Prologue(Riley's POV) I woke up to a sharp pain in my abdomen. I knew what was happening; Ryker was doing it again. He was cheating on me with another woman. I rolled off the bed, my hands circling around my stomach. The wave of pain passed through me again, and I screamed out, my hands remaining on my stomach as if to shield my unborn child. I groaned, crawling for the door. "Help!" I screamed, but my voice came out hoarse. The pain came again, worse than ever before, and I cried out. "Please... please stop Ryker; you are hurting me," I begged, even if I knew he wasn't here or listening. A strange kind of fear filled me, one I always felt before things went completely wrong, and I was afraid it would now. My child was only one month old, and he 'knew' I was pregnant for him. I crawled for the door, my breaths coming out in pants, my whole body drenched in sweat. The pain wouldn't stop; it only got worse, and I couldn't go any further. In here, no one heard my cries
Growing up, there are so many stories I hear about rejections, the pain that comes with it, and then the sense of loss, like something was missing. I knew what was coming, and I was prepared, even as I said the words."I, Riley Kaidon, accept your rejection," I respond, and that gave him a pause. Of course, he doesn't expect me to accept his rejection so easily; every female is dying to be the Alpha's mate, and I had been one of them till I discovered that he wasn't as charming as my thoughts had painted him to be.I felt the pain, just as I had anticipated. It's a different kind of pain, one that is deep within, but what I do not feel is the loss.How could you lose what you never had?It was over. All my dreams of finding a mate had all come to nothing. I was given the monster as a mate, and he had used me, taken from me, only to dump me like trash. I couldn't stay in this pack any longer; I had to leave."Banish me from this pack; I no longer see the use of remaining.""Oh no, Rile
The Mating Ball. (Riley's POV) Ryker sat with his mate, and I was to sit besides him, close enough to hear him whisper the same words he had told me to her, close enough to see him kiss her, close enough to hear her soft moans as his hands disappeared beneath her dress, but that wasn't the worst part of this all; the worst part was having to see my mother, refilling his cup like the servant he wanted everyone to know she was. All I felt was anger, burning fury. I turned away from them, focusing on keeping my breath steady. "You work slugglishly, old woman," Ryker said to my mother, she had pretended not to hear that as she refilled his glass for what seemed as the hundredth time. My mother glanced at me, her eyes a warning, begging me to stay still and not do anything crazy, and it took everything in me to seat still. "You forgot to refill mine," Zara said to my mother, and of course, my mother did refill hers, muttering a silent appology which wasn't even due. Zara
(Riley's POV) There was a lot running through my mind, but I couldn't stop myself as I let my lips move against his, his hands raked through my hair, and I let him touch me in more intimate ways. His kiss was unlike anything I had ever felt; it was like a breath of fresh air and, at the same time suffocating. I felt everything and nothing; the electricity rolling down my frame had nothing to do with a mate bond; it did have everything to do with the fallen angel standing before me. No, he was no angel, maybe quite the opposite, but he did have the looks of a Greek god. Finally he pulled away, and I was left panting, wanting more, my lips all swollen. What the hell just happened, and why is Alpha Thane calling me his mate when I was sure I wasn't his? From the look he gave me, he knew that too. "Pretend," he whispered in my ear, low enough for only me to hear. Pretend?. He meant I should go along with this. Why would I do that? , why... My trail of thoughts was cut off.
(Riley's POV) Everything about Alpha Thane screamed sexuality: the way he walked, his height, his look, his lips- oh, those very beautiful lips, and the way those lips had formed out my name. Never had I thought my name could sound that sexy and enticing... Also the last thing I should be thinking about right now was how sexy he was. . He was right though; if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't need to go through all that stress to get it done; he only needed to do it right there in the mating ball. After all, they were known for just that, so it wouldn't exactly be a surprise, and not many would care about the fact that I was killed; my mother would, though. "Then what do you want?" "I want you to come with me, as my mate," he answered, as if that were the simplest and most obvious thing. "What?" "I guess you heard me clearly, and you need a while to process it." "No, I do not need a while; I am not your mate; I know that; you know that; and I cannot leave my pack a
(Riley's POV) It didn't make sense. That Alpha Thain of the Nightshade pack had chosen me; I had so much to gain—my mother's freedom, 'my freedom', and wealth—lots of it. It felt almost too good to be true. He had told me that he never made any deals in which he had nothing to gain, but I can't imagine what he had to gain from being mated to me. Yet, his promises had been mouth-watering, every single word, and I knew he was right. I knew I would agree to his terms, whatever they might be, as long as my mother was free. He was not a gentleman; he had told me just that, and that was the one thing I believed. After the little conversation, he had left me here all alone, to think about his proposal. No, he didn't bother escorting me back to the ball where he had taken me; he was letting me know, even from the little gestures, what kind of a man he was. When he meant he wanted me as a mate for a period of time, did that involve intimacy? Maybe it didn't; maybe I just had to play
(Riley's POV) I didn't know what my mother had against Alpha Thane and his father, but she had agreed to come with me after I had persuaded her. I had to tell her what Ryker had wanted me to be—a little pet for him—and that was all she needed to finally change her mind. Though she didn't like this idea and I knew it, we both knew we had no other choices, and I would rather die than leave my mother here. She helped me pack up. I had only a few things; I picked out only the important things, and a single bag was enough to contain my stuff. . Alpha Ryker walked into my room, not bothering to knock. "You know it is very unappropriate to walk into a lady's room without knocking, right?" I questioned, and my mother gave me a questioning look, but this time I didn't listen. "Now the true Riley shows herself; I knew you had all that pent-up anger in you for a long time; I actually expected you to slip in the mating ball last night, and I am totally surprised you didn't." "That's
(Riley's POV) I hadn't realized I stood there, staring at him. Finally recovering from the momentarily drool, I walked into Ryker's office. "I believe you are ready and packed, Riley." "Yes, Alpha," I said, a moment too late. "Call me Thane," he says, his burning gaze on me, and in that moment, I forgot about Ryker in the office with us. "Just as I had promised you, your mother is free, and she will come with us," he says. My mouth fell open in surprise. That quickly? Ten years of slavery had ended in just minutes. He was right; there was only a little he could not do, and I couldn't help but wonder what he had done to make Ryker give in. "I would be waiting in the car; pick up your things and join me; your mother would be transported to my pack tomorrow; and not to worry, she is already a free woman," Thane said, his eyes slipping from mine to Ryker's. I wasn't the only one affected by Thane's piercing gaze; I noticed how uncomfortable it made Ryker too, and I know he
“It doesn’t have to be this way, you know.” He says. “We don’t have to be this distant.”“I don't get what you're trying to say.”“It could be just the two of us, no fighting, no whores, just us — as mates.”I was silent. He was offering me a life as his mate and his Luna, when we didn’t have to hate each other. Cas would have wanted this; this would have been to her a dream come true, but I didn’t know if this was what I wanted.Maybe I was afraid. Alexander was a charmer, no doubt committing to a man like him could never end well. What if this all turned out to be another game to him? What if breaking my heart was his master plan?Yet, a small part of me lusted after something… different, something new, but then there was the other part—the other part that told me love was never meant for me.“No. It can’t. What happened tonight doesn’t change a thing. I only agreed to this to prove my point, but… You are better off with your whores; things are better off left how they had been.”“Y
He took off his clothes, all the while, his eyes remained on me. He grasped my hair, motioning for me to rise, his grip almost painful.“I can walk.” I said, not liking his grip on my hair.“I know that, but I like this better,” He threw me onto the bed. “Now bend, with your ass in the air.”I turned red.It was a challenge, one he believed I would back out from. This time, I won’t. Slowly I moved to position. His hands trailed down my back, and then round to grasp onto my breast firmly, and I stilled.“Afraid?”“Fuck you.”“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He held onto my hair, tight. “Go a bit lower, my little slut.”Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. I wouldn’t cry; he wouldn’t break me.I gasped for breath when he thrust into me, hard. His punishment.“Tight.” He whispered. “Just how small is he?” He wondered aloud; his next thrust was even harder, and he pounded on, going deeper, and then he paused.I could smell the blood. “Now you know.” I whispered, “I’ve never b
I shoved Aric away, quickly putting some distance between us.Alexander’s gaze met mine, and I thought I saw a look of betrayal on his face before his emotionless mask returned.“Leave.” I said to Aric.“No,” he replied, his eyes also fixed on the Alpha King, his fists clenched.“Get out!” I growled at him, and He gave me a long look before walking away, glancing once more at Alexander on his way out.“Is not what you think…” I began.“So you weren’t about to fuck your beta in our room?” he asked, his voice calm, a different type of calm. The dangerous type.“No, I wasn’t going to do that.”“Lies.” He says, “All lies. I thought you were better than that, Kaida. I did remember making a deal with you; you cannot fuck another man while you are in this pack; that was my rule, and in exchange your ‘conditions’ would be met.”“Aric and I are just friends.”“Friends don’t fuck each other, Kaida. Now tell me, do you prefer older men?”Things had finally started falling into place; my life her
I had always wanted this; I dreamt about it so many times that it felt surreal now. I dreamt about killing them over and over again.“It must be hard having just one eye left to see with.” He pleaded some more. “You know, you did leave some scars too. I would spend the rest of my life with them, so it’s only fair that I, Kaida Dawn, be the last person you will ever see.”I slashed at his eyes, and his scream grew louder. Soon his cries turned into whimpers.“Just kill me, he pleaded. Please, just kill me.”“Not yet.” I whispered.“I… am—no better than a—” he paused to take in a shaky breath. “I am no better than a dead man… Just kill me and end the torment.”“End the torment? Where is the fun in that?” I asked, and he broke down in tears. “Oh baby, don’t cry, little kitten; no one is going to hurt you. I mean, you didn’t really think you would go scot-free after what you’ve done, did you?”“Please…”“Okay, no more begging; how about we take your tongue next?”“No… no… please!”Begging
Trigger Warning: The following chapters contain themes of trauma. Read with caution!I followed Alexander down the dungeons.The rogue had been chained up in one of the dungeon rooms.“They will come after you—the rogues; they will become your biggest enemy.” He threatens Alexander, but I could see the fear in his eyes; he knew his death was near.“Then let them come.” Alexander responded.“Is the bitch even worth it? The amount of lives that would be lost?”“Careful, she decides your life now and you wouldn’t want to make things any worse.” He paused, “If there can be anything considered as ‘worse’ in your case.”“You can’t do this… Please, I beg you, I can make you a deal.”“I hate rogues—they are barbaric, untrustworthy, and cunning creatures. I think I’ll pass on that one.”Alexander left me alone with the rogue.“Do you remember me now?” I asked him.“I don’t know who the fuck you are.” He lied through his teeth.“Pity. I’ll help you remember.”The room had been furnished with an
The moment we were alone in our room, I placed my dagger at his throat.“I warned you. I told you if you tried playing games with what I told you, I was going to kill you.”I pushed the dagger against his throat, nicking him, and a thin line of blood rolled down his neck and disappeared beneath his clothing.“Then kill me, Kaida.”“Don’t tempt me.” I warned.“You cannot kill me, not even if you want to. You have me in this position because I choose to let it be.”In a flash, he had somehow managed to flip me around so I had my back against his chest, his hand wrapped around mine, and now the dagger was at my own throat. He was stronger than me; I hated times when I got reminded of that.He held me closer; I could feel him against my ass, strong and hard.“If I wanted you in this position—in other, more… interesting positions, I wouldn’t have a problem making it happen. You don’t threaten me; you might be my mate, but I am still your king.” He whispered in my ear before letting me go.
KAIDA’S POVThe days went by in a blur, and I found myself preferring staying indoors.The knock on the door was expected; it should be Aric. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in days. I walked to the door and pulled it open.I couldn’t hide the disappointment written on my face when I saw a Nightshade soldier standing by the door.“Can I help you?” I asked when he didn’t speak up.He had tried to cover up his little flaw, but I caught him staring. I wasn’t fully clothed, and of course he was unsettled by the scars—at least the portion he could see.“Luna.” He bows. The Alpha requests your presence in the meeting room.”“Wait.” I told him before I returned to my room, got dressed in my usual black pants and long-sleeved shirt, I followed him.“Is he alone?” I asked.“No… he has company.” The soldier replied.The moment I entered the meeting room, I caught a strangely familiar scent. No, this was not from Alexander.I looked around the room; some of the advisors were seated, and also Alph
“I will be willing to answer every one of your questions.” He replied eagerly.“Good. I hear that your pack is also in alliance with the… rogues.”He looked up at me, clearly about to deny but thought better of it.“Yes. Alpha. But you know how much rogues hate packs and their laws. They would not let themselves be involved in any other pack matters.”“I didn’t ask because I need their alliance. Some years back, you told me a story of a boy who was found burnt to death—this boy was from your pack.”“Yes, he was. His father was a Captain. He did well in his service before he retired. That had been around the time his son was killed. The fire might not have been the cause of his death—that’s what the healers said.”“What was his name?”“I can’t remember—I think it was… Eli… Eliott.”“Eliott.” I repeated. It does make sense that the boy hadn’t told them his full name.“What interest does the Alpha have with this lowly deceased boy?”“His death interests me. Do you know this man?” I said,
ALEXANDER’S POVMy stubborn little mate slept on the couch, I watched her. One would think being the daughter of an Alpha meant she was to be protected. She should have been protected.I also thought her story was a bit similar to one I had heard before.As dawn broke, I rose from my bed. Her eyes snapped open; she was very sensitive to sounds and also a light sleeper.“I’ll be back early today.” I informed her.“Whatever.” She muttered before rolling over; I had a fine view of her ass, which was considerably bigger than many girls I had been with or… noticed. I remembered exactly how she had looked naked. Scars marked her body: one across her chest, another extending to her hip, two on her back, and one tracing up her collarbone. I was furious seeing those scars; I didn’t think they were repulsive to look at, but I hated the fact that someone had put her through pain. I looked away, heading to the bathroom.My type—what exactly was my type?Once I had thought she wasn’t that, I thoug