TristanInside my chamber, I sat on my ornate chair, frustration etched across my brow. Tessa stood before me, her eyes ablaze with anger. The tension in the room was evident as we were about to embark on a heated exchange.“Tristan,” Tessa began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotions, “I cannot bear your constant visits to that young servant, Fiona. It’s becoming unbearable.”My jaw tightened as I responded, “Tessa, you know I need an heir. We’ve been married for years, and still, there’s no child.”Tessa’s cheeks flushed with anger. “How dare you blame me for our lack of an heir? It’s not my fault.”My eyes narrowed, my tone cold. “If you could provide me with an heir, I wouldn’t have to search for someone a breeder.”Tessa seethed with anger, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course, it’s all my fault. Blame me for not being able to give you what you want.”My patience was wearing thin. “Tessa, it’s tradition for an Alpha to find a breeder. You know this.”Tessa shot
TristanI stumbled down the dark corridor, my unsteady footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls. The flickering torches lining the hallway seemed to sway with my unsteady gait. I’d spent the evening drowning my sorrows with Jace, who had, surprisingly, turned out to be even more drunk than me.The night at the tavern had begun as an attempt to escape the relentless thoughts that haunted my mind, but it had spiraled into a drama-filled ordeal that left me as the reluctant voice of reason, pulling Jace away from further chaos.As I finally reached my own chamber, I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was to face Tessa, in my current state. I knew she wouldn’t be pleased with me coming home so late and in such a condition. And there was the earlier matter to consider.Entering the room, I closed the door quietly behind me. The room was dark, save for the glow of moonlight streaming in through the window. Tessa was nowhere to be seen, which was a blessing in my present c
Months had passed since alpha Tristan had purchased me at that dreaded auction, and the torment had only grown worse with each passing day. I couldn’t help but regret the day I’d ever wished to be sold, desperate for freedom from my previous life. Now, all I yearned for was salvation from the clutches of Tristan.It had been precisely three months since he brought me under his roof, and two months since he’d begun to have sex with me the way he liked, claiming me as his own. My days blurred together in a nightmare of maltreatment. His once-charming demeanor had faded off, replaced by a cruel and possessive man who seemed to revel in my misery.This desperate evening, as I sat in the room that had over time become my prison, I folded my hands in a prayer to the moon goddess “Oh, moon goodness,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “If you can hear me, please send me another savior. I cannot endure this torment any longer.”Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of the one glimmer of hope I h
Three days had passed since Hailey and I had taken that pregnancy test, which had shown a negative result. But something within me just didn’t feel right. My body was giving me more signs, signs I couldn’t ignore any longer. I lay in my room, the clock on the wall ticked away the minutes of the night. The moonlight filtered through the window, making me feel almost completely strong and restored. Before now, I still felt the pains and sores all over my body from my last encounter with Tristan, but surprisingly I felt normal now. I felt a sense of urgency, a desperation to confirm what my instincts were telling me. Hailey had been my rock through this ordeal, my dearest friend who’d stood by my side when no one else would. I knew Hailey would understand, so I sent her a message asking her to come to my room tonight. With the guards and servants fast asleep, this was our only chance to do what we needed without anyone finding out. A soft knock on my bedroom door signaled Hailey’s arr
FionaTwo months and a week into my pregnancy, I felt like I was navigating mysterious waters. The nausea, the cravings, and the rollercoaster of emotions were overwhelming, to say the least. But the biggest surprise was yet to come, one that would both terrify and warm my heart. As I sat in my room this evening, bathed in the soft reflection of a single, flickering candle, my thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind. Three into my life in Tristan’s pack, my life had taken a turn I could never have anticipated.It was a crisp evening when it happened. I was eager to go to bed early today as I had felt a little stressed during the day. I drifted off to sleep almost immediately my head touched the pillow, and soon the dreams started. In my dream, I was returning from seeing the midwives for my weekly check ups, hoping that the gentle breeze that blew that evening would soothe my tired back.As I walked on to my room, an old woman with a white hair suddenly appeared in front of me. She started
TristanAfter days of contemplating my situation without finding a solution, I lay on my bed this morning, tormented by the revelation that had rocked my world. Fiona, the gorgeous but pathetic servant, and my breeder was my mate. How could this be? I hadn’t dared to visit her room or summon her to mine since that fateful day when the truth had slapped me in the face.I couldn’t bear to look at her, not after all the terrible things I had done to her. My mind raced with thoughts of how to manage this situation. The weight of guilt pressed down on me like an anchor dragging me to the depths of despair.After what felt like an eternity of inner turmoil, I decided to seek counsel from Tessa, forgetting how mad she was about the whole thing. She had been by my side for years, and even though she has been unable to give me an heir, I still trusted her. Surely she would understand. I called for one of her servants to summon her.When Tessa entered the room, her eyes flashed with anger. “Wha
FionaI woke up the next morning feeling an unusual sense of contentment. The weight of uncertainty that had hung over me for so long seemed to have lifted, if only for a moment. Tristan lay beside me, still lost in slumber. The warmth of his presence sent a shiver of delight through me.For the first time, I felt closer to him than ever before. The events of the steamy night we had shared were etched into my memory, each intimate moment seared into my consciousness. It was as if the mate bond we had both discovered had finally brought us together, bridging the gap that had separated us for so long.My hand rested gently on my swelling belly, a reminder of the life growing within me. As I lay there, I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. It was a smile born of hope, the hope that all was not lost between us, and that the love I had longed for might finally be within reach.I turned my gaze to Tristan, his strong and handsome features softened by sleep. In that moment, I allowed
TessaI entered Tristan’s bedroom, a sense of unease gnawing at me. Tristan was inside the room, his gaze fixed on the floor, lost in thought. His normally stern expression had softened considerably since that confrontation with Fiona earlier. She had slapped him, and I had watched in shock as she stormed out of his room.He sat on the edge of the bed, his face a mix of confusion and remorse, still stinging from the slap Fiona had delivered moments ago. I had never seen him so subdued before. In the past, he would have exploded in anger, but now he just sat there in silence, lost in his thoughts.I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, though I tried my best to keep it hidden. Fiona had been living with us for a few months now, first helping with household chores like all the other servants, until Tristan had decided he wanted her in his bed to become his breeder since I couldn’t give him an heir.Fiona had become a constant presence in our lives, and I couldn’t ignore the growin
FionaMy heart raced as we pierced through the woods after chaos of the battle scene. Tristan lay unconscious on the stretcher beside me, his face pale and his chest soaked in blood. I clutched his hand tightly, praying that we’d reach the hospital in time. The EMTs rushed him into the emergency ward, leaving me in the capable hands of the medical team.As they tended to Tristan’s injuries, I struggled to maintain my composure. The contractions had been growing stronger, and I could no longer bear the pain. With a desperate gasp, I collapsed onto the cold hospital floor.“Nurse!” I cried out, my voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore.”One of them noticed my labor pains. “She’s in labor!” she exclaimed,A number of nurses rushed to my side, their eyes widening as they realized the situation. One of them gently helped me onto a nearby stretcher while another hurriedly called for a obstetrician.Amidst the chaos, my mind raced with worry for Tristan and the unborn baby. I co
“Tristan!” I screamed, my voice raw with despair. I reached out to him, but he had already collapsed to the ground. His eyes met mine briefly, filled with a mixture of pain and reassurance, as if to say, “I’d do it all over again.”Tessa, realizing what she had done, dropped the gun and fled, disappearing into the shadows. The room was filled with a stunned silence as the men on both sides watched Tristan, the fearless alpha, lying on the cold, unforgiving floor.“No.” I whispered, rushing to his side. The world around us faded as I knelt beside him. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his clothes and the dusty ground beneath us. My heart raced, my hands trembling as I tried to stop the bleeding with a piece of cloth.“Fiona.” Tristan’s voice was strained, weak, but he managed to utter those words as he fought to stay conscious. His loyal men were still engaged fiercely with Tessa’s men, but now they had noticed their alpha was down, and their desperate shouts filled the air.“Run.”
Fiona As Tristan and Tessa’s men stormed my place, chaos erupted in the room. The clatter of shattered glass and shouting voices filled the air. I had anticipated this moment for weeks, fearing the worst. Tessa's men, driven by their relentless loyalty to their leader, were here to abduct me, while Tristan’s men had come to rescue me. Caught in the middle, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.Amidst the commotion, I spotted Tristan’s rugged figure emerging from the corner, his determined eyes locking onto mine. A tumultuous mix of relief and anger washed over me. It was hard to forget everything he had put me through, the lies and betrayals that had torn us apart. But as Tessa’s menacing henchman closed in, Tristan’s presence felt like a lifeline.“Fiona!” Tristan’s voice cut through the bedlam, his tone urgent. “Stay down!”I complied, crouching behind a toppled coffee table as the room became a battleground. Gunshots echoed, mingling with Tessa’s menacing laughter. She rev
I crept through the streets of the small town of where I’d gotten information Fiona was, my boots sounding on the tarred floor. The moon hung low in the sky, casting shadows around me that evening. My heart raced with every step as I searched for any sign of Fiona. She had vanished without a trace, leaving me with nothing but a desperation to find her in this forsaken place.I had found out that Tessa was on a mission of her own. She had her own network of loyal men, carefully hidden among mine, feeding her information. She was determined to find Fiona before I did, to prove her loyalty to a cause I could never fully understand.As I moved through the town, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. My instincts told me something was amiss, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. A whisper of doubt gnawed at me, but I had a job to do. I had to find Fiona.I finally caught a break when a local shopkeeper, with a nervous twitch in his eye, whispered, “Emilia? Yeah, I’ve seen her
TristanI had been on Fiona’s trail for months, tirelessly searching for her in every corner of the country. She had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a broken heart. It had been a relentless pursuit, but I was determined to find her, no matter the cost.As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, my leads had been scarce, like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. But finally, after what felt like an eternity of chasing dead ends, I had some breakthrough.Inside an old bar in a quiet town held rumors to Fiona’s whereabouts. I had been sitting at the dim corner for hours, nursing a strong beer, waiting for the informer I had paid generously to show up. I didn’t know what had become of Fiona since she disappeared, but I had to find out.The door swung open, and a disheveled man in his fifties stumbled in, scanning the room nervously. He spotted me, made his way over, and slurred, “You Tristan, right?”I nodded, my impatience g
Tessa As the sun shone across the corridor, I watched from the darkness as Tristan walked away. His steps, once filled with purpose, now echoed a profound emptiness. It had been seven agonizing months since Fiona had vanished, and it was a period marked by growing feud between us. I couldn’t escape the guilt that gnawed at my conscience. The truth weighed heavily on my heart, poisoning every interaction we had left. Tristan had discovered my dark secret, the reason why Fiona had fled from our home in the first place. I had threatened her life in a fit of jealousy and rage, a secret I’d kept hidden until Tristan’s relentless search for her led him to the damning truth. I was able to hold on to one secret throughout the seven months of Fiona’s escape though. Tristan believed he was the only one searching for Fiona, but he was wrong. I had been silently orchestrating my own mission. My loyal men, discreetly planted among his ranks, had been feeding me invaluable updates on his every m
FionaIt had now been a few months since my escape from Tristan’s pack, and life had taken a surprising turn. I found myself in a cozy little apartment, nestled deep in a small town, and far away from Tristan’s reach. The surroundings were far from the chaos of Tristan’s pack. I had finally settled into this new life, and it felt great. I’d found a charming garden too to take in natural air, and slowly but surely, I’d settled into my new life. It was as if I’d stepped into a different world, one where I could finally breathe freely, away from the complications of my past.My pregnancy had progressed, and I was now nine months in, the due date looming like a cloud. Despite the constant reminder of Tristan through the mate bond, I had surprisingly little else to worry about. It was now seven months since my daring escape, and each passing day, I felt myself forgetting about Tristan little by little.I sat by my window, my round belly protruding, the late afternoon sun reflecting its lig
TristanAs the first light of dawn pierced through the sky, I stood at the courtyard of our castle, a sizeable army of loyal men assembled before me. As my men stood in orderly rows, their armor glinting in the soft light. Today was a day of reckoning, a day that would decide our fate.This was the second time we were setting out in search of Fiona, and this time, we were an army, not just a handful of determined men. The stakes had never been higher, and I was prepared to risk everything to find her.Jace, loyal as ever, appeared at my side, his resolute gaze reflecting my own determination. Together, we climbed into our car, its engine roaring to life like a beast awakened for battle.The wheels rolled over the terrain as we began our march into the unknown, ready to take the search into enemy territories if necessary. As we ventured further from our territory, Jace broke the silence that had settled between us like a heavy fog.“Tristan, this time we have the numbers, the strength,
As darkness surrounded the castle, I knew it was time to set my secret plan into motion. Tristan and his troops had returned to from their search for Fiona, and my loyal soldier, a trusted confidant, was the key to my hidden agenda.This soldier, whose loyalty to me ran deeper than his allegiance to Tristan, had agreed to venture ahead of the troop and find Fiona before Tristan could, giving me the upper hand. But time was of the essence, and I needed to know the progress of my plot.I summoned Kira, one of my maids, a quiet and cunning girl who could slip through the shadows unnoticed. I handed her a sealed message, my words carefully chosen to avoid suspicion. “Take this to the loyal soldier in Tristan’s troop,” I instructed, my voice hushed. “Tell him to meet me at the secluded grove at midnight. Make sure Tristan suspects nothing.”Kira nodded, her wide eyes reflecting the dim candlelight. “I’ll go at once, Mistress Tessa,” she whispered, and with that, she disappeared into the ni