Calvin
There are no words to describe how much I hate her.
Every time I look at her, it boils inside me, this burning rage that never dies. I thought I knew her once. I thought she was a good friend, someone I could trust. We grew up together—me, Sherelle, and her. We were inseparable, or so I thought. But all along, she was nothing but a manipulative, disgusting bitch who wanted to destroy my happiness.
I can’t stand the sight of her. I hate everything about her. The way she looks at me with those wide, innocent blue eyes, like she’s done nothing wrong. Like she hasn’t ripped my life apart. The way she whimpers and shakes when I touch her, pretending she’s the victim when she’s the one who killed Sherelle. My Sherelle. My mate. My love.
I don’t just hate her—I despise her. And I take pleasure in seeing her suffer. Every bruise, every scream, every tear—it’s justice. It’s what she deserves. I enjoy making her life a living hell, watching the light drain from her eyes as she realizes no one will save her, no one will believe her. She’s nothing. Less than nothing. And I’ll make sure she pays for every second of Sherelle’s death with every breath she takes.
I didn’t always think this way. There was a time when I thought Kamrynn was a friend, someone I could rely on. We were close as kids, me, her, and Sherelle. I never imagined she was capable of the kind of evil she’s shown. But the truth always comes out, doesn’t it? The moment Sherelle became Luna, Kamrynn showed her true colors. Jealous, conniving, and twisted.
I thought she loved her sister. I thought she cared. But no. The moment Sherelle was carrying my child, Kamrynn’s jealousy poisoned her. She couldn’t stand to see us happy, to see us build a future together. So, she took it all away. She killed Sherelle in cold blood. She murdered my child before he ever had a chance to take his first breath.
And I’ll never forgive her for it.
The day Sherelle died still haunts me. It was supposed to be a normal day—she was out walking with Kamrynn, pregnant with our son. The guard was with them. Everything was fine. But then Kamrynn returned, covered in blood, screaming like she had no idea what had happened. Sherelle’s body was nowhere to be found. The guard swore he saw Kamrynn attack her, saw her kill Sherelle with his own eyes. And then, he mysteriously died, and Sherelle’s body vanished.
I had to bury an empty coffin.
Every day since then, I’ve been tormented by the fact that I don’t even know where Sherelle’s body is. That’s what keeps me up at night. Kamrynn refuses to say where she’s hidden it, no matter how much I beat her, no matter how much I make her suffer. She won’t break. But I don’t need to kill her. That would be too easy. She deserves to live with the pain she’s caused. She deserves to suffer, to feel the weight of her crimes for the rest of her miserable life.
She took Sherelle from me. She took my child, the future of this Pack. So, she’ll replace him. It’s the only reason I haven’t torn her apart with my own hands. She will give me another child, and once she does, her fate will be so much worse than anything she’s endured so far. She’ll beg for death, but I won’t let it near her.
I hate having to touch her. She disgusts me. But she looks so much like Sherelle that it’s almost unbearable sometimes. Every time I take her, I see Sherelle’s face in hers, and it makes my blood boil. But this is necessary for the future of the Pack. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, no matter how much I hate her. Once she gives me a child, I’ll have no more use for her.
As I head back from the meeting, I spot the doctor leaving the hallway that leads to Kamrynn’s room. My brow furrows in confusion. The doctor? Why would she be here? Kamrynn’s taken plenty of beatings and she’s never needed a doctor before. She’s resilient, I’ll give her that. She’s taken everything I’ve thrown at her and she’s survived.
So why is the doctor here now?
A suspicion forms in my mind, one I hadn’t considered before. Something urgent must have happened. Something… like pregnancy.
My heart races at the thought. Could it be?
I head straight for the room, the idea swirling in my mind. If she’s pregnant, everything changes. I’ll finally have my child. And then, when the baby is born, I can make Kamrynn’s life an even greater hell. She’ll beg for death, but I won’t give it to her. I’ll keep her alive just to see her suffer more.
As I enter the room, I immediately notice the sheets. Fresh. Changed. And Lysaa is here. My suspicions grow. Kamrynn has taken beatings before—she never needed her sheets changed after a few bruises. Something is different. Something is wrong.
"Alpha," Lysaa greets me with a bow, her voice calm, steady but there's an edge to it. Something is going on here.
I narrow my eyes. "Leave."
She dips her head quickly and scurries out of the room like the coward she is. The second the door closes behind her, my gaze falls on the woman chained to the bed.
Kamrynn.
I step closer, and as I do, I see her body tense. She’s terrified. Good. She should be. My suspicion grows as I watch her shift uncomfortably, her face pale, her hands trembling. I stare at her for a long moment, and then the question spills from my lips.
"Are you pregnant?"
Her entire body goes rigid, and for a brief second, I see the panic in her eyes before she hides it. My lips curl into a sneer. She’s hiding something.
“Answer me, bitch. Are you carrying my child?” I demand, stepping closer to her.
She shakes her head, her voice barely a whisper. "I’m… I’m not pregnant."
"Liar," I hiss. I lean over her, my hands gripping the edge of the bed. "Don’t you dare lie to me."
"I’m not!" she cries, flinching as I move closer. "I swear, I’m not pregnant."
I narrow my eyes, studying her face. She’s good at this. She’s been lying to me for months, hiding Sherelle’s body, hiding the truth. I’ve beaten her, tortured her, done all sorts of things but she’s never cracked. Never broken. But this time… this time she might have slipped.
"Then why was the doctor here?" I ask, my voice low and menacing. "Why did she come if you’re so fine?"
Kamrynn’s lips tremble as she swallows hard. "I… I couldn’t breathe," she says, her voice shaking. "From the… the broken rib."
I don’t believe her. Not for a second. She’s hiding something, and I’ll drag it out of her one way or another. I lean in closer, my face inches from hers.
"Don’t lie to me, you stupid pig," I growl. "Tell me the truth. Now."
Her eyes meet mine, and for a split second, I think I see something—something flicker in her gaze—but then she speaks. "I’m not pregnant," she says firmly, her voice steadier now. "I’m not."
I search her face, my eyes narrowing. She’s too calm. Too sure. There’s no sign of a lie, but there’s also no relief in her voice. It’s almost like… she doesn’t care.
I grit my teeth, my frustration boiling over. I raise my hand and smack her hard across the face. Her head snaps to the side, and a red mark blooms on her cheek almost immediately.
"Are you even capable of having children?" I snarl. "I’ve been fucking you for nine months straight and nothing. Maybe the Moon Goddess is punishing you for your crimes, making you barren."
She stays silent, not even daring to look up at me.
"I don’t care how you do it," I say, my voice dripping with venom. "You will give me a child. You’ll replace the one you killed."
She doesn’t answer. She never does.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Maybe I’m not fucking you hard enough," I sneer. "Get on all fours."
For a moment, she hesitates, her eyes flickering with something that almost looks like defiance. Then she speaks, her voice shaking. "I’m… not feeling well."
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, my mother’s voice comes through the mind link, urgent and insistent. She wants to meet with me in her room. Something important.
I let out a growl of frustration and release Kamrynn’s chin, pushing away from the bed. "Fine," I snap. "But don’t think this is over, bitch. I'll break you one way or another."
I throw the door open and storm out, the fury simmering in my chest. I hate leaving her alive like this. I hate knowing she’s still breathing, still in my Pack, still here after everything she’s done.
But I need her. I need her to carry my child, to replace the future she stole from me. And once that’s done… then I’ll take everything from her. Everything.
I make my way down the hall, my mother’s mind link buzzing in my head. Whatever she wants to discuss better be important. I can’t shake the image of Kamrynn lying there, as if she has nothing left to give. But she’s hiding
something. I know she is. I’ll figure it out, and when I do… she’ll wish she’d never been born.
Kamrynn The anxiety twists deep in my stomach, an uncomfortable knot of dread that I can’t shake. My head throbs, the ache relentless. It’s almost time for Calvin to return, and the thought alone makes my entire body tense up. I’m so weak that even the weight of my bones feels unbearable. I’ve barely eaten in days—he only let me have food two days ago, leftovers I was forced to eat off the floor like some wild animal. My stomach growls, hollow and painful, but there’s nothing I can do. I run my tongue over my dry, cracked lips and look down at myself. Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them. I’m nothing but skin and bones now, my body covered in bruises, scars, and sores. My ribs stick out sharply from beneath the rags I’ve been forced to wear. Every part of me hurts—my arms, my legs, my back. The chains bite into my wrists and ankles, and my hands and feet have gone numb from being restrained for so long.How did it come to this?I used to be strong. I used to be full of li
Kamrynn “Where are you going with this skank?” he demands, his voice sharp.Lysaa doesn’t miss a beat. She straightens up, her expression fierce. “The Alpha’s orders,” she snaps back. “He wants her moved to the lower quarters. Now get out of our way.”He hesitates, clearly unsure. Lysaa glares at him, her expression full of authority I’ve never seen from her before.“Move,” she growls.The man steps aside, and Lysaa pulls me past him, not even giving him a second glance. I can barely breathe, my heart hammering in my chest, but we make it through the doors and into the night.The cold air hits my face, a sharp contrast to the stuffy room I’ve been chained in for so long. The darkness surrounds us, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel a sliver of hope.Lysaa helps me down the path, the blanket pulled tight around me to protect me from the chill. The Pack house is behind us now, but we’re not safe yet. I can still hear the shouts and the chaos, but it’s distant. No
Kamrynn's POVMy heart races in my chest as the reality of my situation sinks in. I’m about to be sold at an auction like some piece of livestock. My skin prickles with humiliation, but the fear is stronger. I can’t let them take me. I can’t let this be my end—not after everything I’ve endured to get this far. I tug at the ropes binding my wrists, my movements desperate and futile. The rough fibers dig into my skin, biting harder with every struggle, but the knots hold tight.Think, Kamrynn. You need a plan. You have to get out of here.But my mind feels like it’s covered in a thick fog. I can’t think clearly, can’t focus. The noise of the auction, the lewd murmurs from the men, the cries from the other girls—it all swirls around me like a storm. I clench my jaw, fighting back the panic threatening to swallow me whole. I don’t have my wolf to help me, but I’m not giving up. I’ve come too far to let it end like this.I glance around, scanning the crowd and the platform for anything—any
Kamrynn's POVThe word hits me like a blow to the chest, stealing the breath from my lungs. A rogue. They think I’m a rogue. It shouldn’t surprise me, not after I cut all ties with the Obsidian Pack, but hearing it said aloud feels like a final blow. Rogues are infamous for a reason—lone wolves cast out from their Packs, known to wreak havoc and bring chaos wherever they go. They’re dangerous, unpredictable… and they’re usually killed on sight.The first warrior frowns, his gaze hardening. “Is that true?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion. “Are you a rogue?”I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. I can feel the sting of the word—rogue—like it’s branding itself onto my skin, marking me with a fate I never wanted. Panic surges through me as the other warriors exchange a look, their postures growing tense and threatening.“She has no identification,” the second warrior snaps, his hand drifting toward the knife at his belt. “We should deal with her here and now. Can’t ha
Calvin's POVThe chaos began the moment I received my mother’s mind link, a frantic plea for help. Her voice had been laced with desperation, something I wasn’t used to hearing from her.“Calvin!” My mother's voice echoed in my head, urgent and strained. “Come to my chambers immediately. It’s an emergency!”I had been moments away from dealing with that worthless whore, Kamrynn, but when my mother called, there was no hesitation. I had to go. The situation in her chambers was nothing short of a disaster. The servants were running around in a frenzy, shouting orders and trying to control the smoke billowing out from the corridor.“Something seems to have gone wrong with the heating system,” one of the guards reported, his face pale with worry. “It overloaded and caused a fire in the Dowager Luna’s room. We’re still trying to get it under control.”I stormed inside, the smoke stinging my eyes and burning my throat. My mother was coughing, held up by two servants, while the flames flicke
Calvin's POVThe tension in the central hall is thick enough to choke on. Fenrir is pacing restlessly inside me, his growls echoing in my mind, his rage mirroring my own. Whoever helped Kamrynn escape is out there, among these cowards, hiding in plain sight. I can feel it. I’m not leaving until I have their blood on my hands.Suddenly, a man steps forward, his head bowed. His hands tremble slightly as he raises them in surrender."Alpha," he begins, his voice quivering with fear. "I… I saw her. I saw Lysaa. She… she helped Kamrynn escape."The confession hits me like a spark to a powder keg. My rage ignites, flaring to life with a force I can barely contain. I feel Fenrir surge to the surface, his presence nearly overwhelming, his voice a guttural snarl in my head. “Let me out. I’ll tear her apart.”My vision blurs with red as my eyes shift, Fenrir’s rage and mine blending into one. It takes everything in me to hold him back, to keep him from breaking free and ripping this entire hall
Kamrynn's POVTime doesn’t exist in this place. It’s hard to tell the days apart when every moment feels like an endless loop of misery. But if I had to guess, I’d say it’s been at least two weeks since I was thrown into this cell, though it feels like so much longer. Two weeks since I was "rescued" from the auction, if I can even call it that. Two weeks of surviving in this pit of despair, where my only company is hopelessness and a gnawing fear that I’ll never get out.The warriors bring me meals twice a day—gruel in the morning and some hard, crusty bread at night. It isn’t good food by any means, but it’s enough to keep me and my child alive. I’m grateful for that, at least. If nothing else, I don’t have to starve.No one has told me what will happen to me. I’ve heard no word about my fate, no hint of a decision being made. I don’t know if I should consider that good news or not. Every day that passes feels like a death sentence drawn out slowly. And while the uncertainty is madde
Kamrynn's POVThe first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the softness beneath me. It’s not the hard, cold floor of my cell. The mattress yields slightly under my weight, and the blanket draped over me feels smooth and cool against my skin. A sharp smell stings my nostrils—medicine, disinfectant, and the sterile air that can only belong in a hospital.I blink against the harsh light, my eyes struggling to adjust as I take in my surroundings. White walls. Monitors beeping steadily. The ache in my body is a dull throb, a reminder of the beating I endured. I try to shift, and pain slices through me, forcing a wince. I’m covered in bruises, and my muscles scream with even the smallest movement."You're awake," a familiar voice says.I glance over and see Elara sitting beside the bed, her arms crossed and her expression set in a stern frown. She looks like she’s been there for a while. I can’t tell whether that’s a good or bad thing. The last time I saw her, she wasn’t exactly sympathe
Kamrynn's POV The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, but all I could hear was Calvin’s heartbeat, pounding in time with mine.As Calvin and I stepped back, my pulse still racing from the intensity of the bond locking into place, Franklin turned to Lorien and Lysaa.“Lorien and Lysaa, please step forward,” he said, his voice steady.Lorien took Lysaa’s hand, guiding her toward the fire. I watched them closely, my heart swelling with happiness for my friend. Lysaa looked breathtaking, her silver gown shimmering in the firelight, and there was a serene confidence in her expression that hadn’t been there before.Lorien, with his long red braid and striking crimson eyes, looked every bit the regal, powerful Draconian prince. But the way he looked at Lysaa—like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered—softened his sharp, otherworldly features.They began their rounds around the fire, each saying their vows and after that, they marked each other, just like we had done.They we
Kamrynn's POV The heat of the bonfire warmed my skin as Calvin and I stepped closer to it, our hands still clasped together. The flames crackled and leapt, casting golden light over the room, but all I could focus on was him.His green eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. It was like he could see straight into my soul, and in that moment, I felt completely and utterly his.Franklin’s voice broke through the haze, calm and steady. “In the presence of Selene, the Moon Goddess, we bear witness to the union of Alpha Calvin and Kamrynn, his fated mate. As they walk around the sacred fire, they will make their vows to one another, pledging their love, loyalty, and devotion for all eternity.”Calvin gave me a gentle squeeze, silently asking if I was ready. I nodded, my heart swelling with love and determination.He led me forward, and together, we began our first round around the fire.With each step, the weight of what we were doing settled deeper into my chest
Kamrynn’s POVThe day had finally arrived. The day I would become Calvin’s mate and the Luna of the Obsidian Pack. The excitement and nervous energy buzzed under my skin as Amara helped me into my dress, her gentle hands smoothing down the delicate fabric as she adjusted it on my frame.“You’re going to steal the spotlight, Kamrynn,” Amara teased with a grin, stepping back to admire her work.I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and felt my breath catch in my throat. The dress was stunning—a pristine white gown that hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down in soft, elegant waves. Amara had kept my makeup light, just enough to enhance my features, and the way my sky-blue eyes stood out against the subtle shimmer made me feel… beautiful.“Wow,” I whispered, still in awe.“You look like an angel,” Amara said, beaming with pride. “Calvin’s not going to know what hit him.”Across the room, Marlana sat with the twins in her lap. Arabella was dressed in a frilly lavender dress, while Asto
Lysaa's POVI whimpered, my body trembling as the eggs continued to fill me. I could feel my belly stretching slightly, a gentle pressure building as my womb accommodated the growing clutch, but it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it’s the opposite.The tingling warmth intensified with each pulse, and soon, I was moaning helplessly, lost in the strange, overwhelming pleasure of being filled.“Lorien… it feels… it feels so good…” I panted, my head spinning.He growled softly, his claws grazing my skin in a possessive, almost reverent touch. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “You’re made for this, love. Made to carry our clutch.”His words made my heart flutter, and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. This moment was so intimate, so intense, and I could feel the love and devotion radiating from him through our bond.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last egg settled inside me, and Lorien let out a deep, satisfied sigh. His ovipositor pulsed one last time, and then he
Lysaa's POV His thumb brushed over my clit, a featherlight touch that sent sparks shooting through my body. My breath hitched, and I knew I was already close.“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” His tone was smug, like he knew exactly how easily he could unravel me—and he did.His fingers worked me faster, thrusting deep while his thumb circled my clit, and that was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, hard and sudden, and I cried out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorien pulled his fingers out and grasped my waist, his grip firm as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.I felt the hot, slick head of his ovipositor press against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.The ovipositor was larger than his other cock, thicker and textured with bumps that I knew would feel incredible inside me. I shivered at the thought, my body already aching to be filled.“Relax, love,” Lorien murmured, his voice
Lysaa's POV His gaze raked over me, and I felt heat explode everywhere his eyes lingered. It was as if he were touching me with his stare alone, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe.He reached behind me, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra, and I let it fall away. With just as much ease, he slid my panties down my legs, baring myself completely to him. For a moment, he just stared, his eyes darkening further as he took in every inch of me.The intensity of his gaze made my cheeks heat up, and I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “Stop looking at me like that,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s embarrassing.”Lorien’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “Like what?” he teased, leaning in so his breath brushed against my ear. “You’re so beautiful, beloved. It would be a crime not to admire the piece of art that you are. I want to burn every piece of you into my memory. Every last one.”
Lysaa’s POVThe walk back to our room was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that simmered with unspoken words, with tension that made my skin tingle beneath the silk of my dress.After the champagne toast and some talking, I thought we’d both be tired, ready to sleep off the long day. Lorien had that relaxed, satisfied look about him, the one that made his sharp, otherworldly features seem less intense. He tossed his jacket onto the chair by the window and loosened the top buttons of his black shirt, revealing the strong column of his throat and just a hint of the chiseled chest beneath.And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that I’d finally gotten to see my mate in all his glory—fierce, protective, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous—but suddenly, I wasn’t tired.I was horny.Before I could lose my nerve, I blurted out, “Lorien, I want us to have sex.”His hand paused on his shirt, and for a moment, he just stared at me like he wasn’t sure he’d he
Lysaa's POV Lorien laughed, a deep, warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “And now you’ll see it better than anyone,” he said, his ruby eyes gleaming with mischief. I was becoming obsessed with them.I blinked, a little surprised. “How’s that possible?”His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Because now that the soul bond has been established, you share all my traits,” he explained. “You’ve also got some of my blood in you.”I nodded, prompting him to go on.“Draconian fluids have powerful healing properties,” Lorien continued. “And the soul bond amplified that effect, healing your eyes.”I stared at him, stunned by the revelation. “I thought you said I’d see through your eyes.”At that, Lorien burst out laughing—a rich, melodic sound that sent heat rushing to my cheeks.“I didn’t mean that literally, my silly little fire,” he said, scooping me up into his arms with ease. “When I said you’d see through my eyes, I meant that, now that we share traits, you have a dragon’s eye—alo
Lysaa's POV With every word, I felt the air around us grow thicker, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. There was a strange, humming energy in the air, and I could feel it pressing against my skin, wrapping around me like invisible threads.When we finished reciting the vow, Lorien brought the bowl to my lips and I drank its content. It tasted absolutely awful, like every nasty thing I could think of thrown into a pot and boiled into one hot, disgusting mess but I drank it anyway. Trying to ignore the acrid taste on my tongue and the way it stung the inside of my cheeks. Lorien drank the rest and after that, there was a long moment of silence. It was deafening. The air was thick, crackling with unseen energy, and for some time, nothing happened.I stood there, holding Lorien’s hands, my heart racing as the weight of the vow we had just taken settled over me. Was that it? Had we done it correctly?“Lorien…” I whispered, panic beginning to creep into my voice. “Did…