King Kanyon stooped down next to the young girl, dressed in a bright midnight blue gown. Even though it was covered in mud and blood, his eyes admired the intricate designs. The stitching and embroidery down at the hem could only be found in the Blackwood kingdom, the place where his late wife, Princess Eleanor, was from.
He shelved his curiosity about the dress and inspected the girl for any injuries. The King had seen a lot of horror stories in his life, but this took the cake. He couldn't cipher how one tiny girl could have so many old and new wounds.When the King lifted her gown to inspect her thighs, Cameron had to turn his head away. There were burn marks and scars everywhere.“Who did this to her?” He grunted.“That person must be pure evil,” Cameron stated. He knew by the way the King was clenching his jaw that he wanted to meet this person and give them a taste of their own medicine.The King sighed and stated, “It doesn't"Pregnant!" King Kanyon raved. “You're suggesting that someone hurt this girl and left her for dead while she is carrying a child? You wait until I find out who did this. They are dead. I don't care if they beg for mercy. I'm going to rip their spines through their throats." The King's rage was scaring the doctor and nurses. He quickly calmed down when he smelt their fears. "Forgive me my outburst," he apologized. "Is there anything else I should know?" "No, your majesty," doctor Anna answered. "For now, we will just monitor her and make sure she remains stabilized. We've given her pain and inflammation medications that are safe for pregnant women. Now we're going to bandage her broken bones.""OK. I'm going to step out for a while. But I will come right back. If anything changes before that. Come get me immediately.""Yes, your majesty," doctor Anna bowed. "Very well then," he sighed as he stepped out of the room and headed for the waiting area
Over the next few days, Jessica showed no signs of change. The King barely left her side. He had his meals in her room and slept on a couch situated in the corner. He even used the bathroom that was in her hospital room. The only time he left was when he took his beast out for a run. In the late hours of the night, his beast stirred him awake. Sinbad couldn't sleep. He was worried about Jessica. "Hey, Sin. What's wrong? Why are you pacing around up there? I'm trying to sleep." Kanyon rubbed his eyes and sat up on the couch. "I'm worried about the girl, plus I've been waiting for you to bring up an important factor that you've been avoiding."Kanyon took a deep breath, stood up, and made his way to the table. He picked up the pitcher and poured water into a cup. He gulped it down and said, "I don't know what you're talking about.""Don't play with me, Kan. I know you detected it when we first found her and I know you can smell it now,"
As another month ticked away, Jessica remained in her coma. Kanyon was growing more restless by the day. All he wanted was for her to open her eyes. "Why isn't she waking up?" He asked doctor Anna. "I don't know, your majesty. I really don't know," she sighed. "At least she's breathing on her own now.""Do you think she's fit enough for me to take her back to my kingdom?" "If you take a plane rather than travel on foot, I don't see why not. You'll be there in a couple of days. I'll even fly with you to monitor the girl.""Thank you, Anna. I appreciate it," he nodded. "I'll arrange things with Alpha Daniel. I know he has a private jet that he'll let me use."*******Five days later, the plane landed in the kingdom of Lycania. Scores of lycans were lined up waiting for their king's arrival. Word of the comatose omega spread like wildfire. People wanted to catch a glimpse of the girl who kept their king away from them fo
Kanyon stayed by Jessica's bedside, holding her hand while Doctor Peterson delivered the awful news to him. "Your majesty. We cannot find the baby's heartbeat on any of the monitors." The doctor gave the King a few moments to catch his breath. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Yes King Kanyon. The young lady has suffered a miscarriage." The doctor bowed his head, not only in respect for his king, but also because the anger and sadness radiating from King Kanyon was choking him from the inside out. "How will we treat this? She's still in a coma." Kanyon's chest ached. He hated death. Death took everything important away from him. Now he worried for the mother. Would she be the one to die next? "We need to conduct a c-section to extract the fetus," the doctor explained. "I just hope the she-wolf's body is strong enough to survive the surgery." "This is all too much for one girl to endure," Kanyon snapped. "Is it possible for us to wait and see if she'll wake up before
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
ONE YEAR LATER "Come on, Pookie-Bear, you know I love you," Cory used his fingers to unbutton Jessica's blouse. His wolf, Curtis, was on edge. He had wanted to do this since the moment he found out Jessica was his mate. "But Cory, I'm not ready," Jessica said as she held onto his wrists to prevent him from unbuttoning her shirt any further. Cory grunted in frustration. His eyes glowed black, showing Jessica that his wolf wasn't pleased. "I am your future alpha, and how dare you refuse me!" He spat through gritted teeth, squeezing her neck while pressing her firmly against the wall of the supply closet. She flinched, the wounds on her back were still raw from the beatings the Luna gave her a few days before. She had forgot to pick up the Luna's dry-cleaning which caused the she-wolf to go berserk. "I-I'm so-sorry," Jessica stuttered. Cory
Jessica smiled broadly while imagining her life as the Luna of the Graceland Pack. There were so many things she would change so she could make the pack better for every wolf, not just the ones that were of high ranks. “Pookie-Bear, are you OK?" Cory asked, pulling her out of her trance. "Oh yes, I'm fine,” she smiled, a blush tinting her cheeks. With a growl, he took another whiff of her neck. "You smell amazing." This time, he ran his hands down her thighs and under her skirt. Jessica wanted to resist, but his touch felt so good. "I want you so much. If I don't have you now, my wolf will go mad,” he growled. “Please just let me slip it in. I won't go all the way in, just the tip," he begged, squeezing her pussy through her panties. Jessica moaned in pleasure, arching her back and clenching her muscles together. Since it was the first f
Jessica was on cloud nine, she had just lost her virginity to her mate, the man she intended to spend the rest of her life with. She remembered the night she found out that Cory was her mate, and even though she didn't have her wolf, she felt the sparks when he touched her and kissed her lips. He kissed her like he was dying of thirst and only her lips could quench his thirst. Jessica was scared at first, because Cory had always been a bully to her, just like the rest of his family. His younger twin sisters, Margret and Margarita were just as bad. They wouldn't only beat and belittle her. They would also break stuff around the pack-house and then blame it on poor Jessica and the Luna would always punish her by whipping her in the fields. Alpha Conroy, however was a different kind of bully. The type that turned a blind eye to the abuse sh