchen and everything I used so spotlessly that it looked like I had never been in there. I assumed that my family were having dinner at the packhouse. I think I heard something about that earlier. But there was no way I was going to go there. Besides, no one actually invited me. Which I was fine with. I went back upstairs where I had a shower and I washed my hair and I got dressed into my pajamas and I sat at the desk in my bedroom where I started doing homework and studying for my classes. I had a lot of work to do now since I had all three classes and I wasn’t going to allow myself to fall behind on any of my classes. My only hope was that when I graduated college, I might be able to get out of this pack. So I was actually trying to finish sooner than possible. But it was still going to take me a while. That was just inevitable. As I was sitting at the desk working, I suddenly saw Asher’s face in my mind again. The look that he gave me earlier. He looked like he wanted to kill me where I stood. I hated that he looked at me like that. We used to get along really well. I hated that he hates me now. I wish things could go back to the way they were. But I don’t see how that could ever happen. He was also a good friend of mine because I was always at the packhouse. I’ve been best friends with his brothers for years. And I hated that things changed between us. But it was my fault. I knew that it was. I never did seem to do anything right. My phone started going off with messages and they were from both Gage and Arlo asking me why I wasn’t at the dinner. I told them that I didn’t know anything about the dinner and I wasn’t really interested. I had a lot of work to do. Gage kept pressing, though. He wanted to know why in the world I wouldn’t want to go and hang out with them. I just had to keep explaining that I had way too much work to do. Plus I had to prepare for my next lot of tutoring tomorrow. I just simply had way too much stuff on right now. They finally accepted it but that didn’t stop them from messaging me. The messages weren’t as serious after that. They were more funny. Sending me funny emoji’s about how boring the dinner was and how everyone was talking about business. It was driving them crazy. They want me to promise them that I will kill them if a dinner like this ever comes up again, but I say that I like them too much to kill them. I knew that Asher was back to start his Alpha training. I think everyone knew that without actually being told that. But what I wasn’t expecting was the bombshell that the twins dropped on me. He’s appointed his future Beta for when he takes over. He’s going to have Spencer, my troublesome brother, as his Beta.What the heck? Everyone was celebrating at the packhouse. They all thought that it was a good choice. The twins didn’t like it because they just didn’t like my brother. But none of them actually know what he’s really like. Except for my parents. But they would have been so excited that he was the future Beta. How in the world could this be happening? He’s going to have so much power in this pack. He’s going to do whatever he wants and I can guarantee that Asher will lose this pack because of him. Asher might think of him as a great friend, but he doesn’t know what Spencer is really like. This is really bad. Not only for Asher, but for me as well. I felt my heart starting to race where I actually began having palpitations and my breathing was getting really heavy and I was going into a full on panic attack. I sat off my chair and onto the floor, leaning against the wall with my knees up against my chest as I was trying to take deep breaths. But I felt the tears starting to prick the side of my eyes. I was terrified right now because Spencer, being the future Beta, already had more power than he should. And he loved making a victim out of me. Even if I didn’t call myself a victim. But that didn’t mean anything around here He could do what he wanted and he knew it now. He would get away with it even more than he already did. If I ever wanted to come clean, no one would believe me. Asher hates me and Spencer will have too much control and power.Darn my life! I managed to calm down by telling myself that once I was done with college, I didn’t care what anyone said. I was leaving this pack. I was getting out of here as soon as possible. So I managed to get up to keep studying and trying to keep my head on my school work when I heard a bit of noise coming down the street until it finally reached my house and all that noise was coming from my family. Spencer was still celebrating his promotion to being the Beta when the Alpha retires and Asher takes over the pack. I only have a lamp in my room, not my light, and I was just hoping and praying to the moon goddess that they were going to ignore me because they were in a good mood. But I knew that was too good to be true. I tried to stay as quiet as possible but it wasn’t long before my bedroom door slammed open, causing me to jump in the seat where I was sitting. I jumped to my feet and Spencer was standing in the doorway with the light from the hallway behind him. He was swaying a little on his feet with an open beer bottle in his hand and danger in his eyes. I’d seen that look before and I never liked what came after it. He was obviously still celebrating, but the stare that he was giving me as he took another swig from the bottle was giving me not butterflies in my stomach, they were angry hornets. Mom and dad stumbled up the stairs and slowly walked down the hallway behind where Spencer was. They looked into my room and saw me frozen in the middle of my bedroom before my mother kept walking on to their bedroom. “Have fun son. You deserve it.” Dad said, patting him on the back before he continued on to his bedroom. Spencer took a couple of long calculated steps into my bedroom and slowly closed the door behind him. I looked around me but there wasn’t anything in my room that was good enough to defend myself with right now. I looked back at the window and it was a two floor drop to the ground, but I knew that I would survive it. Even if I dive through the window while it’s closed. It was almost as if Spencer could read my mind as he rushed to where I was standing and grabbed me by both of my arms and he stared straight into my eyes. I saw nothing there but hatred towards me before he threw me on my back on my bed. He stumbles towards me and he throws the bottle on my hard wood floor, letting it smash and the rest of the beer spilling everywhere on my floor. He reached my bed where I wouldn’t be able to make it off the bed and get to my door because the bottom of my bed had a large frame on it. He would catch me before I got over it. Drunk or not, werewolves are still really fast. I see him reach down to his pants and start trying to undo his belt as I lean up on my elbows. I was looking around for any possible way to escape this nightmare, but he saw me trying to figure out how to get out of this. So he lunged on top of me and pinned my arms to the bed while he was still staring me in the eyes. He lowered his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing my scent and I could feel him getting hard as he was laying on top of me. His weight was really heavy and I felt like I couldn’t move and I was having trouble breathing as he was leaning on my chest as well. He wasn’t trying to be gentle, but I never would have expected him to. I started trying to get my hands free from his grasp but he held my arms in one of his hands before he reached down and he continued trying to undo his pants. I started struggling a lot more and he used his free hand that was undoing his pants to punch me across the face, causing my lip to split and he kept trying to get his jeans off. He managed to kick his jeans off and he was only wearing shorts under them and he spread his legs wider for a moment, but I knew that was going to be my only chance. I brought my knee up as hard as I could and I kneed him in the groin. He froze for a moment and let out a moan in pain as I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed as I jumped to my feet. I stood on the broken glass on the floor but that didn’t stop me from running to my door. I slammed it open and I started running down the stairs as I heard Spencer start yelling and swearing at me and calling me all sorts of names. I then heard my parents come out of their bedroom and they came after me as well. But once I reached the front door I tried to open it but the lock was locked with a key. The same key that my parents kept with them in their room. So I ran to the living room, which was right next to the front door and I ran over to the window. It was also locked and I could hear them getting closer and closer to me. Barrelling down the stairs so I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I punched my fist through the window, cutting up my hand pretty good and I cleared away the glass and climbed out the window, cutting my feet even more and my legs and torso as I climbed out. I jumped over the bannister of the patio, landing on my bottom. I got up and started running down the street until I reached the forest. Not paying attention to any neighbors or seeing if they had noticed the commotion or not. It was late, so hopefully I had already run past their house before they saw anything. I didn’t need the town talking about this. I didn't want people to find out the truth about what really happens at my house. It was something that I had always swore I would take to the grave. I could still hear my parents and Spencer yelling from the house, which wasn’t keeping a low profile and definitely would have gotten some attention, but I kept running without looking back. My heart felt like it was in my throat and my vision was getting a little blurry. I had to try and shake it off. I couldn’t afford to have a panic attack right now. I needed to keep running and get as far away from them as possible. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I got home, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. But right now, I had to get away from Spencer and not let him take me by force again. I turned back while I was running to see if any of them were chasing me but I ended up running into something hard. But instead of falling backwards onto the ground, I felt an arm reach around and stop me from falling. So I turned back to look and Asher was standing in front of me, holding me close to his body as he was the one that stopped me from falling to the ground. “We meet again…my precious mate. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” He growled out, his eyes black, looking at me with nothing but disdain. “Asher.” I said, practically out of breath.
"“What the heck happened to you?” His voice was low, dangerous. My mate’s eyes swept over the bruises on my arms. “Don’t lie to me.” His growl rumbled through me as his nose traced my hair, then lower... toward the crook of my neck. I froze. My body burned. Begged. “Don’t do this.” My voice cracked. “I’m not good enough for you.” His eyes turned black. “Why do you keep saying that?” Because my brother just tried to r8pe me. Because my family beats me nightly. Because I’m broken. But I couldn’t say it. “I waited six years for you.” His hand gripped my chin. “I decide who stands beside me. And it’s you, mate. Only you.” ***" Trinity Being in a werewolf pack isn’t everything that it’s cracked up to be. I mean, if you’re born into a good family and the Alpha approves of you, then things are pretty good. But there’s a lot that goes on that even the Alpha doesn’t know about. Especially the people close to him. They know how to get around him and do what they want without him being aware of it. Some people have become quite skilled at it. When I graduated from high school, I was offered a full scholarship to the nearest college to our pack, which accommodates both humans and werewolves. However, my parents forbade me from leaving the pack. I was told that I still had to live with them, which I didn’t understand, but I was never allowed to question it. I just had to do as I was told. I turned 18 a couple of months ago, which means I am now an adult and can do as I please. But I knew my parents would ask the Alpha to reject my application about leaving the pack. So I knew I didn’t have a choice. But I was given a job at the high school as a tutor to help struggling kids which I actually enjoy doing. And it’s a paying job. The high school pays me for it themselves because it helps them out to get these kids getting better grades. As soon as I walked out of the high school one day while everyone else was still in class I saw twin guys standing outside. The same twins that I grew up with and were by my side through everything. The ones that I could rely on for anything, my best friends. “Hey. It’s about time.” Gage said. “Sorry to keep you waiting because I had to work. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth.” I said. “Ouch. That hurts.” Arlo said, feigning hurt. “Ooh. I’m sure you’ll survive.” I laughed, poking at his chest, but he started laughing, so I kept going because I knew how ticklish he was. “Alright. Where are we going?” Gage asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care.” I said. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Sure.” I said. So we walked over to their 1960’s Mustang and we drove down town to the diner. As soon as we went inside, everyone looked at us, but that was nothing unusual and we walked over to a booth before a waitress walked over. She took our order and she was paying more attention to the twins than me, but she went back to the counter eventually and I was sitting against the glass of the diner that looked outside to the street while I was facing back in at the twins. “So, how were the little brats today?” Arlo asked. “Not too bad. You know werewolf kids. They can’t concentrate.” I said. “I know. If it wasn’t for you, I never would have graduated.” Gage said. “I know. You totally owe me for that too.” I said and he started laughing. “I heard that a few people are at the swimming hole today.” Arlo said. “Then go to the swimming hole. You don’t need us two to hold your hand.” Gage said, sounding frustrated. “What are you two talking about?” I asked. “His ex is going to be at the swimming hole. She invited him and he’s thinking about getting back together with her.” Gage explained. “Which one?” I asked, making Gage laugh again. “I’m serious. You’ve got a lot of ex girlfriends. Which one do you want to get back with?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not going. I think I might make her work for it a bit.” Arlo said. “She deserves it.” Gage said. “They all do. After the way they treated you.” I said. “I told you. Trinity would be on my side, no matter what you think.” Gage said. “You two are always ganging up on me.” Arlo said. “Arlo. I’m not ganging up on you. I’m being serious. All of the girls that you’ve been with were just power hungry jerks. They like your status in the pack and they wanted to use that to their advantage. I’m really not trying to be mean here. You are so much better than all of them put together.” I explained. “Thanks Trinity. At least you explain it better than Gage. All he said was "you have the worst taste in women.” Arlo said and I started laughing. “Like he can talk.” I said and Arlo agreed with me. We ate lunch together and then we got back in their car and drove around for a while before we ended up at a park. We got out of the car and I walked over and got on the swing while Arlo started pushing me and Gage sat on the swing next to me. “So, when do you have classes next?” Gage asked. “Tomorrow. It’s an all dayer.” I said. “That stinks. We wanted you around town tomorrow.” He said.“Why’s that?” I asked.“Because we’re not sure if we want to stay home all day. We need a distraction.” Arlo said.“No. You two need a real job.” I said.“Well, not everyone can work their tail off like you.” Gage said. And I poked my tongue at him. I noticed that we were getting a few looks from people that were walking past, but that wasn’t anything unusual. We always got strange looks because it seemed to be inconceivable to everyone that I was friends with these twins. Especially since these twins are the younger sons of the Alpha and Luna. They were pack royalty and they weren’t interested in settling down and starting a family or passing on the family name. They were interested in being 18, just like me and having a bit of fun before responsibility took over our lives. “Alright. So, what’s going on tomorrow? Why don’t you want to be at home?” I asked. “Because Asher is going to be the center of attention and we really don’t want to be there to see it. It’s like we don’t exist whenever he’s around.” Gage said. “Asher. Your older brother?” I asked, stopping the swing that I was on. Their older brother who was the heir to the pack. He was going to take over as Alpha when their father retired as Alpha. He was coming back to town and this was the first I was hearing about it? I could feel myself starting to panic but I couldn’t. I had to control my breathing and my heart rate otherwise the guys would hear it and they would know that something was wrong with me. I couldn’t let them hear it. I didn’t want them to know that I was panicking that their brother was coming back to town. I didn’t want him here either, but obviously he had been called back by his father. He had to start Alpha training at some point. Learning to take over the pack. And he was already 24 years old. He should have started a lot sooner than this. But I still didn’t care about that. I started swinging again while Arlo was still pushing me, but not very hard. I had to try and push it out of my head and do absolutely everything I could to stay away from Asher. I just had to stay right away from him and out of his sight. I knew that he wouldn’t want to see me either. But that was a whole other story. Us three were hanging out for the rest of the afternoon and then they dropped me off at my pretty nice house that wasn’t too far from the packhouse. It was in the nicer part of town with the larger houses and I guess we were part of the influential residence of the pack. We were higher than the working class. As soon as I walked inside I put my bag on the table next to the door and I went into the living room to see my father, Hank, my mother Sabine and my older brother Spencer standing there waiting for me. All of them with their arms crossed and pursed lips. Instantly, my stomach leapt into my chest, knowing what was in store for me just by coming home to these people. So I turned around and started walking down the hallway. I opened the door to the basement and when I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw the chains hanging from the ceiling that caused my breath to hitch in my throat and butterflies to rise in my stomach. I walked to my usual position under the chains when my brother walked over to me and he grabbed my arms and raised them above my head so he could place them in the clasps of the chains and he locked them tightly. My arms were left above my head and my father stood back and leaned against the wall of the basement while my mother looked at a table that was on the side of the wall. A table that was full of instruments for this very occasion. Mom grabs her favorite weapon, the leather whip but she always soaks it in wolfsbane so it leaves the marks longer and I’m in pain for a lot longer. I don’t heal as fast if wolfsbane is involved. And the silver burns around my wrists will take a while to heal as well. But as my mother walked closer to me, I kept my head down as she ripped my shirt and my pants off of me so I was only standing there wearing a bra and panties. I was still covered in different colored bruises from the other nights when my family decided that I needed to be punished for an incident that happened so many years ago. My mother walked around me, holding a photo in her hand. I could hear her sniffling as she was looking at the photo, but then she took a step back and I suddenly felt the excruciating pain of the whip across my back. I didn’t scream out though. That’s one thing I never did. I never screamed. I never cried. Not anymore. It took me a while to realize that’s what they wanted. They wanted to see me break. But I didn’t give them that satisfaction anymore. Mom whipped me repeatedly until I could feel little blood trickles running down my back. She finally took a step back as she was trying to catch her breath. But that’s when my brother stepped forward wearing some brass knuckles. He forced me to look him in the face, but then he started punching me over and over again in the stomach before he hit me once across the face. “Spencer. You know not to hit her in the face.” Dad scolded him. “I lost control.” Spencer said. “I know. Just don’t let it happen again.” Dad said, calmly. I felt the blood pooling in my mouth and I spat it out on the floor, right in front of Spencer’s feet. I looked up again and he took that as a sign of disrespect so he punched me again and again and again. Obviously not wanting to stop. I started wondering how many times they could hit me before they did enough damage to kill me. I wonder if he’d already caused internal injuries or bleeding. It felt like he had, and I had a couple of broken ribs from what he was doing. But I couldn’t be sure of the rest. And I wouldn’t be able to go to the doctor and get treated. They would alert the Alpha, and that would make things so much worse for me. My parents were great at manipulating people and the Alpha and Luna always fell for their lies. I knew they would never believe me if I told them what was happening. That’s why the twins don’t know. “You know what you did, don’t you?” Mom asked. “It was an accident,” I said. So she whipped me again. “After all this time, you still can’t take responsibility for it? What is wrong with you?” She yelled. “I didn’t do it. It was a terrible accident,” I growled. So Spencer hit me this time. “You caused the accident. You did this to our family. You broke us.” Spencer yelled. “The only thing broken around here is you freak.” I spat at him. So he hit me three more times in the stomach really hard. He started laughing as I was gasping for air. “Do you still have anything to say to me?” He asked. So I slowly put my head up and smiled at him. This time my mother whipped me several times. “I knew they should have gotten rid of you as soon as you were born.” Spencer growled in my face. “Sorry. That one wasn’t my fault.” I smirked. So he hit me again. “I should have killed you when you were born and put all of us out of our misery.” Mom yelled in my face. “Then why didn’t you?” I asked. But she just looked at me strangely. Like she didn’t expect that sort of a reaction from me. “That’s enough. She’s had enough.” Dad said. “What? She hasn’t had anywhere near enough. She hasn’t paid for what she did.” Mom argued. “She has school tomorrow. People will start asking questions if we keep going tonight.” Dad said. “Why don’t you ever hit her? Why don’t you ever get in on this? She hurt you just as much as us.” Mom yelled. “I don’t need to hit her. She already knows that she means nothing to me.” Dad said. So Spencer walked over and undid the chains and I fell to the ground. They put their weapons back on the table next to the wall and I slowly made my way to my feet. I managed to walk upstairs and they were behind me as I got to the ground floor of the house but then I had to go upstairs again. I went to my room and I grabbed some clothes out of my cupboard before I walked across the hall to the bathroom. I had a shower and I washed all of the blood down the drain but I could barely move. The water on my skin was burning and the marks around my wrist were so red that they almost looked like third degree burns. I knew that I would have to cover these up for a couple of days. I got out of the shower and I got dressed into a singlet and track pants before I walked back to my bedroom. I brushed my really long blonde hair before I laid down on my bed and I pulled the covers over me. I looked at the clock and it said 2am. Which means I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. But sadly, I was used to it. It’s not the first time I’ve spent a night like this and then had to go to work or go to school the next day. I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep when I heard my brother’s phone ringing and I couldn’t tell who he was talking to, but it was probably one of the many girls that he has around town. He left the house pretty quickly after the call and I just felt relieved when he walked past my room and he didn’t come into it. I was tossing and turning all night. Getting a couple of minutes of sleep here and there. It wasn’t easy with wolfsbane whip marks all over my back. But even my legs were bruised. Mom must have gotten them as well. I didn’t feel it. Probably because the pain in my back and torso were so bad. But I still managed to get a little bit of sleep before I woke up to a mind link breaking through my peace and quiet. “Trinity. Are you there?” The man’s voice said. My eyes sprang open as soon as I heard his voice. It’s been months, but I couldn’t forget his voice. Asher. I knew that Asher was trying to mind link with me, but I looked at the clock and it was 6am. I pretended like I was still asleep, even though my wolf was completely betraying me right now. “Just speak to him.” Lily encouraged. “I already told you. I’m not going to do that. He left the pack because of me. Now that he’s back, I can’t see him.” I said. “I still hate what you did to him. You hurt him.” She said. “It was for his own good. You know that.” I said. “Do I? Or are you just finally believing all of that nonsense that your parents have been drilling into your head?” she said. “Lily. Be quiet and stay out of it,” I snapped, locking her at the back of my mind. I sat up in bed and I tried to get out of bed but I instantly fell to the floor because my legs gave out on me. They were a lot weaker than I thought they were. I grabbed onto the side of my bed to help me get up and that’s when I realized just how much pain I really was in. I slowly made my way to the other side of the room and I stood in front of the mirror and I lifted my shirt. There were black and blue marks all over me with open wounds between them as well. They really got me good last night. But there were also burns on my wrists and marks on my arms and some on my legs as well. But the mark on my head was gone. Where Spencer hit me. I was lucky about that. I walked to my wardrobe and I slowly got dressed into a long sleeved black shirt, jeans and black boots. I grabbed my school bag and made sure I had everything I needed for the day before leaving my room. I slowly made my way downstairs and luckily I didn’t see anyone in the house. I didn’t know where they were and I didn’t care. I walked outside and I got into my car and I left the house. I drove the hour to campus where I parked and I started making my way to my first class. A few people sang out to me and started waving and I waved back, acting like everything was normal. Giving them a smile and everything as well. Humans and werewolves. I had a lot of friends at school. Well, I guess they were more like acquaintances. I had all three of my classes today, which was rare. It was the only day of the week when I had all three. So my first one was business administration and finance before I had a short break and then I had to get to my secondary education to become a high school teacher and then my psychology class. By the end of the day I felt completely mentally exhausted and I went to go and sit in my car. I sat there for a while thinking about having to drive home and all of the reasons why I didn't want to go home. I really didn’t want to go back to that pack. But I knew that I didn’t have a choice. This is why my parents refused to let me move out. If I left then they wouldn’t have anyone to take their anger out on anymore. They needed to keep their punching bag close. I slowly drove back to the pack and I stopped outside the diner so I could get something to eat because I knew I wouldn’t get anything at home. But when I finished and I walked outside where I was stopped by two girls that I went to high school with, Ingrid and Rose. “Trinity!” Ingrid said, surprised. “Yeah.” I said, looking at her confused. “Sorry. It’s just rare to see you without the twins around.” She said. “I don’t spend every waking second with them. Almost every second, but not every second of the day.” I said. “How are they?” Rose asked. “You live in the same town. Why don’t you go and ask them yourselves?” I asked. “Because you see them more than we do.” Ingrid said. “You two have been crushing on them for years. Why don’t you just talk to them?” I asked. “Well, we did try in high school. They never really responded. Usually because they were always too busy doing things with you.” Ingrid said, looking a little spiteful about it. “Oh. Well, sorry about that. I didn’t realize. They never told me that you approached them.” I said. “Well, they were never interested because they were always too busy with you.” Rose said. “What are you trying to say?” I asked, staring straight at her. “I’m not trying to say anything.” She said. “Nonsense. If you think there’s something going on with the twins and me then you’re wrong. We’re friends. Best friends. There has never been anything going on with us. So, if they blew you off and used me as an excuse then I’m sorry but that just meant they weren’t interested. Live with it.” I snapped. Suddenly Gage and Arlo walked up from the street and Ingrid and Rose looked really embarrassed. Obviously thinking that they had heard the whole conversation and it was possible that they had. “Bye Trinity.” Ingrid said and they both took off really quickly. “What was that?” Gage asked. ““Same stuff, different day,” I said. “Are you being blamed because we weren’t interested in girls at school?” He asked. “Exactly.” I said. “We are sorry that we always used you as an excuse.” Arlo said. “Why? It was always the truth. We always did have plans.” I said. “That’s true.” He said. “Don’t worry about it. I can handle them two.” I said. “I hope so.” He said. “How was school?” Arlo asked. “Exhausting. All three classes in one day and they weren’t easy classes.” I said. “I can imagine.” He said. “What are you two up to now?” I asked. “We’re heading home. We left our car there, so it would take us longer to walk home when dad finally called.” Gage explained. “Smart.” I said. “Come on. Come with us.” Arlo said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along with him. Not allowing me to even put up an argument. I really didn’t want to go to the packhouse right now. “Your dickhead brother has been at the packhouse all day today. He’s so incredibly annoying. I wish Asher would get some better friends.” Gage said. “I doubt that’s gonna happen. They were really close before Asher left town.” I said. “Yeah. We’ve been trying to find out why Asher left town. He won’t tell us.” Arlo said, looking perplexed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean, he just got up and left. It was a couple of months ago and we don’t know where he went.” Arlo said. “Yeah. It was strange. He obviously had something going on.” I said. “Yeah. I guess he did. But he’s being so secretive about it. It’s driving me crazy.” Arlo said. “Maybe you should stop being so nosy. Not everything in everyone’s life needs to be shared around. It’s probably personal.” I said. “Yeah. I guess so. It still pisses me off because we’ve had to put up with dad since he left.” Arlo said. “There is nothing wrong with your father. He only made you teach a couple of training classes for the younger kids. Nothing to worry about.” I said. Yeah. I know. But it still stung,” he said. “You complain too much.” I said. We ended up walking past the packhouse and we went to the training field that was next to the house. We were walking down the hill towards the field, laughing and carrying on like we always did when I suddenly caught a whiff of something that smelled absolutely delicious. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw my brother Spencer in front of the trainees, but then the other guy who was only wearing sports shorts, turned around and stared straight at me. He had such intensity on his face as I stood there frozen, staring back at him. I stood there frozen in place, Asher was staring back at me. I could see the fire burning in his eyes. And ignoring him this morning wouldn’t have made anything easier. I glance over at Spencer and he is glaring at me while Gage and Arlo are looking between Asher and myself really strangely, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. “You know what? I’ve been at school all day today and I’ve got a tonne of homework and studying to do. I’ll see you guys later.” I said to Gage and Arlo before I turned around and I started practically power walking out of there. I got back to where I had parked my car and I drove away from town and I pulled up at a car park next to the forest where I knew no one ever visited. It was like a little rest stop and it had a good view of the pack, but I never saw anyone else up here. I never even saw patrols around this area of town. It was far enough inside of the border that the patrols stayed away, but no one else ever seemed to be interested in the rest area. Not even teenagers that were looking to get up to no good. I got out of the car and I started walking around the area for a bit before I sat at the table and chairs that gave a perfect view of the town from there, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I felt confused and scared and I really didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to leave this pack and get far away from these people. I can’t stand being here anymore. I stayed at the rest area until well after dark and then I drove back to my house and I went inside and straight up to my bedroom where I closed the door. I soon realized that no one else was at home so I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat and once I was finished I cleaned the kitchen and everything I used so spotlessly that it looked like I had never been in there. I assumed that my family were having dinner at the packhouse. I think I heard something about that earlier. But there was no way I was going to go there. Besides, no one actually invited me. Which I was fine with. I went back upstairs where I had a shower and I washed my hair and I got dressed into my pajamas and I sat at the desk in my bedroom where I started doing homework and studying for my classes. I had a lot of work to do now since I had all three classes and I wasn’t going to allow myself to fall behind on any of my classes. My only hope was that when I graduated college, I might be able to get out of this pack. So I was actually trying to finish sooner than possible. But it was still going to take me a while. That was just inevitable. As I was sitting at the desk working, I suddenly saw Asher’s face in my mind again. The look that he gave me earlier. He looked like he wanted to kill me where I stood. I hated that he looked at me like that. We used to get along really well. I hated that he hates me now. I wish things could go back to the way they were. But I don’t see how that could ever happen. He was also a good friend of mine because I was always at the packhouse. I’ve been best friends with his brothers for years. And I hated that things changed between us. But it was my fault. I knew that it was. I never did seem to do anything right. My phone started going off with messages and they were from both Gage and Arlo asking me why I wasn’t at the dinner. I told them that I didn’t know anything about the dinner and I wasn’t really interested. I had a lot of work to do. Gage kept pressing, though. He wanted to know why in the world I wouldn’t want to go and hang out with them. I just had to keep explaining that I had way too much work to do. Plus I had to prepare for my next lot of tutoring tomorrow. I just simply had way too much stuff on right now. They finally accepted it but that didn’t stop them from messaging me. The messages weren’t as serious after that. They were more funny. Sending me funny emoji’s about how boring the dinner was and how everyone was talking about business. It was driving them crazy. They want me to promise them that I will kill them if a dinner like this ever comes up again, but I say that I like them too much to kill them. I knew that Asher was back to start his Alpha training. I think everyone knew that without actually being told that. But what I wasn’t expecting was the bombshell that the twins dropped on me. He’s appointed his future Beta for when he takes over. He’s going to have Spencer, my troublesome brother, as his Beta.What the heck? Everyone was celebrating at the packhouse. They all thought that it was a good choice. The twins didn’t like it because they just didn’t like my brother. But none of them actually know what he’s really like. Except for my parents. But they would have been so excited that he was the future Beta. How in the world could this be happening? He’s going to have so much power in this pack. He’s going to do whatever he wants and I can guarantee that Asher will lose this pack because of him. Asher might think of him as a great friend, but he doesn’t know what Spencer is really like. This is really bad. Not only for Asher, but for me as well. I felt my heart starting to race where I actually began having palpitations and my breathing was getting really heavy and I was going into a full on panic attack. I sat off my chair and onto the floor, leaning against the wall with my knees up against my chest as I was trying to take deep breaths. But I felt the tears starting to prick the side of my eyes. I was terrified right now because Spencer, being the future Beta, already had more power than he should. And he loved making a victim out of me. Even if I didn’t call myself a victim. But that didn’t mean anything around here He could do what he wanted and he knew it now. He would get away with it even more than he already did. If I ever wanted to come clean, no one would believe me. Asher hates me and Spencer will have too much control and power.Darn my life! I managed to calm down by telling myself that once I was done with college, I didn’t care what anyone said. I was leaving this pack. I was getting out of here as soon as possible. So I managed to get up to keep studying and trying to keep my head on my school work when I heard a bit of noise coming down the street until it finally reached my house and all that noise was coming from my family. Spencer was still celebrating his promotion to being the Beta when the Alpha retires and Asher takes over the pack. I only have a lamp in my room, not my light, and I was just hoping and praying to the moon goddess that they were going to ignore me because they were in a good mood. But I knew that was too good to be true. I tried to stay as quiet as possible but it wasn’t long before my bedroom door slammed open, causing me to jump in the seat where I was sitting. I jumped to my feet and Spencer was standing in the doorway with the light from the hallway behind him. He was swaying a little on his feet with an open beer bottle in his hand and danger in his eyes. I’d seen that look before and I never liked what came after it. He was obviously still celebrating, but the stare that he was giving me as he took another swig from the bottle was giving me not butterflies in my stomach, they were angry hornets. Mom and dad stumbled up the stairs and slowly walked down the hallway behind where Spencer was. They looked into my room and saw me frozen in the middle of my bedroom before my mother kept walking on to their bedroom. “Have fun son. You deserve it.” Dad said, patting him on the back before he continued on to his bedroom. Spencer took a couple of long calculated steps into my bedroom and slowly closed the door behind him. I looked around me but there wasn’t anything in my room that was good enough to defend myself with right now. I looked back at the window and it was a two floor drop to the ground, but I knew that I would survive it. Even if I dive through the window while it’s closed. It was almost as if Spencer could read my mind as he rushed to where I was standing and grabbed me by both of my arms and he stared straight into my eyes. I saw nothing there but hatred towards me before he threw me on my back on my bed. He stumbles towards me and he throws the bottle on my hard wood floor, letting it smash and the rest of the beer spilling everywhere on my floor. He reached my bed where I wouldn’t be able to make it off the bed and get to my door because the bottom of my bed had a large frame on it. He would catch me before I got over it. Drunk or not, werewolves are still really fast. I see him reach down to his pants and start trying to undo his belt as I lean up on my elbows. I was looking around for any possible way to escape this nightmare, but he saw me trying to figure out how to get out of this. So he lunged on top of me and pinned my arms to the bed while he was still staring me in the eyes. He lowered his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing my scent and I could feel him getting hard as he was laying on top of me. His weight was really heavy and I felt like I couldn’t move and I was having trouble breathing as he was leaning on my chest as well. He wasn’t trying to be gentle, but I never would have expected him to. I started trying to get my hands free from his grasp but he held my arms in one of his hands before he reached down and he continued trying to undo his pants. I started struggling a lot more and he used his free hand that was undoing his pants to punch me across the face, causing my lip to split and he kept trying to get his jeans off. He managed to kick his jeans off and he was only wearing shorts under them and he spread his legs wider for a moment, but I knew that was going to be my only chance. I brought my knee up as hard as I could and I kneed him in the groin. He froze for a moment and let out a moan in pain as I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed as I jumped to my feet. I stood on the broken glass on the floor but that didn’t stop me from running to my door. I slammed it open and I started running down the stairs as I heard Spencer start yelling and swearing at me and calling me all sorts of names. I then heard my parents come out of their bedroom and they came after me as well. But once I reached the front door I tried to open it but the lock was locked with a key. The same key that my parents kept with them in their room. So I ran to the living room, which was right next to the front door and I ran over to the window. It was also locked and I could hear them getting closer and closer to me. Barrelling down the stairs so I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I punched my fist through the window, cutting up my hand pretty good and I cleared away the glass and climbed out the window, cutting my feet even more and my legs and torso as I climbed out. I jumped over the bannister of the patio, landing on my bottom. I got up and started running down the street until I reached the forest. Not paying attention to any neighbors or seeing if they had noticed the commotion or not. It was late, so hopefully I had already run past their house before they saw anything. I didn’t need the town talking about this. I didn't want people to find out the truth about what really happens at my house. It was something that I had always swore I would take to the grave. I could still hear my parents and Spencer yelling from the house, which wasn’t keeping a low profile and definitely would have gotten some attention, but I kept running without looking back. My heart felt like it was in my throat and my vision was getting a little blurry. I had to try and shake it off. I couldn’t afford to have a panic attack right now. I needed to keep running and get as far away from them as possible. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I got home, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. But right now, I had to get away from Spencer and not let him take me by force again. I turned back while I was running to see if any of them were chasing me but I ended up running into something hard. But instead of falling backwards onto the ground, I felt an arm reach around and stop me from falling. So I turned back to look and Asher was standing in front of me, holding me close to his body as he was the one that stopped me from falling to the ground. “We meet again…my precious mate. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” He growled out, his eyes black, looking at me with nothing but disdain. “Asher.” I said, practically out of breath.
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🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
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🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
🚨 Stop—before you go and buy another weight loss patch. I’m a pharmacist at Boots. I’m 32, and I’ve spent the past 8 years working in a community pharmacy. Most of my day is spent checking prescriptions, helping people manage things like blood sugar and blood pressure, and answering questions about all sorts of products. And to be honest—very little surprises me anymore. But this has. 👉 Lately, more and more people have been walking in, showing me different brands of patches they’re using, and asking: “Why can’t I feel anything?” “Does this actually work?” Here’s where it gets interesting. When I check what they’re using, the ingredient lists are often almost identical. But the results they describe? Completely different. Some people notice steady, consistent changes. Others feel absolutely nothing. So what’s going on? Most people assume—quite reasonably—that if the ingredients are the same, the results should be similar. But clinically, it doesn’t work like that. Because your skin isn’t just a passive surface. It’s a selective biological barrier. 🔍 After looking into supplier updates and product data, one thing became clear: 👉 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍® has recently introduced an upgraded large-coverage version— often referred to by customers as the “Boots large patch”. And this is important— it’s not just bigger. 👉 The new version has been redesigned with real-world use in mind, aligned with guidance from the NHS on microneedle and transdermal delivery systems. 👉 The upgrades focus on: • A more optimised microneedle layout • Closer, more stable contact with the skin • More even and sustained release of active components 👉 In other words—it’s been structurally improved to deliver more consistently. 💡 That also explains what we keep seeing at the counter: 👉 People who previously tried smaller patches 👉 And saw little to no effect 👉 Are now asking whether this larger version is any different The answer is—yes. Significantly. 📌 The upgraded large patch offers: • Wider, more complete coverage • Stronger adhesion with less edge lifting • More consistent and continuous delivery 👉 Many people only begin to notice a real difference after switching to the large-format version. ⚠️ That said—even with the upgraded version, correct use still matters: ❶ Make sure the patch sits completely flat—no lifting edges ❷ Avoid areas that move frequently ❸ Use it consistently, not just occasionally ✅ So the advice is simple: • If you’re trying 𝐒𝐎𝗟𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍®, make sure it’s the new large-coverage version • Apply it properly • And stick to a consistent routine Because with products like this— 👉 it’s not just about what you use 👉 it’s about which version you use, and how you use it 🚀 If you’re thinking of giving it another go, make sure it’s the latest large-coverage version now being widely talked about in Boots.
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"Jane Quinn never asked to be a player in a deadly game. One minute, she was celebrating her freedom from a toxic family; the next she woke up on a deserted island with 99,999 strangers. Raised by abusers and cast off by her rich parents for a fake sister, Jane learned early that trust was a luxury. So when the Island Survival Game System offered to teleport her parents to her side, she hit ""no."" Three days of newbie protection taught her a lot. While most players begged for food and hid in huts, she hunted monsters and built a small empire selling iron axes and spiked fences. Luck helped, but grit was her real edge. Then the game sent players into deadly dungeons, and her family, including that supposed sister, turned up in the same zone trying to use her. Jane blacklisted them all. With a pet ice phoenix, three leaderboard titles, and enemies closing in, she was facing the ultimate test. The temperature was dropping, resources were drying up, and other players were watching her base. Will her ""no mercy"" rule keep her alive or leave her truly alone?" 👉 (When you open the App, it will automatically jump to the book.)
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
1| You wish for death? Selene I had died nine times. And every single time, it had been by his hand. Alpha Damien of the Crimson Pack. The most dangerous man I had ever laid eyes on. The scene had always begun the same way, his sword pressed to my throat, his cold blue eyes pinning me where I knelt. The final strike had always come, his blade slicing through flesh, blood spilling down my chest as I drew my last breath. You might have wondered why, if I had gone back nine times, I couldn’t stop it. Why I couldn’t change the ending. The truth was cruel. I remembered nothing of my past lives until that very moment, until I saw Damien’s blade at my throat. That was when it all crashed back, the nine deaths, my life flashing before my eyes, again and again. My chest heaved. My hand clamped over the wound in my stomach, trying to hold in what was already spilling out. Around me, the battlefield was silent except for the groans of the dying. All my men were gone. Damien towered over me, tall and merciless, his armor slick with blood. There wasn’t a scratch on him. His face was blank and emotionless as always, those cold blue eyes slicing into me without a hint of pity. He looked at me the way one looks at a wounded animal, seconds before delivering the final blow. The cold-blooded monster was about to end my life. “Aww,” someone jeered behind him, a faceless soldier who had watched me die too many times. “She is still fighting to live. How sad.” Another soldier laughed. “Hahaha. Sad indeed. The mighty Luna, leading her people into war, while her mate sits in his castle, drinking and fucking his pleasures. How dumb is she?” A third voice chimed in. “Do we even need to kill her? Look at her. She’s beautiful. We could take her back, keep her as our slave. Imagine that, the Luna of Mooncrest on her knees for us.” Dirty words were thrown at me. My fists trembled against the dirt, nails digging into my palms. My throat ached, my breath ragged, but I stayed silent. On any other day, I would have spat blood in their faces, and cursed them. I was the Luna. I would not allow anyone to insult me. But I’d learned. Every time I rose to defend my honor, Damien cut me down. That was one of the ways I died. And Gods, I was so tired. So I let them speak. Let them drag my name through the filth. I didn’t raise my eyes, or waste my strength. My silence enraged one of them. Boots crunched against the blood-soaked ground as he stormed closer. “Who the fuck are you to ignore me, you whore?” His hand lifted, ready to strike me across the face. But before his palm could fall, Damien turned his head and fixed his gaze on him. The soldier froze immediately. His hand dropped at once. Not even his own men defied him. I lifted my gaze just enough to look at them, then lowered it again. My voice came out quiet. “Kill me.” Silence. They all paused, eyes widening. One muttered in disbelief, “Did she just… ask us to kill her?” Another scoffed, uneasy. “She was fighting like a demon moments ago. Why the sudden change?” Damien’s sword never moved from my throat. His head tilted, curiosity glinting in his icy stare as he studied me. “You wish for death?” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Why?” I didn’t answer. My gaze stayed fixed on the ground, the blood pooling at my knees. “Why, Luna of the Mooncrest Pack?” he pressed again. Why? Because I was tired. Because every life, every struggle, every desperate fight had always led me here. I was weary of struggling against fate only to meet the same end. I swallowed. My lips trembled, but the truth slipped out anyway. “Because I’m tired of fighting,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You’re going to end it, no matter what I do… so just be quick with it.” I felt his gaze burn into me. I didn’t dare look up. If I saw his eyes now, if I faced him in this state, I would despise myself for being so weak. The blade pressed closer to my throat. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. Gods, I was terrified. I didn’t want to die again. But what choice did I have? I closed my eyes. Please, let it be quick this time. Every other time had hurt too much. The weight of the sword shifted. I braced myself for the cut, but instead, I heard the sound of the blade lowering. My eyes flew open. I froze. Huh? Around me, everyone was silent. Damien’s soldiers were also confused as they stared at their alpha. He stood there, blade resting at his side, his face as cold and unreadable as ever. “W-what are you…?” My voice shook as I looked up at him in disbelief. His eyes narrowed. “You want to die?” His lips curled, but it wasn’t a smile. “That is rather amusing. The look in your eyes… you’re terrified of death, yet you beg for it. I’ve never seen anyone like you before.” I swallowed, my throat dry. Damien tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle. Then, he said, “Very well. I’ll give you a chance to live. If you can survive today, you’ll keep your life.” My heart stuttered. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “Jason,” Damien called. “Yes, Alpha,” replied a striking man with blonde hair, his beta. “Hand me my bow.” Jason obeyed swiftly, placing the weapon in Damien’s hands. The Alpha strung an arrow, then leveled it at me. “I’ll give you one minute to run,” he said. “Then my men and I will fire. If you can escape, we won’t hunt you down.” The soldiers laughed. Their eyes lit with delight. To them, I wasn’t a Luna anymore. I was their prey. My chest tightened. Every instinct screamed at me to stay down, to let it end here before they could play their cruel game. But this had never happened before. Not once in my nine lives had he ever spared me, let alone offered me a way out. My body shook. My mind told me to give up. But somewhere deep inside, I still had hope. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live. Damien’s head tilted slightly, his blue eyes glinting. “If I were you,” he said. “I’d be running.” My teeth sank into my lip. My legs felt heavy, but I forced them to move. Then I turned and ran. Behind me, his voice counted down. When the first arrows whistled through the air, I didn’t stop. Even as they tore into my flesh, even as pain seared through me, I kept running. I ran because for the first time in all my lives, I had a chance. 2| Alpha Damien doesn’t spare anyone Selene I staggered forward. My legs felt like they no longer belonged to me, but I forced them to move. I couldn’t stop. My breaths came fast, my vision blurring, but I pushed through the haze. I did it. I really did it. I escaped death. Even though I was still bleeding, broken, hanging by a thread, I knew if I got treatment, I could make it. I could heal, and live. The thought made a faint smile tug at my lips. I looked up and saw the gates of the castle. My home. It was guarded by familiar men in armor. Relief flooded me so hard it nearly dropped me to my knees. ‘We did it, Mira. We’re almost home.’ Mira didn’t answer. My wolf had been silent since the battle. She was a white wolf, one of the strongest in existence, yet when I needed her most, she had vanished just like every other time in my past lives. Still, I knew she was there, watching, helping in her own way. If not for her, I would already be dead. I didn’t understand her silence, but I told myself that once I was healed, she’d come back to me. My body swayed as I stumbled toward the gate. One of the guards narrowed his eyes, then shouted, “Huh? Something’s approaching! Raise your arrows!” “Who are you?! State your business!” I threw up a trembling hand, my voice hoarse. “Hold! Don’t shoot. It’s me, I’m Luna Selene.” The men froze, blinking at me in shock. I couldn’t blame them. I must’ve looked nothing like myself, covered in blood, staggering like a beggar at death’s door instead of the graceful Luna they were used to. I braced my hands on my knees, gasping for air, then forced myself upright. My eyes locked on them. “What are you waiting for? Open the gates. Tell Adrian I’m back.” The guards didn’t move. Instead, they exchanged looks with one another. And then, slowly, they lifted their bows and aimed them at me. I blinked, disbelieving. My heart stumbled in my chest. “W-what are you doing?” I stared at the men, my body swaying, my chest burning with every ragged breath. One of them stepped forward, his voice hard. “On your knees. You’ve been ordered to be taken into custody.” My eyes widened. “W-what do you mean, taken into custody? What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m injured?” My voice cracked. “I’ll die if I’m not treated. Call Adrian this instant! If Adrian knew what you were doing, he would never tolerate this disrespect!” A guard scoffed, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Yeah, right. On your knees, Selene Bloodrose.” The full name hit me like a slap. No one dared call the Luna by her full name. I frowned, confused. This was wrong. They knew who I was. They knew my title. And yet, they dared point arrows at me? I opened my mouth to demand answers, but the gates creaked open. I turned, relieved to see Adrian stepping out. He looked as breathtaking as always, long black hair tied back neatly, his red robes flowing, a golden crown glinting atop his head. My Alpha, my mate. The reason I fought this war to begin with. At his side walked my twin sister, Sienna. She was one of the few people who had always stood by me, supported me, and loved me no matter what. Walking behind them were more guards. Adrian’s steps were slow. He stopped in front of me. My knees nearly buckled, but I exhaled in relief. Thank god. I smiled. “A-Adrian… thank god you’re here. These men are talking nonsense. They won’t let me in, they say I’m to be taken into custody. I know it must be a mistake.” I clutched at my bleeding side. “But I don’t mind, I'm just so tired, Adrian. I need treatment. Please, just—” I stopped when something caught my eye. I blinked. My sister was wearing a golden, embroidered robe with the mark of Luna. The Luna robe. My heart stuttered, and my blood ran cold. “W-what… what is this?” My voice was no more than a whisper. I forced my gaze to Adrian, searching for reassurance. “Why is she wearing that?” He didn’t move, didn't even react to the state I was in. He only stood there, eyes unreadable. My lips trembled as I licked them, tasting blood. “Adrian… what’s going on?” Adrian’s eyes met mine. “How did you manage to survive?” I blinked. My breath caught in my throat. “W-what?” “How did you survive, Selene? And where are the troops that were sent with you?” My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard, my body swaying on my feet. I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts were muddled, spinning with exhaustion and blood loss. Sienna’s voice rang out beside him. “Sister, the Alpha asked you a question. Why are you so quiet? Do you not have an answer?” She tapped her chin as if in thought, her lips curving. “Or… could it be that you used your troops as a distraction and escaped by yourself?” My eyes widened. I stared at her in disbelief. “W-what are you saying, Sienna?” A distraction? I would never do that.” One of the guards sneered. “What? You mean she abandoned them? Used her own soldiers to cover her retreat?” He spat at the ground. “Coward.” I shook my head desperately. “No! I said that’s not true! I didn’t use anybody to escape!” Adrian’s voice was merciless. “Then how did you escape? Why would that cold-hearted demon let you live?” I wanted to scream at him that I was dying, that he could at least let me rest before forcing me to answer, but I bit the words back. All I could do was force out the truth through trembling lips. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered. “He just let me go. Everyone else is dead, but he didn’t kill me.” Sienna laughed. A mocking chuckle that didn’t sound like my sister at all. “But why would he let you go, sister? From what I’ve heard, Alpha Damien doesn’t spare anyone. He kills everyone who stands in his way. Oh, unless…” She gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. “Unless you let him and his men inside you. Is that why he let you go?” My blood boiled at her vile remark. “Enough!” I snapped, my voice thundering with my Luna command. Sienna stumbled back, her smug smile faltering. Even in my state, I could still put her in her place. “Don’t make such disgusting assumptions!” I roared, my chest heaving. “I would rather die than let them touch me!” I turned toward Adrian, my gaze desperate, and pleading. “You have to believe me, Adrian. That’s what happened.” For a moment, he only stared. His cold green eyes searched mine, but there was no warmth there. “It doesn’t matter.” My breath hitched. “W-what?” “It doesn’t matter what happened out there. What matters is that you weren’t supposed to make it out alive, Selene.” The ground tilted beneath me. “What are you saying…?” “I thought I was sparing you,” he continued. “I thought it would be kinder to let you die in battle than to reject you before the entire pack and bury you in shame. But you didn’t die in battle. So I have no choice but to do this.” “I, Adrian Blackthorn, Alpha of the Mooncrest Pack, reject you, Selene Bloodrose, as my mate.” 3| Reject me already, Selene Selene Everything felt like a dream. A terrible nightmare I couldn’t wake from. I didn’t know what was worse, dying at the hands of a monster, or hearing my mate say that. Adrian was my mate, the Alpha of the Mooncrest Pack. I was a daughter of the priestess family, a family that served the Moon Goddess directly. I had always been different. My hair was proof of it, half black, half white. A curse, they said. The priestesses were supposed to bear only white hair, the mark of purity. But I was an outcast before I had even learned to walk. It didn’t matter to me. All I had wanted was happiness. I wanted a bond with my mate. When I found out my mate was the Alpha himself, I was overjoyed. I felt our bond. Even when Adrian barely noticed me, even when he was cold, distant, and indifferent, I was still happy. Because he was mine. And I believed that one day he might love me back. So I gave him everything. I worked, I bled, I devoted myself to being the perfect Luna. I did my duty so well I lost myself in it, and the few people who truly cared for me. I went to war for him against Alpha Damien, the demon who killed me life after life. And not once, did I ever blame Adrian. Even knowing it was always his orders, that led me to my death. Even then, I was happy that he was safe. How foolish. All my sacrifices, my love was all for nothing. I escaped death, only to suffer this. My breaths came shallow. And then I felt our little bond shattering. My knees buckled, my body shaking. A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, until I couldn’t stop them anymore. “Say it, Selene,” Adrian growled. I lifted my head, trembling, my lips parting, but what came out was a broken whisper. “D-Damien…” “Say it,” he repeated, harder this time. “After you say it, you’ll be treated. Then you’ll be exiled from this pack. That is all I can do for you.” I stared at the man I had loved for so many years. My vision blurred with tears, my heart screaming as I looked down at my hand, still clutching the wound that refused to stop bleeding. My voice cracked as I whispered, “After everything I’ve done for you… after all the love I’ve given you, how could you do this to me?” My body shook. “I went to war for you. I gave my life, my soul, my dedication to you.” “Why would you do this to me… when all I’ve ever given you is love?” For a moment, something flickered in Adrian’s gaze. But as quickly as it came, it vanished. His expression hardened again. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but Sienna stepped forward first. “Adrian didn’t mean it, Selene.” My brow furrowed. Adrian. The way she said his name was too intimate. My stomach twisted. Why was she saying it like that? The truth struck me. I turned my eyes on them both, my heart pounding so loud I could hear nothing else. When Sienna caught my stare, she smirked, lips curving in triumph, as if she was happy I’d finally pieced it together. My breath hitched. My head shook violently. “I-Impossible,” I whispered. “Impossible, you wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t…” Neither of them spoke, or denied it. Sienna placed her hand on Adrian’s arm, claiming him. “Yes,” she said. “Whatever you’re thinking is correct, sister.” She leaned closer to him. “Adrian and I are together. We have been for a long time. We only kept it hidden to spare you, and avoid hurting you, but we couldn’t hide anymore. We love each other too much. I know you’ll understand, Selene. You’ve always been the understanding type.” Her voice was sweet, but I could hear the venom beneath it. And just like that, whatever fragile pieces of hope or humanity I had left shattered into dust. My mate, and my sister. The two people I had loved, trusted were together all along. And instead of facing me, they had thrown me to Damien’s claws, hoping he would tear me apart in their stead. Adrian sighed, his face bored, as though everything was nothing more than an inconvenience. “Don’t waste my time. Reject me already, Selene.” Before I could respond, Sienna turned her gaze to him, her hand still resting on his arm. “Wait,” she said softly. “Let me talk to my sister first. She might listen to me.” Adrian’s jaw tightened, as if he disliked the delay, but finally he gave a short nod. “Make it quick.” She walked towards me and took my hand in hers, her fingers cool against my blood stained skin. She leaned closer, tilting her head as though she was comforting me. My stomach churned. I wanted to yank my hand away, and shove her back, but I was too weak. “Sister, you shouldn’t be so down, after all, it’s not like you could’ve kept him forever.” She whispered. My body flinched. Her breath was warm against my skin as she continued. “Finally, I can get rid of trash like you. Do you know how annoying you’ve always been to me? How could someone like you, a cursed wolf, end up with Adrian as a mate, when I should’ve been the one?” “Sienna…” “That’s why I did everything to seduce him and make him mine. And it wasn’t hard, you know. He already hated the sight of you. He only kept you because you were useful. But now, you’re not useful anymore. So you should just die. It will be better for everyone. Besides… your wolf is already poisoned.” My eyes snapped to hers in shock. She smirked. “Yes, Selene. I poisoned Mira. That’s why your precious wolf has been silent all day. She’s slowly dying. And once she’s gone, you’ll be nothing. You’ll never rise again or fight. You’ll be worthless.” I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at her, my world crumbling piece by piece. Even if I survived today, even if I somehow escaped this humiliation, Mira would still die. And with her, I would too. My sister’s poison had already decided my fate. 4| I was no longer the same Selene Selene “Hahahaha.” The sound came out of me before I could stop it, echoing across the courtyard. The guards and Adrian froze. Even Sienna’s eyes widened as she stiffened. She tried to move away, but I moved faster, my hand shooting up, clamping around her throat. I dragged her back into me, my blade pressing against her pale neck. “Ah! What are you doing?! Let go!” she shrieked, clawing at my wrist. I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed the blade harder until a thin red line slid across her throat. “Selene!” Adrian barked. “Let her go this instant!” I only laughed again. His Alpha voice was powerless over me. At this point, nothing was more dangerous than a woman who had lost everything. “Keep your mouth shut!” I screamed back. His eyes widened, shock flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected me to fight his command, and dare defy him so openly. Sienna trembled in my grip, her voice trembling as she stammered, “W-what is wrong with you, Selene? You’re scaring me. Stop this.” Her fear should’ve softened me. But now, I only laughed again, my eyes wide as the blade dug deeper into her skin. “I’m scaring you?” My voice broke. “I’m scaring you?! When all this time, I’ve been the one terrified, terrified of dying, terrified of failing. I’ve faced death more times than you can count, and when I finally escaped fate itself, here you are. My sister, my mate. The people I trusted most are trying to kill me too.” I leaned closer, my voice low and venomous. “So tell me, Sienna, between the two of us, which one is more frightening? The two-faced bitch who smiles while stabbing me in the back, or the crazy bitch with nothing left to lose?” I slid the blade just enough to cut. “Ah!” she screamed, thrashing. “Adrian! Help me! She’s really going to kill me, do something!” Adrian's voice softened. “Relax, stop moving, or you’ll only make it worse. She won’t hurt you, Sienna. I know her.” “O-okay…” she stammered, but his words did nothing to calm her. She could see this was my final breaking point. We were twins, after all. He turned his gaze to me, trying to reason. “That’s enough, Selene. I know you’re angry. But you’re rational. You’re not the type to do something this foolish. I never said I’d kill you. You can still be forgiven. Just let her go.” “All my men have their arrows trained on you. I could order them to shoot without touching Sienna. So end this yourself. Put the blade down.” I stared at him, my chest heaving, my hand trembling against Sienna’s throat. I scoffed. “You think I’m scared of death? No, Adrian. I have died so many times already. Death and I are old friends. Your men can shoot if they want, I just survived a deadly game of arrows. None of this scares me anymore. I’m not afraid of dying, but I swear to you, I will take someone down to hell with me.” My grip tightened on the blade. I was ready to end at least one life before mine was taken. “No!” Adrian’s voice tore through the air. In that split second of hesitation, Sienna’s elbow rammed into my open wound. Pain exploded through me. I groaned as my knees buckled beneath me. She tore herself from my hold and stumbled into Adrian’s arms. “Are you okay, Sienna?” Adrian’s voice was full of concern, his hands running over her as if she were made of glass. She panted dramatically, clutching at him. “I—I’m fine. That was close… she was really going to kill me.” Adrian’s face darkened as he looked at me, disgust burning in his eyes. “You’re insane, Selene. I’ll have you punished for this. If Sienna had lost her child because of you, I would have made sure you regretted it.” I blinked. Her child? My gaze dropped to where Sienna’s hands clutched her stomach. Slowly, my eyes lifted again, meeting both of theirs. They didn’t even flinch. They just stared back at me. A hollow laugh bubbled in my throat, but I swallowed it. Instead, I forced myself upright, ignoring the agony tearing through my body. My blood dripped onto the stone beneath my feet, but I stood tall. “You know what?” My voice came out calm. “I don’t even blame you. I blame myself for being so blind, and stupid. For wasting my love and loyalty on the two of you.” They looked at me confused, as if they didn’t understand where I was going with this. I gave them a broken smile. “If I were ever given another chance, Adrian, and Sienna, I would make sure to become your worst nightmare. I’d take everything from you. I’d make your lives as miserable as you’ve made mine. I’d strip you bare until you had nothing left. And most of all, I’d make sure you never have the one thing you truly crave.” “I, Selene Bloodrose, promise you this, if I must make a deal with the devil himself, I will haunt you for the rest of your lives.” The sky rumbled, and then thunder split the air with a violent crack, making the guards flinch, making even Adrian’s face twitch as the sky darkened above us. The goddess had heard me. And so had the devil. “And to answer your rejection, Adrian…” I whispered, my eyes locking on his. “I hope this answer is to your satisfaction.” Before he could understand, I lifted the blade high. His eyes widened, as if, for the first time, he realized what I was about to do. “Selene—!” He moved fast, but I was faster. My hand drove the blade into myself, piercing through flesh. I gasped, and the world went silent. I fell to my knees, my head dropping forward as warm blood dripped onto the stone below. My vision blurred, the red pooling beneath me. I saw Adrian and Sienna, both frozen, their faces pale with shock, but I couldn’t hear them. Their lips moved, but the sound was gone, swallowed by the roaring in my ears. ‘Mira…’ I whispered inwardly, searching for my wolf. ‘Are you here?’ For a long moment, there was only silence until she answered. ‘Yes, Selene. I’m here. I’ve always been here. Every time you die, I die with you. I’m here with you on your final day.’ A shaky smile curved my lips as tears slid down my cheeks, mixing with the blood. ‘I’m sorry,’ I told her, my heart aching with guilt. ‘I’m sorry for being so stupid, and not protecting us. For not protecting you.’ Her voice was warm, though I could feel her fading too. ‘It’s okay, Selene.’ My strength was leaving me. I could feel it draining. My body was numb, my breaths shallow. But I forced the words out one last time, my plea to the heavens. Moon goddess, I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you are, please, give me one more chance. I don’t want to die unfairly. I don’t want to die betrayed again. Tears blurred my sight as I gasped for breath. Give me a chance to be reborn. Give me a chance for revenge. But this time, let me remember early. Don’t let me stumble in the dark again. Don’t let me die without knowing who my enemies truly are. Please, give me a tenth life. Thunder rolled above, rattling the heavens before everything went dark. **** I couldn’t breathe. It was as if something heavy was pulling me down, dragging me deeper and deeper into endless water. My chest burned. I tried to open my eyes, but the water forced them wide on its own, blurring everything around me. So was this it? I was dead. My grandmother’s words came to me. “When people die, child, their sins follow them. Everyone has their own hell waiting for them.” This was mine? Was this suffocating abyss my punishment? Had the Moon Goddess ignored me after all? I wasn’t given my tenth life. How ironic. Maybe the ninth really was the last. A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat, swallowed immediately by the water. My limbs ached, so I stopped moving. I had wanted to give those traitors a taste of their own medicine, and make them pay. But it seemed fate wasn’t on my side. Still, if this was hell, why did it feel like I could really die here? Why was my brain urging me to swim? “Miss Selene!” The voice was muffled. “Miss Selene!” What was going on? Was this really hell? I jerked my eyes open. Someone was calling my name from the shore. I looked around, my body sluggish, and froze. I wasn’t in some endless void. I was in a river. My breath caught in my throat as I came to a realization. I knew this scene. Eight years ago, Sienna had fallen into the water with me. We were both drowning. My heart pounded as I turned, and there she was, Sienna was thrashing in the water. “Help!” she mouthed. The surface rippled, then, someone jumped in. My older brother, Cross. He brushed me aside, his strong arms reaching for Sienna, carrying her back up, and ignoring me. I blinked. It was exactly the same. Eight years ago, I nearly died here. And if I remembered correctly, a few moments after Sienna was safe, another splash echoed. My second brother, Kane, jumped in after me. He couldn’t let me die, not when they still had use for me. He would pull me out only after ensuring Sienna was safe. After a while, someone finally drove into the water. Kane. A smile curled my lips. I had actually come back! And this time, I remembered everything. Kane swam toward me, frowning, but when he tried to carry me, I pushed him away. Forcing strength into my limbs, I swam up on my own. I saw the shock on his face, but I ignored him. This time, I would not be the helpless girl waiting for scraps of affection. This time, I would not let anyone use me. I was no longer the same Selene. I would make the world bow before me. 5| Let’s see how long she can keep it up Selene The moment my head rose above the surface, air hit my lungs. I gasped, pulling it in greedily, trembling as the cold bit into my skin. My wet hair clung to my face, strands sticking to my lips, but none of it mattered. I was alive. Oh gods, I was alive. I was not only alive, but I remembered. I remembered every scream, every life, every betrayal, every time I’d died. Even the moment I drove my own knife into my chest because of my mate and my sister. All of it flashed through my mind, but instead of breaking me, it made me smile. A wild smile stretched across my face as I ran a trembling hand over my wet hair, pushing it back. My chest hurt from breathing, but I laughed like a madwoman. I finally had a chance. “Oh my god! Miss Selene!” The voice cut through my laughter. My heart dropped at the familiar sound. Impossible. I turned to the shore, and there they were, faces I hadn’t seen in years. The servants, my brothers, Sienna. Kane was already crouched beside her, Cross holding her as she coughed while they fussed over her, but none of it mattered. All I could see was the woman staring at me. Evelyn. My personal maid. Her face was exactly as I remembered. She was crying harder now, her hands trembling as she called to me. “Miss Selene, what are you still doing in the water? Come out before you get sick. Please, come out!” I stared at her, my lips parting. “Evelyn…” I whispered. Her name felt strange in my mouth after all these years. For a moment, I couldn’t move. “Miss Selene, please come here.” I snapped out of it before finally swimming toward the shore. The water was heavy, but my limbs moved. I pulled myself out, drenched and shivering. Evelyn rushed to me immediately, wrapping a thick blanket around my shoulders. Her arms came around me in a desperate hug. “Thank god you’re okay,” she breathed, voice trembling. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay, Miss?” Her warmth made me smile. I wanted to hug her back. But before I could, she pulled away abruptly, her eyes lowering to the ground. “I–I apologize for hugging you,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to touch a Moonborn.” She looked terrified, as if I might strike her. My heart dropped when Evelyn stepped away from me. The blanket she had wrapped around me suddenly felt cold, as if her warmth had been snatched back with her retreat. I couldn’t even blame her. How could I? This was my fault. In my past lives, I had never cherished the ones who truly cared. My sweet, loyal Evelyn, I pushed her aside, ignored her kindness, and clung to snakes like Sienna, mistaking that for love. And yet, despite everything I did, despite all the times I wounded her with my selfishness, Evelyn never abandoned me. She stayed, and loved me. And in every lifetime, she died for me. Now, I remembered everything. I knew who my real enemies were. I swore I would never make the same mistake again. Evelyn deserved better. And I would make sure she got it. “Moonborn?” A voice sneered from behind me, shattering the moment. “What is this bitch saying? How is a curse a Moonborn? Miss Sienna is the true Moonborn. She is the true descendant of the priestess.” I slowly turned. The servants stood there, smug, their lips curled in disdain. They didn’t even bother to hide it. “Look at her, staring at us. Every time I see that cursed hair, I feel sick. She should have drowned.” I blinked. What was going on? How could I hear what they were saying when their mouths weren’t even moving? My eyes darted between them, my heart hammering. This wasn’t mindlink. Only the Alpha and Luna had the right to grant that bond. These were just servants. Then how— “Huh, why is she looking at me like she can hear what I’m thinking?” one woman muttered, smirking. “Imagine if she could read minds. Hah… that would be dangerous for everyone.” I gasped before I could stop myself. “Is that it? Can I really read people’s minds?” The maid’s face drained of color. She stumbled back, stammering, “H-how—?” “You!” Her panic was cut short by Kane’s voice. The servants instantly lowered their heads as he strode forward, but his gaze never left me. His eyes blazed with fury, and I found myself straightening instinctively under the weight of it. Before I could speak, his hand lashed out. The crack echoed through the courtyard. My head snapped to the side, cheek burning hot. Kane’s fist clenched in the fabric of my drenched dress, dragging me closer until his breath was hot against my face. His growl vibrated in my bones. “How dare you harm Sienna?!” The slap burned. He struck me with everything he had, never mind that I was young and dripping wet. In my past life, he had done the same. My face had swollen so badly I spent a week in the hospital before it healed. He wanted to break me, but I didn’t cry or even flinch. Pain had been my tutor across lifetimes. Compared to what I’d endured, this was nothing more than a bruise I could swallow. I turned my head slowly and met his gaze as if nothing had happened. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my voice low. Kane’s face went blank for a moment. He looked surprised at how calm I was. ‘What is this? Why is she so calm?’ he thought, his lips unmoving. When my silence continued, he exploded. “What am I even doing? What are you, stupid? Are you blind? Can’t you see what you did to Sienna? You’re not even scared or ashamed. Why would you push her in the river? Are you jealous that she’s better than you? If anything happens to my sister, I will fucking kill you.” He ranted while I watched with indifference. My eyes dropped to Sienna, who was still unconscious as Cross tried to wake her. ‘Ha. She deserved that slap. This will prove no one loves a cursed girl like her. I’ll stay unconscious long enough for big brother Kane to kill her. She should just die.’ Sienna’s thought echoed in my head. I almost laughed. A smirk tugged at my lips. My sweet sister, playing the victim while scheming in silence. Let’s see how long she can keep it up.
💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.
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💏Your rules, her bare body. Command the wildly forbidden show now! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Command her to touch her breasts live. $0.99 for the hottest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Be her Master tonight. Tell her what to take off and how to move! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏Watch her hands slide between her legs. $0.99 for her rawest show! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles. | 💏You are the Boss. Command her to show you her most sensitive spots! "The results are in. Your heart is a perfect match for Angelina's. You have half an hour to get to our Pack's hospital and undergo the transplant surgery." Hearing that cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line, my husband, Lucius Davak, my blood turned to ice. "Hello? Karissa, did you hear me?!" Lucius's voice rose, laced with the distinct pressure of an Alpha's authority. "Lucius," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I'm your Luna. Your mate." A bond forged under the gaze of the Moon Goddess. How could he demand I cut out my own heart for another werewolf, an Omega who had just shown up out of nowhere? Lucius's voice was hard as iron. "Angelina is the only sister of the warrior who gave his life to save me. I won't just sit by and let her die. Even without a heart, you won't die. My wolf will help keep you alive. In time, your heart will grow back. What you're losing is temporary health. What she's losing is her life. Karissa, don't be so selfish." Selfish? He dared call me selfish? The Alpha who once swore under the moonlight to protect me forever? Before I could respond, Lucius ended the call. My phone buzzed again—it was a transfer notification. Lucius had just sent me a million alliance credits. The note read: Surgery in 30 minutes. Don't be late. Every time he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, he tried to shut me up with money. I, Karissa, am not the Omega he thought I was. I'm the only daughter of the Lycan King, my bloodline carrying the purest, most powerful Alpha strength. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Father... I made a mistake." "If you know it was a mistake, then come home. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter." I pushed open the door to Angelina's room. Lucius stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold. On the bed, Angelina lay pale. "Karissa, you finally came," she said weakly, her voice tinged with grievance. "I feel... awful..." I swept a glance across her, my lips curling into a sneer. "If it's so awful, why not just die already? Cut the act, Angelina. I don't have time for your performance." "You see, Karissa?" Lucius's voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!" "If you agree to the transplant," Lucius interrupted, eyes burning, "once this is over, I'll let you leave with half of Davak Pack's liquid assets. We'll be even." "Of course—but not with my heart." Their eyes widened. "I've already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Angelina's heart," I continued. "Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I've also invited Elder Rina—known for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise—to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor's lounge." Angelina suddenly erupted with a strength that didn't match her exterior. "No! I don't want the ritual! I don't want the heart transplant!" She shrieked, face pale, her entire body shaking. "I feel much better! I don't need the surgery anymore! Let me go!" "Oh? Angelina, you can stand and walk now?" My voice came from across the room, filled with open scorn. Lucius whipped around and fixed a sharp gaze on the Pack physician. "Tell the truth! What's really wrong with Angelina?!" The pregnancy test clatters onto the clinic floor. I watch it spin until the plus sign faces up. Doctor Hera's chair screeches against the linoleum. She jabs her pen at the report. "Does your mother know you're pregnant?" Her voice drips vinegar. "An omega's daughter. Of course." My oversized hoodie sticks to my back. Cold sweat glues the cotton to my shoulder blades. I curl my fingers into the sleeves until the seams pop. Two months ago I was eighteen. Calum brought the cake. Blade brought the wine. Lucien brought hands that roamed before I could say no. Calum's mouth crushed mine until my lips split. I tasted copper. Lucien shoved my jeans down past my knees. The zipper scraped my thigh raw. Blade flipped me over. The headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust. "Stay with us," they grunted into my neck. At dawn my bed was empty. My messages bounced back with red exclamation marks. Now the doctor's email whooshes out. Subject line: REPORT FILED. I sprint to Alpha Marvin's mansion. My lungs burn. My bare legs prickle with cold. Calum sees me first. He grabs my elbow and drags me to the backyard. His fingers leave purple bruises. "I'm pregnant," I whisper. His fist hits the wall. The brick chips. "You're a liar." Blade strides out. His boots crunch gravel. "It's not mine. Lucien was pumping nonstop that night." Lucien shoves through the glass door. The frame rattles.