On the morning of Ivan's wedding to Emily, he woke up feeling trapped. His curtains were drawn, and he shut his ears to the onslaught of activities taking place downstairs.Ivan lay in bed, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending wedding. His parents and sister knew that he didn't want this wedding to take place. He didn't want to marry someone he didn't love, especially after experiencing the depth of true affection with Maya.Emily wasn't a bad person; she was far from it. She was innocent in all of this, but if only she could grow a spine and refuse to submit to this wedding, then they would both be free, and who knows, he might have another chance with Maya and do the right thing.His heart was heavy, and he doubted highly that this marriage was going to work. He didn't even respond to his best friend, who entered the room and warned him to get out of bed so they wouldn't arrive at the ceremony late."Damn it! I don't want to marry her! My mom's controlling everything and ha
Emily looked beautiful in her gown. It was a long white dress with a flowing train that had lace detailing, with a veil covering her face, but Ivan couldn't even look at her. His anger grew as she approached him, a smile plastered on her face.His anger grew as she approached him. Why would anyone willingly sign up to spend the rest of their life with someone who doesn't love them? Emily was acting like a puppet, and it was sickening.It was as though she never believed that maybe one day she could find her mate and fall in love for real. Her family controlled her, and she obeyed their every word.His anger grew when the elder began to emphasize marriage and its commitment. Ivan tuned out, his mind racing with thoughts of Maya and the life he was supposed to have. He couldn't bear to listen to the elder's words, knowing that the supposedly wise elder was supposed to see that he didn't want this marriage."Ivan and Emily, today you embark on a journey of commitment. Marriage is a sacred
Maya had experienced too many painful scenes in the last few weeks, and her anguish was so severe that it caused physical pain. She deeply regretted trusting others.And so she decided to put her problems aside tonight and get ready for her brother and Jennifer's relationship announcement party. Maya didn't see the point, but whatever rocked their boat.It was a pajama party, and she was dressed in fluffy pajamas with cartoon animals on them. It had been more than three weeks since Beatrice pulled that stupid stunt on her, and the betrayal was still fresh in her mind.She wanted to spend her evening tucked in her bed, but it was her brother's party, and she couldn't decline.She put on a brave face and tapped her foot to the DJ's party anthems, and before long, she was dancing with abandon. Her brother could not stop staring at her; he must have wondered if she had lost her mind or something.She picked up a champagne bottle, which popped. She then filled the glass and sipped the bubbl
Book 2Hello readers, the following parts is a continuation of Claimed by the Alpha Triplets. It shows camila's Pov and her pregnancy journey. If you haven't read the book kindly do and it's very possible to also read it as a standalone. ______My worst fears were confirmed when the test strips showed two lines: I was pregnant. As one of the most desired girls at the pack's brothel, this was worse than a death sentence. It was a rule that we must never fall in love with our clients or let them pour their seed into us. Unfortunately, I had done both and was about to lose my relevance and my only source of feeding and shelter.I let Ziah, one of the alpha's triplet sons, ravage my heart, soul, and body. When we began having sex without protection, I was so in love and carried away that I forgot that the possibility of getting pregnant now was extremely high, despite the concoctions we drank to avoid getting pregnant. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!I bit the inside of my lip, uncertain abou
Three weeks had passed since Ziah's rejection, and I was at a loss. I was so miserable because the same dude who had unlocked my heart and soul was rejecting me. Every night, I wet my pillow with tears, and even when I tried to be strong, they found their way and trickled down my cheek.Olivia begged me to be strong because crying and starving were not good for the baby. Also, rumors began to spread when the other girls, who had been jealous as fuck, stopped seeing Ziah come around.Some claimed that he'd found his mate and I was now used goods. Some said there were other establishments with hotter girls where he was getting premium satisfaction. They said the words to my face to spite me.But that was the least of my worries. It was virtually impossible to terminate a pregnancy as a werewolf, especially with my weak Omega blood. I knew the consequences of trying to get rid of the baby. My body would revolt against me, and I could even die.The only solution I had was to either get Zi
Grandma Zora was a godsend. I had spent almost a month in her house surrounded by kindness and warmth. Despite her initial hesitation, she informed me that something told her that I was telling the truth, and she felt pity for me knowing how hard it was going to be for an Omega to carry an alpha pregnancy and couldn't watch me leave. "No seed of mine will end up a bastard. Not while I'm alive,” she had said after welcoming me into her home. "The boys are not here, but you can stay with me while we try to figure out something." Days turned into weeks, and there was no sign of Ziah. I worried for his safety when his grandmother informed me that they had gone for a semester program in the human world to hone their science and technology skills in order to defeat our enemies, the witches. "But...but are you sure they are safe out there?" I asked. "Don't worry, child," Grandma Zora said, patting my hand. "My grandboys are strong and capable. It's crucial now to stay ahead of our enemie
Ziah was avoiding me like the plague. Despite my numerous efforts to be alone with him or even make him notice me, nothing was working. He kept snubbing me every time.One time, I met him in the kitchen eating a cake with Vespa and hugging her from behind. I tried to sound casual and initiate a conversation, but he barely looked up and ignored me.Another time, they were in the garden, and I decided to join them. Ziah carried Vespa bridal style, and they headed back inside. He kept being very petty, and I waited and hoped to catch him alone, but every time he was always with her.I felt a stinging rejection, and he was treating me like a stranger. He seemed to live only to please Vespa, ignoring me and our unborn baby. The pain and hurt were accumulating, and I didn't know how much more I could take.My last attempt was so bad that I cried in my room. There, I saw him coming and hugged his girl so tight she was oblivious that I was behind them, and Ziah kissed her deeply.I knew that I
It was almost impossible to remain positive in this kind of environment. It was depressing to see the man I love pining after another girl.I was trying hard to not hate Vespa, but it was almost impossible because although she was not directly responsible for my problems, she had taken what I craved for, which was Zaira's heart. I took a stroll outside and enjoyed the fresh evening breeze. I had no idea where the boys and their girlfriend had gone, and that made me jealous. Ziah was pouring all of his love and attention on Vespa, and it was clear she would end up with only one of the brothers, likely Kai because she was not a werewolf and couldn't love them equally.If anything, Ziah was the one who was pushing and begging for her attention, and it was very hurtful to see.I stood under the mango tree, hitting the sadness that washed over me. The more I stayed here, the more toxic it would be for my mental health and my baby. I needed someone to talk to, someone apart from Grandma Zo