Fiona's POV
I'm the most unlucky person in the world.
That was all I could think about as I knelt on the ground cleaning the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. That was my stepmother's way of punishing me for waking up late even though I was sick.
“Make it sparkle! I want to see my face in those tiles when you're done” My stepsister mocked me as she passed by the guest bathroom. I ignored her as I'd grown accustomed to the insults and unfair treatment I received in my own house.
My back was sore and aching when I finally finished after hours of cleaning. My fever had gone up but of course, no one cared about that. I joined the rest of the family in the living room and sat down for lunch when my father snapped at me.
“What do you think you're doing?” His voice startled me.
“I-I want to eat…”
“Then go to the kitchen and wait for the leftovers. Don't be greedy” I still found it hard to believe just how terribly my own father treated me, especially since he married my stepmother.
“But I'm sick, father,” I said with a chest-rattling cough at the end.
My father rose to his feet. His face was a mix of anger and annoyance.
“Maybe this illness will finally rid us of your bad luck. It's the least you deserve after killing your mother. Now get out!”
I stood up weakly, hot tears making their way down my face. Maybe they were all right and I was unfortunate and unlucky. My mother had died when I was five because she'd gone out in a storm when I insisted on having a cake for my birthday. I was just a child but I'd carried that guilt with me my entire life. The constant reminder I got from everyone around me didn't help.
I waited in the kitchen and I barely got any food after they were done eating.
“Fiona, get a bag and go to the market. Here's a list of things you'll be getting and here's the money. Don't you dare lose it” my stepmother tossed a small piece of paper and a bundle of cash to me.
I could barely even walk, yet I was supposed to go to the market. I didn't bother protesting. Perhaps I'd go stand in front of a car so I could finally be released of my burden.
I somehow managed to reach the market on foot. It was just 15 minutes away from my house. I kept pushing away the nausea I felt due to all the smells and the hot sun. While I was busy selecting some fruit at the stall, I suddenly heard people screaming and I saw them rubbing away but I couldn't understand what was happening.
I saw a man running in my direction. He was going so fast I barely had time to react. He grabbed me as soon as he reached me and I screamed.
“Let go of me! Who are you?”
The man simply sneered as she shone his sharp canines at me. My blood immediately ran cold. He was a werewolf. For years I'd heard about they're growing population but I'd never actually encountered one since I was always in the house.
“Please don't hurt me”
“Shut up” He growled at me.
Just then, I saw another person approaching us. The man was tall and very clearly muscular. He had a calm expression on his face as he stalked towards me and the werewolf holding me hostage.
“Take a step back unless you want humans getting hurt” My kidnapper yelled. His voice was shaky, he was scared of this man.
“You're pathetic,” The man said as he continued to come closer. His aura was so strong and overpowering, I found myself transfixed by him.
The werewolf bared his fangs towards my neck, threatening to end my life but the man didn't seem to care.
“If you kill her, you'll have nothing standing between me and you, then you'll run but I'll catch you. Then I'll sever your head. I gave you rogues a chance to leave. This is your punishment for refusing”
I was still processing what he'd said when he dashed towards the other man. I heard a sickening crack and in the blink of an eye, his head was staring at me on the ground. That was enough to make me puke my guts out. I fell to the ground as I barged out what little I had in my tummy.
The man lowered himself to the ground and stared at me. His eyes were golden, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I knew he was a werewolf too. There were people gathered around us but I didn't notice them.
“Are you okay?” He asked me.
I nodded my head slightly but I only felt more dizzy. I knew I'd already spent too much time outside. If I didn't return soon, I would be the one getting beheaded by my stepmother.
“T-thank you” I managed to say and rose to my feet, picking up my bag of groceries with me.
“You don't seem well”
“I'm fine please,” I said before I bolted out of there without giving him a chance to speak
When I got back, My stepmother and Stepsister, Unice were seated in the living room and I just knew they'd been waiting for me.
“There she is mother” Unice pointed at me. She was almost five years younger than me but she had no respect whatsoever.
“I sent you to the market and you went to see a man?!” Stepmother thundered.
“I… what?” my head was spinning in all directions by then.
“I saw you in the market with that man who was holding you. You're so shameless”
“That's not what happened” I replied weakly but my stepmother had already risen to her feet. It was then I noticed the belt she had in her hand.
“No, please!” I begged and cried but she didn't listen as the belt continued to hit my skin. I didn't know how long it lasted before I finally passed out.
When I woke up, I was still on the floor in the exact same place I'd been when my stepmother decided to whip me. My body was sore and hot enough to boil water. I could barely move and I felt pain every time I moved to check the marks on my battered body.
“Oh, you're awake. Good, we'll be having a guest coming tonight” My father's voice brought me back to reality as he sat at the dining table holding a newspaper.
“You're of no use in this house and I have debts so I've decided to use you to pay back” He spoke so nonchalantly that it took me a few seconds to process what he was saying.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I sold you to the Alpha King”
Fiona’s POV“What?” I asked, clearly shocked before a sting of betrayal enveloped me.“He'll come for you soon so go make yourself look presentable” My father dismissed me like he hadn't just given me the biggest news of my life. How could he just sell me, like some property? What the heck is my life for then? Simply nothing. A thing to be discarded.My mind was spinning in all directions. I wanted to escape and run but in my current condition, I wouldn't get far before my father would drag me back into the house. “Go now!” His voice startled me and I forced my battered body to get up. I wore a baggy sweater over my clothes as my head continued to spin. I didn't know what to do and I didn't have enough time to think because there was soon a knock at our door. The blood drained from my face as I stood frozen in my room fearing my fate. My stepmother barged into my room with a mocking smile on her face. Then she grabbed me by my neck.“You're finally going to be out of our lives you l
Fiona’s POVI was in the back of the car for several hours until we reached a grand majestic building that closely resembled a castle. That was where Marcellus lived and it was miles away from home. I was fully in werewolf territory and a human. We met some guards along the way and they all bowed their heads in his presence. My eyes kept dancing around the place in awe of it all. “You must be tired but first, I'll introduce you to the others” Marcellus spoke before he continued walking. I rushed after him, struggling to keep up with his pace.What others was he talking about? As soon as we walked through the huge mahogany doors, I knew. There were about fifty other women all dressed in fine clothing. They definitely weren't maids unless he just happened to be so kind to his slaves. That was what I was going to be after all. The women were all so beautiful that I felt insignificant in their presence. “This is Fiona. I just got her and she'll be joining you ladies in court” His voi
Fiona’s POV The next few days I spent trying to adjust to my new surroundings but it was proving to be a lot more tasking than I'd expected. No one seemed to be interested in talking to me or relating with me. Whenever I passed, I'd see them whispering about me. I spent most of my time picking up books from the library to read Lena hadn't done anything yet but it already felt like I was in hell. Once I'd recovered completely I started to take walks around the estate and explore the mansion on my own since Lena had refused to show me around like Marcellus had asked.On one such day when I was walking around, I got lost and ended up in a wing of the mansion I hadn't been to before. I was trying to find my way back when I heard music coming from one of the rooms. I knocked on the door hoping whoever was inside would be able to give me directions back to my room but I didn't get a response. I twisted the door handle and the door opened revealing a room with similar details as mine exce
MARCELLUS’ POV.I could see her cheeks flush red; she bit subconsciously against her lower lip, averting her gaze from mine. I loved how innocent yet stubborn she was.“Come closer,” I ordered her, not for once taking my eyes off her. She swallowed a visible lump in her throat, taking slow steps towards me.“Closer.” I asserted, she took slow steps yet again; I was running low on my patience, and I yanked her by the arm, causing her to lurch forward, stumbling against my chest.“I'm so sorry, your highness… I didn't see… I didn't mean to” She apologized, her lips quivering from fear. An amused smile settled on my lips as I trailed my fingers along her cheeks and then her lips; slowly they moved towards her chin, raising her eyes to meet with mine.“Marcellus, call me Marcellus when it’s just us… And don't shy away from me; you have beautiful eyes, Fiona." She blushed even harder hearing my words; I was fighting the urge I had in me not to sink down my teeth into her skin and claim he
FIONA'S POV.A cold chill ran down my spine hearing those words; I couldn't go back home. I wouldn't, even if I had to go lower than being a sex slave. Of course, I didn't want to, that's not exactly what I want. But I’d take anything here than having to go back home.However, he already had lots of mistresses before me; what could I possibly have to offer? What could I do?I pulled it above my head, and then I did the same with my shorts, his eyes glued to my body, and yet in some way, I didn't feel irritated or offended.As a matter of fact, I wasn't repulsed by his kiss, and even now, seeing his handsome face gaze through my skin made me excited; I intended to revel in the pleasure it beckoned to me.“Go on now; we really don't have all day.” He spoke in a tone of urgency. I nodded, letting off at the hook of my bra, and I watched his gaze darken at the sight of my breasts. And I had done the same with my panties, revealing the brown, lush little strands of hair on my cunt.He ran
MARCELLUS’ POVI was saved by the mindlink,Trevor had mind-linked, asking me to meet him in his study. This had been the only reason why I didn't take her right there and then. Usually, I could have ignored Trevor and lusted after her, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to hurt the frail gentle lady who had magically captured my attention.Seeing her hips buck around my waist, hearing her moan, begging for more and slurring out my name, had caused me to let loose my sanity and self-control; the final straw was seeing her squirt, her wet juices spilling onto my fingers and down to my shirt, her face had flushed red as she took in heavy breaths while she tried to regain herself.It drove me nuts, and even when I had promised not to force her, not when she wasn't ready, but at the minute I did intend to let go of any promise I made to myself and her, I would have fucked her, senselessly and relentlessly. If Trevor had not mind-linked me.She would hate me. If I had foreseen
FIONA'S POVHe asked me to stay away; he warned me. He was curt in his words, but I couldn't. I tossed in bed for the umpteenth time tonight before standing on my feet. Staying curious wouldn't get me anywhere, uncertain if he would lash out at me or appreciate my bravery. I slid into my flip-flops, tightening the robe around my body.Hastily I bolted out the door, heading for what I remembered to be his room. He wouldn't appreciate it if he found me roaming around the halls like I had done that night, but I needed to know: Would I be returned to my parents?My cheeks flushed from embarrassment as I recalled how he had claimed I was not good enough, what was he expecting from a virgin? Perhaps if he decided to forgive me, I could do better. I'll plead with him to give me another chance.Finally, I got to his door, my heart wouldn't stop racing now. I could hear how fast it was beating through my eardrum. I rested my arm against the knob on the door, pushing it open slowly, biting ag
FIONA'S POV.“Is this even a good idea?” I asked, shivering, fear engulfed me as I watched him stare directly at me, his black shiny fur complimenting his huge body, those brown eyes of his still looking the same as it had done.“Raphael?” I asked again, my words slurred, and he nudged my body, acting like he understood my question.“This looks dangerous” I complained, he nudged me even harder, jerking his head onto my lap. He had excused himself barely a few moments ago after walking down the stairs with me claiming he had a surprise only for him to return as a wolf .“I'm not brave enough, I don't think I can do this.” I stammered, but he nudged me again, acting all fussy like a little kid throwing a tantrum. Seeing my hesitation, he shoved me , causing me to fall flat against his back. Without sparing a minute, he dashed into the woods.“Wait! Hold on! Let! Me. . . Down!” I screamed, balancing myself against his back, holding tightly around his fur, worried I'll be hit in the fac
MARCELLUS’ POV.The world around me was chaotic. I held Fiona in my arms, her body limp and lifeless. Blood soaked my hands, her shirt, and the floor. My mind screamed at me to do something, to fix this, but for the first time in my life, I felt utterly powerless. “Get the car ready!” I barked at the couple, my voice trembling with urgency. The woman, pale and shaking, nodded and ran outside while her husband brought towels. “Press this against the wound!” he shouted, handing me a bundle of fabric. I did as he said, applying pressure to her side. Fiona’s blood seeped through the towel almost instantly. My chest tightened as I looked at her face. She was so pale, her breathing shallow. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Fiona. Don’t you dare.” The minutes felt like hours, but finally, the car screeched to a stop outside the house. I carried her out, cradling her as if she might shatter, and laid her gently in the back seat. “Drive!”
FIONA'S POV.The sun poured through the window, bathing the room in golden light. I stretched my arms above my head and smiled to myself. The past few days had been peaceful, almost like a dream. The couple who had taken me in were kind, their warm smiles and gentle voices making me feel safe. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. I busied myself organizing the small space they’d given me. The bed was neatly made, and my clothes were folded into the old wooden dresser by the corner. I glanced around the room, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Everything looked perfect. On the bedside table, a vase held a single sunflower. I had picked it from the garden that morning, and its bright yellow petals seemed to brighten the entire room. I hummed a tune as I moved about, wiping down surfaces and arranging the few belongings I had. My heart felt light, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so content. As I placed a book on the small shelf by the window, a sudden n
MARCELLUS’ POV.The early morning sun barely lit up the study when I slammed the report onto my desk. My head was pounding, my patience stretched thin. Days of searching and still no sign of Fiona. It was unacceptable. Made me feel more miserable.I barely slept a wink, it had begun taking its toll on me, I felt miserable, I was the alpha and yet I couldn't even find my mate, just one thing that finally belonged to me, one person with whom I shared my soul with was never to be foundMy incompetence mocked me, Raphael had searched around the mountains, and the woods, and extended his armies yet nothing had been found, and now it was draining me,I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of the scattered leads my men had brought in. Each report felt like a dead end, a cruel reminder that she was slipping further out of my grasp. The thought of her out there alone, unprotected, drove me mad. A knock on the door broke my thoughts. “Enter,” I barked, my tone harsher than I intended. T
MARCELLUS POV. The warm sunlight brushed against my face, nudging me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I felt disoriented. The soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me, the faint smell of lavender in the air—it was nothing like the cold, suffocating walls of the pack house I had known. Slowly, the events of the past day pieced themselves together in my mind. I had run away. I had been found. I sat up, the cozy quilt slipping off my shoulders. The room around me was simple but inviting, with wooden furniture and a vase of fresh flowers by the window. It felt strange to wake up in a place that didn’t carry the weight of judgment or whispers behind closed doors. A part of me wanted to sink back into the bed and never leave. Voices from downstairs caught my attention, and I climbed out of bed, stretching my stiff limbs. My borrowed dress hung neatly over the chair, a soft blue fabric that smelled like detergent and warmth. As I slipped it on, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker
MARCELLUS’ POV The search continued, not seeming to end soon. Every passing hour without a single lead on Fiona's whereabouts chipped away at my mental stability. Reports came in regularly—territories checked, patrols doubled—but they all said the same thing: no trace of her. My frustration was increasing, not at the effort of my men, but at myself. I had failed her. Sitting in my study, the air felt heavy with the weight of my decisions. I stared at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over Raphael’s contact. I had already called him earlier, several times, but there had been no answer. I couldn’t wait any longer. Swallowing my pride, I dialed his number again, pacing the length of the room as it rang. One ring. Two. Five. Still nothing. My hand clenched around the phone, and I nearly hurled it across the room. But then I stopped myself, letting out a frustrated sigh. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. Not when Fiona was still out there, alone and possibly in danger.
MARCELLUS’ POV The study was dim, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the fire. Shadows danced on the walls as I stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of me. Documents about rogue sightings, territorial disputes, and pack finances lay scattered across the desk. They demanded my attention, yet my mind refused to focus. I leaned back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down on me like an iron chain. Every decision felt heavier these days, and no matter how hard I worked, the burdens only seemed to grow. And then there was Fiona. Her face, her voice, her very existence haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. But I had no right to think of her, no right to care—not after what I’d done to her. The sharp rap of knuckles against the door startled me from my thoughts. I frowned, irritation rising. “Who is it?” I barked. Before I could receive an answer, the door burst open, and Darla stormed in. Her urgency wa
DARLA’S POV. The journey back to the pack house was filled with mixed emotions. Leaving my parents behind was never easy, especially when my mother was still recovering. But I’d done everything I could for her, ensuring she had the medicine and care she needed before I left. As I approached the pack grounds, the familiar sights and sounds of home greeted me. The towering trees, the scattered houses, the faint rustle of the wind—it was all comforting yet tinged with a sense of unease. Something felt off, though I couldn’t quite place what. After handing my bags to a nearby omega to take to my quarters, I made my way inside the pack house. The grand halls were quiet, the air thick with tension. It wasn’t unusual, given the recent events—the Luna ceremony, Raphael’s departure, and the ever-present whispers of unrest. I headed straight for my room, hoping to freshen up and settle in before checking on Fiona. The thought of her brought a small smile to my face. Fiona had always been
FIONA'S POV.The city lights blurred in the distance as I trudged down the road, my legs feeling like they would give out any moment. The cold bit at my skin through my thin sweater, and my stomach growled angrily, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since the night before. I kept moving, though every step felt heavier than the last. The sound of passing cars in the distance grew faint as I stumbled further into what seemed like a quiet neighborhood. The towering buildings gave way to smaller homes, their windows glowing warmly against the night. But I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere. A sharp pain shot through my foot, and I winced, realizing I’d stepped on a jagged rock. I leaned against a nearby tree, my vision blurring as exhaustion finally caught up to me. The last thing I remembered was the world tilting and the ground rushing up to meet me. --- When I opened my eyes, I was no longer outside. Instead, I found myself in a small, cozy room. The walls were pain
FIONA’S POV I woke up to the sound of Maya’s hesitant knock on my door. My body felt heavy, as if I’d been carrying a weight too big for me to bear. The moment I opened my eyes, the room felt colder and emptier. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what.“Come in,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from last night’s tears.Maya stepped in, her eyes darting nervously. She was wringing her hands, and the look on her face sent a chill down my spine.“Miss Fiona,” she started, her voice trembling, “I… I thought you should know. Raphael… he’s gone. He left early this morning. I overheard the guards talking. He’s not coming back to the pack.”Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach. My heart sank, and my vision blurred with tears I hadn’t realized were forming. “He’s gone?” I whispered, my voice shaking.Maya nodded, her expression full of pity. “Yes, miss. He left for his own pack. He didn’t tell anyone goodbye.”I sat there, frozen, as the reality of her words sank in. Raphael had left w