Aira’s POV"Get the hell out of here!"Alexander’s voice boomed, startling everyone in the room. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at the servant who looked too frightened to speak."Y-Yes, Alpha!" the servant stammered before scurrying out of the room, clearly terrified. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving an almost deafening silence in its wake.I lay there, gasping for air, my body weak and trembling from the unbearable side effects coursing through me. I could feel Alexander’s intense gaze on me. When his eyes met mine, they weren’t filled with concern. No. What I saw was pure, unfiltered rage."Why didn’t you send anyone to look for me?" he spat, his voice like ice, yet laced with anger.Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. My chest tightened as I tried to respond, but my voice trembled under his piercing glare. "I... I didn’t—""Don’t you fucking dare lie to me!" he interrupted, his tone sharp and accusing. His words cut through me like a blade.I c
Aira’s POVI was locked away in a room—Alexander’s orders, no doubt. It had become my prison, my cage. For three days now, I had been confined here, left to deal with the silence and the overwhelming pain coursing through my body.On the third day, as I sat in the darkness, a sound broke through the stillness—a noise outside the door.I froze, listening intently. It had been days since I heard anything aside from my own breathing. Alexander hadn’t bothered to check on me, not even once. He threw me in here and walked away as if I didn’t exist. And me? I was left to cope with the aftermath of everything he’d done. The drug that was injected into me left me worst with the side effects, and my body was wracked with pain. The horror of it, though, was the sharp ache between my legs. It was unbearable, I was sore. It felt as though I had been broken.But Alexander didn’t care. He never cared. All I was to him was a temporary distraction, someone to use and discard. And knowing that—i
Alexander’s POVI sat in the pack house, minding my own business, surrounded by an ever-growing pile of responsibilities. Defense strategies, disputes within the pack, food shortages—you name it, I was handling it. Even Cassandra, with her constant nagging, had added to my never-ending list of concerns. It felt like I was carrying the weight of the entire pack on my shoulders, but I didn’t complain. This was my role, my duty as Alpha.Just as I was reviewing some documents, the door swung open with a loud bang. I didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.Amelia stormed inside, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked like she might break a tooth. Her fists were balled at her sides, trembling slightly, not out of fear, but out of sheer rage.“Why are you doing that to her?!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. “You’re abusing her!”I lifted my head slowly, my gaze locking onto hers. My expression remained calm, even though her outburst caught me off guard. I let my eye
Aira’s POVWhen Amelia took me out of my room with several servants, they led me to a serene garden. This place was breathtaking, filled with vibrant flowers of all colors and scents so fresh and calming that it felt like a small escape from reality.Amelia told me she needed to leave for a while. She said she had to talk to Alexander. I tried to stop her. “You don’t have to go,” I said, my voice carrying a hint of desperation. But she insisted. There was a firmness in her tone that left no room for argument. So, reluctantly, I let her go.Now, here I am, waiting in one of the chairs nestled in the garden. My eyes wandered as I tried to distract myself from worrying about how the conversation might unfold. But as soon as I spotted Amelia walking back, I knew something was wrong. Her face was stormy, her expression dark with anger. It was as if whatever conversation she had with Alexander had gone terribly wrong.She didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she sat beside me, letting
Aira’s POVA few days passed, and finally, he arrived—Alpha Gideon, Cassandra’s father. The entire pack was buzzing with excitement, preparing a grand banquet to welcome him."The Alpha of the Raven Claw tribe has arrived!" someone announced loudly. Cheers erupted, and the pack celebrated with enthusiasm.I, on the other hand, stayed near the window, watching everything unfold from my secluded corner. Even though I couldn’t get a clear view of Alpha Gideon from where I stood, his mere presence sent shivers down my spine. His aura alone was enough to make anyone feel intimidated and uneasy.Despite the lively atmosphere outside, I couldn’t help but feel isolated. Since Alpha Gideon’s arrival, Alexander hadn’t visited my room—not even once—after the incident that happened between us. That thought lingered in my mind, but I quickly brushed it off when the door to my room suddenly swung open with a loud bang. It startled me so much that I froze in place.A maid walked in. For a moment, I
Aira’s POVI couldn’t shake off the discomfort I felt while dancing with Alpha Gideon. It was such an odd sensation, almost like my body was trying to resist the situation, even though my mind told me there was nothing to worry about. To my surprise, he was every bit a gentleman during our dance. His movements were careful, his hands placed respectfully on my waist—just as one would expect during a formal dance. He didn’t make any inappropriate gestures, nor did he say anything invasive.Still, I couldn’t understand why being near him made me so uneasy. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but more like the weight of his presence was pressing on me. His gaze never left me, yet it wasn’t overbearing or predatory. He simply watched me with a soft smile that felt oddly sincere. I had expected Alpha Gideon to be commanding, perhaps even bossy, but to my surprise, he wasn’t.As the music slowed and our dance came to an end, he suddenly asked me a question that caught me off guard.“I’m curious abou
Aira’s POVI looked at Alexander, my eyes pleading for him to intervene. I was silently begging him not to agree, not to let this happen. I clung to that small sliver of hope, praying desperately that he would stand up for me. But to my utter dismay, he didn’t come to my rescue. He didn’t defend me. Instead, I was shocked when he slowly nodded.It wasn’t just a simple nod—it was as though he was agreeing wholeheartedly. He turned to Cassandra, his expression calm and indifferent. “Alright,” he began, his voice cold and unfeeling. “I can hand Aira over to Alpha Gideon. I see no problem with it. We can arrange for the transfer... as soon as possible.”The words hit me like a crushing weight. It felt like the entire world had collapsed on top of me. My chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe. Did I hear him correctly? I couldn’t believe it. My tears fell before I could stop them, hot and unrelenting, streaming down my face.I was standing there, helpless, while the people around
Aira’s POVCassandra’s sharp gaze landed on Amelia, her expression twisted in disbelief, as though Amelia had suddenly grown five heads. Her scornful glare spoke volumes. She was furious, not just at me but at Alexander’s sister for daring to stand against her.I glanced around nervously, taking in the scene unfolding around us. The tension in the air was suffocating, and everyone’s expressions mirrored the chaos in my heart.Alexander stood in the background, his brows furrowed as if caught in an internal struggle. He looked unsure—hesitating, debating whether to intervene or stay out of it. Meanwhile, Alpha Gideon lingered on the sidelines, watching the confrontation with unsettling unconcern. He didn’t lift a finger to stop what was happening, letting his daughter run the show. It made my blood boil.Cassandra’s voice broke through my thoughts, commanding everyone’s attention. “You are of noble status,” she began, her tone dripping with disdain.My eyes snapped back to her as sh
Aira’s POVI watched Ezekiel quietly as he rested, recovering from the healer’s treatments over the past few days. His face was still pale, and the faint traces of pain lingered, but he looked better than before. I felt a mix of relief and worry as I observed him in silence.He had fallen asleep before the healer came back. He had regular check-ups to make sure his wounds were healing properly. My eyes stayed on him, but for some reason, a heavy feeling weighed down on me as I stared at his still form. The healer stood up and turned to me, giving me a reassuring glance.“His condition looks good now,” she said. “Just call me if the pain worsens or if the ointment doesn’t work.”“Thank you, always, for your help,” I replied to her. She nodded and left without a word.Once she was gone, I sat by the edge of his bed, unable to take my eyes off him. All I could do now was wait for him to wake up. But it wasn’t long before I felt my eyelids growing heavy. I could barely keep them open.“I
Aira’s POVI turned my back on him; however, he shouted.“Aira, no!” Alexander’s desperate voice broke through the chaos. I winced as his hold tightened, the intensity in his eyes begging me to listen.Then, to my shock, he fell to his knees.“Please, you need to believe me!” he yelled. “Aira, we were finally getting somewhere—why is everything falling apart now?” His voice cracked. Panic was etched into his face.But I was done listening. Fury clouded my thoughts, drowning out reason. I yanked my wrist free, “Get lost!” I shouted, my voice trembling from the rage surging through me.I turned to Ezekiel, ignoring Alexander’s broken expression as I reached out to help him. Ezekiel grunted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip.“I don’t ever want to see you again,” I spat, my words aimed at Alexander like daggers. My pulse raced as I watched his expression crumble.Alexander’s eyes widened, disbelief washing over his face. For a moment, he was utterly still, the weight of my rejectio
Aira’s POV‘Aira…help!’I jolted awake, my heart racing. My breathing was ragged as I struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep. Blinking rapidly, I realized I had fallen asleep on one side of the couch in the mansion’s living room. I quickly sat up, rubbing my face, and turned to look at the clock. It was already late at night.Ezekiel.A sudden wave of unease washed over me. I glanced around, searching for him, but he was nowhere in sight.“E-Ezekiel? Are you here?” My voice came out shaky as I pushed myself up.I moved carefully, my hands instinctively cradling my lower abdomen. I had to be extra careful for the baby. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the lights.The moment the room illuminated, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in horror.Drag marks.Dark, disturbing stains smeared across the living room floor, forming a trail that led deeper into the mansion. My stomach twisted painfully.“What the hell is this?” I whispered to myself, my heartbeat hammering again
Ezekiel’s POVI wasn’t surprised when I woke up and found myself in a dark, damp underground garage. The air was thick with the scent of oil and rust, and the cold concrete beneath me. And then I felt it—a sharp blade pressed against my throat.My breath hitched for a brief second, but I quickly regained my composure. My life hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of that very blade. Yet, I refused to show fear.The wielder of the weapon? None other than him.“Alexander,” I muttered, my voice steady despite the lethal situation. Our gazes locked.His expression was cold, his eyes brimming with restrained fury. But me? I smirked. I refused to let him see me waver.“What brings you here, huh?” I taunted, my voice dripping with amusement. “I knew I caught a familiar scent while I was resting. Let me guess—after Aira and I fell asleep, you made sure to drag me here, down to this underground pit, away from her eyes.” My smirk widened. “You didn’t want her to see what you’re up to, d
Ezekiel’s POV“Where is Aira now?” I asked the moment I returned to the mansion."She's upstairs, Alpha Ezekiel, in her room. Just reading her book," the maid replied respectfully."Does she ever leave? Has she disobeyed me?" My voice was firm, searching for any sign of defiance.The maid quickly shook her head. "No, Alpha. She never tries to escape. Ever since the security around the mansion tightened, she hasn't stepped outside. She stays in her room most of the time. When she does move around, it's only within the mansion—often visiting the nursery and the study room."I nodded, absorbing the information. Good. At least she was staying within bounds.Without another word, I ascended the stairs to the third floor, where Aira’s room was located—the place I always left her. My fingers curled tightly around the small velvet box in my hand. Inside it was a necklace—a gift for her. Whatever her reaction would be, it didn’t matter. I had already decided.Standing before her door, I knocke
Amelia’s POV“I need to leave. There is something I needed to take care of.”I didn’t wait for Alexander’s response, nor did I need his permission. I turned my back on him and walked away without a second thought.Something about him felt off. I had a nagging feeling that Alexander was lying to me. But if he was lying, he wouldn’t get away with it. I knew him too well. I had spent enough time by his side to recognize when he was hiding something.So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.I had been watching her closely, waiting for a moment when she’d let her guard down. And that’s when I caught her.I overheard her speaking in hushed tones, her voice laced with urgency."I need to go to the pirates," Cassandra said.I edged closer, careful not to make a sound. My breath hitched as I strained to hear every word."Tell me, who were the people that came from the pirates?" she demanded.A maid stood before her, shifting uncomfortably. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting with
Aira’s POV“Aira, are you okay?”I looked up to see Ezekiel standing in front of me, concern etched deep into his eyes. "Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry too much about me. You should’ve taken care of your own business instead of coming back."He shook his head firmly. "I’ll stay here tonight. I want to make sure you’re okay before I leave tomorrow. You need to be careful." He reached out and cupped my cheek, the warmth of his palm grounding me. But despite his gentle touch, my thoughts drifted to Alexander.True to his word, Ezekiel stayed the night. I appreciated his presence, even if it made my heart feel heavy. By the time morning came, he finally left, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at me. I barely had time to gather my thoughts before Alexander returned. My cheeks burned as I invited him upstairs. I couldn’t hide my embarrassment, but Alexander just smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at me.“I wanted to surprise you first,” he said, taking my hand. Before I cou
Aira’s POV“Ms. Aira! Ms. Aira! What happened to you?!”My eyes fluttered open, and dizziness hit me hard. The world spun around me. Panic bubbled up in my chest. "W-What's going on?" I managed to ask, my voice weak and trembling.“Oh! You’re finally awake!” a maid exclaimed, her face etched with relief. “We’ve been trying to wake you for a while now, Ms. Aira. Hold on!”She quickly called out, her voice urgent. “Help me get her to the bed!”A group of maids and guards rushed over. Those who couldn’t lift me still tried to help, supporting me as they carefully eased me onto the bed. My head throbbed, and my muscles ached as if I’d been running for days without rest. I sank into the soft mattress, trying to calm my racing heart.One of the guards, his face stern and serious, barked an order. “Call for a healer. Now!”A maid immediately rushed out of the room, her footsteps fading as she ran down the hall. I lay there, dazed and confused, my thoughts muddled. Why did my body feel so wea
Aira’s POVI had no choice but to accept my situation. Locked in this room, I couldn't go out anymore. Deep down, I knew it had something to do with the necklace. It was the only thing that made sense. Ezekiel must have picked up Alexander’s scent from it—after all, he’s an Alpha with heightened senses.A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I tried to calm myself. There was no point in panicking. I needed a distraction—anything to get my mind off this mess. So, I made my way to the nursery room in the mansion. The workers were busy, expanding the room and making it more suitable for a baby.“How’s the arrangement going?”One of the workers looked up, surprise flashing across his face. “Oh, Ms. Aira, it’s you. We’re almost done.”I nodded, watching as they painted the walls a soft, calming shade of blue. The faint scent of fresh paint hung in the air, and I wrinkled my nose. The nursery was filled with baby supplies—clothes, toys, and tiny furniture. To keep myself from going crazy wi