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
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