MADELINE'S POV
"The shameless bitch lost my baby. Who told her to interfere with the affairs of the slaves and servants. I strongly instructed and warned her to be careful and specific with what she takes for the sake of the baby, and out of carelessness, she gobbled down a herbal tonic that wasn't hers to take in the beginning. For disobeying me and killing my pup due to carelessness, I am going to punish her dearly for it." "Dan!!!" his voice bellowed which showed he was smitten with pure anger and fury. "Bring Madeline to the execution room." And he sauntered angrily out of the hallway. From my room enclosed with brick walls, I could hear Alpha Konan’s voice thundering and ranting. My heart sank further into despair. Alpha Konan had always been unsympathetic and ruthless when dealing with me, and today's own won't be any different. He was feared by all and respected by none for his compassion because they didn't exist. I huddled myself together on the tiny bed in my room, my gaze fixed on the wall opposite me. Despite his uncompassionate nature, he was the father of the unborn baby, and I had dared to hope they the child might change our fate—his disdain for me and helplessness in this world. Fast forward to now, everything had gone down the drain, scattered with the wind. I knew this was going to make me suffer more hardships, disrespect, and scorn from him and every trusted ally around him. My room door opened ajar and a warrior werewolf came in. His eyes held no pity as he motioned for me to stand. He jabbed me with the stick he held in his hands with no form of respect, and I stumbled on my feet, enduring his rough treatment silently till I got to the execution room. I was still wearing my dress, the dress which I wore when I miscarried my baby. It was stained with blood, dry blood. I was unwilling to let go of the dress that made me see the color red traveling from my womanhood, trickling down my thighs, and forming a river of blood on the ground below me. I hoped I would be pinched by someone and I would be told it was all a dream. Alpha Konan stood up from his seat, dragged me from where I was standing, and threw me to the ground mercilessly, making me wince in pain. The execution room not only contained Alpha Konan, but it also lied to people who had disdain, disgust, and scorn written on their faces. I did not like to be pitied, but my knees became weaker when I saw no evidence of pity in any of their faces. With my vision becoming more blurry than ever, I huddled myself together on the cold tiled floor, gathering my blood-stained garment to cover the dried blood on my thighs and legs, and waited patiently for Alpha Konan's judgment. "For killing Alpha Konan's baby out of your undue carelessness, I sentence you to hard labor." My once gloomy eyes widened more than normal, and I sincerely hope I didn't hear well. Hard labor in the Oceanwolf pack was a sentence given to hardened criminals and traitors. It meant engaging in long, exhausting tasks and dangerous work, all meant to break you and remind you of your place. But as a contracted mate to Alpha Konan, I didn't deserve this kind of treatment and punishment. I was ready to endure everything, but not hard labor. This, I know, would be very difficult to survive. "Alpha Konan, please. Temper justice with mercy. It was not intentional for me to miscarry the baby," I said as I forced myself to plead. He walked up to me with full-length angry strides, crouched to my level, and squeezed my ja,w, whispering venomously into my ear. "Look at me, Madeline. This is the start of the hell you are going to see. You will regret ever knowing me or having anything to do with me. For killing my child, I am going to kill you a thousand times. You will crave death and you won't find it anywhere. Listen, you are not even allowed to take your own life because if you do, I will make sure I go to the ends of the earth to revive you. I only have the right to kill you in this life." "Drag her out of here!!!" Alpha Konan commanded and two guards came and dragged me out. I struggled under their grip and pleaded repeatedly. Who was I kidding? This was the true nature of the iron-fisted alpha Konan. When he makes up his mind, it is final. All my plea fell on deaf ears and when I got to my room, a servant lady was already there waiting to escort me to my new hellhole. There was no time to bid the room that had seen most of my tears goodbye. With my blood-stained clothes, I trudged behind the servant lady to my new hell hole, the chains around my wrists clinking with every step I took. On my way, I reminisced about all the events that caused me to be in this position today. **** My name is Madeline, born and raised in Oceanwolf pack. My family was among the poorest living in the pack, and surviving every day was frustrating. My family moved from house to house, begging to see if we could see something to eat and get by daily. Hunger was always with us, like a shadow we couldn't escape. My life fell apart when I was twelve. My parents couldn't take it anymore, and out of desperation, they sold me to the Alpha family of the pack, and I was forced to go work for them and serve them. I didn't hate them either, but I couldn't forgive them. I learned quickly: keep quiet, keep working, and never look anyone in the eye. Speaking up earned me a slap or worse. The other servants avoided me. Some whispered that I "was the girl sold by her own family" like that made me less than them. Alpha Konan noticed me first. Not because he cared, but because he saw me as an easy target. Even as a teenager, he had this sharp, dangerous edge that made everyone fear him. But I wasn't important enough to fear, I was just there. He started with little things: spilling water and blaming me, hiding things I needed to finish my chores. But one day, it got worse. He dared me to drink wolfsbane. I will never forget the burning. It felt like fire crawling through my body, stealing my breath. I collapsed, gasping on the cold marble floor. He just stood there, watching, like he wanted to see what would happen. He didn't call for help. Not until his father walked in and found me nearly clinging to life. Alpha Konan was punished that day severely and that was the last I saw of him. In the years that followed, I worked until my hands bled and my body ached. I swallowed my pride and hoped that one day, I would escape. ***** SIX MONTHS AGO Konan's installation as the new Alpha was approaching, and preparations were at their highest. Everyone and everywhere was in a hustle and bustle trying to make the ceremony grand and perfect, befitting for the new upcoming Alpha. Top leaders from other packs were all invited to grace the ceremony and everyone was on their tippy toes because it was also a time to drink and eat without constraint. I prepared the best dress I had—a white flowing dress, closely and neatly knitted to cinch my upper body and accentuate the curves of my lower body. As the ceremony began, the moment everyone was waiting for. Alpha Konan made his grand entrance. Draped in a leather attire, complemented by a regal purple cape adorned with gleaming stones. It was a costume made dress well befitting for royalty. He walked with confidence and well-composed strides, the dim light in the great hall well addressing his manly features. He had grown over the years and was now strikingly handsome, with his well-toned muscles and chiseled jaws ready to cut through anything clean without leaving rough edges. The tattoos on his body crept out of his arms and neck adding to his every dark aura. His appearance, according to the rumors, was all true, and looking at him up close, I could attest to it. Everyone clapped in appreciation and approval. The grand ceremony to welcome the new Alpha ended and it was time to make merry. Every servant and guard were all given the night off to join in the bliss of enjoyment. Everybody I saw around had a bottle of alcohol in hand, and I decided to unwind a little and joined the crew. Feeling the need to unwind, I joined in the party. One drink turned to two, then three, until a particular drink caught me off guard. Its effect was immediate. A wave of dizziness and heat consumed me, making it hard for me to think or move coherently. Disoriented, I staggered into an unknown room. "Who is there?" A thick rich voice thundered from somewhere within the room. I flinched, and at that moment, I recognized the shadow in the corner, hairs matted to his face. In my intoxicated state, I came closer and I was met with his icy blue stare, his musky and alluring scent filling my nose. The stranger engaged me in eye contact, which had me unflinching under his gaze. Before I could process anything, he wrapped his hands around my neck and pinned me to the wall behind me, his hot breath fanning my face making the hairs on my neck stand. I could tell he was drunk too. I could see it in his wild, unrestrained gaze. Whatever followed next was sensual. That was the first intimacy I ever had and also one that sent my life rolling down into the great abyss.ALPHA KONAN'S POV I woke up to the sun sending piercing rays through my room window. I squinted my eyes to avoid the rays from getting further entrance into my eyes. I sat upright on my bed and ran my hands on my disheveled hair. Then, I noticed I was sharing my bed with someone. Not that it was unusual. It happened almost every day of the week. Women often found their way into my bed, seeking favor or simply drawn by my title or prestige. The lady on my bed was stark naked with only the duvet to cover her shame. I could see the crimson red under where she slept, and then I knew for a fact that she was a virgin; I just broke. I took a closer look at her and my stomach churned. It was Madeline, my most dreaded and mortal servant. The realization hit like a thunderclap. How come she ended up in my room and sharing a bed with me? I tried to piece the haze of last night, it was impossible. This was the first time I had taken alcohol and it clouded my sense of judgement. Something
ALPHA KONAN'S POV Werewolves are always excited when they hear of mates, their fated ones. And if by age eighteen, their fated ones have not been found, they are thrown into anxiety, sometimes leading to incurable depression that consumes the soul. But I? I scoffed at the concept. To me, it was an age long nuisance of werewolves. It was upheld by fools, who couldn't see the chains it placed on their freedom. I resolved early not to follow that traditional part. I hadn't rested from the installation ceremony, and the council of elders was up and about encouraging me to commence the journey of parenthood and bear children who will continue the legacy. They spoke of legacy, honor, and the importance of choosing a Luna. Together, without much of my consent, they put on a mate-choosing ceremony. I had no option but to be present because it was the first event I was going to attend as the new alpha. The anticipation in the great hall was high. I felt nothing, only indifference. The elde
ALPHA KONAN'S POV I paced round the room, my mind full of conflicting thoughts. I remembered how Elyan, my wolf, reacted when I first saw Madeline's bare body. It was supposed to be one mistake, one indulgence, but now she carried my child. Revenge would have to wait to wait. I needed her and the baby to strengthen my position in the pack. She would be useful as a fake mate to quiet the pack elders who were concerned about me not having a mate or children. Announcing her and the baby at the next pack meeting, which was only a few hours away, would be the best way to handle things. It was an opportunity I couldn't afford to squander. "Dan," I called. "Yes, Alpha Konan?" he answered from behind the door. "Summon Madeline here." I ordered. "The servant girl from earlier today?" he asked. "Dan, is there any other Madeline in this mansion?" I replied coldly. "Sorry alpha Konan. I will get her right away," he said. "Hurry," I snapped. I sat behind my desk, drumming my f
MADELINE'S POV I was led to my room by the servant lady assigned to me by Alpha Konan. I sobbed all along the way and I wondered how my life would take its course from henceforth. When we got to the room, there were other servants waiting to help get things done. I looked at them through my tear filled yes, hoping someone would notice me, but they all went about their normal business, their behavior similar to a robot, as if I wasn't there, as if I never existed. The new room was one thousand times better than the servant cubicle. It had everything I needed to make life comfortable. I was taken in for a hot bath with fresh scented flowers that had its own unique fragrance. My legs were shaved and my hair thoroughly washed and cared for. I was told to sit in front of the vanity mirror, the head servant lady telling me that she would be with me shortly. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I saw noticeable changes. My once lean cheek bones were becoming chubby, my nose looked bigger a
MADELINE'S POV His hands rested on my lower back as we walked to his quarters. I couldn't stop thinking about how he dealt with the elder who questioned the baby's paternity and my place as his mate. As we reached a quiet corner, his soft look changed. “Madeline, Alpha Konan's voice turned icy, his grip tightening on my arms. How did the elder learn you are a fake mate?" My lips parted in confusion, but I was determined to defend myself. His eyes bore into mine with hatred. "I don't know," I stammered. "Don't lie to me," he hissed, still holding onto my arm. My fear ignited anger. I may be a lowly servant, but I have dignity. Ask your people, Alpha. One of them must have slipped." “His expression darkened, a dangerous smile curving his lips. I was sure he was surprised at my talk back. "Remember your place, Madeline. One more mistake, and I will mark you as my real mate. Do you want that? A lifetime of hell with me? I moved steps away from him when he uttered the wor
MADELINE'S POV The sun had not even begun to rise when a loud knock echoed at the door. I jolted awake, disoriented and alarmed. The abrupt interruption of my sleep left me uneasy as I stood up to check who was at the door. Two warrior werewolves stood before me. “Miss Madeline, Alpha Konan summons you to the execution hall.” I swallowed hard, the dry sensation in my throat scratching painfully as I followed them. My mind raced in obvious fear. It wasn’t yet dawn, and the majority of the household was still asleep. I had no time to change into anything more suitable; I was still in my nightgown. Upon entering the execution hall, I froze at the sight of a familiar figure on the floor, covered in blotches of blood. Fear gripped me as I approached the body. When I recognized it was Drey, my eyes widened in terror and horror. “Alpha Konan!” I cried out, my voice shrill. “What did he do to deserve this torture? This inhumane treatment?” I knew that speaking out like this was stepping
PETRA'S POV The plan to kill Alpha Konan and Rosaline failed completely, and I still couldn't come to terms with the outcome. Alpha Konan and Rosaline were a threat to my Godfather, the man who rescued me from my near death experience. I had devoted my life to him ever since that night — ten years ago. Naturally every good thing came at a price, and the price was my life. It was one of those many nights when the moon cast its silvery gray glow over Moonshine City Pack. Everything shimmered, and in our little happy home, I still remembered the hearty laugh of my father, the pretty smile of my mother, and the cackles of my baby sister. It was one of the many memories I cherished, but also the ones that haunted me. I still wondered how I survived while watching my family perish before my eyes. The burning of our home, the terrified screams of my family while we were attacked, began my emotional trauma, leading me to my Godfather and turning me into a spy. It was Godfather who int
MADELINE'S POV. I woke up with a sore back and the day was already far spent. Events of the previous night came flooding to my forebrain, aggravating the already present pain in my brain enclosed within the case of bones it occupied. I remembered been escorted to my room by Alpha Konan's guards and I was repeatedly reminded that I was done for and destined to wallow in sorrow. For the first time in my life, I thought of my family and I wished upon them the same pains and agony I was going through. Sleep eluded me and I thought of the torture Alpha Konan subjected Drey to. I hopes he survives the punishment meted out to him and I cried myself to sleep. I noticed alpha Konan's shirt still draped on my body and I instinctively inhaled the familiar scent of musk and cedar. For some reasons, it gave me a sense of security coupled with absolute fear. A subtle knock was heard at the door and I huddled myself together and gave permission to whomever who was at the door to come in.
ALPHA KONAN'S POVAs I neared my study, the scent of something familiar, innocent and sweet, struck me.Madeline. And she was a stark opposite what her scent represented.She just stood outside the door; tense, fidgety, her shoulders slouched. Even in the thin light, I saw the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.I breathed out slowly. I had expected this, this confrontation. I had given the instruction that no one allowed Madeline see godfather. And consider how stubborn she was, she would go see him.Seeing him would only reopen her wounds. Keeping her away was the only way to protect her."I heard you captured him... godfather," she said, her voice strained with frustration.I didn't reply. I reached for the study door and pushed it open. She followed, hot on my pursuit."I need to see him," she said as soon we were inside."No," came my reply.She paused, wide eyed, as if my response had struck her like a gavel striking judgement."Why not?" She retorted.I turned to face her full
ALPHA KONAN'S POV I took a look at Godfather's body, hung upright, his arms stretched above his head. His wrists and ankles were bound in thick, silver chains laced with painful shift serum. The serum was already working its magic as usual, keeping his wolf weak and on the edge of madness, but not enough to let him slip. I stepped closer and took in more of his sorry features. His head dropped forward, his chin, resting just above his chest. He was unconscious. Behind me, Kellan asked. "What do you want to do with him, Alpha?" I didn't take my eyes off the bastard. "Wake him up." Kellan got into action immediately and drove his balled fist hard into the godfather's stomach. A strangled grunt escaped from godfather's throat, his body jerking forward against the chains. His eyes opened slowly, and then realization struck. He struggled against the chains, but they held firm. He just winced, in pain. The serum had seeped deep into his system, making his every movement dr
ALPHA KONAN'S POVRosaline and Dan were in my study, talking about border patrols, pack issues and upcoming new pack agreements, yet none of it truly registered.My mind was somewhere else.I could still feel her warm, supple skin against my own, the way her body arched underneath me as my mouth explored her. Her soft whimpers, her hitching breath. And those hard, reddish peaks that pebbled under my touch—all of her responding to me so perfectly.And the taste of her... so heavenly.I became aroused just replaying the moment I had her squirming under my relentless touch, how I didn't stop even after I pushed her over the edge. The blissful exhaustion in her eyes.Sleeping beside her, in my arms. Waking up to see her eyes flutter open. I had waited so long for this and now that I had experienced this , I was never letting go.A small smile tugged at my lips.She was for real, a dangerous little wolf.Rosaline's voice cleared the fog in my head. I snapped back to the present.I found bo
MADELINE'S POVSilence wrapped around us like a heavy blanket. Alpha Konan collapsed beside me, his bare chest, rising and falling.I watched him from the corner of my eyes. My body still tingled, my mind still spinning from everything that had just happened, but still hungry with need.For a while, neither of us spoke. Not that the silence was uncomfortable.Then, he turned his head to look at me, in a very soft way."Did this just happen?" He murmured more to himself. He let out a slow breath. "This is like a dream come true."I didn't know what to say. A part of me couldn't believe it either.Then, he shifted onto his side, facing me fully. "I have done grave things to you, things that scarred you. Forgiving me won't be easy, but I want to try, one step at a time, I will fix things. I will treat you rightly, the way I should have done from the start."I swallowed nothing, unsure on how to respond. This honesty...his openness."About Damien—"He hushed me gently before I could finis
ALPHA KONAN'S POVI carried her towards the bed and sat down, placing her comfortably, on my crotch, straddling me.She began to gyrate slowly and softly on my crotch. Even through the fabric of my pants, I could feel how wet she was, how badly she needed me.And then her hands found the hem of my shirt, and she pulled it over my head, exposing my chest.She stopped gyrating.Her fingers trembled as she traced her soft, small fingers over my chest, feeling the hard planes of the muscles. Her touch was featherlight, as if she was trying to memorize every inch of me.In turn, I unzipped her dress and let it fall to a pool on her waist, leaving her with only the flimsy lacy underwear.Oh Moon Goddess...What I saw!That only made me want to take my time with her.She wore no bra. Her naked full breast with protruding hardened nipples called to me."You are beautiful," I complimented, watching her through hooded eyes.Her lips parted as if she had something to say, but she said nothing.I
ALPHA KONAN'S POV My eyes widened in shock. "What?! I exclaimed softly. What did you just say? Madeline stared at me. Her once innocent eyes were now wild and desperate. A hunger burned in them— a hunger that mirrored my own. "You heard me, Alpha Konan," she murmured with a hoarse voice filled with urgency. "Claim me!" I curled and uncurled my fist beside me. Every fiber of my being scorched, my control stretching impossibly thin. "I think I will go insane if you don't," she exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "I want your lips on mine, your hands on my skin. I ache for you," she said raspily. Shudder racked through me. Did she even understand what she was asking? What kind of beast she was unleashing? Elyan surged forward. Feral. Restless. But this was happening too fast. "Are you sure about this, Madeline?" My voice was low and guttural. She didn't hesitate to reply. "I have never been more sure of anything, Alpha Konan." This wasn't enough
ALPHA KONAN'S POVThe journey to Crescent Pack is now confirmed, Rosaline said. Everything is in place.I just gave her a knowing, short nod.Sera's memory has improved faster than we expected, compared to the last time I reported to you.That was a relief, but I stayed silent.Also, Godfather now pressurizes Sera to bring him the new pack agreement. He can't wait much longer.I released a slow breath, reached into my desk drawer, and pulled out the document, then slid it to her. She picked it up and went through the pages. A slight frown emerged. "Are you giving Godfather the original agreement?" she asked."Yes," I replied.She lifted her gaze, scrutinizing me. "You are actually giving it to her?"I rested my back on my seat. "She needs something real. Something with Oceanwolf Pack seal. Godfather should never suspect anything. If not, he will tear through every lie she tells. He needs to believe Sera is not compromised. The more he trusts her, the more reckless he will become."Ro
MADELINE'S POVThe moment we were far enough from Alpha Konan, I yanked my hands away from Damien's grip.He stopped, tilting his head with a mockingly amused expression. "That's a weird way to say thank you," he mused."Thank you? For what?""For saving you from that conversation with Alpha Konan," he said smoothly. "I saw how much you wanted to get away from him. Now you need to make it up to me. We have a lot of catching up to do."I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "What do you want, Uncle Damien?""A date," he blurted.I blinked. "A what?""A d-a-t-e," he stressed, as if I had difficulty hearing. "We are going to have a date, in public, where the whole pack sees us. His eyes shining with mischief. I want us both to be a thing."A laugh bubbled up from my throat. I shook my head, letting it spill out, filled with ridicule."That can never happen between us Uncle Damien. We can never be a thing."I turned on my heel, ready to walk away."If that's all, then I—But then he spoke, and his w
MADELINE’S POVRelief settled in my chest. I wasn’t the only one Alpha Konan had summoned. Rosaline, Dan, a few high-ranking warriors, and the pack elders were all here. That meant this meeting wasn't personal, but important. I exhaled quietly. At least it wouldn’t just be me and him.Still, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting toward him. He looked… different. His sharp, commanding face was rougher, etched with deep worry lines, and he lacked the composure he always carried. Then my gaze moved lower.His left hand was wrapped in bandages, messily done, with only his fingers peeking out. The rumor floated through my mind—the one about him losing control, destroying things. Maybe it was true. Maybe he had really spiraled, hopefully not because of me.My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms. Whatever pain he was feeling now, it was nothing compared to what he put me through. And yet… my wolf didn’t listen to reason. My heart did its own thing, tugging in a way I wished