Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the pendant around my neck, a treasured memento from my family. It was the one thing that had kept me going through all the tough times, but now, it felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost.
"Shit!"
Cursing softly to myself, I tried to will the tears to stop, but they came faster, blurring my vision and making it hard to see. I must look pathetic, I thought, biting down hard on my trembling lips to try and stop the sobs that threatened to escape. As footsteps echoed down the hallway, my heart sank.
It was a cruel reminder that I was no longer in control of my life. I had been taken from the orphanage in the dead of night, forced to flee for my life from raiders who had set fire to the place. Now, I was trapped in this dark, smelly room, waiting for whatever fate lay ahead.
The door creaked open, and a towering man with enough body hair to rival a grizzly bear stepped inside, scowling at me. I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze, knowing that looking him in the eye would only invite trouble.
He sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "You smell like ass," he growled. I couldn't help but notice the stench of garlic on his breath.
"You're not exactly a rose garden yourself," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to him.
"What's your name?" he demanded, taking a step closer. My heart raced, knowing that this was the moment of truth. I had heard enough horror stories to know that this question could mean the difference between life and death. But as much as I tried, I couldn't bring myself to answer. Fear had a tight grip on my throat, choking off any words that might have escaped.
"Are you deaf? What is your fucking name?!" he bellowed, his face contorting in anger. I stood trembling, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty. I knew I should answer, but my body refused to cooperate. In a sudden burst of rage, he lashed out, his fist connecting with my stomach.
I gasped for air, feeling like I had been hit by a freight train. He slapped me hard across the face, and pain exploded in my head, making me see stars. He wasn't done yet. With a swift kick, he sent me hurtling across the room, my ribs creaking in protest. I prayed silently, hoping that I hadn't suffered any serious injuries.
"You're lucky I need you in peak form," he sneered, flexing a whip in his hand. "I'd have taken the skin off your back with this." The pain was excruciating, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
I held back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, refusing to let him see any sign of weakness.
The smirk of satisfaction on the man's face was twisted, almost grotesque. His lips curled up on one side, revealing crooked teeth. His eyes narrowed into small slits as if he was savoring a particularly delicious meal.
He left the room and returned with two women, who exuded an air of healing energy. He ordered them to heal me on the spot. Relief washed over me as I felt the sensation of my limbs slowly coming back to life.
In less than five minutes, the man left the room with the healers. As much as I wanted to make a run for the door, I knew it was a trap. He must have anticipated my escape attempt and set this up to catch me off guard.
The sound of clicking heels on the concrete floor interrupted my thoughts. A woman, who looked like she was the epitome of elegance, walked in. Her cologne and poise were indicative of her wealth. What was someone like her doing in a place like this, I wondered as I became self-conscious of my dirty appearance.
She smiled softly, but there was a hardness in her eyes that revealed her ruthlessness. "Get up," she commanded me in a gentle voice.
I took a deep breath and rose to my feet without much effort. She scrutinized my features, and I could sense the intrigue in her expression. She retrieved a red scarf and deftly blindfolded me before leading me out of the room.
We walked down several corridors before I felt the chill of the night air on my skin. I hadn't felt such a sensation in months since being taken from the orphanage. One of the older slaves, Rael, had told me about the comfort of the night air, and now I could feel it once again.
A car door opened, and she ushered me inside. Being blindfolded in the compact space made me feel claustrophobic, but it was an upgrade from the slave den.
"Relax. Your life is about to change for the better," she assured me, but her words didn't have the desired effect.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"I'm Oma. I work for Alpha Colt," she replied confidently.
I flinched, half expecting her to strike me for questioning her. However, she placed her hand on my shoulder and tried to soothe my fear. I didn't know how to react to her kindness, so I simply shivered in fear instead.
"Relax, young wolf. Alpha Colt will take care of you from now on. You're safe."
Kyle's POV: My heart raced with excitement at the thought of finally finding my mate, the one who would rule by my side. It was unbelievable that she had been hidden in a despicable place like a slave den. Every brute who had touched her deserved to be flayed and left to dry, but I understood the political implications of such a move. I turned the picture of her in my hand, studying her features. It was taken when she was first captured by the slavers, and even then, her beauty was captivating. Her innocent essence was evident in her gorgeous face, and her eyes held a deep strength that was a legacy of her royal blood. "She's the one," I said with a wave of satisfaction, holding the picture out for my Beta, Oma, to see. I trusted her to find my mate, and she had delivered beyond my expectations. "I'm glad I could find her," Oma vowed, her voice brimming with pride. I couldn't help but feel grateful for her loyalty and dedication. She had earned the position of my Beta, and nothing
Marius's POV: Kyle wasn't sparring at the Pitt and his favorite horse was still in the stables so he hadn't gone out for a ride. Where could he be then? I had been so excited when Oma had confided in me about her success in finding Kyle's mate. It was something worth celebrating and we were all overdue for a celebration. After doodling around for a while, I moved back into the pack house to see if he was inside somewhere. Maggie blocked my way, smiling up at me with a devilish grin. It was too late to run away from her just like I did the last time. I had to face her. "Maggie." I smiled nervously. "Marius." She said in a sensual drool. Maggie moved closer, pushing her partly exposed boobs toward my body. I had watched her grow up and it was hard to believe how fast she had turned into a woman. "Why do I feel like you have been avoiding me?" She skipped playing with a strand of her crimson-red hair. Her breasts jerked viciously with every move she made. Maggie's body could star
OMA'S POV Our ancestors used to say that there is no greater reward than the praise of a master. When Alpha Kyle spoke words of admiration to me, I should have felt elated. Instead, there was an indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Is there anything else you need, Alpha?" I asked, keeping my gaze lowered. I didn't want to reveal my mixed emotions. All he saw was a polite smile. "That will be all for now. You should go back to the mansion, rest, and listen to some music," he said. His words were thoughtful and touched me deeply. I had dedicated my life to serving him, and besides that, I had nothing else. After a moment, I nodded and walked away. Yara was getting ready to become his mate in a few hours. I should have been happy and celebrating, but instead, I felt like I was burying myself alive and waiting for the sand to fill up my hollow coffin. My body ached with exhaustion as I removed the hairband from my straight, sandy-colored hair. I had worn it so often that i
YARA'S POV I walked into the room, my knees buckling as I saw the man sitting on the bed. His eyes burned into me with a sensual energy that could set me on fire. Alpha Kyle, the one Oma had told me about. His red hair and handsome face were a lethal combination. I stopped at the doorway, where I knew it was safe. The first guy fascinated me in ways I couldn't explain, but this one made me feel like a cornered prey. My whole body shook, despite my best efforts to stay calm. He got up from the bed and approached me, his eyes locking onto mine. I felt paralyzed by his gaze. "Relax, mon amour," his voice was gentle as he cupped my face, but his eyes were dangerous. Suddenly, his expression changed, his eyes turning vicious. My heart sank as I went pale instantly. "Who kissed you?" he demanded in an angry tone, like hot steel. I jumped visibly, feeling his fury as he struggled to contain it. I knew lying to him wasn't an option. He pulled me closer and gasped in shock. "Marius?!"
Oma's POV.I dragged Yara through the hallway down to my room to get her changed into something more presentable, not wanting to talk about the comprising situation I had found she and Mauris I just went over to my cupboard and picked her an outfit.I stood in front of my cupboard and heaved, I didn't own many feminine attires as I was usually on duties most times. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could get out something for her size, she was just about my height and size with the main difference being that her curves were quite defined while mine were just not really feminine.I scrambled through the pile of clothes in my cupboard looking for something feminine when I found a gown, it was a peach colored flare gown I had worn just once during a banquet few months ago.Well it didn't look bad and seemed like she would fit into it easily .I handed her the gown and turned my back towards her to give her privacy. After some minutes she cleared her throat signaling to me that she w
.Kylie's POV." Who kissed you?." I asked with rage in my voice. I watched as blood drained away from her face leaving her face pale.She jumped looking rather confused and speechless as I questioned her. I moved closer to her this time trying to figure out whose scent it was. I soon picked the scent and tried to recollect whose scent it was then suddenly it hit me like a wave ." Mauris!. " I roared. The scent was Mauris’s. He was the bastard that violated her lips.Yara looked at me even more confused as I mentioned the name. It was like she had never heard the name.What had he done to her and why would he kiss my mate?. These questions and a thousand more ran through my head as the feeling of rage slowly turned to pain and hurt.I moved away from her and started pacing the room restlessly. The thought of Mauris having his lips against hers made my skin crawl .I looked back at her and she looked a bit better unlike earlier when her face looked pale. " Do you know who you are ?
YARA’S POV.I sat confused about all that was happening, a part of me felt like all what was happening was nothing but a dream and that I would soon wake up back at the slavers den.He put picked up the landline which was on the drawer beside his bed, his deep masculine voice reeking authority ordered one of the servants to come to his room .After the servant came in and bowed briefly Alpha Kylie asked her to escort me to the guest room and provide me with food and everything I might need.I got up from his bed and quietly followed the servant out of the room while I felt his eyes staring as if to pierce through my body.The servant led me through the hallways and we soon walked past the room where I had met the man earlier, from the reaction of alpha Kylie I believe his name is Mauris.While we approached the room I felt a gentle pull towards the room like something was telling me to go in but I restrained myself and focused on the servant leading me to my room.We stopped in front
MAURIS’S POV.I watched as Oma pulled the lady out of my room, I had just kissed Kylie's mate I fucking kissed my cousin's mate.Why did feel so attracted to my cousin's mate? What came over me that made me do such?. I myself couldn't give a reasonable answer to that so after standing for a while I walked back to my gaming table.I switched on the gaming console and set everything in place to enjoy my game of COD , I sank into the chair and began playing but I found myself frantically trying to keep my mind in the game.My mind kept wandering to the thought of the lady I kissed earlier whom I didn't even know her name. Her pale blue eyes looked like they were hiding pieces of a beauty and when she looked at me it felt like her eyes pierced through me, opening up a part of me that I didn't even know existed before. I could still feel the taste of her mouth in mine, the feeling of her lips intertwined with mine while my hands held her body.I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head.
Mauris POV. The warm glow of the setting sun bathed our cozy cottage as Yara and I stepped through the front door, our hearts brimming with joy. We had just returned from witnessing the union of our beloved sister, Maggie, to the man she truly loved. The air was filled with an electric energy, a tangible reminder of the love and happiness that had enveloped the castle. It was surprising to see how Maggie has changed from the little woman that ran around the house, shoving her body into my face to this beautiful, talented and mature woman. She really blew my mind, especially when she handled the situation with her ex without causing any disturbances.Unable to contain our excitement, Yara took my hand and twirled gracefully around the living room, her laughter filling the air. We danced together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if our souls were entwined in an eternal waltz. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the worries and troubles of the world melted away, lea
Maggie's POV.As the sun cast its warm golden glow upon the land, I stood outside the grand entrance of my brother Kyle's imposing castle, hand-in-hand with Derek. The weight of anticipation settled in the air around us, as we prepared to seek his blessings for our union. This meeting held the potential to shape the future, to bridge the gap between our families.With a deep breath, I stepped forward, the heavy wooden doors creaking open to reveal the opulence within. Kyle, the Alpha of our pack, stood tall and formidable, his piercing gaze fixed upon us. Memories of our tumultuous past threatened to resurface, reminding me of the long-standing feuds that had divided our families.Kyle's eyes flickered with a mix of apprehension and lingering resentment as he looked at Derek standing beside me. "I hope you understand, Derek, that this is not a decision I make lightly. The wounds of the past run deep, and I have a responsibility to protect my sister and our pack."Derek's voice remaine
Yara's POV.The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the cozy cottage that had become our sanctuary. I held my baby close, his tiny hands grasping onto my finger as I soaked in the peacefulness of the moment. Little did I know that a letter, carried by fate's gentle breeze, would soon awaken a yearning within me, one that had long been dormant.As I opened the envelope, a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a letter from Amelia, the maid who had served the Summerstone family during my childhood. Her words held a precious gift, a piece of my past that I had yearned to reclaim. She revealed the location where my biological parents were buried, a place that held the remnants of my lineage.With a heart filled with anticipation, I shared the news with Mauris, who embraced my desire to visit the gravesite. Together, we made our way to Oma's grand castle. The grandeur of the structure never failed to leave me in awe, a reminder of the desti
Oma's POV.As I held my newborn baby in my arms, a wave of indescribable joy washed over me. The tiny bundle nestled against my chest, his soft breaths creating a sweet melody that resonated deep within my soul. I marveled at the miracle of life, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this precious gift bestowed upon me.In the castle's nursery, bathed in warm sunlight streaming through the window, I sat in a comfortable rocking chair, cradling my little one. The room was adorned with delicate mobiles and colorful toys, creating a whimsical atmosphere that captured the innocence and wonder of childhood. I gently rocked back and forth, lulling my baby into a peaceful slumber.As his eyelids fluttered closed, I studied his delicate features. His button nose, tiny rosebud lips, and wisps of fine hair were a testament to the beauty of new beginnings. Every movement, every sound he made was a testament to his vulnerability, reminding me of the immense responsibility and privilege o
Maggie's POV.A night before she came to the castle,As I drove through the night, the echoes of the heated argument with Simon still reverberated in my mind. The hurtful words and the tense atmosphere lingered, casting a shadow over my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes as I navigated the dark road, seeking solace in the familiarity of my elder brother's castle.When I arrived at Alpha Derek's castle, a mix of anticipation and anxiety washed over me. The sight of another woman by Derek's side, her presence unexpected, stirred an unsettling feeling within me. Lisa. Her name echoed in my mind as I observed their interaction, my heart sinking with a pang of jealousy.Suppressing my emotions, I chose to retreat to the solitude of my assigned room, seeking a moment to collect my thoughts and find some semblance of composure. The door closed behind me with a soft click, enveloping me in a cocoon of solitude and contemplation.As I entered my assigned room, a sense of unease still lingered w
Kyle's POV.As I stepped into our bedroom, a sense of awe and gratitude washed over me. The air seemed to hum with anticipation, and the room was filled with a soft, warm glow. Oma stood by the window, her hands cradling her burgeoning belly. The sight of her radiance filled my heart with joy and wonder."Kyle," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. "Can you believe how far we've come?"I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "No, my love," I replied, my voice thick with emotion. "I still remember the day we met, the battles we've fought, and the love that has carried us through. And now, we are on the precipice of a new chapter in our lives—a child, our child."Tears glistened in Oma's eyes as she leaned her head against my chest. "I never thought I would find such happiness, such love," she whispered.The room seemed to hold its breath as we stood there, caught in a moment of profound connection. Our journey had
Yara's POV.I rushed through the door of our cottage, my heart filled with exhilaration. The baby, our precious little one, had been found, and Gerald was finally captured. The weight that had burdened my soul lifted, replaced by a surge of hope and relief. Oma, my trusted confidante and guardian, awaited me in the cozy living room, her eyes brimming with anticipation."Oma!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "They found the baby! Gerald has been captured!"A wide smile graced Oma's weathered face as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. "Oh, dear child, this is wonderful news," she murmured, her voice filled with joy. "Tell me everything."I settled into a chair, cradling the baby in my arms, and recounted the events of the day. The rescue mission, the confrontation with Gerald, and the triumphant return with our little one. Oma listened intently, her eyes shining with pride and admiration.As we reveled in the joyous moment, a sudden commotion erupted outside. The sound of
Mauris POV.The weight of shock and disbelief settled heavily upon me as Yara's words echoed in my mind. Gerald, the long-lost son of my father, Alpha Theon, had emerged from the shadows of secrecy to exact revenge upon our family. It was inconceivable, a twist of fate that threatened to tear apart the fragile tapestry of our lives.I knew I had to act swiftly, to protect Yara and ensure the safe return of our precious baby. Fear and determination mingled within me as I made the decision to take Yara to the safety of Oma's castle. Oma, also known as Luna, had always been a pillar of strength and wisdom in our pack. I trusted her to provide shelter and guidance during this tumultuous time.As we arrived at the castle, I held Yara close, finding solace in the familiar walls that surrounded us. The warmth of Oma's presence enveloped us as she greeted us with open arms, her gaze filled with concern. I relayed the harrowing events that had unfolded, the betrayal that had shattered our live
Yara's POV.The house was filled with the tantalizing aroma of simmering stew as I moved around the kitchen, humming a tune under my breath. It had been a quiet day, and with Mauris away at the council meeting, I found solace in keeping myself busy. The rhythmic clatter of pots and pans accompanied my cheerful melody, filling the air with a sense of contentment.Every now and then, I would steal a glance at the living room where our baby peacefully slumbered in the cozy cot. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm embrace over the room. I smiled, grateful for the tranquility that enveloped our little haven on the outskirts of town.As I bustled around the kitchen, preparing a meal for Mauris's return, I felt a sudden prickling sensation at the back of my neck, as if someone was watching me. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination and continued my culinary endeavors, try