FIONAI opened my eyes, surprised at how refreshed I felt after such a deep and peaceful slumber. It was the first time I could remember sleeping so soundly. I tried to hold onto the fragments of my dream, a nostalgic scene from my childhood filled with warmth and affection, but the details slipped away like sand through my fingers.Getting up from my simple bed in the servants’ quarters, I noticed the other new girls waking up as well. We had all arrived together the night before. Before I could ask them what was going on, a stern-looking guard entered the room, and the atmosphere changed instantly.“All right, you lot,” the guard barked. “Time to get to work! The household won’t run itself!”The experienced servants sprang into action, knowing their duties without needing instructions. I watched with wide eyes as they hurried off to their tasks.The guard turned his gaze to me and three other new girls, forming a line outside the quarters. He walked up to us, sizing us up one by one
FIONAAs the sun dipped below the horizon, I finally made my way back to my small bedroom. The day’s work had been exhausting, but I felt a sense of satisfaction for having completed all my duties. My feet were sore, and my body longed for rest. The dim light filtering through the window signaled that night was fast approaching.As I settled into my modest room, my mind began to wander back to the earlier encounter with Alpha Tristan. The words he had spoken to me echoed in my mind, causing a mix of confusion and apprehension. I understood the part about being his slave; after all, he had purchased me from the auction house with an unbelievable sum. But what puzzled me was the expectation that I would do anything he wished. I couldn’t help but wonder what that truly meant.Lost in thought, I pondered the implications of being a slave in his hands. My heart skipped a beat as I feared it might be a repetition of my dreadful past with Logan. However, the day had been relatively better th
TristanFrustration bubbled within me as I paced the room restlessly, the cup of wine in my hand untouched. The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and I muttered to myself, my thoughts a storm of discontent. On the bed, Tessa lay, her gaze tracing the edges of my bare back. She sensed my turmoil but couldn't point out its source.Suspicions brewed in Tessa's mind. She hadn't missed how my gaze lingered on the new servant girl we had acquired from the auction house. Her beauty was undeniable, and Tessa, my wife, knew me well enough to recognize the hunger in my eyes. The servant girl had become a silent threat, a symbol of what Tessa couldn't provide—an heir.Unable to bear the thought of another woman taking her place as my mate, Tessa mustered her courage. She rose from the bed, her silk nightgown rustling softly, and approached me."What troubles you, my love?" Tessa's voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.My frustration evident, I glanced at Tessa. "It's nothing
FIONATwo days had passed since the new recruits were welcomed into the pack. This evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself alone in my room. Hailey, my new friend, had just left after chatting for a while.I decided it was time to take a refreshing bath. After a quick inspection of myself in the mirror, I noticed my reflection, a tangle of emotions in my eyes. I then stripped off my clothes that were damp with sweat from working in the kitchens all day, and stood naked in front of the mirror in my room. I carefully inspected my body through the mirror, and admitting that I was truly a beauty and a rare one at that, I touched my breasts which were full and firm, innocent of anyone’s taking.I turned to study my hips in the mirror, knowing well that my beautiful body indeed had the power to make any man want me, and every girl jealous of me. I'd developed into a woman really quick as a young girl, but I was lucky enough that my stepfather never violated me. Even tho
FIONAI lay on my bed, legs folded to my chest, as the morning light seeped through the curtains. I had hardly slept last night, tears staining my pillow, the remnants of what Tristan had done to me, still haunting my thoughts. He had defiled me and left me here in pains. I couldn’t help but wish I could go back to my stepfather, as awful as he was. At least with him, my virtue had remained intact.Despite having little choice in being here, I had hoped for something different. I was ready to start anew, to wipe the slate clean, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to regain my freedom. But barely a week in, and I was already being humiliated by the man who had purchased me. Was this the very reason he had bought me? The question nagged at me, tormenting my thoughts.My mind wandered to the uncertain future that loomed before me. I dreaded the months and years to come, unable to fathom what horrors might befall me. I lay in my bed, lost in these grim thoughts, half asleep and half awake,
FionaI lay in my room, anxiety gnawing at my insides as I waited for the inevitable. Tristan continued to visit my room every night in the next few days, his intentions clear as day. He longed for me sexually, and I dreaded what came next.Every day, it was always the same. He came in, said nothing much, and just touched my body with his hard hands without much announcement, my firm breasts his favorite organ in my body. I still feel pains from the way he grabs my breasts. He then pushes me to the bed and mounts me roughly. This was the routine every single day. It was painful, the last few days felt like hell to me. How I had imagined being with him before was nothing close to what became my reality.Tonight, there was something different about Tristan’s approach. He entered quietly, the creaking floorboards betraying his presence. I felt his fingers, gentle like a whisper, brush my hair from my face. His eyes bore into mine, a deep, penetrating gaze that sent shivers down my spine.
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
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
TristanAs the sun began to set below the horizon, I led my weary troops back into our pack territory. The air was thick with tension, and the weight of our recent decision hung heavily upon me.My troops and I walked and rode back wearily the known territory. The search expedition had been tiring, as we searched day and night, burdened with danger, and now, as we crossed the border back home, relief washed over me like a warm, comforting tide.We had agreed to halt our relentless search for Fiona, my beloved mate and the mother of my unborn child, in enemy territory. It was a decision that had gnawed at my very core, threatening to shatter my resolve.Walking alongside Jace, my trusted friend, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude welling up within me. His advice, though difficult to accept at the time, had been wise. The risks we faced by venturing deeper into the enemy’s domain were staggering, not just for us but for the entire pack.As we approached the massive oak doors
TessaI stood on the balcony of my bedroom, and my eyes scanned the courtyard below. In the distance, I could see Tristan rallying his soldiers. His gaze was fixed on a map laid out before him, and his voice carried authority as he spoke of the mission to find Fiona. I knew I couldn’t let him succeed in this endeavor, not if I wanted Fiona dead.I knew if Tristan found Fiona, there would be nothing I could do to her anymore. I could see in Tristan’s eyes how he felt for Fiona and his regret for treating her the way he'd done in the past, I knew if he found her, he would protect her this time, and I couldn’t let that happen.With my heart pounding in my chest, I retreated from the balcony, the weight of a daring plan forming in my mind. I needed to act swiftly and decisively if I were to stay one step ahead of Tristan. I had loyal soldiers within his troop, men who shared my concerns about Fiona’s fate. They were my secret allies, my ticket to ensuring Fiona’s safety.I called for a me
TessaAs I stood in my chamber, a feeling of determination welled up inside me. Today was the day I would put my carefully crafted plan of murdering Fiona and her unborn child into motion. I couldn’t afford any more delays. My two loyal maids, Kira and Elia, had always been by my side, ready to carry out my wishes. Today would be no different.I summoned them to my chambers with a gentle ring of the silver bell on my bedside. They arrived promptly, their eyes filled with curiosity and unwavering loyalty. I knew I could trust them with this delicate task.“Kira, Elia,” I began, my voice low and conspiring. “I have another job for you today.”They exchanged quick glances but said nothing, waiting for my instructions.“This time,” I continued, “all you have to do is keep Fiona’s friend, Hailey, occupied. You both hold a higher rank in the servants’ hierarchy than her, so she won’t question your orders.”Understanding dawned on their faces as they nodded in agreement. I could see the dete
Tessa I watched as my two maids stood before me, their eyes filled with anticipation. They were close to Fiona, closer than any of my personal maids in the household at least, and that was precisely why I had chosen them for this delicate task. “Remember, Kira, Elia,” I began in hushed tones, “you are to take turns watching Fiona. One of you during the day, the other at night. I need to know her every move, every whisper, every secret she holds.” They nodded in unison, their loyalty unwavering. Kira, the older of the two, spoke up, “We will not disappoint you, Lady Tessa. Fiona won’t suspect a thing.”. I watched from the shadows as my maids tiptoed towards Fiona’s room. They were two of my most loyal servants, and they happened to be closest to her. I had my plan in motion, an evil one. I needed to get rid of Fiona, as was now threatening to steal my place beside Tristan. As the loyal maids returned from their first mission, I beckoned them closer. “Did you see anything? Hear
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
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
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