Tears piled up in my eyes, as I stood at the balcony clenching my fist against the cold iron rail, my whole being was trembling so badly as I watched the sleek Royal Blue GTR gliding into the driveway. The more I stared, the more my heart kept beating like it might come off my rib cage. I wish I could do something but I just stood there helpless, I'm only a weak wolf, I haven't even had my first full-form transformation.
I didn't need to be informed about what might happen, I already knew something was about to unfold again and that only made my heart ache in pain. The car door slowly pushed open and Damian stepped out, Damian is the Beta to the Alpha of our pack, he was still as breathtaking as always, in his corporate suit, with his muscular broad build. Damian and I were fated mates and we were so much in love with each other but a few months into our marriage he had changed so much, I never for once fell out of love with everything I admired so much about him, but he seemed to forget everything about me, he might soon even forget I existed. Just as these thoughts were swirling in my head the passenger door to the car swung open and she walked out. Lilian, my half-sister, the last of my father. It was like a knife was dug deep down into my heart. She turned around the car and curled her arms around Damian's neck. She pulled him closer, making them only a breath away from each other. without warning their lips clashed they kissed deeply, their tongue exploring each other, while Damian's hand kept moving on Lilian's butt, their lips locked for seconds and for these seconds I felt I might pass away, it was as if the oxygen coming into my lungs seized at that moment, the cup in my hands I didn't even know when I broke it hoping to make the pain stop. She looked up and our eyes met, a satisfactory devilish smile played on her lip. That smile... it was as though she was daring me to do something, anything. But I just stood there, frozen, I couldn't even move the pain from the mark Damian's action had placed on me mentally was overwhelming, I have had to suffer this every time Damian is with another lady. I was still starring watching helplessly as Damian pecked Lilian on her forehead "I wish you were my fated mate unlike the weak wolf one the moon goddess gave to me as a burden" Damian whispered to her loud enough that I could hear them, bead of sweat formed on my forehead, as Lilian chuckled lightly. "I love your blonde short hair", Damian said again and pecked her hair, I could hear Lilian giggling at his words "I prefer your light shimmering skin, your brown eye, to that of your pathetic sister." he said again, "Lilian I want you forever in my life," he whispered to her and she giggled so loud that it irritated my digestive tract "I will forever be here for you Damian, you can reject her and mark me as your new mate," Lilian said with a devilish satisfied smile playing on her face. I have seen Damian cheat on me with so many female wolves, countless! but I never imagined that one day it would be with my blood sister. I had expected another lady, maybe just another person but Lilian, I looked down as the tears that had piled up in my eye all along finally streamed down freely, my heart was burning in pain, and I couldn't contain them. My whole body was trembling. I wish I could react but I just couldn't. This was the weakest I have ever seen myself. I am just a broken wolf who thinks she can get her cheating mate back. I watched in pain as they both made their way into the mansion holding onto each other's hands. I turned and walked into the house with the pain weighing heavy in my heart, I heard their laughter so loud downstairs that I was curious to know why they were laughing so loud. Maybe they wanted me to hear them, so I hid behind the pillar, eavesdropping on what was so funny to them. “Tonight my love is probably the best night of my life since I became a wolf. I’ll mark you and make you and you will be my mate.” He said to her, caressing her face with one hand and his other hands wrapped around her waist. “But what about my sister Annabel, what are you going to do about her?” Lilian asked. Expecting Damian to turn her down showing a little respect to me, “What about her?, I do not recognise her as my mate, she can't even transform into her wolf form” walking away from Lilian grip his face filled with disgust just by the mention of my name, seeing this I burst into silent tears as I couldn't afford them to hear me. “What will the elders say?” Lilian asked him eager to make sure she got into no trouble. “Lilian I will mark you tonight do not worry” he said reassuring her with a smile as he kissed her. Quickly I ran back upstairs, my heart broken trying to hold back my tears knowing they would be watching me while I ran. As I got into my room I sat down weakly on my bed. I was broken, frustrated, and rejected. This wasn't the Damian I used to love. I remember how excited we were when we both found out we were fated mates. I was so excited and couldn't wait for him to express his authority on me by marking me as it was a tradition that when you are matched with your fated mates you must be marked. I remember him promising to love me even if I didn't have my full transformation forever. But he has changed so much and that made me wonder if the moon goddess was asleep when they matched us together or maybe she didn't approve of the mating. I stared at a picture on the wall. It was a picture we both took while we were in high school, but this was our past, we were far from this now, right now we were strangers living under the same roof sharing with different women one after the other without regard for me. I remember begging him on my knees the first day I had caught him cheating on me, because of how much the mark burns. but he acted so unemotional as he kept repeating it over and over till it became his routine. I sat on my bed deep in thought, different thoughts crossing my mind. I don't think I could take it anymore. “Annabel, you deserve better,” I said to myself amidst my tears and “the only way to get a better life is to leave the toxic one you are in.” I made up my mind to ask Damian for a rejection. I wish I could just reject him myself but I was a woman who was mated to a Beta, a female wolf can't do a rejection as she is the one being marked and that pains me so much. I stood to my feet and walked into his room by now Lilian was gone. Damian was there in his room pulling off his shirt, I stood at the door, “Damian I need to talk to you” I said in a low tone even though I was resolved for divorce there was still this side of me that felt so vulnerable around him. He turned to me with a cold stare “What is it now Annabel?” He asked, his voice filled with annoyance and irritation. He wasn't even hiding it. There was a moment of silence, I couldn't find my words, I never imagined that one day I would have to say this to the man I once loved the most in the world. I finally put my mind together “I want you to reject me” I finally blurted out Damian turned to stare at me in surprise, as if he had heard the wrong thing, and then almost immediately he burst out laughing, his laughter echoing through the walls of the room. “A rejection?” He asked, still gasping from his laughter, “Don't crack jokes with me, I'm not in the mood, just leave,” he said nonchalantly like what I had said meant nothing. Does he really think I'm kidding? I thought to myself before speaking again “I mean my words Damian I want you to reject me”. He turned to me as if now realizing the depth of my words a devilish smile played on his face. “I will never do anything like that” he started his tone now turning cold, He walked towards me standing just a few inches from me, his brow furrowing into a frown “Annabel, do you have any idea what I love the most in the world?” he asked, the evil grin still playing on his face. I shook my head, having no idea what he was talking about. He moved closer to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Watching you suffer Annabel, I love to see that mark burn” he whispered in my ear I flinched at the statement, I never expected that word from him, it just broke the little resolve I had left and I was ready to speak for myself “If you hate me that much then let me go, reject me and stop making me suffer” I screamed in tears at the peak of my voice “No I won't Annabel you will stay here in this marriage while you watch me with other female wolves” he said in a loud tone his voice laced with hatred and with that, he stormed out of the room. A sudden bitter smile played on my face and I wiped the tears on my face. Wow, maybe I have been a lovebird for too long. We will see about that Damian, If we both sleep around then I won't be the one suffering for your infidelity Damian I thought inwardly with a smirk, then walked to my room. Am done sucking and crying my ass off on a man that cares less about me. It's time to unlock a new part of me. I concluded my mind was made up. I took a long refreshing shower, and after that, I brought out a short red gown and slipped into it. The gown was as revealing as I wanted it, then I paired it with black heels. I packed my hair into a messy bun, put on red lipstick, a little foundation, and a few drops of concealer which I dapped evenly on my face to cover the swollen eyes I developed over the years from crying every night and put on enough Jasmin noir Bvlgari scented perfume. I looked at myself for the very last time in the mirror and a smirk played on my face the night is still pretty young let's rock the night Annabel I said like the last encouragement for what I was about to do. I headed downstairs entered my car then drove off to one of the most elite clubs, Quillox here in the busy street of New York, as I walked into the club I could feel the stare of different male wolves staring at me, some stared like they could rip my gown just by looking at me. It won't be hard to find nasty prey since it's the heat period, but I haven't started yet that was little to care about first I walk towards the bar “a glass of ‘Don't Want To Sleep Tonight’ please,” I said to the bartender who only stared at me in amazement “ok, ma'am.”I stared into the glass before me, the amber liquid reflecting my broken gaze. The bartender's voice cut through the haze, "Is everything alright?"His question hung in the air, unanswered, as I downed another shot, the burning sensation in my throat barely registering anymore. I chuckled, a sound devoid of humor, "Yeah, I'm good, but right now I need to drown my pains away." My eyes locked onto his, the edges of my vision blurred by alcohol, yet the sharp edge of seduction in my tone was unmistakable.He hesitated, clearly torn between his concern and the boundaries of his job. “But you don’t seem good, Ms…?”“Ms. Annabel,” I replied, my name rolling off my tongue like it belonged to someone else.“Okayy… so will you maybe let out what could be troubling you that has got you to almost finishing a bottle of this…” He lifted the bottle, examining the label as if it held answers. “...70% alcoholic drink without even mixing it with anything.”I sighed, rolling my eyes as I reached for th
I couldn't have enough of him. I was exhausted and sore, but I didn't mind. I did not want to sleep. I wanted the pains. I wished he were always with me. His weight rested on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in even more. I wanted to see his face. I wanted his sweat to drop on me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I had never done it before. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I was creating something. I grasped him and slid him in. He felt something deeper in me. I'll never forget this. I was in command, which he appreciated. I held his hands down. He acted as though he was attempting to escape. I touched his face with my tits. He lost his mind and bucked. He tore me apart. I applied pressure. It was unbelievable to me. He flicked a finger over my buttocks. It was me that did it to him. Heaved and lifted. It was unbelievable to me. It went on forever, and so did the new things. He took action. I made a copy of him. I took action. He carried it out agai
My breath quickened. No, this can’t be real. Damian must never hear about this, I must find a way to hide this from him.Elijah was more than just a figure in the family. He was a taboo, a name spoken in hushed tones. Growing up, I’d only heard whispers about him—some called him a rogue alpha, others claimed he’d been involved in dark rituals. And here he was, sitting opposite me, his presence heavy with implications.My mind raced. How could I have been so careless?I needed to get away, to distance myself from him and this horrible mistake. I tried to get out of bed, but my legs gave way, sending me tumbling to the floor. Elijah was by my side in an instant, his hand reaching out to help me. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.I flinched at his touch, pulling away as if I’d been burned. “I—I need to take a shower,” I stammered, scrambling to my feet and rushing to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.How could I have
I stood there, my breath uneven, as Elijah’s words echoed in my mind. I couldn’t let this continue. I needed answers. “Why aren’t you afraid?” I blurted out, my voice trembling but determined. “What if people find out about us? About what happened?”Elijah, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, seemed completely unbothered. “Afraid?” He smirked, the corner of his lips curling up. “Of what? The family’s reputation? Their precious honor?” He pushed off the wall and took a step toward me, his eyes dark with amusement. “Annabel, I couldn’t care less about the family’s reputation. In fact, I’d enjoy watching them squirm.”His words sent a chill down my spine. How could he be so cold, so uncaring? “What do you want from me, Elijah?” My voice was barely above a whisper, desperate for a way out. “What can I do to be free of you?”He looked at me, his expression suddenly serious. “Free of me?” His tone was almost mocking. “Annabel, this… whatever it is between us… it ends when I deci
The night was cold, and the wind howled through the trees as I made my way down the deserted road. My footsteps echoed on the pavement, the sound too loud in the eerie silence that surrounded me. I pulled my coat tighter around me, shivering, but not from the cold—from the dread building in my chest.Elijah’s message haunted me, a silent threat that gnawed at my insides. It’s time. Meet me.I hadn’t wanted to go. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, to run far away from this dark path I had put myself on. But Elijah had a pull on me, one I didn’t fully understand. Something deeper than the attraction I had felt the night before. He knew too much. He had too much power over me, and now, I wasn’t sure if I could escape him.I reached the edge of the town, the outskirts where the city lights faded into darkness. It was the same place we had met the night before—the bar now a looming shadow behind me as I approached the spot where Elijah had said he would wait.The moon hung low
I could feel the weight of Elijah’s eyes on me as we drove through the empty streets. The silence between us was thick, the tension suffocating, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I stared out the window, my mind reeling from everything that had happened in the last few hours.Damian’s words echoed in my head, sharp and cruel: You’ve made your choice. But had I? Had I really chosen this—Elijah, the lies, the betrayal? Or was it just a consequence of everything falling apart?My heart clenched as I thought of Damian, of the way his face had twisted with anger and pain. He had always been cold, distant, but in those moments, there had been something raw and broken about him. I had never seen him like that, and I didn’t know how to process it.The car slowed as Elijah pulled into the long, winding driveway that led to his estate—a place I had never been but had heard whispered about. The looming mansion came into view, its dark, gothic architecture casting shadows that stretched out
The house was too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of wind against the windows set my nerves on edge. I paced the room, my mind racing as I replayed the scene with Elijah. He had left so suddenly, his expression unreadable, his body language tense. Something had changed, and it terrified me that I didn’t know what.I stood by the window, staring out at the long driveway, the faint glow of the moon illuminating the path Elijah had taken when he stormed out. My heart was still pounding in my chest, the adrenaline from our confrontation lingering in my veins. I should have felt relief that he was gone, even if only temporarily. But I didn’t. His absence only made the weight of my situation sink in deeper.What was I supposed to do now?A part of me wanted to run, to escape while I had the chance. But where would I go? Damian’s house was no longer a home to me. And even if I went back, would it be any better than the prison I was in now? Damian’s anger was unpredictab
The door slammed shut behind Elijah, and the tension in the room seemed to coil tighter, suffocating me. Damian stood frozen, staring at the door with a look that sent chills down my spine. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still clenched into tight fists at his sides. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak.For a moment, I thought he might break the silence, that maybe he’d turn and walk away. But then his gaze snapped to me, wild and unhinged, as if I were the one responsible for everything spiraling out of control.“You’re really going to let him control you?” Damian’s voice was raw, bitter, and laced with something darker, something almost desperate. “After everything we’ve been through, you choose him?”I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I didn’t choose—”“Yes, you did,” Damian spat, cutting me off. “You chose him the moment you crawled into his bed. You let him mark you. And now, you’re trapped. Is that what you wanted, Annabel? To be someone else’s prisoner?”The accusation