She was not supposed to fall for him but she did and now she can only blame herself for feeling that way because all he ever does is giving her pain.
View MoreThe air in the pack house kitchen was thick with the scent of spices as Katie stirred a pot of stew. Her hands moved on autopilot, but her mind was elsewhere — trapped in the dark thoughts of her recent loss. Her child, the one she never even knew about was gone And the crushing silence that followed had become unbearable. The door creaked open, and Katie’s grip on the spoon tightened when she heard the familiar voice she least wanted to hear. “Well, look at you, hard at work,” Rihanna said, her tone light, almost too sweet. Katie didn’t turn. She focused on the stew, refusing to let Rihanna’s presence throw her off. “What do you want?” Rihanna walked further in, her heels clicking softly against the floor. “Nothing, really. Just checking in.” Katie scoffed, finally glancing over her shoulder. “Checking in? That’s rich, coming from you.” Rihanna smiled faintly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Katie put down the spoon and turned fully to face her. “Yesterday, you m
After Katie had left the room, slamming the door behind her with a finality that echoed through the space, Jerome stood motionless. The sound of her retreating footsteps was like a drumbeat in his chest, each step hammering home the realization of what he had just done. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but the anger he felt wasn’t directed at her—it was at himself. With a heavy sigh, Jerome sank back into the chair behind his desk. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his own words pressed down on him. “What’s wrong with me?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. The silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. He replayed the confrontation in his mind, every bitter word he had thrown at her, the venom in his tone. He hadn’t meant to be so cruel. But the moment Katie had stood before him, her fragile form trembling, her voice firm yet laced with pain, he had felt something
Katie had spent the last five days locked in her room, drowning in the weight of her grief. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her with memories of everything she had lost. She had barely eaten, her body weak and frail, but her soul bore the heaviest burden. Tonight, however, thirst drove her to action. Her throat was dry, and the thought of water gave her the courage to leave her self-imposed prison. Her hand trembled as she twisted the doorknob. Slowly, she pushed the door open, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. Her eyes darted nervously from one end of the corridor to the other. She couldn’t bear to see anyone, especially not Jerome. The thought of encountering someone who would pity her or, worse, speak to her, made her heart pound with anxiety. When she was certain the coast was clear, she stepped out, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. She reached the kitchen, pausing at the door to listen. It seemed quiet, and relief
The cold, dark walls of the prison cell were suffocating, the air thick with the stench of damp stone and lingering mildew. Katie had long since lost track of time. The aching in her body, both from the brutal fight with Garret and the deep, gnawing pain in her abdomen, was unbearable. Her bruises throbbed, and every movement she made sent waves of agony through her chest, where Garret’s fists had landed, the force of his blows leaving her gasping for air. She could feel the rawness in her skin as she shifted in her corner, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but nothing eased the pain. Her abdomen, too, was a constant source of torment. The cramping, the sensation of pressure building deep within her, felt as though something was wrong. She instinctively curled her body tighter, but it only worsened. Her breath quickened, short gasps escaping her lips, as tears welled in her eyes. She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain. Groaning softly, Ka
Katie’s hand still throbbed, the sensation from the slap lingering like a sting in her own chest. She hadn’t expected the sudden surge of adrenaline or the burst of clarity when she raised her hand against Jerome. The moment felt surreal. She had spoken her mind, said everything she had held back for far too long, and had struck him the man who controlled her life, the man who saw her as nothing more than an object to be used. But now, standing there in the aftermath, Katie could feel her breath growing shallow, a mixture of fear and exhilaration building up inside her. She hadn't anticipated how quickly the regret would settle in. But still, the thought of her own boldness lingered in her veins, the fear of what was coming next only adding to the heat of her pulse. Jerome didn’t move for a long moment. He stood perfectly still, his face unreadable, his eyes dark and cold. His gaze fixed on her, and Katie couldn’t help but tremble, knowing that whatever was coming would
Jerome stirred in his bed, the faint light of morning creeping through the window. He turned over, expecting to find Katie already at his side, as she always did. She was supposed to be there, bringing him breakfast as she always did. But when his eyes opened, the bed beside him was empty. A frown creased his face. Where was she? His anger flared up immediately. Jerome rarely tolerated disobedience, and Katie had always been prompt. This wasn’t like her. Without thinking twice, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet hit the cold floor, his pulse quickening with frustration. He needed to find her. He stormed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, trying to shake off the growing sense of irritation. His mind was already racing. Where could she be? Why hadn’t she come to serve him? After a few moments, he finally felt the tension in his muscles release slightly, though the anger still burned within him. Jerome walked out o
The faint light of dawn crept through the thin curtains of Katie’s room, stirring her awake. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the cracked ceiling above her. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her mind—Jerome’s words, Rihanna's scornful remarks, and the suffocating whispers that followed her like shadows. But as the sun began to rise, so did a determination within her, fierce and unyielding. She sat up abruptly, her jaw tightening. She was done feeling helpless. If the pack saw her as weak sinner, she would prove them wrong. She wouldn’t wait for anyone to rescue her again. Not Jerome. Not anyone. Throwing off the thin blanket, Katie dressed quickly, pulling on a worn pair of leggings and a fitted shirt. The clothes weren’t new, but they were flexible enough for what she had in mind. She tied her hair into a messy bun, her fingers trembling slightly as adrenaline coursed through her. The pack warriors trained early—always at dawn, far beyond the pack
Katie trudged quietly behind Jerome, her hand still clasped in his firm grip as they made their way back to the pack house. Her neck ached from where the rogue’s knife had pressed, and her legs felt like they might buckle at any moment. The forest around them was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, but the calm only heightened her unease. Every step brought her closer to a fate she wasn’t sure she could face. The rogue's chilling words still echoed in her mind: "She's the key. Bring me the half-fire, or this one dies." She swallowed hard, her throat dry and scratchy. What did it mean? And why did Jerome’s expression turn so cold at the mention of it? Jerome remained silent, his jaw tight, his grip unrelenting. Katie risked a glance at him, but his face was unreadable, the usual smirk nowhere in sight. Instead, he radiated an icy tension that made her shiver. As they neared the pack house, the hum of voices drifted toward them, growing lou
Jerome lounged in his private quarters, his shirt half undone, the musky scent of wine and lust clinging to the air. The dim lighting illuminated his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned back in the plush leather chair, a smirking omega perched comfortably on his lap. Her soft giggles filled the room, her hands tracing over his toned chest as he murmured something that made her laugh harder. The world outside his walls seemed distant, unimportant. For Jerome, this moment was just another distraction from the responsibilities that clawed at him daily. He wasn’t the kind of alpha who basked in the weight of leadership. Instead, he preferred the fleeting pleasures of the flesh, letting others assume he didn’t care. But beneath the surface, something darker churned—a ruthlessness that emerged only when provoked. The door burst open without warning, slamming against the wall with a force that made the omega on his lap yelp. Jerome’s eyes flicked up l
Katie leaned against the cold bathroom wall, the taste of bile still lingering in her mouth. Her body trembled as she tried to steady her breathing. The nausea was relentless, and every movement felt like a battle against her own body. She wiped her mouth with a trembling hand and forced herself to her feet, clutching the sink for support. In the mirror, her reflection stared back at her—pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and a weariness that went far deeper than physical illness. She placed a hand over her stomach. It had been weeks since she first noticed the changes, but the signs were undeniable now. Something wasn’t right. “Is this a punishment?” she whispered to herself. The moon goddess didn’t need to say it outright; Katie already felt it in her bones—a reminder of every mistake she’d ever made. The sharp sound of her name snapped her out of her thoughts. “Katie!” Jerome’s voice thundered through the house, the irritation clear even from a distance. Katie’s ...
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