Chapter 1

A smile etched on Ivelle’s lips as she gazed at the report in her hand.

“You’re indeed pregnant Ivelle.” Zillah the pack doctor announced to her the words she had craved to hear for so long, joy emanated in her heart as she wanted to squeal in excitement but remained composed while thinking of how joyous her mate was going to be once he heard the news.

“Thank you.” She nodded her head while collecting the pregnancy result from him.

“Minimize anything that can cause you stress and also watch your diet, most importantly, your alpha’s pheromone is very important for the growth of your child.” Zillah continued to advise her but those words leaned out of her ear as fast as they came in.

“If that is all, can I go?” She asked impatiently as her legs moved up and down restlessly.

“Yes, do come frequently for checkups, the document also has dates scheduled for you to come for visits,” Zillah informed her before she dashed out of the office, form her house where she lived with the alpha wasn’t too far from the clinic so she made her way there ignoring the states she received from others. They knew how grumpy she always looked but her aura today was quite different and very questioning.

She clutched her bag tighter, unable to think of how happy her mate was going to be, she had been mated to the pack alpha although he had yet to make her a Luna and only agreed to do so if she could bore him a child.

The thought of being the pack Luna made her feel proud and even more happy that after so long she was going to have her pup. She and her mate Mavros had been mates since she turned of age and the love spiraling before them was so strong that neither of the two was willing to let go of the other even when the odds seemed against them, the Luna needed to be fertile for the continuity of the pack’s leadership so they we’re both worry when they had tried almost a millionth time and nothing happened.

Walking through the front door her excitement heightened but Mavros was nowhere in sight, she hid the gilt behind her while searching for him in different rooms.

“Mavy?” She called out his nickname but there was no response. “Mavy I have something to tell you.”

She continued to search for him but he was nowhere in sight if he had stepped out of the house then the door would have been locked so why couldn’t she find him? She was about to walk to the other section of the house when a loud noise caught her attention, she was startled at first wondering what could have happened to him but she was even more worried when it sounded feminine.

She quickly made her way to the direction of the sound and saw it was from her room, she was puzzled and wondered who could be in her room, could it be that one of the maids had snuck in?

She sprung the door open and her eyes roved around the room until they landed on her bed where the activity was happening right in front of her eyes.

Her stepsister Fayra was moaning in pleasure as her mate Mavros thrust into her with brutal force, every thrust he made was sending Fayra into an erotic world of pleasure and igniting more pain in Ivelle’s heart. Their clothes were scattered around and the room reeked of betrayal.

“What is the meaning of this?!” She snarled and stormed inside, unable to bear it any longer. “Have you no shame? How could you do this to me?!” She snapped at Mavros who froze and stared at her, time seemed to freeze and his eyes met her gaze, he felt no shame or remorse for what he had done.

“How could you betray me like this?” Ivelle snapped at him as hot tears slid down her cheeks, she had come bearing good news that would change their fate but here he was thrusting into her stepsister.

“Can’t you see we are both busy? Why do you have to spoil the fun?” Fayra rolled her eyes while covering her body with the bed sheets and Mavros put on his clothes.

“He’s my mate, why did you have to seduce him? What do you want from me? You and your mother already took my father away from me so why do you wish to cause me even more pain?” Ivelle’s voice quivered as more tears rolled down her eyes.

“Of what use will it be to be with a barren like you? Or have you forgotten that I need an heir to succeed the pack?” Mavros's words struck her again and she felt even greater pain that she was unable to utter any more words.

“Get out of here right now or do you wish to see us go at it again?” Fayra snickered as her hands rubbed Mavros seductively, neither of them cared about the pain they had just submerged her into and began to play with each other all over again, not caring about her presence.

Ivelle cried uncontrollably before picking herself up from the floor and dashing out of the house, holding the file tightly in her hand.

She had no idea where she was going, all that mattered was that she wanted to escape from there, she wanted the pain of being heartbroken to fade, she wanted this nightmare to end, just maybe that would happen if she ran faster.