Fiona's POVI'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
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.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