“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
Edward’s POVI slammed my fist onto the stone table, cracking it down the middle. The Rogue counselors flinched, their mutilated bodies hunching forward in the torchlight.“Incompetent fools!” I roared. “Hundreds of my creatures—destroyed! Months of planning—wasted!”The emergency meeting in the underground den had gone poorly from the start. Failure reports poured in from every territory. The defensive efforts of the wolf packs had decimated my mutated army faster than we could replace them.“Rogue King,” a counselor ventured timidly, his half-rotted face barely visible beneath his hood. “Perhaps we should reconsider our approach. The direct attacks aren’t working as expected.”I glared at him, enjoying how he shrank back into the shadows. “And what brilliant strategy would you propose instead?”The counselor’s mouth opened and closed several times. No sound emerged.“As I thought,” I sneered. “Useless.”I paced the length of the gloomy hall.. Twenty Rogue counselors sat at the long t
Penelope’s POVI watched Debbie rush onto the winners’ podium, her curls bouncing in the sunlight. Her face glowed with excitement as she waved frantically to everyone watching. The referee handed her a shining medal, which she immediately held up high above her head.Pride swelled in my chest, momentarily overwhelming my confusion about Dominic. She looked so happy, so triumphant. This was what mattered—her joy, her confidence. Not my complicated feelings about her father.“Look, Mom!” she called, bouncing on her toes. “It’s real gold! Or at least it looks like it!”I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She deserved this moment of glory after working so hard in practice.Debbie suddenly turned toward me, eyes wide and hopeful. “Mom!” she called, waving me over. “Mom, can we take Uncle Ice Cream out for dinner tonight? To celebrate? Please?”Her pleading expression caught me off guard. Before I could respond, she’d already bounced off to collect her medal certificate, leaving me standing
Penelope’s POV“I’ll get you both to the finish line,” Dominic promised, his voice low. “I’ll make sure you win, even if it costs me.”I snorted, adjusting my blindfold as we continued through the tunnel. “How noble of you.”“This way,” he murmured, guiding me around another bend. “Five more steps, then we’re out.”I counted silently, and sure enough, the air changed on my fifth step. Brightness filtered through my blindfold as we emerged from the tunnel.“We made it!” Debbie cheered.I yanked off the blindfold, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight.The final challenge stood before us now—a dense briar patch stretching thirty yards across. Thorns longer than my fingers jutted from every twisted branch. A few families already circled the perimeter, fathers searching for the safest path through.“Rules are simple,” the referee announced. “Cross the briars to reach the finish line. Parents must protect their cubs from injury.”Tommy’s father probed the edge of the patch with a sti
Penelope’s POVI rubbed my sweaty palms against my competition shorts as we approached the suspension obstacle. The referee stood ready, whistling between his lips, watching us take our positions at the starting line. Other families lined up alongside us.“Ready?” the referee asked.I felt Debbie jump at my side, her small hand squeezing mine. “We’re gonna win, right Mom?”I forced a smile. “We’ll try our best, sweetheart.”The referee blew his whistle, the shrill sound carrying across the entirety of the field. Families sprang into action all around us.“Both of you, hold onto me,” Dominic ordered, dropping to one knee. He gestured toward his neck and waist. “I’ll carry you across.”I froze, glaring at the direction of his scent through my blindfold like he’d grown a second head, but I could only see darkness. I heard the other fathers already hoisting their children onto their backs, but none attempted to carry both child and mother.“Mom, come on!” Debbie tugged at my arm impatientl
Penelope’s POV“Next up, solo agility course for five-to-six-year-olds!”Debbie bounced on her toes, already moving toward the starting line with the other cubs. The first events were individual showcases, allowing each pup to demonstrate their skills before the parent-child relays began.“Good luck, baby!” I called out, watching her scurry to her position.The moment she was out of earshot, I turned to Dominic. “Why were you at her training camp?”His jaw tightened. “What?”“Don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Debbie told me you visited her training camp. What were you doing there?”“I wasn’t—”“She said you played games with them. That you were watching her.” I stepped closer, keeping my voice low but intense. “Were you spying on my daughter?”Dominic’s expression shifted, resignation replacing his initial denial. “Fine. Yes, I went to the camp.”“Why?” I demanded.“You know exactly why,” he replied, eyes locked on mine. “I needed to know if she was mine.”My heart hammered against my ribs
Penelope’s POVI checked my phone for the twentieth time, anxiety agitating my stomach. Still no messages from Edward. No calls. No explanation for his absence.“Mom, when is Daddy Edward coming?” Debbie tugged at my shirt, her bottom lip quivering slightly.She wore her competition uniform—a miniature version of the traditional pack hunting gear, complete with the Iron Mountain insignia.“Soon, baby,” I lied, dialing his number again. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail, just like the previous attempts.Around us, the Rainbow Claw camp was on the go. Families gathered in the assembly area, parents helping their cubs stretch or practice last-minute techniques. Everyone had two parents present—everyone except us.“But the competition starts soon,” Debbie insisted, her green eyes filling with tears. “Tommy said we can’t play if we don’t have a dad. He said we’ll be disqualified."“Disqualified,” I corrected gently, smoothing her hair. “And Tommy doesn’t make the rules.”B
Penelope’s POVI stood at the edge of the training ground, my heart swelling with pride as Debbie shifted effortlessly between her human and wolf forms. Her small body glowed briefly during each transition before settling into her pup form—a beautiful silver-white wolf that shined brighter than any of the other young ones.“Remarkable coat she has,” my father noted, standing beside me. “Much brighter than normal for her age.”I nodded, unable to take my eyes off my daughter. The little wolf darted through the training course, leaping over low barriers and ducking through tunnels. Her speed impressed even the hardened trainers who nodded approvingly.“She’s a natural,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual though pride threatened to burst from my chest.My father tapped his wooden staff against the ground. “The Moon bloodline runs strong in her.”I tensed slightly. Comments about bloodlines always made me nervous, especially regarding Debbie.“The trainers say she has exceptional contr
Penelope’s POV“Stand still, sweetie.”I adjusted Debbie’s training uniform while she wriggled impatiently. “Is it time yet? Is it time?” she asked for the tenth time since breakfast, her voice bubbling with excitement.“Stop squirming,” I grunted, finally getting the second arm through. “I can’t dress you properly when you’re bouncing around like this.”“I can’t help it!” Debbie giggled. Her small feet pattered rapidly on the wooden floor of her bedroom. “Miss Lyra said I might get to try partial shifting today if I do really well!”I tugged the uniform into place, checking that the protective padding covered her vital areas. Today would be my first time watching her progress at the Rainbow Claw Training Camp. The instructors had sent glowing reports, but I needed to see it for myself.“Arms up,” I instructed, fastening the side buckles.Debbie instantly raised her hands, still bouncing on her toes. I smiled as she did. Something about her excitement warmed me to the core.I crouched
Kelsey’s POVLuna Sophia wanted a “proper” mate for her son—one with ancient bloodlines and important pack connections. Not me.I arranged flowers outside her quarters, forcing a smile whenever pack members walked past. The roses pricked my fingers, drawing blood that stained the white petals red.Word had spread quickly through the servants—the Alpha’s mother actively sought new Luna candidates from neighboring packs.After five years of waiting, of serving Dominic loyally while he mourned his runaway mate, I still didn’t measure up in Sophia’s eyes. Yesterday she dismissed me mid-sentence when I brought her afternoon tea.She barely acknowledged me while studying charts of eligible females from nearby territories, so I needed to act immediately.Night fell over the pack house. Most wolves attended the emergency council meeting about the mutant attacks, leaving the corridors nearly empty as I moved silently through the halls. My bare feet made no sound against the floors.Near the cou