ROSANNEStanding before my round mirror became a daily habit.I'd stare at it and mock myself for being ridiculous, for aiming too high and daring to dream. I did the same today, but there was something different: the will to fight for my dream. ‘Pick up the broken shards and begin again. This isn't the end.’ Emerald's voice was loud and clear, but can I really do this? Alone? ‘You have me.’ Her reply warmed up my heart, but I was still conflicted, confused, bothered. Staring down at my flat tummy, I caressed it and felt the smooth skin beneath my palm. Sometimes, I wondered if Mikahli should be aware of my pregnancy. He married me to become his breeder, not a Luna. If he finds out about my pregnancy, I'd be nothing but a machine for kids. He'd fuck me into a mess until the whole pack house Is filled with pups. He doesn't have to find out about this. He wouldn't find out about it. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my reverie. I covered up my tummy with my blue pajamas and tu
MIKHAILMy breeder was quite full of surprises. It took me several nights to figure I didn't want her out of my sight just yet. She was mine to devour, mine to fuck, mine to enslave. Divorcing her meant signing an approval of her freedom—which was unlike me. Luna or not, she belonged to me. She was my property, my tool for pleasure. What made her different from other women was still a complicated puzzle I couldn't understand, but each time she moaned, my wolf—Lex—went berserk. She'd barged into my office in her blue wash jeans and white T-shirt. Determination swirled in her amber eyes like she was damn sure I'd sign those papers, but reality was a game I loved to role with. It hits you hard with a brutal blow. “Why did you shred the papers?” Her voice trembled as her eyes lingered on the papers on my desk. “You asked me to sign them. You asked for a divorce. You brought it up.” Her voice kept rising to a higher octave like she was gradually losing it. Losing her patience. “You….y
ROSANNEImmediately I got back to my room, I slammed the door hard and made a beeline for my bathroom. My stomach turned and twisted. My knees could barely hold my legs. I had no idea if it was due to the scent of the Quiche Lorraine which still assaulted my nostrils, or Mikhail's creepy threats. Either reason it was, my face was buried in the sink, the sound of me puking my guts out filling the air. I felt sick, cheated and used. Splashing some water on my face, I stared at the mirror and tried not to cry. I had clung unto the invisible wings of hope when I took those divorce papers to Mikhail's office. I had thought I'd finally get my freedom and my life back. The mere thought of being away from this suffocating pack made me giddy and excited, but Mikhail shattered that hope. He made my life miserable with every chance he got. I figured he was enjoying this. He made me soar high only for him to crumble my wings and burn them to ashes. Perhaps he never wanted to have a divorce,
MIKHAILThe last time I cried was twenty years ago. I lost my mother at a tender age. During her funeral, she was offered one of the prettiest spaces to be laid to rest, but I didn't want her out of my sight. She loved flowers. Butterflies. Gardens. To make sure she was happy in the underworld, I made a garden myself, filled it with her favorite flowers and asked her to be buried there. Over the years, I only allowed a particular maid to make sure the flowers were watered. I didn't want anyone else in there. But my breeder walked in there. I had seen her touching the flowers like she owned it. Ross smiled with her eyes closed and basked in the warmth of the sunlight. Unlike the rage I felt each time someone trespassed, I was amused, sucked in like a moth to a flame. Strangely, she reminded me of my mother. But I still had to punish her.I'd always have a reason to punish her. Irene kept staring at me, but I had more important things to do: teaching my prey the exact reason pe
ROSANNE His voice still haunted me. The way he touched me, oh God. It still made my nerve endings tingle and stir. Mikhail literally tortured me, made me beg to be fucked, and I hated how my body responded to his burning touch. ‘He’s a monster.’ I tried to remind myself. I shouldn't feel this way with someone so cunning and manipulative, but my body craved his warmth. Merely thinking about it made me feel shudders of pleasure. Days passed by in a blur with me spending most of my time in my room. The walls were starting to suffocate me, but it was better than stepping outside only for the beast to devour me. As much as I tried not to recall the memories of that brutal afternoon, it kept replaying in my head. And it made me hate him even more that he could control my body this way. Breakfast went smoothly today. At least, I was able to eat a few spoons without puking my guts out. I munched down on some hamburger and cheese as I watched the pack warriors fight. I had always love
MIKHAIL“Don't tell me you're actually going to send her on a hunt with Irene.” Landon’s voice echoed behind me. He walked right after me as we headed into the woods. Hadn't seen Ross in days, but her scent still lingered, even now like she was here. “It's a pack festival, what could go wrong.” I turned to stare at my brother, who was unusually worried about my breeder. Each time he was intensely worried, he'd furrow his brows and unconsciously clench his right fist. I stared downwards, tracing past his pants and fixed my gaze on his balled fist. “She has to hunt.” I glanced at my other brother, Xavier. He was so busy with his phone, I badly felt like punching him hard to reset his brain or something. “Xavier.” I hardened my voice and he paused, raising his calm eyes to stare at me. “Is something the matter?” “Put the fucking phone down.” Landon and I snapped at the same time, drawing a slight chuckle from my lips. Xavier slipped his phone into his pants and raised his hands in the
ROSANNE“I can't believe it.” I exhaled loudly, walking through the dense woods in my tank top and thick, skinny jeans. Tall trees rose out of the earth to brush the skies and sun dappled leaves created flickering shadows on the ground. I'd been walking for almost half an hour now, but I kept walking around in circles, bumping into the same mark I made on a tree several minutes ago. A small groan escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair, messing it up. Mikhail wasn't just despicable and excessively naughty, he was such a pain in the ass. I heard the news of the hunt quite late, and when I figured he'd chosen me as well, I almost went berserk. I wasn't going to give in to him so easily. Caressing the rough bark of a tall tree, I inhaled sharply and willed myself to continue this journey. I had to find a rouge. I had to kill a rouge. “looking for something?” A familiar voice made a shudder run down my spine. I turned swiftly, meeting pale green eyes and fiery red hair—wh
MIKHAIL“There's a situation, Alpha Mikhail. It's been eight hours. Four men returned to the pack with a rogue each, six of them came empty handed, but we've not seen Irene and your breeder.” Since the pack warrior walked into my office, it was the first time I raised my head to stare at him. “What do you mean? Didn't you have CCTV camera’s stationed at some corners to ensure they were safe?” “All we heard was a loud growl before everything went dark. We lost the signal to the video as well.” Shit. I closed up the file I'd been staring at for a while and pushed my weight off the black leather chair. The pack warrior and I rushed outside my office, taking long strides towards the training field. If I had to find Irene and Ross, I'd need a few of my strongest men to get the job done.Almost immediately, as soon as I got there, a familiar red head collapsed on the ground with a dead rouge a few meters away from her. She got up again, dragged the rouge, but she had so many cuts and wo
MIKHAILI stepped out of the shower with a towel around my waist, eyes trailing over the woman packing up her things. Her hair was in a messy bun, her big tee making me want to pin her against the bed and fuck her hard. It'd been a few days since my encounter with Landon, he was out of my hair, out of the pack house, out of Rosanne's life. Rosanne stopped resisting. She managed to smile at me a few minutes ago, but it still seemed forced—like right now. She puffed out a breath and shoved her underwear into the traveling bag. “We're only spending three days there, right?” Alpha Zayne had invited me for his daughter's wedding week. He was a friend of my father before his death, an Alpha who indulged in women just like me. But strangely, after meeting Rosanne, I didn't want anyone else. I only wanted her. All of her. Alpha Zayne wanted me to show up at the wedding because his daughter and I were childhood friends. He wanted to surprise her, but I was only in on this deal because Ros
ROSANNEThe truth sank deeper like a knife twisting my insides. “Even death can't snatch you away from me.” I wiped my tears harshly, slamming the door on the statue like men guarding Mikhail's room. I sank into the plush couch and wept, scratching my polished nails on my own skin. Nothing would get me away from here. Even in death, Mikhail would definitely drag me back. He'd try his best to make sure I'm still alive and show me hell over and over again. I wiped my tears again, taking slow strides towards the balcony. From there, I could see Landon fighting without a shirt—as usual. He overpowered all the men there, his attacks sharp and brutal, but it wasn't to the point of causing damage. He even helped a warrior when he could barely stand. Landon was different. A different kind of different. He made my heart skip a beat effortlessly, something Mikhail achieved by enslaving me. I'd always wanted to sit and have a talk with him. A long conversation that'd settle everything, ou
MIKHAIL“You're going to love it.” I tilted my head slightly, one arm around the steering wheel as I gazed at her, “I promise.” Rosanne exhaled softly, tightening her grip on the seatbelt like I never fulfilled my promises—like she'd rather be in hell than go out with me—like I never gave her the chance to make a choice. “Okay.” She didn't argue, didn't refuse. She just nodded like an obedient cat desperate to survive the harsh weather.The streets bustled with life as usual. Loud horns kept blaring across the streets, the sidewalk was packed with pedestrians, and a few students kept staring at me through the windows with amusement in their eyes. Great. I turned to Rosanne—who looked like she had a rainy cloud hovering above her—and pressed my lips tightly, “You’ve never said a full sentence to me for the past week, Rosanne.” “Taking me out isn't going to change anything. You're keeping me caged—like an animal.” She gestured, placing a palm over her neck. “It's suffocating, I can
LANDONThe dimly lit bar was filled with the soft murmurs of conversations, clinking of glasses and loud music blasting through the speakers. It'd never been my kind of place, but I needed a distraction. Anything to get my mind off her.Rosanne.Staring down at my untouched whiskey in a transparent glass, a soft sigh escaped my lips. I should be anywhere but here. But at least here, I didn’t have to see her sitting between me and Mikhail, looking like she wanted to disappear.I brought the glass to my lips, letting the burn coat my throat. It didn’t help. Never did. "You look like you need a distraction ."I turned to my side, my gaze locking onto the woman who had slid onto the stool beside me. She was a blonde with pale blue eyes and soft curves. She smelled exotic, expensive, like someone who had always used her beauty to get everything she ever wanted. The opposite of her. I smirked, tilting my head, "And you look like someone who enjoys giving them."She leaned in slightly, th
ROSANNE‘I can't understand him anymore. Sometimes he's warm, other times he's utterly cold, it hurts my chest.’I knew he wasn't just doing this to keep me safe. He was toxic. And it was starting to suffocate me. He was too afraid I'd leave, get down with Landon instead, but he was only making it worse. The dining hall was eerily quiet, I literally heard my heartbeat in my own ears. The only sounds were the constant clinking of cutlery and the scraping of chairs against the ground. Sitting right in the middle of Mikhail and Landon made my skin prickle with unease, the urge to bury myself in this seat burning against my chest. Landon hadn't said a word since Mikhail invited him for dinner. I didn't say any either. But Mikhail was composed. Infact, his posture was so relaxed, you'd think we were a peaceful couple having a wonderful dinner—it was far from the truth. I hadn't touched my spoon for the past few minutes, but Mikhail kept placing small pieces of meatball on my plate
LANDONI walked into the war room for a normal meeting with the elders, but Rosanne was there, sitting quietly next to Mikhail. She wasn't staring around, not speaking, she was just there—like a piece of furniture. It was the first time Mikhail brought her to a meeting. What the hell was going on? The warriors and the elders were tense, each of them staring at the porcelain beauty sitting right next to him. It was probably because they were used to Rosanne being locked away, but now, she was here, just sitting. I settled into a leather chair and kept my eyes fixed on Rosanne. I'd tried not to react each time I saw her, but I couldn't control it. Mikhail started the meeting like nothing unusual was going on, but elders kept staring at him, the warriors included. And Rosanne? She began to scan the war room like she was searching for some sort of exit.I'd been away for only a few days and a lot had changed? “Rogues are starting to cross the line.” Mikhail began, his monotone voic
ROSANNEIt'd been a full week and Mikhail's new rule was starting to suffocate me. We slept together each day, but we spent most of the time arguing. He wanted me caged—his own way of keeping me safe—but I wanted freedom. And he didn't just want me safe, he wanted to own me, to make me understand the fact that I belonged to him alone. He wasn't in the room during this peaceful morning, but his scent still lingered in the air. On my skin. Everywhere. I was sure his guards were outside, eagerly waiting for me to try to come up with an excuse to leave again. Mikhail didn't just restrict me from going to the training field, he restricted me from going anywhere. Sitting in this same room for the past week was starting to drive me insane. Pushing the comforter aside, I hurried towards the door. As soon as I pressed down the doorknob, about four strong men filled my vision. The same men that'd been guarding me for the past week. I sank my nails into my flesh and tried to walk outside, bu
MIKHAILHer answer was NOI wiped the small dagger in my hands, eyes fixed on the sharp silver blade. “the truth is—I don't know if I regret it or not.” Her answer still echoed in my ears. It was haunting. I didn't know why the fuck I cared if she regretted being with me or not. It made me uneasy for quite a long time. “If you're going to kill me, it's better you get this over with.” The rouge I'd asked Matthias to take away sneered, his wounded lips dripping with blood. I'd been here for only half an hour, but I took my time to wipe my dagger. “I'll start with a simple question.” I finally stopped cleaning my dagger and faced him. His hair was wet due to the sweat coating his forehead, T-shirt and pants soaked with the liquid that's turned to a darker shade. Blood. “Who sent you here?” “No one.” He spat through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with flames. He wriggled his chained wrists like he could get out the wooden chair, the screeching sound ripping through the air. “No fuck
LANDONI punched a guard's jaw. Hard. Brutal. It made my knuckles bleed, but I didn't care. Pain was a part of me, a tiny whisper lurking behind to drag me back to my present. I'd always been different from Mikhail. He was my little brother. The one who can't hide his demons. The one who badly craves control but doesn't beg for it. He gets whatever he wants. But me? I'd hidden the demons in me all my life. I was the eldest, the wisest, one who thinks before making a strike, but sometimes, I just wanted to be reckless. But I couldn't let my mask slip. I couldn't let the reputation I'd taken so long to build slip and crumble. The guard writhed beneath me, tapping my shoulder to give in, and I released him. Mikhail would keep on with the thrill, enjoy having someone beneath him. He called red his favorite, loved the way it spilled from the victim like a hobby. But I had control. A lot of it. But it was slowly starting to slip. I could feel it. Sense it. But I could still hand