Weed Among Wolves

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: DEAR READERS, BEFORE STARTING THIS BOOK, NOTE THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE. EXPECT WHAT IS EXPECTED IN AN AVERAGE DARK ROMANCE BOOK: TRIGGERING SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, AND STRONG EXPLICIT CONTENT…READERS DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. ENJOY YOUR READ IF YOU STILL WISH TO CONTINUE.

Prologue.

"Uh, stop… ahh, no more…" The she-wolf's plea fell on deaf ears as I switched our position, bending her over, taking her from behind. I didn't mean to fuck her bloody, but still, I wasn’t satisfied. It was another full moon without seeing my mate, and the beast in me would fuck any damn feminine thing.

“You would kill her. Get the fuck out of there; we have something more important to do than that shit," Damien warned from outside the door, but I wasn’t listening.

A loud feral growl reverberated through the room, my wolf threatening to hit the surface as my nails dug into her hips. She was running out of breath, a low whimper leaving her lips. Fresh blood from her flesh stuck to my nails. “Ronan, hold that shit now.” Damien's voice grated on my nerves, earning another beastly growl from me.

“Shut the fuck up," I growled, my voice low, husky, and guttural. I suddenly felt frustrated when I couldn’t cum, and I was still as hard as a rock. “Damn the moon," I muttered, a bitter laugh erupting from my throat as I pulled away from her. She fell like a rag doll onto the bed, which was wobbling already, the headboard completely ruined.

“You did great." I grabbed her by the neck, pecking her cheeks lightly before throwing one of my shirts at her. She was great because she was still breathing fine.

“I would come in," Damien said, anger laced in his voice as he burst through the door. He stared at me as I wore my denim pants. “You need to learn to stop going crazy when there is a full moon.”

“I learned to stop keeping my wolf at bay when the moon goddess decided to deny me a mate.” I gave him one last glance before I pushed past him. “Do you still think I should pay a surprise visit to Father’s wedding?" I paused, smirking. “Wouldn’t it end up being bad luck for the groom and his bride… an unexpected guest coming to a wedding signifies what again?”

“That should be his twentieth wife and part of the hundreds he’s gotten intimate with. That ain’t any bad luck,” Damien said behind me.

A side smile almost reached my ears as I felt the scar on my face pulls. “I should give them something to talk about.”

A CAT AND A KITTEN.

Arkansas, USA.

“You won’t disgrace me, do you hear me? You’ll do whatever he asks you to do because you are his, his property… he bought you, get it?” My father’s harsh voice echoed as he gripped my cheek tightly, forcing me to look at him.

I stared back, dead in the eyes, feeling the ache of his nails digging slightly into my cheek. I was done wondering, done hoping, done wishing. Nothing was going to be better. I had just turned eighteen two days ago, and I couldn’t live the life of a human or even that of a normal she-wolf, entitled to find her mate at this age.

The most ridiculous part was that I didn’t even know what side I fell on. I had no wolf, yet I was born to beta wolves who wouldn’t let me feel the love of being their daughter. I was considered the weakest of the weak in the pack and was sent to live with humans when my father thought the bullying was enough. But it wasn’t pity that made him do it—it was disgust and hatred.

My mother, on the other hand, was just a pawn to my father, devoid of any emotions. She never dared to talk back at him, even when he was wrong. She hated what he hated, which was clearly me, and loved what he loved, which was my sister, who gave them more hope.

They had been preparing me for this day, even going so far as to teach me how to use a dildo at the age of sixteen, becoming even more flexible, mostly around the waist side… just to satisfy the Alpha they sold me to. Alpha of our pack—no, it wasn't mine—Alpha of my family's pack, that old man who doesn't consider himself old yet because of his young physique, Alpha Jaxon Dravon of the Nightshade pack.

“I need words when I talk to you, Elysia,” Father tried to keep his anger at bay. He wouldn't want to hurt the property of his alpha now, no, he wouldn't want her to look more rotten in his eyes.

"Yes, Father.” He released me as he used the exit, and Mother came in, not giving me a glance as she began helping with the train of my gown. Not even a fake compliment from her. A glare or look of distaste, just like Father, would have been better to know her true emotions towards me. "You should be glad someone is willing to marry you and the alpha at that.”

Was I considered just trash? My eyes were dried of tears, and I could remember that fifteen-year-old girl who would have cried a pool around her if she were in a similar situation. “What do I mean to you, Mother?" The question I had been wanting to ask her for years of being her daughter. Even though I meant nothing to Father, a mother wouldn't hold such distaste towards her own daughter.

What she said next knocked the breath out of me. “Just like you mean nothing to the pack, your presence just being like a weed, the sight of you all too irritating… You mean nothing as well to me. I regretted the day I hadn’t just given you out to the alpha to have you for dinner at birth, but we are still doing the same… you are still his, but a property now...at least you are being useful for the first time.” She thought that would hurt me? And yes, it did, but I covered it up with a smile, seeing a slight look of confusion cross her face.

He sat on the throne, his smile curling like a vine on his face as he played with a glass of wine in his hand. His face packed with hair as he watched me walk down the aisle.

I heard slight murmuring coming from his pack members who had sat just to watch the worthless me venture into the room. I needed to. To the humans who knew wolves existed, the wolves were considered beasts, but to the real beasts, I was the beast.

A gasp left everyone's lips and mine, my eyes widening as a black cat dropped dead from above right in front of me, halting my steps. Something liquid trickled onto my face until it reached my nose before I noticed how red and thick it was—blood.

“I have always known she was nothing but bad luck. Why does the alpha choose to take pity on her and marry her? She is meant to be thrown in the forest of the damned." I was not shaken by the words going on around me but by the blood that still stayed glued to my face. I hated blood. I trembled slightly, looking down at the floor.

“Walk!" The alpha's voice pulled me back out of my trance, and the tall man stood from his seat right on the altar. Two women, who I knew to be his other wives, began walking towards me to help me to their husband, who was going to be my husband too. 'What was the moon goddess looking at?’ ‘Why was she making me go through this suffering?’ Or have I been praying to the wrong god all this while? Because I am worthless and wolfless, witless and wordless, does it mean I should pray to one of those human gods to make me be heard?

As soon as I got to the altar, I stood right in front of the alpha, who had gotten back in his seat. The pack shaman came forward in a white ceremonial robe, holding an ancient staff. “Under the blessed gaze of the moon goddess.” His voice was loud enough to cover the murmurs going on earlier, which had died down immediately as the shaman began. “We gather here to bind Alpha Jaxon Dravon and Elysia Spencer, daughter of the beta of our pack.” I knew my father would have been writhing in disgust already.

The alpha suddenly stood back, towering over me as he closed the space between us, his presence making me feel small, and I didn’t dare to look into his eyes as he took my hand in his in a tight grip that could render my hand useless. His gaze created holes in my body. “By the authority of the pack and blessing from the moon goddess, I hereby bind you in this union.”

The shaman got closer, placing his hand on both of ours as he began chanting. “It's done." Fake cheers, which died down just as abruptly as they came, filled the room for a moment. "Father.” A masculine voice cut through the suffocating air in the room. My breath hitched with its depth, a foreign feeling striking from my upper body down to my core.

I was the last to turn to face the man who stood by the doorway, a cat with emerald eyes contrasting to his dark fur standing on the man in all black wear shoulders. My eyes met his to find him staring at me intently, his brow pulled closely almost touching each other, and it all came to me when his lips moved. “Mate.”