“Dominic, I beg you,” I gasped sharply as my mate Dominic thrust into me hard. Each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my body, but something was missing. Love. “Please—just one kiss—”
He rammed deeper, making me cry out. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my breasts. It felt so good, but the physical connection felt empty, devoid of any tenderness or passion. Just raw, angry mating we both enjoyed.
“A kiss?” he asked contemptuously. “You think you deserve that?”
I stared up at the ceiling, tears sliding down my temples. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he continued his relentless pace, making me pant.
“It was an accident,” I whispered brokenly. “He didn’t mean it. He proved it before he died—”
“Your adoptive father,” he spat venomously, “murdered Isabella in cold blood. His death changes nothing.”
His fingers dug into my flesh as he increased his pace. The burning between my legs intensified until I thought I would split apart. Stars burst behind my eyelids from the pain.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered harshly. “I want to see your shame while I claim what’s mine.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his cold gray stare. No trace of love or warmth resided there. Only disgust and rage stared back at me.
The mate bond had manifested when I turned eighteen. I’d been walking alone in the pack gardens, lost in my thoughts. Then Dominic rounded the corner. One breath of his scent was all it took—the ancient magic flared to life between us instantly.
But his heart belonged to Isabella already.
His childhood sweetheart. The woman my adoptive father allegedly murdered. Her death poisoned any chance of Dominic accepting me as his true mate.
His thrusts grew more erratic. A strangled groan escaped his throat as he finished. He pulled out immediately, leaving me cold and empty on the sweat-soaked sheets.
“Dominic,” I called weakly. Pain stabbed through my abdomen, sharper than usual. Something felt wrong.
He didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at me as he dressed efficiently and strode from the room. The door slammed with finality behind him.
I curled onto my side, shaking violently. Wetness trickled down my thighs. When I touched the sheets between my legs, my fingers came away red with blood.
The room spun sickeningly. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, nearly dropping it twice before managing to dial.
“Sarah?” My voice trembled. “I need you. Please hurry.”
The pack healer arrived within minutes, medical bag in hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood-stained sheets.
“Let me examine you, Luna.” she said worriedly, snapping on latex gloves.
The examination was gentle but thorough. Every touch made me wince. When she finished, Sarah sat carefully beside me.
“You’re pregnant,” she announced gravely.
“That’s impossible,” I argued frantically. “I’ve been taking the preventative herbs religiously—”
“Sometimes they fail,” she explained patiently. “And in your weakened state, your body can’t handle this kind of treatment. You need rest and care.”
Terror clawed at my throat. “You can’t tell Dominic,” I begged desperately. “Please, Sarah. He’ll—” The words stuck in my throat. We both knew what Dominic would do to ensure no pup of mine survived.
“Patient confidentiality,” she assured me firmly. “But you must take care of yourself. Both of you.”
She cleaned me up efficiently, changing the bloody sheets while I processed this news. The moment she left, I dragged myself to the shower on trembling legs.
I stood under the shower, turning the knob until the water burned. I scrubbed my skin raw, washing him off me. Still felt dirty. Still felt owned. My teeth chattered even as steam clouded around me.
I wrapped myself in a robe and tried to sleep. Impossible. My mind raced with every insult, every cruel word he’d ever thrown at me.
The clock struck midnight. I got up, my bare feet padding silently across cold marble floors.
A laugh stopped me—a woman’s voice, coming from Dominic’s study. Then his low growl in response.
I froze. Should’ve walked away. Should’ve protected what little dignity I had left.
Instead, I crept forward.
The study door wasn’t fully closed. I peered through the gap and my stomach dropped. Dominic was flirting
with Kelsey, Isabella’s sister, on his desk. Her dark curls spilled across his papers as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her lips.Those curls, so much like Isabella’s. Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.
“I hate seeing you with her,” Kelsey whispered ardently between kisses. “It tortures me.”
“She means nothing,” Dominic replied dismissively. “Just a duty. You’re who I want.”
My hand pressed instinctively against my still-flat stomach. The tiny life growing inside me deserved better than a father who would hate its very existence.
We both deserved more than this mockery of a bond.
I returned to our room, mind racing while I paced frantically.
The mate bond felt like a collar around my throat, choking my spirit. Pack law claimed it couldn’t be broken—that’s what they taught every wolf from birth. Unbreakable. Sacred. Forever.
But my grandmother once told me differently. Before she died, she whispered about rare wolves with ancient bloodlines who could reject the bond. “Only those with the purest blood can break what the Moon Goddess binds,” she’d said. I’d thought it was just a bedtime story.
Now I wondered.
The bond between Dominic and me felt different from what I’d heard described by other mated pairs. There was something unusual in how it formed, how it pulled at me. Like my blood was fighting it, even as my mind submitted.
If I could break it…if I could free myself…
But who was I? Just an orphan. Nobody special.
I pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling the tiny flutter inside. I needed to try. For both of us. Even if I failed, I had to fight for our freedom.
My knees hit the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, I pressed my palms together.
“Mother Moon—” The prayer died on my lips as footsteps approached.
“Still praying?” Dominic’s mocking voice interrupted. “How predictable.”
I rose slowly to face him. For once, the sight of him didn’t make my heart race. A strange calm settled over me instead.
“We need to talk,” I stated firmly.
“About what?” he demanded contemptuously. “Your pathetic attempts at seduction? Or perhaps your habit of spying on private moments?”
“About ending this,” I replied steadily. “I want to break our mate bond.”
(Dominic)I left her room without looking back, though every step made my wolf snarl in protest. The taste of her lingered on my tongue, her scent clinging to my skin. My body was still excited from taking her—rough and raw, exactly as she deserved.“Alpha.” My Beta James blocked my path, papers clutched to his chest. “The council requests—”“Not now.”“But sir, the border disputes—”I grabbed his throat, slamming him against the wall. “What part of ‘not now’ escaped you?”“S-sorry Alpha.” He scrambled away the moment I released him.My study door splintered under my fist. Inside, I yanked the whiskey from its shelf, not bothering with a glass. The burn didn’t dull the memory of Penelope’s body molding perfectly to mine, her gasps of pain mixing with pleasure.“Drinking alone?”James leaned in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the broken door.“Unless you brought actual problems to solve.” I drained the bottle.“Multiple issues, actually.” He dropped a stack of papers on my desk. “The
(Penelope)Dominic stepped closer, his presence suffocating, “Take. It. Back.”Blood roared in my ears, making them ring. I saw black specks at the edges of my vision. Still, I forced the word out: “No.”The wolf blazed in his eyes, turning them molten gold. “You dare defy me? After everything I’ve given you?”Dominic’s chest heaved against mine, rage pouring off him in waves.“Let me go.” I met his furious gaze. “You’ll never see past my father’s sins.”“Your father murdered—”“It was an accident!” I yelled back despite his anger. Despite myself. “He proved it before they drove him to suicide!”His fingers dug deeper. “More lies.”“Like the lies you tell yourself?” I clawed at his grip. “That you’re keeping me out of duty? That this isn’t about punishing me for her death?”“You know nothing about Isabella—”“I know everything!” I could feel my eyes welling with tears now. “I know you loved her. I know losing her destroyed you. And I know you’ll never forgive me for a crime I didn’t c
(Penelope)The rogue’s teeth snapped an inch from my neck. I rolled left, but not fast enough—claws tore through my shoulder, hot blood soaking my shirt. My stomach clenched, protecting the tiny life inside.This wasn’t a normal wolf. Black fur matted with dirt and blood covered a frame that dwarfed any pack wolf I’d ever seen. Rabid red eyes fixed on me as it prowled closer, jaws dripping white foam.It lunged. Pure instinct saved me as I slashed upward with my silver blade. Metal dug into flesh. The rogue jerked back, blood streaming from its muzzle to mix with the foam.My triumph lasted seconds. The cut only made it angrier.I tried backing away, but my movements felt sluggish, clumsy. The pregnancy that should have been my joy now threatened to kill us both.Another lunge. This time its claws caught my thigh. Pain exploded as I hit the ground hard. Before I could move, massive paws pinned my chest. Rancid breath washed over me as yellow fangs descended—Something gray erupted fro
(Dominic)Pain ripped through my chest, sharp and hollow where the mate bond used to pulse. My wolf howled, clawing at the emptiness Penelope left behind. The severance burned like acid in my veins.“Alpha?” James knocked tentatively. “The council requests—”“Get out!”“But sir, the border patrols reported—”I hurled a glass at the door. It shattered, spraying whiskey and crystal. “I said get out!”Footsteps retreated quickly. Smart man.I paced my office, my steps sounding too loud in the silence. The bond’s absence felt wrong—like missing a limb. The mate bond was sacred, unbreakable. No mate should have the power to sever it.“Sir.” A guard appeared in the doorway, pale-faced. “Penelope said she will leave the pack.”His statement knocked me back.Leaving? My heart stopped beating for a moment.“What exactly did she say?”“That she refuses to stay imprisoned any longer.” He shifted nervously. “That nothing could make her remain here, that she’d find a way.”My claws extended, scori
(Penelope)Five years.Five years since I stopped being the trembling girl who begged for love from a man who only knew how to hate. That girl is gone.The woman standing here now? She’s a masterpiece of her own making.Training wasn’t just about breaking my body—it was about rebuilding it. My father didn’t coddle me. He threw me into the fire and watched me rise, stronger, sharper, untouchable. I learned to fight, to lead, to kill if I had to. My mother made sure I knew the power of a well-placed word, a perfectly timed smile. I can negotiate a trade deal in the morning and slit a throat by nightfall. I’ve mastered the art of being both the wolf and the woman.“Everything is prepared, Princess Penelope,” my guardian said, standing at attention. “The pack leaders await you inside the Great Hall.”“Perfect.”I smoothed my ceremonial cloak and stepped forward, my black heels pressing into the ancient soil. The dress hugged my curves—midnight blue silk embroidered with the Moon Pack sy
(Penelope)Dominic’s hand shot out to grab my arm. I twisted away decisively, making him stumble back.“Don’t touch me,” I said coldly.His nostrils flared. “You dare—”“Yes, I dare.” I straightened my spine. “I’m not your submissive little mate anymore.”The crowd around us shifted, wolves moving back to create space for the inevitable confrontation. I saw pack members watching intently, witnessing every moment.“This act won’t work,” Dominic spat. “Nathan Moon’s daughter? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?”“Believe what you want.” I adjusted my midnight blue ceremonial cloak . “The blood tests speak for themselves.”A photographer approached, camera raised. “Princess Moon! Would you join the council members for the binding ritual?”“Of course.” I moved toward the waiting group, leaving Dominic seething behind me.The camera flashed as I posed with various pack members. I made sure to smile extra brightly, knowing it would infuriate him further.“Such a natural,” one of t
(Penelope)My heart hammered in my chest, but I’d be damned if I let him see how his touch still sent a flicker of heat through me. Not anymore.“Penelope!”I didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back.“What, Dominic?” I tossed the words over my shoulder, my voice sharp and laced with sarcasm.“Did you finally figure out what it feels like to chase someone who doesn’t want you? Or is this just your sad attempt at a role reversal?”He caught up, his hand grabbing my elbow. I spun around, yanking my arm free. “Harass me again, and security will throw you out.”His face darkened, but before he could respond, a shrill voice cut through the conversation.“You bitch!”I whipped around to see Kelsey charging toward me, her face contorted with rage, dark curls bouncing wildly. Pack members scattered out of her path as she stormed across the ceremonial grounds.“How dare you seduce my mate and hit him!” Kelsey screamed, drawing every eye in the Great Hall. She raised her hand, ready to deliver a sla
(Penelope)I stood frozen on the terrace, my father’s words sinking in like teeth into flesh.“What do you mean Edward will be there tonight?” I asked, gripping the phone tighter.“Exactly what I said,” my father replied bluntly. “Alpha Benjamin’s son will attend the banquet. He’s eager to meet you.”“The arranged marriage partner you never bothered to tell me about?”“It’s been in motion for months, Penelope. Edward is a suitable match. Strong bloodline, excellent pack connections.”“And what about my opinion?” I snapped. “Five years free from Dominic, and you’re already trading me to another Alpha’s son?”“This isn’t a negotiation,” he said firmly. “The alliance with Benjamin’s pack secures our southern borders.”“Maybe focus on your pack conglomerate and your daughter rather than using me as a bargaining chip,” I argued hotly.“Everything has already been arranged properly,” he replied coldly. “Edward expects a dance tonight, at minimum.”“Father—”The call ended abruptly, leaving
Dominic’s POV“That’s none of your business,” Penelope snapped, her green eyes blazing.I moved closer, backing her against a stone column. “Then why does she call Edward ‘Daddy’?”“She doesn’t.” Her nostrils flared. “You’re delusional.”“I heard her.” My voice rose. “She saw him coming and yelled ‘Daddy’!”“You’re hearing things.”“Why lie? Too embarrassed to admit you’ve replaced me so completely? New mate, new daddy for your kid?”“Edward isn’t her father,” Penelope hissed. “But he’s been more of one than her real father ever was.”“And who is that? Some random wolf you fucked after leaving me?”Her palm cracked against my cheek. It rang out so loudly people turned to stare. “Don’t you dare.”I grabbed her wrist before she could strike again. “Hit a nerve?”“Let go of me,” she snarled.“Tell me who he is.”“Go to hell.”“Is it someone I know? One of your father’s pack?” I tightened my grip. “Or did you leave already pregnant?”She jerked away, rubbing her wrist. “My life after you i
Penelope’s POVI spotted them from across the courtyard. Dominic bent down, talking to Debbie.My heart slammed against my ribs. Time seemed to freeze as my worst nightmare came tue before my eyes. My daughter chatted animatedly with the one person who must never know she existed.“Debbie!” I yelled, running toward them. My ankle twisted on the uneven ground, but panic numbed the pain. “What the hell are you doing here?”Debbie jumped, startled by my tone. She clutched her stuffed wolf backpack tighter. “Mommy!”I grabbed her arm, harder than I meant to. A red mark bloomed on her skin. “You shouldn’t be here. Who brought you?”“Uncle Ryan,” she said, her lip quivering. “Don’t be mad. I wanted to surprise you.”I scanned the area frantically. No sign of Ryan. That traitor. I’d fire him the second I got home.“I saw a kitty cat,” Debbie continued, words tumbling out fast. “A really cute one. I went to pet it, and when I came back, Uncle Ryan was gone.”“And you just wandered off? After
Dominic’s POVI watched Penelope and Edward walk away arm in arm, rage boiling in my veins. The casual way she leaned into him, the deliberate show for my benefit—it cut deeper than any knife.“Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the nearest wall, relishing the pain that shot through my knuckles. Blood smeared the stone as I pulled back, breathing heavily.Five years. Five years I’d spent in this hollow existence, and now she paraded her new relationship in front of me like I meant nothing. As if our bond—broken or not—had never existed at all.I closed my eyes, fighting for control. My wolf thrashed against its cage, demanding I chase after them, challenge this Edward directly.“Hello, Mister?” a small voice interrupted my thoughts.I opened my eyes, looking down to find a little girl staring up at me. No more than five years old, she clutched a small backpack shaped like a wolf, her green eyes wide and anxious.“Mister, have you seen my mommy?” she asked timidly.I crouched down to her lev
Penelope’s POVI turned my back on Dominic, deliberately excluding him as I continued my discussion with the council members.“As I was saying,” I emphasized pointedly, “this creature had control over plants. It generated vines from the forest floor to restrain me.”Alpha Kenneth leaned forward, absorbing every detail. “And you believe this was a deliberate attack? Not random aggression?”“It seemed targeted,” I confirmed. “Too coincidental to find me right after my car crashed.”Dominic stepped into my line of sight. “Penelope, you can’t seriously believe Kelsey tried to kill you.”I stared through him as if he were invisible. Alpha Oliver gave me a sympathetic glance before addressing the council at large.“We should increase patrols near pack borders,” he suggested. “If these advanced mutations are occurring naturally, we need to contain them.”“And if they’re not natural?” I asked pointedly.Silence fell across the room as the implication sank in.Dominic moved closer, invading my
Penelope’s POVI froze at the sound of Edward’s voice. It came from directly behind me. I hadn’t heard him approach, but now he stood just feet away, his face tight with anxiety. His usually calm composure had slipped, revealing something darker underneath.“Why not?” I asked, hand still on the doorknob. “What’s behind this door?”.“Just a storage room,” he said, stepping forward quickly. He pushed the hidden door closed with a firm click and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing interesting in there—just business documents and financial records.”The swift change in his demeanor raised red flags. Whatever lay beyond that door was important enough to make him nervous.“Financial records kept behind a false bookshelf?” I asked skeptically.“Security precautions,” Edward replied smoothly. “The business attracts espionage. Can’t be too careful these days.”I nodded, pretending to accept his explanation, but my suspicion only deepened. His heartbeat had accelerated—I could he
Penelope’s POV“You know about the mutations?” I asked, surprised.“I’m just guessing,” Edward said, shrugging. “That werewolf had a very distinctive form, completely different from normal werewolves. The plant integration was unlike anything I’ve seen before.”I frowned, recalling the horrifying creature—part wolf, part plant. “It controlled plants somehow. Made vines grow to hold me down. No normal werewolf has that ability.”“Fascinating,” Edward murmured, then quickly added, “and terrifying, of course. I’ve been following news about the detention camp run by the Council. Some reports mentioned similar mutations, though nothing quite this advanced.”“The council needs to know about this immediately,” I said. “If there are more of these things out there…”“Agreed.” Edward nodded. “But first, you need to recover your strength.”He leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my neck. “Your scars are glowing. Did you notice?”I touched the marks again. “I noticed. They’ve been like this since I
Penelope’s POVSunlight stabbed through my eyelids, forcing me awake. Pain throbbed in my head, my neck, everywhere. I blinked against the brightness, trying to make sense of unfamiliar surroundings.Not my bedroom. Not a hospital.I lay in a large four-poster bed draped with rich burgundy curtains. The room had expensive furniture that was minimalist but clearly high-end. It looked expensive but soulless, like a hotel room nobody lived in.Panic shot through me as memories flooded back. The car crash. The brakes failed. That monstrous plant-wolf creature attacking me. And then, Edward appeared from nowhere.I sat up too quickly, making my head spin and my vision darken momentarily. My body protested every movement with sharp reminders of yesterday’s trauma. My hand went to my throat, finding tender spots where the creature had gripped me.I slid from the bed, wobbling slightly as I made my way to a nearby mirror. In the reflection, I caught sight of strange marks circling my neck—fain
Edward’s POVI stood in my laboratory, surrounded by equipment most wolves would never understand. Half-empty containers littered the counters. Many were crusted with dried residue. The room stank like a chemistry accident, like acidic fumes mixed with something rotten underneath.“Perfect,” I murmured, holding a serum up to the light. The viscous liquid shimmered green and blue, throbbing like it might jump from my hand. “Almost ready for mass production.”The body on the floor groaned softly. Not just anybody—Edward’s body. The real Edward, heir to Northern Crescent Pack.Or what remained of him.“Quiet now,” I scolded, kicking him without looking down. “The sedative should have kept you under longer. How disappointing.”I set the vial down and turned to my unwilling guest. The man’s face was a bloody mess—I’d removed most of his skin already, carefully preserving it for my own use. His muscles twitched beneath the exposed tissue, nerves firing randomly in his agony. He wouldn’t s
Penelope’s POVThe scent puzzled me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I gripped the steering wheel, started the engine, and pressed the accelerator. The car rolled forward, gradually leaving Dominic’s pack territory behind. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road.“Years of training have made me extra sensitive to scents,” I murmured to my wolf as I drove. “But why would Kelsey’s scent be in my car? When would she have had access?”A trace of unease crossed my mind. Kelsey had always been vindictive, but tampering with my car seemed extreme even for her. I quickly pushed the thought aside, reaching for the stereo knob. Music blasted through the speakers, temporarily drowning out my concerns.The road curved, descending a steep slope toward the valley that separated Darkwood territory from the main highways. I pressed my foot on the brake pedal to slow down before taking the turn.Nothing happened.I pressed harder. The pedal went straight to the floor wit