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Benita’s POV“So, Theo, what’s your favorite color?” Lady Anita, Alpha Nathan’s mother, asked as we sat around the table having breakfast.“Red,” Theo answered confidently. “Because it looks so good on Mom,” he added, grinning brightly. His words brought a smile to my face, but when I glanced at Nathan, who was seated at the far end of the table, my smile faded.Our eyes met, and for a moment, I was pulled back to the events that had transpired in his room just minutes ago. The memory sent an unwanted warmth to my cheeks. I quickly broke the gaze, focusing on Theo instead.You’re five years old, right?” Lady Anita continued, her voice filled with curiosity.“Yes,” Theo nodded. “But I’ll be six soon,” he added with pride.Lady Anita’s expression brightened. “When’s your birthday, sweetheart?”I expected Theo to reply with a straightforward answer. After all, that’s what any child his age would do. But, as always, Theo had a way of surprising me.He turned his sharp little eyes to Natha
Benita's POVI was healing the remaining infected children in the courtyard when I noticed my father walking toward me. His presence alone was enough to make my chest tighten, but I kept my focus on the little girl in front of me. He didn’t stop until he was standing a few feet away, his expression a mix of surprise and desperation.“Benita,” he said, his voice shaky as he reached out for me. Without thinking, I pulled my hand away, my frown deepening.“Please, you have to come with me. Your mother… she’s at home, dying,” he said, panic and desperation in his voice.There was a time when hearing something like that would’ve shaken me to my core. I would’ve dropped everything, rushed to her side, and done whatever I could to save her. She was my mother, after all. She birthed me. But that was five years ago. That naive, forgiving version of me was long gone.“I’m sorry, I can’t go with you,” I said, turning my attention back to the little girl in front of me.My father dropped to his k
Benita’s POV My father’s face went pale, his body trembling as the weight of my demand hit him. Gasps filled the air as the infected members of the pack reacted to my words in stunned disbelief. “If you can do that, then I will heal your precious wife. But if you can’t, then…” I trailed off, looking away from him as I focused on the little girl who had been standing longer than expected. I smiled at her and healed her, then gestured for the next child to step forward. Just as I was about to begin, my father spoke. “I will speak.” Gasps rippled through the courtyard as my father knelt before me, trembling, his face as pale as a ghost. His hands shook as he clasped them together, desperation written all over his tear-streaked face. “I’ll speak,” he choked out again, his voice barely audible. The infected pack members standing nearby exchanged stunned looks, their murmurs filling the courtyard. Even Nathan stood still, his eyes narrowing as if trying to piece together the pu
Benita’s POV The car stopped in front of a familiar building. A building I was supposed to consider my home—the place where I had spent twenty long years of my life. But calling it home felt like a cruel joke. This building wasn’t home; it was a prison—a place that held countless painful memories I had fought so hard to forget. I stepped out hesitantly, my heart heavy with pain as the memories began to rush back like a dam breaking. I could almost hear the sharp, disapproving tone of my mother, berating me for every little thing. “Benita, why are you so useless? Why can’t you be like your sister?” The comparisons were endless, and regardless of what I did, I was never good enough in her eyes. I remembered the countless nights I cried myself to sleep, clutching a pillow to muffle the sounds of my sobs so no one would hear. Not that they would’ve cared. Mother always dismissed my tears, claiming they were manipulative or weak. “Stop crying. You’re just doing it for attention. No o
Benita’s POV “What truth?” My voice trembled as I forced the words out. Pain throbbed through my entire body, but I pushed it aside. I needed to know. Needed to hear what they’d kept from me. “What truth? Tell me!” I demanded impatiently. I was still in Alpha Nathan’s arms, who was seated on the floor. My head was resting on his chest, finding comfort in his embrace. Mother and Father exchanged glances, their guilt, and hesitation obvious on their faces. Finally, Mother turned towards me, her frail hands trembling as she clasped them together. Her voice was low, almost apologetic. “Benita, there’s something we should have told you a long time ago,” she began, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “What is it?” I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated again, looking at Father as though seeking his approval. He nodded, his face lined with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “We aren’t your biological parents,” she confessed, her voice breaking. For a moment, I co
Alpha Nathan’s POVAfter laying Benita on the bed, I pulled the blanket over her and called for a maid to watch her until I returned.When I walked into my study, Darius was already waiting for me.“You sent for me? Is everything okay?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern.I shook my head and sank heavily into my chair. “Benita’s parents… they’re not her biological parents,” I revealed, my voice low.Darius didn’t look the least bit surprised. Instead, he leaned back, arms crossed. “Oh? How did you find out?”His calm reaction caught me off guard. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don’t seem surprised, Darius,” I said, studying his expression.He shrugged nonchalantly and settled into the chair across from me. “I had my suspicions. Think about it, Nathan. If they were her real parents, they’d never treat her the way they did. It was obvious.”He wasn’t wrong. Memories of Benita’s isolated existence in that household surfaced in my mind—how Nina was the golden child while Benita was t
Alpha Nathan’s POV When we reached the grand hall, Alpha Zach was already waiting. The moment his eyes landed on Benita, a warm smile spread across his face. He strode toward her with confidence and stopped right in front of her. “Lady Benita,” he said, his voice deep and charming. Without hesitation, he took both of her hands in his, pressing tender kisses to each one. “It is an honor to finally meet you.” I stiffened, my wolf growling low in my mind. The sight of another man touching her, no matter how innocent it seemed, made my blood boil. Benita, on the other hand, looked startled. “I… I’m sorry, do I know you?” Alpha Zach chuckled, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Not personally, but your reputation precedes you. Your healing skills are known throughout my pack, and I had to see for myself the woman behind such incredible abilities. Now that I have, I must say, the stories don’t do you justice.” He let go of her hands, but not before his gaze lingered, taking in her fea
Benita’s POV “There’s only one way to find out,” he said, and before I could process his words, he sealed his lips over mine. I gasped in shock, but he didn’t flinch; instead, he deepened the kiss. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to stop this madness, but my heart and body betrayed me. A soft moan escaped me as I pulled him closer, matching his intensity. It had been five long years since I’d felt his touch, and it was as if a dormant part of me had awakened, roaring to life. He groaned against my lips, kissing me with the desperation of a starved man, while I struggled to keep up with his fiery pace. My senses were slipping away, lost in the heat of the moment. I felt his hands slide under my towel, his fingers grazing my sensitive skin and sending shivers down my spine. One hand cupped my breast through the towel, his touch igniting every nerve. I moaned and kissed him deeply, wanting more of him. His fingers moved up, brushing against my entrance, causing me to mo
Lagertha’s POV I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You can do this, Lagertha,” I whispered, trying to steady my nerves. My wolf stirred within me. “Calm down. It's just a family dinner,” she soothed. But she was wrong. This wasn’t just any family dinner. It was my first time sitting at the same table with Oscar’s parents, Theo’s parents, Oscar’s siblings, Theo’s siblings, Theo and Oscar—all in one room. And I had to pretend to be in love with Oscar, right in front of Alpha Theo. My mate. It was a huge task. “You can do this," my wolf encouraged again. I exhaled deeply, forcing myself to push aside my emotions. Straightening my dress, I left my room and walked down the long hallway. My heart pounded with each step. The mansion was eerily quiet, aside from the faint clinking of dishes coming from the dining hall. The scent of roasted meat and warm spices filled the air, but it did nothing to settle my nerves. As I reached the entrance of th
Alpha Theo’s POV Lila stiffened beside me, her discomfort obvious in the way she tensed. I could feel the weight of her pain pressing down on both of us, but she kept her expression carefully blank. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay composed, to not let my own emotions betray me. “They had to step out,” I said evenly, keeping my voice devoid of the frustration clawing at my insides. “Oscar had some business to handle, and Lagertha went with him.” It was a lie. I had no idea where they were. Mother’s brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded. “I see. Well, we’ll have to see them soon. The wedding preparations must be keeping them busy. I heard it’s happening in two weeks,” Mother announced, and my brows furrowed. “Two weeks?” I asked in panic, unable to control it. Mother furrowed her brow and gave me a suspicious look. “Yes… do you have a problem with that?” she asked, and where I stood, my heart sank. My furious wolf howling loudly in my head. Not getting any response
Alpha Theo's POV I stood on the balcony, gripping the railing so tightly as I watched Lagertha step into the car with Oscar. Everything in me urged me to go downstairs and pull her away from him, but I forcefully forced myself to remain in place as I watched the car drive out of the mansion. “Do something,” my wolf growled angrily in my head, and I wished I knew what to do, but I was confused. Oscar had put me in a tight corner—I was cornered. The sound of my door creaking open pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, my chest tightening when I saw Lila walk in. Her green eyes—identical to mine—were red and swollen, her usually radiant face pale and lifeless. My protective instinct kicked in, and I rushed to her, gently holding her arms as I studied her pale face. “Lila, why are you crying? What happened?” I asked worriedly but also angrily. Lila’s tears had always been my weakness, and seeing her like this, utterly broken, shredded me from the inside out. Lila broke into a loud sob
Beta Oscar’s POV Three years ago. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Lila chatting happily with some guests, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. Tonight was the mating ceremony, where aged wolves who didn’t find their mates after turning eighteen would participate in the bond. I had just turned eighteen a few days ago, and I was anxious—anxious about what lay ahead of me. I looked at Lila again—the only girl I had ever loved. I had liked her for as long as I could remember, ever since I truly understood what it meant to have feelings for someone. The three-year age gap between us had never mattered to me. I had convinced myself that if we were mates, she would see past it too. So I kept my feelings hidden, waiting for this night, clinging to the hope that fate would be on my side. I prayed every night for the Moon Goddess to grant my wish—to make her mine. And now, the moment of truth had arrived. We were all called to stand in line, but Theo refused, s
Lagertha’s POV The moment she walked in, I stood abruptly, my heart pounding. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. My body tensed as I met her gaze—her confused expression only making my nerves worse. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, Beta Oscar beat me to it. “Lila, you’re here,” he said, straightening to his full height. Then, unexpectedly, he wrapped an arm around my waist. I flinched but didn’t move away. I could see the stunned look on Lila’s face. “Lila, Lagertha and I are now dating,” he announced. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to Miss Lila, watching as a disapproving look flickered across her face. I swallowed hard as I began to wonder if the whispers among the other servants were true. According to the gossips I had heard, it was said that Miss Lila has feelings for Beta Oscar—that was why she had been rejecting all the eligible suitors that came for her. But I had never believed in gossip from the staffs. However, seeing the reaction
Lagertha’s POV I reached my room and leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath. My heart was still pounding, and my mind raced with everything that had happened. “Well done, Lagertha. You did well,” I murmured, offering myself a moment of encouragement. I stood there for a while, willing my pulse to slow, before finally pushing away from the door and sinking onto my bed. I kicked off my shoes and stared at the floor, my thoughts circling back to Theo—what I had said to him and the way he had reacted. If Lila hadn’t walked in when she did, I had no idea what would have happened. A sudden knock at the door made me jerk, but I quickly relaxed as a familiar scent filled the air—Mother Agatha. She always smelled like dried coffee, a scent I could recognize anywhere. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Happy eighteenth birthday, dear Leggy,” she said cheerfully. A small smile tugged at my lips as I stood up. In her hands
Alpha Theo's POVI wanted to pull her back and tell her that I was never going to allow her to get married to Oscar. She could choose any of the men, and I would be able to live with it, but not my best friend… not him.“Theo… is everything okay?” Lila asked, concern lacing her voice. I sighed, turning my back to her. My wolf was howling in fury, sending a splitting headache through my skull. “Theo, please talk to me," she pleaded, placing a hand on my shoulder. I stood rigid, debating whether to tell her the truth. It was a risk. If she found out, she might tell our parents, and that could land me in trouble. “Are you in love with Lagertha?” Lila suddenly asked. I neither confirmed nor denied it. Lila sighed. “Theo, I noticed the way you look at her. You might pretend to others and make them think you hate her, but I know that you like Lagertha. I see the way you look at her when you think no one is watching,” Lila said, sounding so sure about it, and I didn’t bother to deny it
Alpha Theo’s POV Everything in me screamed to go after her—to hold her, to tell her the truth, to make her understand that whatever pain she was feeling, I felt it too. It was torture to stand before her and reject her. Torture to breathe in her intoxicating scent, to have her so close yet not able to touch her. It was torture to see the tears in her eyes and know that I was the reason for them. But the most agonizing part? Knowing that I was about to give her away to another. It felt like handing over the most precious jewel in my possession to someone else, someone who might cherish it more than I could. Someone who wasn’t bound by the chains of hatred and the past. “You are a fool.” My wolf growled, his anger suffocating. He had been restless all night, growling, howling angrily at my choices. But, as always, I ignored him. I sighed, consumed by thoughts of her. Was she still crying? Had she soaked her pillow with tears? Did she hate me now? But this was for the best. It had to
Lagertha’s POV I stared at him, searching his face for any sign that this was a cruel joke, but his expression remained impassive. My fingers trembled as I reached for the files, flipping them open. Each page contained a name, a pack affiliation, and a brief description of the man’s status. It was like I was some sort of business deal, being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall again. I clenched my jaw, swallowing back the anguish in my throat. “You can’t be serious.” He finally lifted his gaze to mine, and for the first time, I saw something beneath the cold mask he always wore. Pain. Guilt. Or was I just imagining it? “You wanted to know what happens next, Lagertha,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “This is what happens next. You choose.” I gripped the edges of the file so tightly. “You can't force me to marry any of these men.” His lips pressed into a thin line. "This is for your good, Lagertha. You will g