Curse. Misfortune. Weak. Seventeen year old Riona Lukas was called these words, by her pack members. Punished by her pack for even breathing. She yearned for the perfect time to escape from the claws of hatred and ill-treatment from her stepmother, who would stop at nothing to get her out of the way. Unknown to them, she had a deep secret she kept to herself. When she bumped into the Ruthless, devastatingly handsome, commanding figure, that stood against the wall in her father's office. Nothing on earth prepared her for the sharp turn her fate was about to take. Her father sold her out to Alpha Theron Moretti as his slave. Theron hated her fragile, delicate features and wanted nothing to do with her. Then the mate bond set in, which angered him the more because she looked too weak to have a wolf. Would she escape from the claws of her evil Alpha mate, whilst keeping her secret? Or would she touch a vulnerable part of Theron Moretti, no one ever has?
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Tree branches slapped and scratched me, searing my skin as I ran through the thick woods.
I was never so sure Luna Stacy wanted me dead. Or worse. To have me ruined by the slaves.
I dared not look back. The wild laughter and howlings of my hunters were getting closer. It took everything I had to force my legs to keep moving, but my vision grew blurry. Each breath tasted of blood.
“Riona, you can't hide from us!” one of the men dragged his voice, taunting me.”
“Where are you, little puppy?”
“Let me show them the puppy they are looking for!” My wolf roared in me, fighting and scratching to come to the surface..
“No! Stay low! Elara!” I jumped over a frosted rock and slipped while struggling other push her down. The last thing I needed now is for them to know I wasn’t wolfless.
The fact that I was never wolfless.
Having this wolf was worse than being wolfless. She was a killer, a beast out of control, the beginning of all my misfortune. Elara must have heard my blame, for she whimped and finally shut up.
The woods seemed denser and darker as I ran. This is a good thing, which means it would be more difficult for them to find me. I would find a trunk or some place to spend the night, and hopefully, survive the night.
I will be alright. I tried to comfort myself. See? The footsteps were no longer behind. The wood grew quiet. I slowed my pace and listened warily. Too quiet. No more food steps or taunting laughs, even the wrestling of the leaves turned into whispers.
I could feel my heart pumping in my chest.
Snap. A branch gave way somewhere like a gunshot in the silence.
“Run!” Elara roared, and I jumped to run as fast as I could.
A large paw slammed on my back, I was smashed to roll in the cold, damp mud.
I hit the ground hard, “Argh!” The air in my lungs vanishing in a single, brutal gasp.
The sound of bones crackling behind me, and a rough hand grabbed my ankle.
“No! No! Let me go!” I kicked and screamed. Then a huge paw pressed on my back and squeezed the last draw of breath out of me.
I struggled to look up in tears and saw a filthy grey wolf. His breath, hot and humid, blasted against my face. I squirmed, trying to wiggle my way out.
He groaned, what like a mocking laugh, and then buried his sharp nails into my back, tore up my clothes like its made of paper, and cracked my skin as well.
The man who grabbed my ankle giggled, traced all the way up to the slit between my legs.
“No! Get off me! You can’t do this to me! You will be banished!” I screamed and kicked. The wolf on me shifted and slapped me across the face.
“Shut up you bitch! Luna rewarded you to us.”
My world spun with burning pain on my chin.
I curled in a fetal position, clinging to the remains of my clothes like the rags could shield me from the men.
“Strip yourself or we will fuck you with the sticks!” The men slapped and kicked, forcing me to spread up.
I cried and held myself tight. I could taste blood in my mouth mixed with tears. Darkness slowly crept in, and I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Mom,” I muttered hopelessly when Elara surged forward again, and I didn’t have the strength to hold her back this time.
“Enough!” A familiar feminine voice pierced my ears, snapping me out of the realms of shifting.
My pupils dilated and turned back to normal. “Mother!” I managed, in a shaky voice.
“Your mother was dead. I’m your Luna.” She said coldly, sizing me from head to toe, her lips straightened in a straight line. ” The corner of her eyes crinkled in a deep frown. Luna Stacy turned to stare at the man. “That’s enough for today.”
Elara growled, then buried herself deep. She can't face this woman, whose children she killed. I couldn't as well. But I forced myself to sit up, bared my neck to her, and looked at her boots. “Gross.” Her voice was soaked with disgust, seeing me no more than a curse.
This is how my pack sees me, how my father sees me.
I was to be blamed for the miscarriage of her child, the heir of our pack.
“Alpha wants to see you in his office now. Clean up and go,” Luna Stacy stared down at me, “Don't try to play pity in front of him you slut.”
“I won't,” I murmured.
I struggled up and tried to cover my body with the rags on me. She dragged me up by the hair, and my body was exposed to the men around.
I tried to cover myself while answering her, but she was not happy with it. She grabbed the hem of my clothes impatiently and ripped them off. Malice dripped off her tongue when she took my hair and pushed me to our pack house as if I were livestock, “Why bother? Scamper on, the Alpha hasn't got all day to wait for you.” Luna Stacy seethed through clenched teeth.
She escorted me out of the woods, along with the naked slaves. They darted back to their clothes on the brink of the woods while I had nothing.
I was lower than a slave.
Being displayed like a whore in front of the whole pack.
That was when I saw it.
A menacing convoy of black SUVs I had never seen before was packed in front of the pack house. I froze. I wasn't just being paraded in front of my pack.
I was being displayed, like a whore. For the guests. For the outsiders.
Luna Stacy had me ruined.
RIONA'S POV I watched Rylan and his grandmother speaking. Equal parts confused, and equal parts curious. Odessa whined inside of me. She perked her head to take in everything in front of her, but the heat from his mere presence confused her. “Camilla, there's never a good time for anything,” he muttered. Whatever the problem was, it was obvious it drained a part of him, he didn't want to talk about. A mixture of panic, and pain lined his facial features. His jaw clenched harder with each word he spoke. His gray eyes became tawny, coloured with wariness. Camilla reached for his hands, and squeezed it softly. “Son, we can't have you plunging into something that delicate,” frustration carved wrinkles on her face, “Remember you still need to win the heart of your subordinates, to become the official heir to Oakville throne.” His lips parted like he was about to counter her, when she added, beating him to it. “I don't think the pack members would want an injured Alpha.” He grunted, r
Tree branches slapped and scratched me, searing my skin as I ran through the thick woods. Heavy stomps of feet raced closer to me, covering the distance between me and my predators, and reached my ears. My vision became blurry, and it took every bit of willpower in me to keep my heavy legs running through the woods filled with thorns. My lips fell slightly apart as I struggled to drag in oxygen into my lungs. “Riona, you can't run away from us…” one man growled behind me before he let out a sinister laugh.My wolf, Elara, twirled inside of me, fighting and scratching to come to the surface. Unlike me, she was raw, brutal, and wouldn't hesitate before her claws sliced out and dug out their eyes.Elara was nothing like me. She was always ready for a faceoff with anyone she perceived as an enemy. But letting her have her way would mean shoving her as bait to her enemies. They would easily outnumber her, and the last thing I wanted was a weakened wolf.With each step I took, my legs fel
RIONA'S POV My day started badly. My feet tingled with a foreign stiffness I wasn't used to. I made to turn but my insides twisted with a torturing pain. I fell with my back against the bed. I let out a groan, when Alpha Theron's scent floated into my nose. Elara reared her head in sheer pleasure. His presence soothed a part of her, a part of us we didn't know needed to be calmed. What followed next was the stomping of his feet against the marble tiles as he approached my bed. His gaze net mine, and even with the signature permanent scowl etched on his face, his eyes glimmered with a soft smile.I made to push myself up, Alpha Theron covered the small distance between us, and wrapped his arms around me, serving as an edge. The warmth pressed harder into my bones. “Hey,” A faint bitter taste lingered in my mouth. I tipped my head sideways to take in his facial expression. The skin beneath his eyes was smudged from exhaustion. My eyes hovered around the room, and the pieces of puzz
ALPHA THERON'S POV Streaks of anger resurfaced at the edge of my consciousness. I got her to the safety of the pack house. The instant I set her in bed, I checked her thoroughly. My heart slammed against my ribcage with a bruising force. Examining her wounds was like stabbing my muscles with a silver dagger. Asides the cuts, and the mild concussion there was nothing to panic about. Still, the surge of adrenaline slithering through my veins petered out any sense of reasoning. I…I thought I'd lost her. Mental images of holding Riona's limp body emerged at the edges of my consciousness. Her body felt limp, cold. Riona's temperature was beyond belief. I unbuttoned her shirt, and waited for the slightest response from her— I got nothing. The lingering fear of losing her pressed further into my consciousness. I made a mental note to deal with Kanesha much later. For now, all I wanted to do was see Riona back to her feet. That was what mattered to me. I placed a bag of ice packs agains
THERON'S POV My curled fist hung midway in the air, as I fought with my guts whether to knock on her door or not. It's been a few days since I flipped on her. Somehow, Riona had thought the best option she could come up with was keeping to herself. The first couple of days I'd ignored her. Yep. I'd struggled through breakfast and having to train without feeling the gaze of a certain five foot six inches staring at me. Today was the height of it. Vuk had snugged me out of my sleep and dragged me straight to her door. ‘Vuk, we really don't have to do this,’ I tried to cajole him. He hissed. ‘Do what exactly?’ Vuk reiterated. My jaw clenched. ‘Going to meet her right in her room! It's absurd man, and you know it.’ ‘Hmm. Last I checked, a certain Alpha wouldn't keep his arms off his mate while in bed—’ Wait a quick minute. I cut him off before he had a chance to continue his rambling. ‘That was different and you know it. She was sick, sick! I couldn't let her suffer that alone.’ V
RIONA'S POV My insides collapsed as Alpha Theron masculine scent swooshed out the last ounce of oxygen from my lungs. Everywhere spun around in a haze of polaroid, and I tightened my grip around him— technically, Alpha Theron's bulky physique prevented my arms from curling around him perfectly. This should've felt perfect. But a tiny feeling of nostalgia wrapped around me. Elara was all but calm. We remained in that position for what seemed to be like forever, when it actual sense, it lasted for ten minutes. Alpha Theron pulled away from the hug, and a strange feeling of disappointment engulfed me. “What was it you wanted to talk about?” He quipped. His voice, sleek and husky. I swallowed the lump that gathered my throat. A slight headache was starting to blossom at the base of my skull. “I-I-I–” I stopped when Elara stirred. She didn't seem like she was satisfied by the abrupt end of the contact between I and Theron Moretti. He—We were yet to consummate the bond between us. Conc
ALPHA THERON'S POV I spent the next couple of days shuffling between pack duties, and keeping things in place. Vuk was even more disgruntled by my refusal to consummate the bond with our mate. “Fire!” One of the warriors screamed out the order to the rest of the warriors. The sun had just appeared from the dark clouds indicating the start of a new day— which meant training. There was no trusting anyone else. Especially when it had to do with my pack subordinates. Heck! Even the warriors at the pack might flaunt my rules in my absence. So, the only right thing to do was doubling the security around the pack house. It was the powerhouse of the Silverfang. My jaw clenched in disgust when one of the warriors hit Gamma Vincent to the ground. Vuk hissed in response. Embarrassing. My nerves tightened with animosity. “What the hell are you doing huh?” I sneered. “Do I smell incompetence with my Gamma?” I demanded in a husky voice. Gamma Vincent struggled up to his feet. I narrowed my e
THERON'S POV This second, I get lost in the swing of emotions. In a swing of an eye, I snap out and irritation prickles through my veins. Ugh! I hated dealing with weird intense emotions. They killed me, ripped me apart. It was already enough that Vuk struggled to dig his fangs into her skin and mark her his, each time we set eyes on her. I took the left staircase, and headed to my chambers. I had a brief meeting with the pack elders. I hated meetings. And it got worse since they started questioning my capability as an Alpha. Who the hell do they think they are! Riona's Alpha instincts were way stronger than I could imagine. There was more to her than she knew. She was the broad canvas with her pieces scattered all over the place. One piece held a different story from another piece. I was going to— “Theron!” A sultry feminine voice cut through my train of thoughts, and a low growl erupted from the corner of my lips. I stopped abruptly in my tracks, and turned to the direction o
RIONA'S POV I relished in the ecstasy of the moment, as I took in the sight before me. I'd seen the sunrise— from a good distance of course. Capturing it this close. My arms brushed against his sharp shoulder blade. I tightened my grip around the rails, taking in the crisp fresh air. “It’s really beautiful,” the words fell out of my mouth before I could think it through. Still, the pangs of regret I thought would linger weren't there, not even slightly. Silence rented the air around us. Still, I could practically taste the serenity that dug in the crevices of the silence. “Exceedingly perfect,” he said in that familiar husky tone that left a trail of tingles in its wake. Elara reared her head sideways, her body rippling with an intense urge to rub her fur against his. It was one thing to know my mate. Yet another to consummate the bond between us. Another round of silence pressed in around us. I had so much to say. Since I thought they were baseless, I clamped my mouth shut and w
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