Having been rejected and banished by her father and her mate,the beta, Poor and abused Brielle was left to rot at the edge of the pack, the territory of the cruel Alpha king, Zadyre. Terrified, she finds out the king is her second chance mate, but that's not all. He wants nothing to do with her. All he wants is his heir, and then she will be killed and replaced by a woman better. Torn and rejected, she fled his kingdom, never to see him again, but what he doesn't know is she fled with what matters to his legacy, his pups. Now, five years later, they meet again, but things have changed. Zadyre wants her with every fibre of her being and would do anything to get her back, but Brielle hates him with every fibre of her being. How long would she be able to hold a grudge against his past self? How long can she act like she doesn't feel the attraction building between them? And how long does it take for him to leave her once again when he finds out she stole what mattered to him the most and ran. His HEIR.
View MoreDamonThe sounds around me suddenly went silent. I could do no other thing than panic as we walked outside and I set my eyes on Amelia that was in the pool of her own blood. Her hand trembled over her stomach and her dress was soaked with her own blood. My chest tightened and it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again in my heart. For the first time in decades, fear consumed me. Not just fear- terror.Brielle ran to her and started talking to her but I didn’t hear anything, I walked to her and I dropped to my knees beside her, ignoring the roar of the battle continuing behind me.“Amelia!” My voice cracked, raw and desperate. Her lashes fluttered weakly, her breath shallow. Her usually fiery eyes, the ones that taunted and challenged me endlessly, were glassy and unfocused.I pressed my hands to the wound, my fingers slick with her blood. “You’re not leaving me. Do you hear me?” My voice was a growl now, a plea wrapped in steel. I could feel her slipping, her life force dimm
AmeliaIt was the day of the wedding and we were finally out of captivity. Damon and I had tried to escape but it was futile. Later on, Sebastian had come to our rescue and even if we were weary at first we decided to trust him. The palace was in chaos as everyone prepared for the wedding. Sebastian had told us of his plan already and I was ready for how the day was going to turn out. Maids and guards were going back and forth as they prepare the hall for the wedding, they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Orlando’s fury. I avoided Damon most of the morning, finding excuses to busy myself with Brielle.But even amidst the turmoil, my thoughts were elsewhere.I was pregnant. I had found out earlier that morning and I hadn’t been able to process things well since then. I hadn’t told anyone- not even said the words out loud to myself. I felt like saying it would make it more real and I wasn’t sure I wanted to accept the truth. I placed a hand over my stomach and let out a shak
AmeliaThe days at the resort passed in an awkward, suffocating blur. Damon’s rejection echoed in my mind, a relentless loop of words that stung more than I cared to admit. I tried my best to stay out of his way and pretended like the pull of the bond that was dragging me to him was nonexistent. I avoided him as best as I could, but we were staying the same room and tension was thick and suffocating. Every time my eyes fell on him, I would feel my hear ache- it was longing for his love and touch but I knew it was something I couldn’t get- something I would never get. I buried myself in helping Brielle and Zadyre with their problems. It was easier to focus on them than to face my own mess. Brielle had enough to deal with without me adding my drama to the mix, so I kept my distance and my mouth shut.When we returned to the pack, the air felt different. Heavier. Maybe it was just me, carrying the weight of the unspoken bond between Damon and me. Or maybe it was the way the pack still
DamonThe discussion I had with Zadyre earlier played over and over again in my head as I drove through the road, holding on to the steering wheel tightly. “You know you’re the only I trust and know can do this, Damon,” he had said in a very serious tone. “The border spell will keep us safe, but it has to be precise. If it falters, Sebastian and his allies could find us before we’re ready.”“I know it’s an easy task,” I had replied him as I shrugged it off. But Zadyre’s expression had told me this wasn’t like the other times.“And,” he continued, glancing at Brielle and the kids in the distance, “I need you to keep Amelia in line. She can be of help.”I’d raised an eyebrow at that. “Of help? Sounds like a handful.”“Just take her with you,” Zadyre muttered, his gaze darkening. “She’s loyal and she can keep an eye on you. She can even help you.”Now, as Amelia sat in the passenger seat beside me, her arms crossed and her glare cutting through the silence, I wondered if Zadyre had unde
A sneak peak to Damon’s point of view of when he first met AmeliaDamon’s POVThe drive back to Brielle’s location was tense, filled with an unspoken urgency. Zadyre was silent in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He hadn’t said much since I convinced him to come back and get her. Convincing him hadn’t been easy; his stubbornness was unmatched, and his pride even more so. But I couldn’t let him leave her behind.“She’s your mate, Zadyre,” I’d told him earlier, my tone sharp. “You can’t just abandon her. You’ve been through hell, and so has she. The least you can do is protect her.”He’d gritted his teeth, jaw tight, before muttering something about her safety being more important than his presence. But I knew better. Their bond was very strong and undeniable, no matter how much he tried to pretend he wasn’t drawn towards her or needed her. As we got closer to the house where Brielle was supposedly at, I could feel Zadyre’s body tensing up. It was radiating off him li
The End… Or the Beginning? BrielleDays have passed and everything had for back to the way they always were. It was morning and after breakfast, we decided to take the kids outside. The pack lands were now more beautiful after we had gotten rid of every evil that plagued it. There trees were lush, the rivers clear, the people happy and the air was filled with the smell of the beautiful and blooming flowers. It was like Mother Nature was happy that we were healing from the past so so she was helping to hasten the process. Nikki and Micah were running in front of us as they chased each other though the garden with their laugh echoing across the beautiful sky. Rachael was walking in front of us too both not as playfully as her brothers, she had always been much calmer and smarter than them. Zadyre and I walked behind them while holding hands and letting the peacefulness of the park and the air wash past us. It felt surreal, this calm after the storm.“You know,” I began, my voice sof
BrielleImmediately Orlando fell to the ground in the hall and lost his life, I felt a surge of energy burst through from him and enter into me. It felt like something that I didn’t know was missing from my body finally came into place and I felt that wild energy course through me though it was tamer than before. It was overwhelming and terrifying all at once but I soon relaxed my body and the tension left as I welcomed it. My powers. They were back.I gasped as the strength and connection to my wolf rushed through my veins, stronger than ever. It was like breathing again after years of suffocation. It was too late to save devastation as he had breathed his last so I rushed over to Zadyre that was still battered and bloody, his wounds had not healed at all and I could see the life slipping out of him gradually. His breathing was unsteady and shallow and his chest rose and fell but it was faint. “Zadyre!” I cried as I moved closer to him. I didn’t know where to touch him, I didn’t kno
Sebastian I could feel myself losing a lot of blood and my life slipping away, my body was aching a lot and even breathing was painful. Everything became blurry but I tried so hard to stay awake and alive, I had something to say to Zadyre and I wouldn’t die without telling him what I had in mind. I turned my head to the direction where Zadyre laid motionless with Brielle by his side. His body was battered and covered in blood and regret washed over me. I had done this, how had we gotten here?I let out a shaky breathe as different mentors from the past came flooding into my mind- memories of my anger, my acting out and of me being wicked. I had hated Zadyre and did a lot of bad things to him because I had thought he was the reason we were orphans but I was wrong and I knew the truth now. And as I slowly but surely lost my life, I needed to let him know and I couldn’t die without his forgiveness. Brielle was crying and I could she was torn between staying with Zadyre and coming to c
Brielle“Zadyre!” I called, and he glanced back at me just long enough to understand what I was about to do but Orlando must have noticed that we were silently communicating because when I moved closer to him, he turned his attention away from Zadyre and punched me. “Brielle!” Zadyre yelled but he couldn’t stop Orlando or get to me. The force from Orlando’s punch had me being flown across the room like a rag doll. My body hit the stone wall with a loud thud and I fell to the ground, the stone I had held and watched to use on Orlando had lodged itself against my chest and I had an open would. Every breathe I took felt like I was being stabbed in the lungs over and over again but I couldn’t be weak or just stay there, I had to do something to help Zadyre. My vision started becoming blurry and I tried to sit up but it was hard. I managed to get the stone out of my body and my eyes glanced to the side where Damon and Sebastian were engaged in a serious fight with Lydia. She was a storm
Brielle’s pov“Hurry up Brielle! I don’t have all day to look at your stupid face.” Anna sneered and I increased my pace in cleaning her shoes. My father wouldn’t bat an eyelash if my step sisters begin their assault. He never cared, not even when I got a black eye and a broken arm.Evelyn groaned, “I don’t have time for this. My shoes also need some cleaning.”A shoe covered leg kicked my stomach and I bit my lip, swallowing the pain.“Maybe that would hurry you up.” Anna gritted and I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes.This was a normal behavior in alpha Richard’s house. My dad, the Alpha of Crescent hills had seven daughters. I was the fourth of the seven and was the only one who was from another mother. They all had blonde hair and blue eyes while I had green eyes and brown long hair. I was the odd one out.Hence, the hatred.They called me the bastard, the unwanted pregnancy. They hated my mother because my father was cheating on their mother, and she gave birth to me.Bu
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