Benita’s POVI shook my head as tears stood in my eyes. What Nathan was threatening to do was heartless. He wanted to make me watch while he had sex with another woman, fully knowing that I bore his mark and that him being with another woman would be a great torture for me. He would cause me so much pain, not just physically but emotionally and mentally.“Come here,” he gestured to the girl, and she obediently obeyed.With panting breath, I watched her walk toward him and flash me a big grin before shifting her gaze to him. With a smirk, he turned his back to me and signaled the lady to go on her knees, which she did.“Please!” I pleaded through our mind link, but he ignored me.Right before my very eyes, she pulled his sweatpants to his knees, revealing his ass to. Terrified, I gulped and looked away.“If you dare look away, your punishment will be multiplied,” he warned out loud.With fear, I moved my gaze back and realized she was holding his dick, and luckily, I could not properly
Benita’s POVHis jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might slap me. Instead, he smirked and wiped the spit off his cheek. “If I’m going to hell, then you, my mate, are coming with me—because we’re bound for life.”His words burned like fire, igniting my pain and anger. I glared at him, my head pounding with anger as he turned away from me. He walked toward the woman sprawled on my bed, still gasping for air.“Take your things and leave,” he ordered coldly.The lady dressed and left. Nathan, fully clothed now, turned his attention to me and began untying the ropes that bound me. Once I was free, I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even glance at him. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet, though my legs trembled violently beneath me. Every inch of my body burned with pain, but I refused to let him see me falter.Ignoring his presence entirely, I took one staggering step after another toward the bathroom, my vision swimming with tears I refused to let fall. When I finally reached the d
Nathan's POVThe moment I laid Benita on the bed and noticed her body go limp, my heart stopped. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave as I realized she had gone unconscious.I rushed to her side, my hands trembling as I gently lifted her into my arms. Her soaked, fragile frame felt so small, so breakable, and the sharp pang of guilt twisted like a knife in my chest. What had I done to her?Overwhelming guilt washed over me, bubbling with the hatred I thought I felt for her. The realization hit me like a blow—I had allowed this to happen. I had pushed her too far, humiliated her, and made it worse by sleeping with another woman in front of her. My wolf raged against the confines of my mind, his growls echoing in my mind. My hands trembled as I cradled her close, feeling the faint rhythm of her shallow breaths. I cursed myself for being so blind, for not noticing how fragile she already was.“Get a healer,” my wolf growled, his voice trembling with anger and fear.Wrapping her in a
Alpha Nathan’s POVI didn’t know how long I had watched her as she remained unconscious on my bed. There was still a strange feeling of worry in my chest as I continued watching her, hoping she would wake up soon. It had been five hours already, and it was past midnight, yet she hadn’t made a move, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.Suddenly, she stirred in her sleep, and I went alert. “No, Father. Please don’t,” she sobbed loudly in her sleep, and my brow furrowed.I moved closer to the bed, the worry gnawing inside me. Her quiet sobs grew louder, her words slurred but heavy with pain. “No, Father. Please…,” she whimpered again, thrashing lightly against the sheets.My chest tightened at the sound, a strange ache settling there. I couldn't just stand and watch her suffer through this nightmare. Slowly, I climbed onto the bed, my movements careful. The mattress dipped under my weight, but she didn’t stir.I lay beside her and reached out, pulling her trembling form into my arms. Her
Nathan’s POVI stared at her in stunned silence, her words echoing in my mind. “Will you?” she pressed on.My wolf growled inside me as I stared at her beautiful eyes, which were interlocked with mine. I knew she wasn’t herself, and by the time she woke up, she would never know such a thing had happened.“Yes,” I responded and saw her eyes blink.“You are lying,” she chuckled drunkenly, but I shook my head. I didn’t know what had come over me or what was running through my head, but the answer I could give her was ayes, even though I didn’t have an explanation for it.“But you hate me, Nathan. My presence disgusts you. My body… disgusts you,” she whispered.My frown deepened at her words. Yes, all these might have been true, but that was a few days back. Right now, I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I was certain of one thing: I wasn’t disgusted by her or her body.“You are wrong, Benita. You are wrong,” I said softly as I slowly brushed my thumb on her cheek.Benita stared at me w
Benita’s POV “Hi! My father asked me to come get something from him,” I said to the guard who was guarding the mansion gate. “You must be Beta Phillip’s daughter?” the guard asked, and I nodded. He stepped aside and let me come in. The moment I stepped in, my eyes widened at the enormous mansion before me. This was the first time I was stepping into the mansion. “Hey, little girl, go over there. Your father is training with Nathan,” the guard said, pointing me towards a direction. An eleven-year-old me nodded as I followed the guard’s direction, my small feet crunching against the gravel path as I approached the training grounds. The sound of clashing swords and grunts grew louder with every step I took closer. Reaching the training grounds, I moved my gaze around in search of my father, but I couldn’t find him. Instead, my eyes settled on him—Nathan, the Alpha’s son. Nathan, who I’d heard my father speak so highly of, was standing in the middle of the grounds, shirtless
Nathan's POV“Yes,” I whispered and spread her thighs to give me a view of her pussy. A throaty groan left my lips as I stared between her thighs.“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion and tried closing her legs, but I stopped her and looked into her eyes. “Tell me, wife, has anyone licked your honey pot?” I asked and saw her swallow hard in confusion, but she shook her head.I smirked with satisfaction. “Then I will be the first,” I said and lowered my head to her pussy, sticking out my tongue and giving her pussy a lick. She let out a low moan, and that was all I needed for confirmation that she wanted me to continue.I continued by sticking out my tongue again, but this time targeting her clit and licking it. Her hands moved to attach themselves to my hair as she pulled me closer. My licks got even bolder until I was full-on sucking at her clit, and she was moaning in place.I got down on my knees on the floor in front of her and reached out with my hands to grab her thighs
Nathan’s POV Three Weeks Later It had been three weeks since I had been away from the country and the pack. I had been attending meetings upon meetings that required my presence. During these three weeks, I hadn’t seen or talked to Benita, not because I didn’t try communicating. Every time I attempted to make a mind link with her, she blocked me. Whenever I called the mansion phone and asked to speak to her, she usually rejected it. Before leaving, I had made sure her security was tight. Guards were instructed to follow her wherever she went, and I even positioned them outside her door. That was how determined I was to ensure she didn’t leave while I was away. As the car pulled into the mansion driveway, I sighed in relief, taking in the comforting scent of home. The sight of the familiar building eased some of the tension that had built up over the past weeks. The mansion staff stood in a neat line, awaiting my arrival. Their heads were bowed respectfully as I stepped out of the
Benita’s POV After a two-hour drive, I arrived at Xavier’s pack house. Nathan had reluctantly allowed me to go, but not without sending a group of warriors to escort me. According to him, it was for my security, even though I insisted it wasn’t necessary. He had refused, saying it was the only way he would let me leave. The car door opened, and I stepped out to see Xavier waiting for me. His eyes lit up with a warm smile as they met mine. I returned the gesture and walked over to him. As I reached his side, he took both of my hands and pressed a soft kiss on them. “Welcome, and thank you for accepting my invitation,” he said in a tone filled with warmth. I smiled and nodded in response. Xavier’s gaze shifted behind me, noticing the entourage Nathan had sent. A mix of amusement and surprise flashed across his face as he counted the warriors—there were more than ten. He chuckled softly and shook his head. “Nathan practically sent an army to escort you to my pack. How protectiv
Benita’s POV Light conversation filled the air as we sat around the breakfast table. Theo was telling his grandparents one of his numerous stories, and Lila, who was seated beside him, looked thrilled as she listened. Meanwhile, Nathan and I were in our own world. We hadn’t been able to look away from each other, constantly stealing glances. Every time I caught his gaze, Nathan’s lips would curve into that maddening smirk, the same one he’d flashed this morning in his room. I’d roll my eyes and force myself to focus on Theo’s story, but it was no use. My thoughts kept drifting to Nathan, and my wolf wasn’t helping, purring incessantly in my mind. “My lady, you have a call,” one of the servants interrupted, stepping into the dining room. I furrowed my brow. Who could possibly want to speak to me? I exchanged glances with Nathan and could tell he didn’t seem happy. “Who is it?” I asked. “Alpha Xavier,” the maid responded, and without giving it a second thought, I left my seat and ma
Benita’s POV I woke up to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains, warming my skin. My body felt heavy yet comforted, cocooned in the soft blankets. For a moment, I forgot everything—the pain, the tears, the world outside this room. Then I noticed the steady rise and fall of the chest I was nestled against, the warm, firm body beside me. My heart skipped as I tilted my head slightly, only to find Nathan sleeping soundly next to me. My breath hitched. He was shirtless, the sharp lines of his chest and abdomen illuminated by the sunlight. His tanned skin glowed, the faint scars scattered across his torso only adding to his rugged appeal. His chiseled jaw was relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes resting softly against his cheeks. And he looked so… peaceful. So lovable, even. Different from the Alpha I knew—a man who had tormented me, broken me in ways I couldn’t put into words. I should hate him. I do hate him. But damn it, why does he have to look like th
Alpha Nathan’s POV The door to my room pushed open, and immediately, the intoxicating scent of Benita hit my senses. But what I saw hit me harder. Benita stood there, her eyes swollen and red, tears streaming down her face. She looked utterly broken. “Benita, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice filled with concern as I moved toward her. The moment I reached her, she collapsed into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. My arms instinctively wrapped around her trembling body as my wolf howled in anguish. Someone had caused her pain—pain that was already tearing me apart. Her sobs were muffled against my chest, but they shook her entire frame. My wolf was pacing in my mind, demanding answers, demanding vengeance for the pain someone had caused her. I was surprised at what could have happened to make Benita break down this way. I held her tightly, brushing her hair gently, trying to calm her down enough for her to speak. “Benita,” I said softly, tilting her chin up so I could see her
Benita’s POV For a moment, my mouth hung open in shock, but I quickly composed myself. “Your mommy gave birth to another child?” I asked softly. Lila nodded. “Yes, she had her for her husband, uncle Mark. They got married two years ago… Mark…” She paused, shaking her head, and then fell silent. I glanced at her and saw the pain in her eyes. So much had happened to this little girl—more than I could have imagined—and I knew I had to uncover the truth. Gently, I wiped her tears with the back of my hand. My wolf whimpered in anguish, urging me to pull Lila into my arms and comfort her. But I stopped myself, knowing I needed her to talk. “Lila,” I called gently, squeezing her small hands in mine. “Tell me what happened to Crystal.” Fresh tears slid down Lila’s cheeks, and my heart ached as I fought to stay strong for her. “Mommy said I was the cause of her death, but it’s not true,” she whispered. I gasped softly, unable to hide the shock that coursed through me. Her tiny h
Benita’s POV I was heading toward Lila’s room when I spotted Nina arguing with the guards Nathan had stationed at the door. As I approached, her angry voice filled the hallway, demanding to be let in. The guards, unfazed, stood firm, blocking her path. Just as I had requested, Nathan had forbidden her from seeing Lila, and Nina clearly wasn’t taking the news well. When she noticed me, she turned sharply, abandoning the guards to march toward me. Her steps were quick, her eyes filled with rage, and before I could react, she blocked my path. My wolf growled lowly, irritated by her presence. “I know this is your doing, Benita,” she snapped. “What do you gain from this? Separating a mother from her child!” I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me? You? A mother?” My voice was calm, though the irritation was creeping in. “You can’t call yourself a mother, Nina. How could you, when your own daughter looks terrified of you? She’s scared of you.” My voice hardened as I stepped close
Alpha Nathan’s POV It has been two days since I gave Lila a separate room, separating her from Nina, and things have been going fine. But Benita… she gives me the cold shoulder, and I understand her feelings. She has every right to be angry at me. I’ve made mistakes, and I’ll spend as much time as it takes to fix them—no matter how long it takes. For the past three hours, I’ve been sitting behind my desk, drowning in documents. Paperwork—a tiresome necessity of being an Alpha. I hate it. If I had my way, I’d spend my time on the combat grounds, sparring until exhaustion, rather than shuffling through endless deals and reports. A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. My senses sharpen immediately as I catch a familiar scent of Augusta wafting through the air. Her scent is unmistakable like dusk lingering after the sun has set. One thing about me—I never forget a smell. If I’ve been around someone at least three times, I can identify them instantly wherever I catch their sce
Alpha Nathan’s POV Her face paled, her silence speaking louder than any denial could. My wolf growled low in my mind, urging me to push for the truth. She quickly regained her composure, crossing her arms and lifting her chin as if challenging me. “Are you seriously accusing me of something so ridiculous, Nathan?” she scoffed, her voice dripping with mockery. I hardened my gaze, taking a slow step closer, my presence towering over her. My wolf growled faintly in the back of my mind, urging me to press on. “It's not so ridiculous, Nina. Especially since the wooden sculpture that was used to bind spells was found in your home by your father. The same sculpture Benita was accused of using to manipulate me.” Her eyes darted away for a fraction of a second—quick, but not quick enough. I caught it. She was nervous. Her lips parted as if to deny it, but no words came out. Instead, she took a step back, her confidence cracking under the weight of my accusation. “You have no proof,”
Alpha Nathan’s POV Lila stirred in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering weakly before her soft green eyes opened and settled on me. For a moment, she seemed confused, her gaze drifting around the room until it landed on my face. Her lips parted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Dad?” Hearing her call me that made my chest tighten. I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned closer, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I’m here, Lila,” I said softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her forehead. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” She blinked, her eyes glassy with fatigue but filled with genuine happiness. She was so happy to see me. “Tired,” she admitted, her small fingers twitching slightly as if she wanted to hold my hand. I hesitated for a moment, guilt crashing over me again, then reached out and gently took her hand in mine. Her fingers were so tiny, so fragile, and the realization of how much of her life I’d missed hit me all over again. “I’m s