Benita’s POVWith ragged breaths, I lay on the bed, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. My heart pounded, and I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on him as he slid off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. His eyes never left mine as he slipped out of his last piece of clothing, standing naked before me, giving me a glimpse of his hardened length.I believe you like what you see,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he climbed onto the bed. Swiftly, he tore my clothes away until I was left in just my bra and panties. His gaze was fierce, his hands rough as he lifted himself off me to unclasp my bra, tossing it aside. Without hesitation, he tore off my panties, leaving me completely naked beneath him.“Stay away from me,” I grunted in anger and tried moving away, but he pinned me to the bed. Every nerve in my body was on fire, a mix of anger and something else that I didn’t want to admit. I was furious, hurt, betrayed—and yet, I found my
Nathan’s POVWatching her lying there, catching her breath, should have felt like a victory. Instead, I was left with this messy mix of anger and something else I didn’t want to admit. The way she looked at me—full of hate and something more—set every nerve on edge, making me feel like I was losing control.She fell back onto the bed, her gaze locking with mine. For a second, I hesitated, feeling an urge to keep her close. But I pushed it down, clenching my jaw. I needed her to leave before I completely lost my grip.“Get out,” I snapped, my voice colder than I meant. I just needed her gone, needed to stop feeling so much.Benita got up from the bed and began putting on her clothes, and I couldn’t help but gawk at her. She might not have my favorite type of body, but damn, she was alluring in her own way. My eyes landed on her breasts, which were on display, and I groaned, looking away as I covered myself.After she finished dressing in the torn dress, she didn’t say a word to me, but
Nathan’s POV“What do you want from me, Nathan?”Benita’s sea-blue eyes pinned me in place, demanding an answer I didn’t have. Vulnerable, defiant—she had this way of looking at me that made my chest tighten and my mind spin. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to pull myself together, but the knot of emotions inside me refused to untangle.What did I want from her? Revenge? Control? Or was it something deeper, something darker, something I couldn’t even admit to myself? My wolf stirred restlessly, growling low in the back of my mind.I dropped onto the edge of the bed, putting space between us, my head falling into my hands. My gaze shifted to the floor, where my own release had spilled. I couldn’t believe I had just had sex with Benita—and worse, that I had enjoyed it.“What I want,” I said, my voice rough and unsteady, “is for you to undo the spell on me. Stop pretending you’re innocent when we both know what you did.”Her expression didn’t waver, but for the first time, I saw it—
Benita’s POVI watched Nathan storm out of my room, slamming the door hard behind him. Swallowing my pain, I sat on the bed and rubbed my hands over my face. I couldn’t explain it, but something seemed different about Nathan—or maybe I was just imagining things.My eyes darted to his cum on the floor, and my eyes narrowed. Nathan had sex with me, and he came? How is that possible? I thought someone only came when they enjoyed the sex and were satisfied with it. Does it mean Nathan enjoyed the sex we just had? But how is that possible? He hates me and thinks I used a spell on his wolf, so why would he release after fucking me? My mind swirled with questions as I stared at his cum on the floor. This was the first time he’d released, and I didn’t know what to think of it.“Perhaps he has come to terms with our bond,” my wolf spoke, but I scoffed in disbelief and shook my head. That was impossible; that was never happening. Nathan will always love one woman, and that is Nina. He will neve
Nathan’s POV “If you despise me so much, then why can’t you stay away? Why do you think about me, Nathan? Why do you want me?” Benita questioned, and for a moment, I couldn’t respond. I was so confused, so lost in the whirlwind of emotions I didn’t understand. Why had my thoughts shifted from Nina to her? Why was she all I could think about? All through the night, I had been unable to sleep. Ever since leaving her room and returning to mine, my mind had been consumed by Benita. Her scent lingered in my senses, her words echoed in my ears, and the feel of her skin against mine replayed in my mind like a forbidden melody I couldn’t silence. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the gnawing pull of the bond I had spent so long denying. But no matter how hard I tried, it refused to let me go. She was everywhere—her voice, her touch, her defiance—it all haunted me. “Because of the fucking spell!” I grunted. “Benita, you have cast a spell on me. Undo it!” I demanded angrily, but Benit
Nathan’s POVI stared at Melisa, her words echoing in my mind. A love potion. Sabotage. It all sounded ridiculous. My wolf stirred uneasily, but I shoved him back, unwilling to entertain the possibility that she could be right.“You’re saying someone did this to me, and you can’t even tell me who?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Ridiculous, isn’t it?”Melisa remained calm, her piercing gaze steady. “I understand your doubt, Alpha Nathan, but the truth—”“Enough,” I snapped, cutting her off. “This is a waste of time. You’re just spinning tales because you don’t have answers.”Darius stepped forward. “Nathan, maybe she’s—”“Don’t,” I growled, turning to glare at him. “Don’t side with her, Darius. This is absurd. A love potion? Sabotage? It’s nothing but excuses.”“Nathan,” Melisa interjected, her tone sharper, “denying the truth won’t change it. The bond you’re fighting is real. You need to—”“I need to do nothing,” I interrupted coldly, stepping back toward the door. “You can keep your
Benita’s POVIt was night, and I had been in my room all day—or should I say the confined space I called room. I wanted to stay away from everyone and wished I could remain locked up here forever so I wouldn’t have to face anyone.My thoughts drifted to Nathan's words about how he couldn’t stop thinking about me. For a moment, I was supposed to be happy—at least he might be feeling something for me—but I brushed it off. Of course, there was no way he was having feelings for me. He was just saying it to accuse me of using a spell on him.“What if it’s really true?” my wolf asked, but I shook my head against it. Nathan hates me, and maybe I want it to stay that way.“Bring two bottles of water to my room,” Nathan spoke to me through the mind link, and I frowned.“Bring it this moment,” he ordered abruptly, ending the mind link without waiting for my response.I grumbled under my breath, annoyed at Nathan’s abruptness. For a moment, I debated ignoring his order, but I knew better. He alw
Benita’s POV“Got you,” Nathan growled, his voice low and strained. His body pressed into mine, his hands gripping my wrists to stop my frantic attempts to crawl away.“Get off me!” I screamed, thrashing beneath him, my anger boiling over.“Stop!” he barked, his tone sharp and commanding. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”I froze for a moment, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. “Why do you care?” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “You hate me, remember? I’m just your slave, right?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his grip on my wrists loosened slightly, and I felt his warm breath against the back of my neck.“You drive me insane, Benita,” he finally said, his voice rough. “Damn you.”I turned my head slightly, trying to see his face. His expression was shadowed, but his eyes burned with a mix of anger and something else—something deeper, more dangerous.“Then let me go,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Reject me, Nathan. End this.”His ha
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