“You think you can run from me?” his voice was low, dangerous as his piercing grey eyes locked onto mine. “You carry my child, my blood. You are mine, Snow. And I will burn the world to keep what’s mine.” I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. They never did. Snow can’t speak or sing. Not a single word has escaped her throat since that night…that night she watched her parents die. Hated and ostracized by her pack, Snow bears the weight of their hatred, blamed for a murder she didn’t commit. With nothing left to live for, she plans to end it all on her 19th birthday. But a fateful encounter with a dangerous stranger that led to a one-night stand changes everything. When Snow finds herself pregnant weeks later, she just wants to forget the man who shattered her walls in one night. But that becomes impossible when she discovers he’s none other than Roman King–the ruthless Lycan King. Her mate. And if there’s one thing everyone knows about Roman, it’s that he doesn’t take no for an answer.
View MoreSnow’s P.O.V His hand tangled into my hair this time and he yanked it tight. “I wasn’t asking, Snow.” Trapped beneath his towering frame, I trembled, searching his face with wide eyes. He looked angry and that rage in his gaze felt too familiar–like the other Alphas who hurt me and took just because they could. My stomach knotted in fear and it overrode very rational thought. If I didn’t satisfy the Alpha, he might hurt me badly. I had a baby in my stomach. I couldn’t let him beat me to death. So holding his gaze, I dropped to my knees and my hands reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. If I submitted and gave him my mouth for him to fuck it, maybe he wouldn’t hurt me. That always worked with the other Alphas. But the King’s body went rigid. A sharp curse tore from his lips, and he caught my wrists, yanking my hands away. “Stop!” His voice cracked like a whip. I went still, blood pounding in my ears. “I can smell your fucking terror, Snow!”He bit out, eyes bl
Two weeks later Snow’s P.O.V I pressed a trembling hand to my flat belly, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test and the world tilted on its edge. Positive. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I stumbled back, clutching the edge of the sink in the dirty bathroom. My reflection stared back at me, pale and wide-eyed, as if even she didn’t recognize who I was anymore. A silent sob wracked my body and I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep myself from falling apart completely. I’d been throwing up and fainting since that night with…with him. A part of me didn’t want to accept the possibility of a pregnancy until the head maid commented on my sickly appearance, asking if she should get the doctor. It wasn’t that she cared about me, but if i died under her watch, the alpha would destroy her. So i quickly refused and decided to take the test…and now, this. Pregnancy out of wedlock was forbidden for an Omega, especially one like
Snow's p.o.v My knees wobbled as I stumbled back away from the man–no, force–looming by the doorway, blocking any chance of escape. I couldn’t breathe without gulping in his scent. Did he follow me? He stepped forward, the light from the moon seeping through my windows catching the sharp angles of his face. For the first time tonight, I could clearly see his grey eyes. They were like a winter storm, cold, but devastatingly beautiful, framed by thick lashes. His jaw was all hard lines, shadowed by stubble and I was appalled when I wondered how that scruffy hair would feel against my face. “What the hell did you think you are doing?” His voice was rough, like gravel sliding over silk and each word vibrated through the air and into my chest. My lips parted but no answer came. His sheer presence reduced me to nothing but trembling limbs and frantic thoughts. Why was he here? He took another step and, suddenly, instinct kicked in. My head tilted to the side, baring my neck in submi
Snow's P.O.V Today was my birthday and not a single soul knew. To them it was just the big night of the mating ceremony and there was excitement in the air, so I closed my eyes and pretended the excitement was for me. Everyone was happy because it was my birthday. My fantasy was crushed soon by a slur thrown at me and I snapped my eyes back open, getting back to work– arranging chairs and scrubbing tables. Me and the other maids had arrived at the Hallow pack since yesterday and we’ve been busied by so many chores that most of them didn’t have the time to pick on me. Which was good. Hours later, I glanced up as the night fell and my lips curled into a big smile. The ceremony has begun.I quickly ran back into my room and changed into the white dress I'd brought with me. As I ran my hand over the dress, my eyes quickly filled up with tears, burning behind my lids. I couldn't believe it still smelt like her. if I closed my eyes, I could pretend she was right here, hugging me and
I ran. I ran as if my legs were breaking, like the earth itself would open up and swallow me whole if I stopped. Each heavy breath set my lungs on fire,, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from all of them.The memory of his cruel laughter echoed in my head as I whipped past branches. My own brother. He’d watched. He’d let them touch me…and this wasn’t the first time.My chest heaved when I finally reached the stream, collasping my rubber knees in the shallow water. The icy current bit into my flesh, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to scrub it off. All of it. The filth. The shame. The hands that had groped me, the roughness of their touch still burning on my skin.I tore off my dress and threw it somewhere, probably on one of the rocks and clawed at my bare skin. The water swirled red but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t wash away the disgust.My hands trembled as I splashed water over my face and into my mouth, choking back sobs as I spat it back out, mixed with the d
Snow’s P.O.V I hear them. My parents screaming. Their agony is raw and clear as their screams rip through the air. I try to move, to run to them, but my legs won’t work. They feel like they’re made of stone. I reach out my hands to them, but all I can do is watch, frozen and helpless as the black rogues tear into them. The sound of ripping flesh, the blood that splatters the ground–it’s too much, too loud, too real. I wanted to scream too. Help! Help! Help! My lips formed the words but not a single sound escaped. Hel– A sudden splash of cold water dragged me from my nightmare, and back to reality. My body jerked awake, and I snapped my eyes open, looking around me like a wild animal, panting as my chest rose and fell. I was not in the forest. No, I was in the same room under the stairs of the pack house, where I’ve always been–forgotten and unwanted. It would have been pitch dark here if not for the thin sliver of light seeping through the floorboards above. The walls of my r
Snow’s P.O.V I hear them. My parents screaming. Their agony is raw and clear as their screams rip through the air. I try to move, to run to them, but my legs won’t work. They feel like they’re made of stone. I reach out my hands to them, but all I can do is watch, frozen and helpless as the black rogues tear into them. The sound of ripping flesh, the blood that splatters the ground–it’s too much, too loud, too real. I wanted to scream too. Help! Help! Help! My lips formed the words but not a single sound escaped. Hel– A sudden splash of cold water dragged me from my nightmare, and back to reality. My body jerked awake, and I snapped my eyes open, looking around me like a wild animal, panting as my chest rose and fell. I was not in the forest. No, I was in the same room under the stairs of the pack house, where I’ve always been–forgotten and unwanted. It would have been pitch dark here if not for the thin sliver of light seeping through the floorboards above. The walls of my r
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