Xavier’s POV
My fingers pressed into her delicate flesh, my hold strengthening as I gained freedom. I cursed under my breath, my thoughts whirling in pleasure and bewilderment as I dived farther into her heat. Her body coiled over me, her groans panting. Desperate. My hips halted, and then— "You need to pull out," she cried. Her voice alone nearly sent me over the edge. "Shit—yeah," I mumbled. With a dreadful shudder, I obeyed, staggering back as reality blasted into me. I had just fucked my Luna. My Lady. Alpha's wife. I barely noticed how my hands gripped my still-hard length and my pants pooled at my legs. I was still perplexed as she turned to face me, her body glowing from our combined heat. "Xavier, that was—" She paused when she saw the expression on my face. I must have appeared crazy. Bewildered. Because I could not believe it. I had just experienced the best fuck of my life. With the most attractive she-wolf in the pack. The Luna from Fresh Meadows. "Xavier?" she said again, startling me out of my reverie. I moved fast, reaching for my slacks and wrapping the rope around my waist. My heart raced. I felt like a thief who had taken something valuable. Because I did. I had stolen something that I had no right to touch. I took a step back. "My Lady…" I hesitated, my voice trembling. She made two steps toward me. I took five steps back. Her eyes sought mine. “Xavier, what’s the matter?” she whispered. Her voice did something to me. I clinched my teeth, fighting the desire to take her back into my arms. I couldn't do it. This was quite risky. She was more than just my Luna; she was the wife of a powerful Alpha. If I valued my life, I needed to leave here. "I'll be on my way, My Lady," I said, pushing out and turning quickly. I was prepared to leave. But her fingers gripped my wrist. I froze. The touch shot a thrill through me. My heart clapped so fast against my ribs, I was sure she could hear it too. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" she questioned, her lips curling into a smile. “We just had fun…” My throat tightened. "Oh no, My Lady," I swallowed heavily. "I… I feel ashamed." She tilted her head, her fingers slipping around my waist. Shit. I clenched my hands. If she kept caressing me in that manner, I would— "I wasn't in the right frame of mind," I mumbled, feeling my power diminish. I needed to leave. Now. But then — She slipped her nails down my chest. I shuddered. "Hush it," she said quietly. "Don't tell me you're about to apologize again." Her eyes darkened with evil. "We just had fun," she purred, "and I look forward to more where that came from. " Goddess help me. I couldn’t hope for anything more. But she was a married lady. A married lady who belonging to a strong, nasty Alpha. If I was caught… I’d be pulled apart. Literally. I took a wobbly step back. "My Lady, I shall take my leave now," I replied quickly. Then— I turned and ran. I didn’t even wait to see whether she would follow. I knew that if I stayed any longer, I wouldn't be able to reject her again. She yelled my name, but I didn’t dare stop. We had already been too reckless. Someone may have stepped in. We were lucky. This time. I hurried toward the busiest portions of the castle. I needed witnesses. People. A crowd. Somewhere I couldn’t be pulled back into sin. I ran until I was sure she was not in sight. Then, I sneaked inside the omega quarters, making straight for my room. The second I went inside, I dropped into my bed. "Shit," I mumbled. My fingers raked through my hair, anger pulling at my chest. "What the hell did I just do?" My wolf twitched restlessly. First, Ceres refused me. Then, the Luna kissed me. And now—I'd fucked Luna of Fresh Meadows. If someone finds out… No. No one could find out. This had to remain hidden. I had to forget what happened. The door creaked open. I jumped up quickly. It was Nevada. My roommate. My heart hammered. I turned toward him, trying to mask my fear. "When did you get here?" I questioned, my voice strangely tight. Nevada narrowed his eyes. "You look… off," he answered softly. I swallowed hard. "Why are you lying on the bed like that?" he pushed. "You look dejected." I sprang up, walking. I needed to look regular. “Did something bad happen?” he asked, studying me carefully. I stopped moving. My hands clenched behind my back. I have to act normal. I faked a careless shrug. "I'm fine," I lied. "Just… did a little workout, and it took its toll on me." Nevada's brow raised. "A workout?" "Yeah," I answered quickly. "It’s been a while." Yeah. A while since I last raped my Alpha’s wife. I winced at my own ideas. Goddess no. I couldn’t afford to think about her just now. I needed to cleanse my head. Nevada kept watching. Then, ultimately, he said, "If you say so." I breathed out a small sigh of relief. But just when I thought he was going to drop it— He said, "Where were you working out, though?" My breath caught. Shit. Omegas weren’t allowed to utilize the gym. Unless… “You snuck in?” Nevada guessed. “No,” I said too fast. His eyes narrowed. "So, where?" I paused. Then pushed the first thing that came to mind. “At the stable.” Nevada frowned. “But I was at the stable earlier. I didn’t see you there.” My stomach tightened. My eyes blinked twice. Before I could think of an answer, Nevada added— "But I did see the Luna there."Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh
Blythe’s POV Beta Vegas is a first-class busybody, and I despise seeing him anywhere near me. And I have a legitimate cause. He’s Vito’s closest friend—which means he knows. He knows what my spouse has been doing behind my back. How Vito has been banging omega slaves for years while coming home professing to be too exhausted to touch me. How he never once questioned our lack of closeness, since he was obtaining fulfillment elsewhere. Vegas knows. And I wouldn’t be astonished if he did the same. Maybe that’s why I’ve never liked him. Maybe that’s why his false care and intrusive inquiries make me nauseous. Not like I care if people talk about me. I mean, I once overheard Vito telling Vegas that I was not good in bed. That was years ago, back when I still cared about our marriage. Now? Now, I know Xavier thinks differently. Warmth suffused my chest at the idea of him. He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me grin. My body desires his contact i
Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess
Blythe’s POV “Have you seen the Alpha?” I inquired, my voice tinged with irritation as an omega servant came from Alpha Vito’s apartments. I had come to advise him that the guests were awaiting him—the welcome address had just began. The omega bowed deeply before saying, “I have no idea, My Lady.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then why were you in my husband’s chambers?” She wasn’t carrying a laundry basket or cleaning goods, so what precisely had she been doing in there? “I was sent to summon the Alpha to the gathering, so I thought he might be here,” she stated. I watched her for a while, then dismissed her with a flick of my wrist. She scurried away. Vito wasn’t in his chambers, the courtroom, or the gathering. Where might he be? A rendezvous with his daughter, Ceres, perhaps? Today was Ceres’ eighteenth birthday, a milestone she had been anxiously anticipating. Likewise, her father and I. We anticipated her to find her fated mate—I was intrigued to meet my f
Blythe’s POV I pulled myself out of Ceres’ rooms, my steps slow and timid. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been looking into his eyes until he coughed—his careful, almost sorry effort to break the link. Xavier. He was lovely, the type of beauty that seemed wrong in the omega class. How could someone so beautiful be an everyday stable hand? For the first time in years, I felt… thrilled. Like an infatuated adolescent. Ceres rejected this? The selfish brat had everything—wealth, rank, a privileged life. Yet, she tossed away a partner promised by the Moon Goddess as if he were nothing. I shook my head at her childishness and headed toward the east wing of the house. Maybe Vito was there, enjoying the fresh wind. The guy had a habit of leaving without notice. It was nothing new. But even as I went, my thoughts wandered back to Xavier. A kid like him didn’t fit in the shades of slavery. He handled himself with a calm grandeur that didn’t matc
Blythe’s POV “My Lady?” His voice was faint, unsure. I blinked again, pulled from my churning thoughts, and found myself smiling—an instinctive response to him. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I got lost for a moment.” I wiped tiny particles off my gown, more to distract myself than anything. Xavier was still staring at me, his face opaque. I took the chance to watch him more carefully, changing so I was sat across from him, where I could take him in thoroughly. There was an anxious energy surrounding him. “Is something on your mind, My Lady?” he questioned carefully. I breathed, then patted the area next me. “Come sit.” He paused, as if frightened of approaching too near. Finally, he obeyed, his stance firm, his shoulders set. I smiled, directing my sight to the swirling river instead of him. Perhaps that might help him relax. “Be at ease,” I comforted him. “I won’t bite.” A laugh slipped me. He put forth a faint, timid smile in return. And my stom
Blythe’s POV “I’m so sorry. Forgive me, My Lady.” His voice was breathless. Even his apologies sounded seductive to me. Xavier rose swiftly, his motions fast, restless—as if he wanted to get away from me immediately. I didn’t want him to feel sorry. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted more. The way I had moaned into his lips as we kissed—I wanted him to moan the same way. I opened my mouth. “It’s—” “I’m deeply sorry, My Lady.” He cut me off with another apology, his voice harder. “I sincerely regret my actions.” That was a lie. I knew it was. I scowled inwardly at his foolishness. I wanted to taste every inch of him. Those sweet, wicked lips had stirred something wild within me. I longed to bring him back in. But his sorry-ass apologies was destroying the occasion. “There is nothing to be sorry about,” I said, edging closer. He instantly took two steps back. Then he bowed his head, eyes downcast. “No. I apologize, My Lady. I went too far w
Blythe’s POV The next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, I began my search. For him. Xavier. I was restless, eager to find him. I walked through the castle like a ghost, careful to ensure that no one knew I was looking for a slave boy. The mere thought of someone asking me—a Queen looking for an omega—was shocking. So, I kept my search a secret. I didn’t ask the other omegas. I didn’t draw attention to myself. I simply looked. First, I passed the kitchen, where cooks and workers bustled about. But he wasn’t there. Then, I checked the plants. The omega rooms. The building. The government hall. Nothing. Even the warehouse, where the horses’ feed was kept—not a single sign of him. Did he leave? Did he run away last night—never to return? The thought made my stomach drop. Then— The sound of horses. I froze. The stables. How could I forget? I turned quickly, my heart racing, and ma
Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess
Blythe’s POV Beta Vegas is a first-class busybody, and I despise seeing him anywhere near me. And I have a legitimate cause. He’s Vito’s closest friend—which means he knows. He knows what my spouse has been doing behind my back. How Vito has been banging omega slaves for years while coming home professing to be too exhausted to touch me. How he never once questioned our lack of closeness, since he was obtaining fulfillment elsewhere. Vegas knows. And I wouldn’t be astonished if he did the same. Maybe that’s why I’ve never liked him. Maybe that’s why his false care and intrusive inquiries make me nauseous. Not like I care if people talk about me. I mean, I once overheard Vito telling Vegas that I was not good in bed. That was years ago, back when I still cared about our marriage. Now? Now, I know Xavier thinks differently. Warmth suffused my chest at the idea of him. He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me grin. My body desires his contact i
Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh
Xavier’s POV My fingers pressed into her delicate flesh, my hold strengthening as I gained freedom. I cursed under my breath, my thoughts whirling in pleasure and bewilderment as I dived farther into her heat. Her body coiled over me, her groans panting. Desperate. My hips halted, and then— "You need to pull out," she cried. Her voice alone nearly sent me over the edge. "Shit—yeah," I mumbled. With a dreadful shudder, I obeyed, staggering back as reality blasted into me. I had just fucked my Luna. My Lady. Alpha's wife. I barely noticed how my hands gripped my still-hard length and my pants pooled at my legs. I was still perplexed as she turned to face me, her body glowing from our combined heat. "Xavier, that was—" She paused when she saw the expression on my face. I must have appeared crazy. Bewildered. Because I could not believe it. I had just experienced the best fuck of my life. With the most attract
Blythe’s POV The next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, I began my search. For him. Xavier. I was restless, eager to find him. I walked through the castle like a ghost, careful to ensure that no one knew I was looking for a slave boy. The mere thought of someone asking me—a Queen looking for an omega—was shocking. So, I kept my search a secret. I didn’t ask the other omegas. I didn’t draw attention to myself. I simply looked. First, I passed the kitchen, where cooks and workers bustled about. But he wasn’t there. Then, I checked the plants. The omega rooms. The building. The government hall. Nothing. Even the warehouse, where the horses’ feed was kept—not a single sign of him. Did he leave? Did he run away last night—never to return? The thought made my stomach drop. Then— The sound of horses. I froze. The stables. How could I forget? I turned quickly, my heart racing, and ma
Blythe’s POV “I’m so sorry. Forgive me, My Lady.” His voice was breathless. Even his apologies sounded seductive to me. Xavier rose swiftly, his motions fast, restless—as if he wanted to get away from me immediately. I didn’t want him to feel sorry. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted more. The way I had moaned into his lips as we kissed—I wanted him to moan the same way. I opened my mouth. “It’s—” “I’m deeply sorry, My Lady.” He cut me off with another apology, his voice harder. “I sincerely regret my actions.” That was a lie. I knew it was. I scowled inwardly at his foolishness. I wanted to taste every inch of him. Those sweet, wicked lips had stirred something wild within me. I longed to bring him back in. But his sorry-ass apologies was destroying the occasion. “There is nothing to be sorry about,” I said, edging closer. He instantly took two steps back. Then he bowed his head, eyes downcast. “No. I apologize, My Lady. I went too far w
Blythe’s POV “My Lady?” His voice was faint, unsure. I blinked again, pulled from my churning thoughts, and found myself smiling—an instinctive response to him. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I got lost for a moment.” I wiped tiny particles off my gown, more to distract myself than anything. Xavier was still staring at me, his face opaque. I took the chance to watch him more carefully, changing so I was sat across from him, where I could take him in thoroughly. There was an anxious energy surrounding him. “Is something on your mind, My Lady?” he questioned carefully. I breathed, then patted the area next me. “Come sit.” He paused, as if frightened of approaching too near. Finally, he obeyed, his stance firm, his shoulders set. I smiled, directing my sight to the swirling river instead of him. Perhaps that might help him relax. “Be at ease,” I comforted him. “I won’t bite.” A laugh slipped me. He put forth a faint, timid smile in return. And my stom
Blythe’s POV I pulled myself out of Ceres’ rooms, my steps slow and timid. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been looking into his eyes until he coughed—his careful, almost sorry effort to break the link. Xavier. He was lovely, the type of beauty that seemed wrong in the omega class. How could someone so beautiful be an everyday stable hand? For the first time in years, I felt… thrilled. Like an infatuated adolescent. Ceres rejected this? The selfish brat had everything—wealth, rank, a privileged life. Yet, she tossed away a partner promised by the Moon Goddess as if he were nothing. I shook my head at her childishness and headed toward the east wing of the house. Maybe Vito was there, enjoying the fresh wind. The guy had a habit of leaving without notice. It was nothing new. But even as I went, my thoughts wandered back to Xavier. A kid like him didn’t fit in the shades of slavery. He handled himself with a calm grandeur that didn’t matc
Blythe’s POV “Have you seen the Alpha?” I inquired, my voice tinged with irritation as an omega servant came from Alpha Vito’s apartments. I had come to advise him that the guests were awaiting him—the welcome address had just began. The omega bowed deeply before saying, “I have no idea, My Lady.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then why were you in my husband’s chambers?” She wasn’t carrying a laundry basket or cleaning goods, so what precisely had she been doing in there? “I was sent to summon the Alpha to the gathering, so I thought he might be here,” she stated. I watched her for a while, then dismissed her with a flick of my wrist. She scurried away. Vito wasn’t in his chambers, the courtroom, or the gathering. Where might he be? A rendezvous with his daughter, Ceres, perhaps? Today was Ceres’ eighteenth birthday, a milestone she had been anxiously anticipating. Likewise, her father and I. We anticipated her to find her fated mate—I was intrigued to meet my f