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.“Leave, now! I wish to be alone.” I ordered Trisha and Rosa, both exchanged curious looks but knew better than to say a word. I groaned from displeasure watching them leave while burying the edge of the cigarette into the ashtray, slowly reaching for the wine glass. I could feel an uneasiness within me.They were my mistresses too, tonight was scheduled for us to have sex, it was an outing that I put up with not thinking much about it, mostly because I was alpha. And it was my duty to bear an heir, just as it was my duty to retain them in bed and have sex,Partially I only kept up with it because it was my only means of blowing off my steam, I tend to work a lot and my mind needed to be cleared of certain things, gulping the wind glass I steered uncomfortably in bed, I haven't been able to get an erection tonight, no matter what they did, I couldn't, it was strange. And it irritated me the more I saw them try all sorts of things to no avail.I couldn't keep up with the
FIONA'S POV“We should go back now; I think we've had enough fun.“ I said, thugging at arms, he had a smile on his lips.“Are you certain? We have more than enough time.” He responded with a question, I shook my head, nodding positively; it had something to do with his confession. I had said nothing when he made those utterances, and stared down at the city, watching the busy night and sparkling lights.Yet my heart had trailed off to the words he spoke; he was indeed a cousin to Marcellus, which meant he probably knew who I was, and if he didn't, it changed nothing; I had seen the sincerity in him and He had a look in his eyes when he confessed, hinting that it wasn't a joke, and I couldn't probe further.“Fine. A minute.” He asked, dashing into and emerging as a wolf; a smile stretched on my lips as I climbed onto his back. He wasn't as fast as when we approached the cliffs. He was steady, and a bit careful, the wind brushing past my skin with ease as the sound of the chirping of b
FIONA'S POV“We should go back now; I think we've had enough fun.“ I said, thugging at arms, he had a smile on his lips.“Are you certain? We have more than enough time.” He responded with a question, I shook my head, nodding positively; it had something to do with his confession. I had said nothing when he made those utterances, and stared down at the city, watching the busy night and sparkling lights.Yet my heart had trailed off to the words he spoke; he was indeed a cousin to Marcellus, which meant he probably knew who I was, and if he didn't, it changed nothing; I had seen the sincerity in him and He had a look in his eyes when he confessed, hinting that it wasn't a joke, and I couldn't probe further.“Fine. A minute.” He asked, dashing into and emerging as a wolf; a smile stretched on my lips as I climbed onto his back. He wasn't as fast as when we approached the cliffs. He was steady, and a bit careful, the wind brushing past my skin with ease as the sound of the chirping of b
FIONA'S POV.“Why?” I whispered only to meet with his hardened gaze just as I had spoken, and I regretted my decision in a flash. Seeing him grin widely from ear to ear, he reached for a fancy belt, one I certainly had not placed there previously.And then, he had reached for a fabric, a scarf perhaps? I could tell just by how fast he had picked it up.“Get down, on all fours now, Fiona... Don't question me; I hate it.” He complained, something about his tone hinting at danger, yet a chill ran down my spine from excitement as I did just as he said, for a minute more, nothing else had happened.His gaze pierced through my skin as I glanced up at him, my hands and feet glued to the floor.“You look nervous taking this position.” He murmured, not exactly sure if he knew I heard, but his eyes had darkened now. And he was probably thinking to himself.“I wonder... How loud you'll scream kitten “ he mumbled in a husky tone,“I wonder how you will beg for more, and then beg for me to stop, i
MARCELLUS’ POV.Tossing from side to side, Light snores escaped her lips as she mumbled inaudible gibberish, smacking her lips. What was she dreaming about? A simple smile settled on my lips as I watched her sleep. I asked her to wake up after she gladly and graciously deep-throated me. She had fallen asleep quickly as soon as she had laid on the bed by my side.I feigned pretense, reading over a book in silence. At first, she was tense, but scarcely a few minutes after she had been snoring, I myself had dozed off only to wake up just now; it was dawn already, and I had barely slept at ease as I had done in a long time.I groaned from frustration, pulling myself off her bed. I didn't want to spread a baseless rumor amongst everyone about having a favorite amongst the mistresses, the only reason I'd been able to keep peace was by equal treatment. Besides I knew how harsh Lena could be, they would all probably dote on her like it had been her fault I barely slept in any of their rooms,
FIONA'S POV.I gritted my teeth, my body crawling with goosebumps feeling a sudden chill run down my spine, pushing open my eyes, I could see the woman over me, two of the ladies I had seen in the room with Marcellus the previous night. Lena was one of them. Lena was hovering above me with a bucket in her bandI panicked, standing from my bed, water dripping from my hair to my toe, my bed was soaking wet as my body was.“Why?” I managed to ask, holding back my tears brimming at the sides of my eye, I could see a wide smirk on Lena's Lips; she was having the best time of her life making my life a living hell, but I knew better than to give in; the bitch would have a splendid day if she knew she had hurt me and I broke down because of her.“Why?” The blonde amongst the two ladies mocked, yanking me by my hair.“You don't get to speak unless asked a question around here, little human.” Lena sneered, disgust evident in her words as she moved closer to me.“How dare you ruin their night?
FIONA'S POV.The silence in the room was heavy after Marcellus left. I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped protectively around my belly, trying to reassure myself. “He’ll be back soon,” I whispered, but the words didn’t chase away the lingering fear. The muffled sounds of chaos outside didn’t help. My instincts told me to stay calm, but every fiber of my being wanted to run after Marcellus, to be near him. A sudden creak from the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My head whipped toward the sound, my heart racing. The door swung open violently, and a figure stepped in. “Lena?” I gasped, recognizing the Alpha’s daughter who had always been cold and distant toward me. She shut the door behind her with a slam, her movements sharp and furious. Her eyes, wild with rage, locked onto mine. “You,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. I instinctively backed up, pressing against the headboard. “Lena, what are you doing here? Marcellus told me to stay here—” “Shut up!” she snapped
MARCELLUS’ POV.It was a cool evening, the stars twinkling in the clear sky I had been planning this for days, making sure everything was perfect. Fiona deserved nothing less. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as I guided her outside the packhouse. “Patience, my love,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You’ll see soon enough.” She clutched my arm as we walked through the garden, her steps light but hesitant. The cool night air made her cheeks rosy, and her fiery red hair shone under the moonlight. She looked breathtaking, as she always did. Finally, we reached the spot I had prepared. A blanket was spread out on the soft grass, surrounded by lanterns that cast a warm, flickering light. A basket full of her favorite snacks sat in the center, and a small bouquet of wildflowers rested beside it. Her eyes widened as she took it all in. “Marcellus… this is beautiful.” I watched her reaction closely, feeling a wave of satisfaction at her
MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun was blazing hot as Raymond and I stood in the training arena, sweat dripping down my face as I readied myself for another sparring session. I couldn’t help but smirk at him as he adjusted his stance, trying to look confident. “You ready to lose, Raymond?” I teased, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You talk big for someone who barely landed a hit last time.” “Barely?” I raised a brow. “Let’s settle this with a wager then. The winner gets a wish granted by the loser. Deal?” Raymond hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Deal. Don’t cry when you lose, Alpha.” We circled each other, the air thick with tension and determination. He came at me fast, throwing a punch that I dodged easily. I countered with a swift kick that nearly knocked him off his feet. For a moment, I thought I had him, but Raymond was nothing if not crafty. He feigned a stumble and came back with a series o
FIONA’S POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. I sat on the bed, my hand resting on my now-visible baby bump. It still felt surreal, knowing that three little lives were growing inside me. Marcellus walked into the room carrying a tray of food, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Good morning, my love,” he said, placing the tray on the bedside table. I smiled at him, though I couldn’t hide the slight frown as I glanced at the food. My eating habits had been all over the place these past few months. Some days I couldn’t stop eating, while on others, even the smell of food made my stomach turn. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting beside me and taking my hand. “I’m just not sure if I can eat,” I admitted. He gave me a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just try a little, for me? And for the babies?” His words always had a way of melting my worries. I nodded, picking up a piece of toast. As I ate, Marcellus wa
FIONA'S POV I sat on the sofa in Marcellus’s room, my legs tucked under me as I absentmindedly flipped through a book. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, warming the room and making everything feel peaceful. Marcellus was at his desk, stacks of files surrounding him as he worked. It was strange seeing him like this—calm, focused, and completely off I couldn’t help but watch him. His golden hair caught the light as he leaned forward, his brows furrowed in concentration. Every so often, he’d glance at me and smile, making my heart flutter. “This is nice,” I said softly, leaning back against the cushions. “I could get used to this.” He chuckled without looking up. “Used to what? Watching me work?” “Used to spending quiet days with you,” I replied, smiling. “It’s peaceful.” Marcellus looked up then, his eyes softening. “I wish every day could be like this,” he said, his voice full of warmth. I felt a surge of happiness, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomac
LENA’S POV The room was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every little noise louder. I sat on the edge of my bed, my nails tapping against the wooden frame as I stared out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the pack grounds. My father was late. I checked the time again, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming into the empty room. Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the creak of the door opening. Father walked in, his face stern and his steps heavy. “Lena,” he said, closing the door behind him. “It’s late. What’s the matter now?” I didn’t wait for him to come closer. Instead, I jumped up and ran to him, grabbing his arm as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Father,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “It’s ruined! Everything is ruined!” He frowned, his hands resting on my shoulders. “What are you talking about, child? What’s ruined?” “Marcellus,” I cried, my voice shaking. “He knows. He knows it was all an act!
LENA’S POV The silence in my room felt suffocating. I paced back and forth, my bare feet sinking into the rug I’d heard the commotion earlier—Father’s yelling could probably be heard from miles away. I knew he was down at the pack house. Shouting at Marcellus, throwing accusations around like arrows. It was all part of the plan, but it still made my stomach twist into knots. I sat down on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress tightly. My heart raced as I thought about everything that had happened. No, I didn’t try to end my life. That wasn’t part of the plan. But the idea of it, the mere suggestion, had been enough to send a ripple of panic through the pack. Marcellus needed to know that I wasn’t someone to be discarded so easily. He thought he could just cast me aside? That I would just vanish into thin air while he paraded that human woman around like some trophy? I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow in the still room. He didn’t know me at all if h
MARCELLU'S POV.The shouting hit me before I even reached the entrance of the pack mansion. A loud, angry voice echoed through the pack grounds, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. My heart sank as I recognized it—it was Elder Thomas, Lena’s father. I pushed open the doors and rushed outside. The scene was chaotic. Pack members had gathered around, whispering in hushed tones as Elder Thomas stormed through the center of the courtyard. His face was red with fury, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Thomas, what’s going on?” I called out, stepping forward to face him. His eyes snapped to me, filled with rage and pain. “You dare ask me what’s going on, Marcellus?” he spat. “You cast my daughter out like she was nothing! And now this!” I frowned, trying to piece together what he meant. “What are you talking about?” “She’s my daughter, my blood!” he shouted, his voice shaking. “You humiliated her! You stripped her of her title and sent her away from her home, her fami
MARCELLUS POV. I woke up early, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Fiona lay beside me, her face peaceful and serene, her red hair sprawled across the pillow. She looked so beautiful, so fragile, and yet I knew the strength she carried inside her. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed. Today, I wanted to do something special for her, something that would show her how much she meant to me. Breakfast. It seemed simple enough, but for Fiona, it had to be perfect. She deserved the best, and I wanted her to feel loved and cared for. I made my way to the royal kitchen, where the staff were already busy preparing meals for the pack. As I entered, the clattering of pots and pans came to an abrupt halt. The maids froze, their eyes wide with surprise. “Alpha,” one of them stammered, bowing her head. “What brings you here?” “I’m making breakfast,” I said simply. The room fell silent. “Alpha,” another maid said cautiously, “we can pr