Jessica Thornton is an orphan slave to the Graceland Pack. Confined to the barns to sleep with the animals, she loses all hope that someone will come and rescue her, but fate has a plan for her because the alpha's son, Cory identifies her as his mate. On the night of the Luna's Ball, Jessica sees Cory making love to another she-wolf. Feeling hurt and deceived, she runs back to the ball and gets drunk. In her intoxicated state, she admits to the entire pack that Cory is her mate and that she’s carrying his pup. Cory's frustration leads him to show his true colours and he rejects Jessica, who is later forcefully thrown out and exiled from the pack. Alone and weak, Jessica gives up on life, begging the Moon Goddess for a quick death. ******* Kanyon Coldblood is the king of all lycans. Following the tragic death of his wife, he developed a stone-cold heart. He spends the next thirteen years hunting down everyone who was involved in her execution, only to find out the one who orchestrated everything is a Luna called Magda Graceland. Kanyon gathers his warriors and sets off towards the Graceland pack to declare war. Along the way he stops when he notices a foul odor resembling that of a decaying body. He goes to investigate and realizes that it's a young girl. Even with her foul stench, his beast finds it impossible to resist the enchanting fragrance that only they notice. Concerned for the girl's safety, he calls off his journey and escorts her back to his kingdom to help restore her health. Kanyon quickly falls for this beauty who turns out to be the niece of his late wife and the heir to the Blackwood throne.
View More"We're almost there," Cameron whispered to the King as he walked from the cockpit. The pilot told him they were just a few miles from the Warmblood pack. Kanyon decided to fly to their territory and then borrow a vehicle from Alpha Daniel so he could take Jessica to the spot where he found her. "You think I should wake her up?" Kanyon pulled the blanket up to Jessica's chin. She was lightly snoring with her head resting on his lap. "Give her a few more minutes," Cam replied as he sat down in the seat before the king. "She's going through a lot, isn’t she?" "Too much for one person to bear," the king sighed. Out of nowhere, Cam and the king sensed a shift in the atmosphere when Jessica's body started to tremble. "Please, Luna! Please, I didn't mean to sleep in!" Jessica screamed, putting her hands up in a defensive position. She flinched. "It hurts. Please stop, Luna. I'm so-sorry," she shrieked in fear. "Wake her up!" Cam roared. "Hey, Jessica. Wake up." Kanyon s
"She's healing," Doctor Peterson nodded as he examined Jessica. He found himself somewhat intrigued by how Jessica treated the king, as though she was his equal. Doctor Peterson didn't appreciate that. She was filth. Even though he didn't normally discriminate, he wanted the King to let this wolf know her place. "So can I start training now?" Jessica urged, hoping she would get the answer she so desired. "I can't wait for our one-on-one sessions, King Kanyon. I want to see what you got," she joked around, and Kanyon smirked. He was loving her enthusiasm. "So doctor, what's the verdict?" Jessica demanded again. Instead of responding, the doctor focused on writing his notes. "Well, can she?" Kanyon grunted, finding the doctor's actions rude. Dr. Peterson curtailed his head, his voice came out shaky. "She can do some light exercising, like speed walking and stretches, but nothing too rigorous."Jessica frowned in displeasure. She was excited to start training so she could enhance her
Jessica was back inside her bedroom. Although she had an amazing day with King Kanyon, her joy didn't last long, because now that she was alone, all she could think about was her innocent child. Steven didn't deserve to die like that. He was entitled to a life filled with love, happiness with his true mate, raising their pups, growing old together, and eventually dying when he was old and gray. Jessica cried as she recalled that she never had the chance to hold her child. She never experienced the scent of his skin, looked into his eyes, or discovered who he looked like the most. Magda along with the entire Graceland Pack deprived her of that. In a hurry, Jessica pulled off her gown, almost damaging the zip. Visiting her baby's grave again reminded her of the pain and anger she felt. "That's it! I have to get my revenge," she muttered as she got dressed in a sweatpants and a t-shirt. She decided she was going to see the King. She needed to request a favour from him. *******"Camer
An hour of walking and Jessica was feeling the burn in her calves. She felt exhausted and struggled to find a way to inform the King. He was just talking and walking, enjoying himself as he showed her around. She remembered what Lucy had said, that he hadn’t been the same since his wife died. She observed him as he opened his mouth and shared stories about the bakery, expressing how much he enjoyed visiting it on Sundays during his childhood. But the manner how he spoke told her he was way older than he looked. He explained that they would bake bread and place it in the chimney for protection during the winter months. The king finally took a hold of her palm. He only became aware of his actions when he noticed her hand stiffen. He froze. “Forgive me, I got carried away.” “Don’t be,” Jessica smiled. “I’m enjoying the history of your community.” The King noticed the flush on her face. “You look exhausted. Do you want to sit? Are you thirsty?” Jessica sighed. “I could use a s
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Lucy forced Jessica to sit down in the chair before the vanity. "Now let's tame this mane," Lucy frowned as she grabbed some of Jessica's tangled hair. "When last did you run a comb through this?" "This isn't necessary," Jessica protested, but Lucy had already started combing through it. Jessica flinched as Lucy tried to get the knots out. "Look, I got strict orders from the top to have you look perfect for the king," Lucy admitted. "Now hold still and let me make you prettier." Jessica wondered. "Strict orders from whom?" "Someone who wants to see the King smile again," she answered. "Ever since his wife died, he has not been the same." "His wife died," Jessica repeated. "That's so sad." "Please don't tell him I told you that," Lucy cleared her throat. "The king doesn't like talking about it. Nobody here likes to talk about it. It was such a tragedy." "Don't worry, I won't tell him you said anything," Jessica assured her and Lucy relaxed and continued styling her hair
Jessica wondered to herself while drying her body, "Did the King actually lick my chin?" She was careful with her c-section scar. The medication she took reduced her physical pain, too bad it couldn't alleviate the pain in her heart. She ensured she kept the wound dry while washing herself to promote faster healing without complications. Jessica wrapped a towel over her hair and then another around her body. She came out of the bathroom and made her way to the bedroom. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw the tall woman standing by the bed. "Goddess!" The woman approached her gracefully. "Forgive me, madam. I didn't mean to startle you." Jessica gulped, resting a hand on her chest. "It's OK, I just wasn't expecting to see someone in here." "So the King didn't tell you he was sending up some clothes from storage?" The woman gestured to the dresses on the bed. "Yes, yes!" Jessica giggled. "He did." The woman laughed, stretching her palm for a handshake. "I'm Lucy, the
"Oh, Pookie-Bear," Cory murmured while he expertly maneuvered inside Jessica from the back. Her face was pressed up against the wall of his bedroom, with her hands scraping the surface of the wall for support. The inside of her felt both warm and soft yet her tight little pussy was doing wonders for Cory's thick member as he jammed inside her over and over again. He found himself captivated by his little mate, the girl whom the Moon Goddess picked for him. His wolf was satisfied. There was nobody who could do it like Jessica. Chrissy was back from her shopping spree after using up her and Cory's monthly allowance in a single day. She didn't care. She needed to clear her thoughts as her relationship with Cory had shifted for the worse ever since they got married and marked each other. The sex hadn't been the same. He didn't kiss her or touch her, plus whenever she would try and initiate sex he would brush her off and tell her he wasn't in the mood. It didn't help that Cory's wolf had
Luna Magda's heart raced, feeling like it could burst at any moment. Even her wolf, Delilah, was in a state of disbelief. No son of theirs will ever do such a thing as reclaim an omega peasant. She calmed down a bit, maybe Cory was just reacting to the mate bond they once shared. Perhaps his wolf just missed Jessica and was reminiscing on their time together. Because Jessica was a wolfless omega, so this led the Luna to think that both the she-wolf and her unborn child were no longer alive. There was no way in hell, she could survive in the woods alone for two weeks much less three months. "Cory, I forbid you from saying such foolishness. That omega slut is dead, Adam and Gary made sure of that," Magda snarled. She felt a fierce anger inside her, knowing there was a slight chance that the little bitch might still be alive. Cockroaches were hard things to kill. "Believe what you must do to help you sleep better at nights," Cory sighed, getting up from the chair and kissing his mother
Jessica huddled on the floor, which had been her bed since she was thirteen, trembling from the cold. The heavy winds outside kept blowing the cardboard cut out from the oval window, letting all the frostiness inside and the only things poor Jessica had to cover with were some empty potato sacks which weren't doing a great job of keeping the winter breeze off. Sleeping on the hard, cold concrete floor only worsened her health, especially with all the dust and chemicals around. She had developed a severe case of pneumonia. If she were a regular girl, she would have died months ago. The strong scent of charcoal and kerosene filled the air, irritating her lungs and making her cough repeatedly as she twisted beneath her makeshift sheets. Having just recovered from yet another coughing episode, her body calmed down but was soon jolted awake when someone kicked her in the stomach. Her amber eyes snapped open to reve
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