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Author's POV"I thought you said you don't want this huh," he sneered, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "But.... it seems you've been looking forward to this all day." His voice was cold, sending shivers through Elara. He left her chin, throwing her head to the side. "Now. Strip," he commanded again. This time Elara couldn't refuse. Her hands gripped the edges of her dress and she pulled it over her head. Then, she slipped down the straps of her bra and took it off too.Damian's eyes shifted between her breasts, stomach and body, which were bigger than he remembered. Elara had always had a slim body and a flat stomach, so why would she suddenly get bigger?"It seems someone has been gaining a lot of weight," he said, his eyes still roaming her body."....huh!" Elara blinked, caught off guard. "You've gained a lot of weight. One would think you're pregnant."Elara's heart skipped a beat. He noticed how big she had gotten. No. He can't know about the baby. He doesn't dese
Elara's POV The heavy door of the prison slammed shut behind Damian, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake.Still slumped on the cold, prison floor, I felt my body heavy with exhaustion, my limbs weak with pain, and my asshole burning as if it wanted to rip apart and the worst of all was my dignity—shattered. I placed my hand over my mouth trying to stop the sobs that broke free from my throat but I couldn't.I wrapped my arms around myself, I picked up my dress which was lying beside my ripped panties. I draped the dress over my chest, trying in a futile effort to cover the shame burning into my skin.I hated him.I hated myself more—for moaning—so loudly. For responding to his forbidden touch. Every thrust, every flick of his tongue, every spanking of my ass—I fucking responded to it and even enjoyed.I was disgusted. I was filthy.I was so overwhelmed with shame that I didn't notice when the next door creaked open."Elara."The voice made me freeze. The head snapped up. Ethan s
Author's POV Luna Selena could barely wait until it was morning before she unleashed chaos at the palace gate.Luna Selena, once the beloved and elegant Luna of the Pack, now stood with disheveled hair, and thinner than she was before. But her eyes were blazing with fury and her presence was still as commanding as ever as she slammed her palm against the iron gates."I demand to speak to Alpha Damian," she shouted, her voice echoing through the morning sun. "Open these gates at once!"But the guards wouldn't let her come in even though they knew who she was. They exchanged nervous glances but held their ground. "You're not allowed to come inside, Luna Selena," one said, his voice shaky but he still tried to stand his ground."Former Luna," another corrected rudely.This made Luna Selena lose every control in her. Her face was contorted with rage. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner? So this is what I have been reduced to? A stranger in a pack that I once ruled and built?" Then
Author's POV"I'll fuck her everyday until I'm satisfied," he murmured to himself, leaning back on the sofa and stroking his cock lazily. His cock was already hard just by thinking of Elara and dripping with pre-cum. He couldn't wait until night before he took her again.A sharp knock on the door made him flinch. He quickly wrapped his robe properly around himself."Come in," he called out, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and anger.The guards came inside hurriedly, bowing. "Alpha! Alpha—Luna Selena is at the gates. She’s in the palace now. With the Elders.”Damian jolted up from his couch, panic flashing in his eyes. He hurriedly stormed out of his room, but when he realised he was in his night robe, he came back and changed into his regal outfit before storming out again.What? How could this happen? Luna Selena was supposed to be at the hospital, how was she here? Those questions ran through his mind as he walked the palace hallway. He knows Luna Selena's presence wasn't go
Ethan's POV Sleep had been a distant fantasy for me the night I heard Elara moaning to Damian's touch. As I kept thinking about everything that had happened my heart broke.Fuck! Her moans rang relentlessly in my head, persistent like a nemesis trying to catch up with me for a crime I had committed. Even in the darkness I could see her bare body, the way he thrusted into her brutally, the way he spanked her ass roughly and the way she reacted to it. Even though she was in pain. Even though she hated him.I could see every single thing. And it was painful to watch. Painful to see another man fucked the woman I love so wildly like she was some whore. And the worst of all was that my cock hardened at the disgusting sight. For a moment, I wished I was the one fucking her like that.Realization dawned on me that I was worse than Damian. Worse than the man who has broken her. I quickly reprimanded myself and my desire quickly morphed into anger, my chest rising and falling like it was goin
ETHAN'S POVBy the time I reached the palace infirmary, they had already moved her into an ambulance, transferring her into a more renowned hospital. I heard the healers whispering frantically about her condition being more critical than they could handle.I knew instantly that it was cancer. She was already weak and the brutal sex from last night must have made her collapse.Damian!!!If anything happens to Elara, I swear I will kill Damian. With that, I walked back towards my room to set my other plans in motion._______When night fell, I made my way to the underground wing where the assassin and the guards who falsely testified against Elara were being kept. I paid off the night wardens—they knew better than to ask questions when I walked in with my blade.Inside the cold room, they looked up, startled."You," I said coldly, locking the door behind me. "We're going to have a little conversation which will determine if you will survive tonight."I dragged a chair across the floor, t
Elara's POV Warmth. That was the first thing I felt. A strange, almost unreal warmth spread through my body, and also settled deep in my heart. Even if I hadn't opened my eyes to confirm my environment, I knew for sure this wasn't the cold prison floor that had become my home in the past few days. And an arm wrapped around me. Gentle, soft touch as if shielding me from the brutality in this world, in my world.My lashes fluttered as I struggled to open my eyes. The vision was blurry at first, but after several blinking of my eyes, I saw someone I have never imagined seeing, at least not like this. Not in this broken state I'm in.Mother. Her face hovered above mine, her once beautiful face now twisted in pain, her eyes were red and swollen from several hours of crying. She had been crying and she was still crying. Because the tears were still streaming down her face even as she cupped my cheeks like I was the most important thing in the world. Actually, I was the most important thi
ELARA'S POV"I'm sorry," she whispered. Again. And again. "I should have checked up on you sooner. I should have been here for you. I have failed you, Elara."“No,” I whispered, brushing her back gently. “You didn’t. I made this choice. You were only trying to survive too. You were trying to fix the mess I made for you and father. If it weren't for me, my father wouldn't have gotten into an accident.""Don't say that, Elara. It wasn't your fault that you fell in love."Of course, it was my fault. Loving Damian, making sure everyone around me accepted him and failing not to see his betrayal even when it was happening right in front of me. All of it was my fault and I will keep paying for it for the rest of my life.We cried in each other's arms, sniffing as pain consumed us. Her tears soaked the back of my hospital gown and I'm sure mine soaked hers too.Then the door creaked open. Although I had lost my sense of smell and my memories were starting to get disorganised too—the doctor sai
Author's POVHis blood boiled over. But still he said nothing. He knew if he opened his mouth, he might do or say something he'd live to regret forever.Instead, he turned and walked away. Out into the grand courtyard, where the people were still gathered, curious and anxious about the Rogue King’s visit.Damian masked his expression into a neural one, his voice was steady as he faced them. “The Rogue King came to discuss a potential alliance between our kingdoms,” he lied smoothly. “A future of unity and strength.”His words made no sense. It had never happened before. Alliance? Of what use or benefit would that bring to the kingdom? And since when did the Rogues become that decent to want peace? But they did believe him anyway. They still trusted in his judgement even though everything with Elara had made them once doubted him in the past.There were murmurs, heads nodding, faces covered with confusion.“Did you accept, Alpha?” Elder Scrolls asked, his expression unreadable.Damian
Author's POV"Release my son or else you better prepare your fires. Because I'll make sure to ruin you."The moment the Rogue king said that everything inside Damian shifted. The tension thickened, wrapping itself around Damian like chains. His hands were clenched into fists, and his breathing was shallow. Revealing the truth about the baby would be disastrous. It wasn't just about him anymore. No.... It was about the innocent life who might be caught up in all this. This might hurt the baby and ruin everything.Fuck! He had lost eventually. Despite everything he had done to stay in control of his own actions, it was useless. Alaric had cornered him in ways he had never ever expected.How could Alaric stoop so low? Using Lyra who had been like a daughter to him as a bargain? Using an innocent life as a bargain? Alaric was worse than he had thought. He was a selfish bastard who cares about no one else but his fucking self.Alaric noticed his thoughts and his heart swelled triumphantl
Damian's POV“I did what I had to do,” he said with zero remorse. “To protect the kingdom. To keep the power from falling into the wrong hands. If I had told them that it was Kael who destroyed it, do you know what would have gone wrong? The kingdom would have fallen apart."“No,” I said through clenched teeth. “You did it to manipulate me. To make sure I was always in your debt. Always loyal. Always scared.”It was silent. He knew I was right. He has done it to have me wrapped under his fingers. To make sure to always stay in control of me.He folded his arms. “And yet you turned out exactly the way I needed you to.”The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. He didn't regret it. He didn't care about me at all and I wondered why I hadn't seen that all these years even before I found out about his manipulation."You don't care about me, Alaric," I said, my voice low and filled with disappointment. "Then why? ...... Why do you save me? Why did you take me in? Why did you have to go
Damian’s POVThe grand hall was as quiet as a grave yard. Too quiet. Too tense. The silence was sharp enough to cut through steel. King Alaric stood like a monument of war and ruthlessness. Not a flicker of emotion appeared on his face. He wasn’t here as a father. He was here as a king. And the venom in his gaze told me he had expected to walk out of here with his son.Too bad I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I'd rather die than do that. Especially not when I had someone to impress. Not when I have someone who desperately seeks justice than anyone else. Elara. She would never forgive me if I let him go. If I do, it would destroy whatever hope that was left for us. So..... I won't succumb to this. Never.“So,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ve chained Kael like a criminal. Beaten him like a dog. Was this your plan all along, Damian? To treat my son like a common criminal?" Then he screamed out loud like I had forgotten Kael's real identity. "Don't forget he's
Damian's POVI stared at him. Stared at my friend, and for a moment, memories of our time in the Rogue kingdom resurfaces. The times we used to hunt together, the times we used to train together and those times where we got into the same academy. Everything was going well until I remembered how manipulative he and his father had handled the relics situation.That single act traumatized me for years. For years I felt like I was cursed, felt like I would bring destruction to the people around me. It was only with the help of Lyra that I was able to regain my self confidence.And since then, I have grown careful of him and his father. Till date, they didn't know I knew the truth about the relics and they often wonder how I changed so much, not knowing that they changed me.“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Because the investigation on Ethan's corpse showed that he was hit with a silver bullet and his wound was infected because it wasn't treated. You can see that it sounds like you ha
Damian’s POVI sat still in my study, the silence in the room pressing getting more suffocating every second. Ethan was dead. The words kept replaying in my mind, mocking me with every echo.He was dead. Dead just like that. Dead without any explanation. Dead like a chicken. Ethan was a still a young boy for fuck sake.I ran my hand over my face, trying to chase away his reflection from my imagination. Ethan was more than a warrior. He was one of the few people I trusted—trained, molded, and handpicked to serve me and watch Elara when I thought she couldn’t be trusted. And now, he is gone.Something dark coiled up in my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he must have died because of this whole issues. If I hadn't ordered him to watch over Elara, would he still be alive?I hadn't expected it to hit me this hard. I hadn’t expected the loss to feel so painful and so… personal. But it did. It hit me so hard that I was traumatised and I remembered my family's death. The pa
Elara's POVThe guards at the dungeon entrance stiffened the moment they saw me approach. Fear etched on their faces as they exchanged glances. But I was unbothered.“I need to see him,” I said. “Now.”One of them who seemed to be courageous enough stepped forward, blocking my way. “Luna, we have orders from Alpha Damian. No one goes in without clearance.”“Move,” I growled, voice deadly low.They didn’t. My hand tightened around the dagger. I took a step forward, chest heaving.“I said. Move.”Still, they didn’t budge. They didn't care if I lunged at them or not. They were willing to die. Damian must have issued them a strict warning never to let me in at all costs.Then, behind me, a deep familiar voice broke the tension. “Elara. Stop.”Damian. I turned slowly, not bothering to hide the fury on my face. “He’s dead,” I spat. “Ethan is dead and I know Kael had something to do with it. And you’re protecting him?”“I’m not protecting anyone,” Damian said quietly, approaching me. “I’m tr
Elara’s POVMaybe I fell to the ground or not, I don't remember. I only realised my knees scraping against the cold hospital floor, my mouth parted in a scream but no sound came out. The hospital walls felt like they were closing in, ripping off the air out of my lungs.“He’s not…” My voice cracked as I sob loudly. “He can’t be gone. He promised....he promised to protect me...."I couldn't finish the statement. His face flashed before my eyes and it seemed like he was just right in front of me. I remember the last time we saw each other in the prison. The way he cupped my face with so much concern on his handsome features and made a vow. "I won't let you die. I'll find a way to save you and the baby. I swear it."Yes, he made me a promise. He promised to save us. He should be here fulfilling his promises and...... not dead. Gomez bent down beside me, uncertain, hesitant, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have told you like
Elara’s POVToday, I felt warmer, stronger. I didn’t feel the usual cold or weakness like it had the past few days. I could practically feel the renewed energy surging through me. It was exhilarating, my wolf was awakened and I could feel my abilities returning.Maybe it was the potion. Yes...it should be the potion. Or maybe… just maybe I was healing. I might have found favor at the sight of the Moon Goddess.“Your vitals are stronger than ever,” the doctor said with a gentle smile, handing me the printed report. “It’s unbelievable. The pregnancy is stable, and we might not even go through the procedure to deliver the baby. Your body is recovering at a miraculous rate. Whatever remedy you’ve been using—it’s working, Luna. If it continues at this rate, then maybe the cancerous cells too might reduce," he added, his voice alight with hope. "This is nothing short of a miracle."I stared at the paper in disbelief. For so long, I thought I was losing everything. But now… there was hope.