Beta Anthony’s POVThe other night when I spoke with Arthur, it hadn't proceeded as smoothly as I'd expected. Even through my best efforts to urge him to reconsider, it only made him more convinced to go through with the plan.That plan was to marry Catherine and get rid of Ophelia afterward. What fate did that leave for his heir? Who was going to take care of the pup after the birth? I didn't think Catherine should be an influence on a young, innocent, developing mind. What poisonous ideas she would plant! But did any of that matter to him? Had he thought that far ahead? Just imagining that woman being in my life was pissing me off. I felt like it was my duty to protect Arthur and Ophelia from her greedy claws. I'd been as honest with him about my feelings regarding Catherine without inflaming him. My goal had been to be logical and diplomatic so I chose my words carefully but now that I was alone, I could admit my real feelings. Catherine was not only going to be a pain in th
Ophelia’s POVLying in my bed, I began to think about my circumstances. If there had been any change in the situation they'd have come to tell me. Of course, they hadn't, and I still knew nothing. It was safe to assume they were going according to the plan.This was ridiculous for me to await my fate without speaking up. I'd made a vow not to stay silent. Remaining hidden in this room and crying wasn't going to get me the answers I needed. It was critical that I talk with Arthur. I slid out of bed determined to find him. As I left my room, I ran into Catherine. So, she was just able to hang around wherever she wanted because she was engaged to our Alpha? I swallowed down my pride and told myself that I had to accept it. She'd probably be living her full time soon. "Ophelia, just the person I'm looking for. I have to talk with you. It's about the heir you're carrying." "What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head feeling suspicious. "It's a matter of dotting I's and cro
When I awoke it was to someone slapping me on the face. I bolted upright, forcefully pushing them off me. I shook my head and blinked, trying to see if this was a nightmare. I wasn’t waking up. Glancing down, I noticed my hands were tied. How did I get into this mess? The last thing I remembered was leaving ShadowClaw. Now I was seeing stars from someone hitting me and I had no idea what happened. My heart began to race as I stared at him. His chest was heaving as he crawled across the floor, climbing on top of me again. I frantically turned my head away, trying to avoid his dirty mouth as he attempted to kiss me."No!" I shouted, trying to shove him off again. "Stop fighting, little wolf. It will be over soon enough."He wound his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at him. I was panting as I stared directly into his wild irises. "I'm sick and pregnant. You don't want to do this." I remained staring directly into his eyes, waiting for
As we drove back, Arthur was kind enough to remove the ropes from my wrists. As he did, I wondered, was Arthur good for me or did he hurt me too much? Were his erratic spurts of interest worth the stinging agony when he turned his back on me over and over? Never had anyone forced me to contend with so many competing emotions at once. Fear and pleasure, pain and...love. But would I have been better off if I'd never known it? If I had never met him, I’d be free from repeated hot and cold treatment. Then again, I'd never know what it was like to creep out of the cold recesses of my existence and be thawed by the burning, brilliant sun. But were those warm times enough to push me through the pain of having to freeze again?The thing is, each time he was kind, it made me closer to him and each time he let me down, it hurt more. But I was expecting both now. Did that put me in a better position? I had to admit to myself that there were times I was dying for those moments
Ophelia’s POVEven after Arthur saved me from the kidnapper followed by his unexpected forceful affection, I still couldn't shake off the fact that he wanted to kill me. I had to talk to someone about it. Anthony and I struck up a conversation and I finally dared to bring the subject up."Anthony, I have to confess something to you," I said. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” He pointed to a nearby couch, and we sat together. "I heard you and Arthur talking about sacrificing me. As in killing me.""You must have misheard.""No offense but why should I believe you about any of this?" I asked, tossing my hands out. "Arthur wouldn't hurt you.""I'm not so sure." Anthony sighed in resignation. "I know how private Arthur is but let me tell you a little bit about him," he said.I slid closer to him on the couch so he could speak more quietly. "Please, go on. I'm all ears," I answered. "When Arthur was a pup, he witnessed his father being killed
After Arthur left, I let out a long exhale. I knew I had been quite dismissive toward him but that was my goal. Hopefully, he didn’t catch on that I was feeling suspicious of him. Ultimately, I couldn't waste my energy worrying about what he wanted. All that I knew was I'd never been sad to leave a room. As I walked past the front door, I noticed something out of place. Catherine's tan coat was hanging up on a hook, nestled between a few others. Carefully, I snuck a check and noticed it was an envelope I recognized. It couldn't be. Was she really that tactless? The answer to my question was yes. She had brought the euthanasia agreement with her. How despicable! Was she planning on twisting my arm to sign it tonight? It wasn't enough for her to have an engagement party for her and Arthur. She needed to know I was going to die too. Her spite never ceased to amaze me. Snatching it out of her coat, I stuffed it inside my shirt. I tried to stifle my shaking as I
Arthur had promised me that we would go shopping for baby supplies together. When he had first mentioned the idea, my heart had soared with hope and longing. Was he, perhaps, beginning to think of us as a team? It was far too much to hope for that Arthur would ever consider me as a mate. He didn't seem to want one in any case, and even if he did, I certainly didn't have the noble bloodline that such a position would require of me. To think it, even for a moment, was heartbreakingly dangerous, and I shook my head to clear it. No, the best I could possibly hope for was that of his ally. Pack member. At this point, even, 'person I don't want to kill' would be sufficient. Try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about that euthanasia agreement. I knew that Catherine was a liar in general. I just prayed to the goddess that she was also being untruthful in that particular instance. I had absolutely no intention of dying for love. Not ever. But especially not when the person i
I went back to my cottage, thoughts of Arthur pounding in my brain as I watched the torrential rain outside my window. It was a gloomy night, and every flash of lightning made me shiver in the darkness. I felt more alone than ever. I had frequently been alone when I was with my former pack. But that was a state of being that had grown used to enduring. No one had ever shown me kindness there. I'd never had a friend or even a parent who truly cared about me. As such, I'd grown used to it and had never dared to hope for anything more. There had been a cold comfort in that, in the understanding that this was how things would be for me. My heart had grown cold and closed off to the outside world. I had protected myself, and that shield I had used to keep the world at bay had worked well. I was numb to whatever torments the pack could come up with to hurt me. I was someplace beyond myself, and it had enabled me to survive. But now, ironically, since I had come to know affection,