“I'm the lycan of the American wolves. All packs on both continents are under my protection, and yet you wish for me to let you have your way with one of my most productive. Even provide assistance when necessary. Don't you think you ask for too much?” “I do. That's why I'm pleading for your mercy and kindness.” “I possess none of both qualities, but I do enjoy a good deal. I'll let you do as you want... if you become my sex slave. Your body will be mine, and I'll have you whenever, wherever, and however I please.” “Until my family is dethroned.” Belinda is what people call unfortunate. She is the result of an extramarital affair of the Luna of the Chicago Pack with a human, dooming her to be born an omega. At the age of 15, she loses her twin brother to a mysterious illness, and at 25, she has yet to awaken her wolf. On the morning of her wedding, her mate, the Beta of the pack, rejects her to be with her step-sister. Hours later, she is thrown into a river by her family and left to drown. It should have been the end of Belinda Knight, and it would have been, had her powers not awakened in her last moments of life. Belinda is transported back in time to exactly a year before her death. She has a chance to exact revenge on those who have wronged her, and she plans on taking that chance, but the Chicago Pack is powerful. Only one can rival them, the king of werewolves himself, the Lycan. But his support comes with a price.. she must give herself to him.
View MorePaul was feeling nervous, and that was something new. Ever since losing everything nearly two weeks ago, his confidence had been practically nonexistent. And now, a meeting with a bunch of old magicians was making him anxious. Ridiculous! He was standing in an empty hallway in front of wooden double doors, waiting for the people inside to decide it was time to let him in. When he was alpha, no one would have dared keep him waiting, but there was nothing he could do about it now. It pained him to admit it, but he needed their damn help. At last, the door opened and a woman in a plain black suit stepped out. "The High Council will see you now." She nodded curtly at him. The door was widened more, making space for him to enter. Paul was ushered into a very dimly lit room, dominated by a crescent-shaped table and chairs arranged around it. There were 11 in total, and a man or woman sat in those seats, all who turned to him once he walked in. Their gazes were eerie and unsettling, but h
Just as the phone call from one of Draven's men had specified, a woman who wished to see the Lycan's Luna, waited at the base floor. Usually, this kind of visitors were turned away—random people who thought they could reach the higher-ups just by asking. However, this particular woman had been damn persuasive, even going as far as to say that she possessed exclusive info that could determine the fate of the world. So, they'd let the Luna decide whether she wanted to see this wacko herself or not. Belinda spotted Lila the instant she stepped into the restaurant, and so did the latter, who couldn't stop waving. Her features icing over, Belinda walked over to the table, making sure to keep her pace slow. Lila waited patiently, the widest smile on her face as she watched the other woman approach. "Phew!" She blew out a dramatic breath as Belinda took the seat opposite her, wiping off imaginary sweat from her forehead. "I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you. Do you know how
Two days later, Belinda stood at the door of Lexie's apartment. As the latter had told her to just enter on arriving, she bunched the entry code on the keypad and went in. She caught Lexie bent over a table in the kitchen, sticking two candles in the shape of “2” and “5” into a cake covered by pink icing and colorful sprinkles. On noticing the presence behind her, Lexie turned. Her lips spreading into a broad smile, she carried the cake and presented it to her friend. "I know you aren't a huge fan of cakes, but I thought you should have one this year. Happy 25th birthday, bestie." Despite its small scale, the gesture warmed Belinda's heart. It was true that she wasn't particularly fond of birthday cakes, or cakes in general. As children, no one had ever bothered to mark her and Baron's birth. After he'd died, it had simply felt wrong to celebrate a day they had once shared. She no longer felt that way. Now, she understood that loss did not mean she couldn't accept happiness. "
The next morning, Belinda waited till the twins were done eating before approaching them. Nearly a day later, they were still the center of attraction at Mrs. Sutar's Home. The other children marveled at the fairy-like pair with the pale eyes, and the dark hair that contrasted drastically with their light skin. Lin Lin basked in the glory, completely comfortable with being in the spotlight. Baron on the other hand—the poor boy—looked like he didn't know what to do with all that attention. Lin Lin was the first to notice Belinda standing at a corner of the dining room, and she skipped over, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Belinda!" She greeted as her brother joined at her side. Their joy was contagious, and Belinda couldn't help smiling back. "Good morning to you too. How was breakfast?" "It was delicious." Baron nodded his approval. Lin Lin had more enthusiastic opinions about their meal that morning. "Peanut butter sandwich has never tasted better!" She s
"Miss Belinda!" Belinda wondered what the kid was doing here at this time of the night, while his mates were indoors sound asleep. Dressed in plain pajamas, he looked like a raccoon who'd been caught going through the dumpster by a hound dog... Scared and utterly guilty. Once she'd gotten over her surprise at seeing him, her features squeezed into a stern scowl. "Why aren't you indoors?" Baron winced at her harsh tone. "Uh... Um..." He hesitated to reply, searching for words to put together an excuse. All the while, his eyes sneakily darted from place to place, as though he was looking for something but didn't want anyone to know. However, Belinda understood immediately. A groan escaping her, she twirled around and yelled to no one and nowhere in particular. "Come out, Belinda. I know you're there." The juvenile delinquent heard the call, and shyly slipped out from behind a bush, looking even more guilty than her brother. She appeared to be lacking her usual confidence to
That night, Belinda tossed and turned in her bed. Despite the open window and cool breeze blowing in, she was sweating, the nightdress she'd borrowed from Shoba clinging to her form. An unconscious frown twisted her features, her lips trembling as her teeth chattered. In her sleep, her mind was even more turbulent. The vision from that afternoon replayed in her dream, even more vivid now. She finally understood that the death she'd seen had been a devastating war, and that the blood was that of the various lives that it had taken. Chaos signified the destruction that was left behind. The dirty streets were littered with corpses left to rut. Those still alive fled on foot, leaving behind their lives and loved ones. The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together.
With each child at her side, Belinda stared up at what was supposed to be the Peach Valley Orphanage but wasn't. In place of the warm pink building she was familiar with was a gloomy brick house. Rather than a lush lawn and pretty flowers leading up to the house, the front yard was a boring graveled floor. The sign at the gate had it changed too. Mrs. Sutar's Home For Orphans, a name that definitely couldn't be mistaken for Ellie Compton. Masking her unease, Belinda smiled down at her left, then her right. The children in turn gazed up wide-eyed at her. "Let's head in, shall we?" She said cheerily. Despite having nothing in common with the orphanage she remembered, this Mrs. Sutar's home was still an orphanage. She would check it out, at least. If she wasn't satisfied with what she saw, or found it the least bit suspicious, she would take the twins away. Belinda offered both of the children, and they each took one. Together, they walked through the front gates of the building, down
Belinda watched as the children gobbled down their meal, like lions on a carcass. She'd intended to take them to a standard restaurant, because Lord knew they deserved that much. However, she'd discovered that her credit card didn't work here. In this time, Belinda Knight was only a child and didn't own a bank account. Therefore, she'd been forced to use the cash she had on her to get them something at the nearest McDonalds. Despite the downgrade, the children seemed delighted nonetheless. Everything else seemed to fade for them, their entire beings invested in the cheeseburgers, chicken wings, and french fries in front of them. They really did look starving. Belinda remember how rarely she'd eaten out as a child. The food at home hadn't been spectacular either—at least for her and her twin. Again, anger simmered within Belinda. How much they'd endured then. But what age was her age now? At what point of her suffering had this been? "How old are the both of you?" She dropped the
At her twin brother's scolding, Lin Lin scrambled to stand on the leaf pile she'd been lying in. Several orange leaves stuck out adorably from her bird nest of a hair, making her appear like a piece of nature. For a second, it seemed like she would heed her brother's advice. Then she plopped right back down, creating her biggest splash yet. "We swept it up. We can sweep it up again." She giggled girlishly. She must have mistaken autumn for winter, because she was making snow angels. Her jolly mood didn't quite rub off on Baron, who scowled even deeper. "We have other chores!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "We can't keep doing one thing over and over again." Lifting to her hands and knees, Lin Lin wrinkled her nose, the action clearly displaying her disgust. "Pish posh. Mrs Brown can do her own chores herself." And as though she'd summoned the devil. The overweight redhead marched into the garden like an army commander ready to shoot enemy soldiers. Strands of her curly
Belinda was dying. She could feel her lungs giving way, the air in them finally exhausted. Her nerves had gone numb from the freezing temperature, and her hand ached from all that struggle to swim to the surface of the water. The cannonball at the end of the chain clamped around her ankle held her at the bottom of the river, however. She'd tried to free herself from the device, but she hadn't been strong enough. Nothing she ever did was enough. Giving up on holding her breath, Belinda let the water flow into her from every opening in her body. How had she gotten here? That was right, she'd had this coming for a while now. It would have eventually ended this way—her life was a tragedy bound to be closed in misery. Could she remember the last time she had been happy? She could, but it was so long ago. Most of her memories were either tainted with misery or anger. Had she ever done anything to deserve it? Nothing she knew of. As her body grew limp and stopped moving altogether, Belinda...
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