Ophelia's POV The next morning I woke up early and decided to start my day with a cappuccino from my favorite coffee house ‘Rosalyn's’ before rehearsal. As I opened my door I smiled, turning my face to the warmth of the sun. It was a beautiful morning, and I had plenty of time to walk down to my destination before I had to get to work. One of my favorite things about my new home was the variety of charming shops located within walking distance of my house. I passed my favorite bakery ‘Daily Bread’ and deeply inhaled the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread wafting into the street. I thought about stopping in for one of their luscious croissants but decided against it. Even though my mouth watered at the idea of the flakey, buttery consistency of their pastries, it wasn't practical. I had some time, but not enough to make two trips. And the coffee was non-negotiable if I was going to get through my morning. I always enjoyed practicing my cello, but rehearsal could be in
“Congratulations, bitch, you are about to become Arthur Morgan's sixth wife." Iciness filled my chest as I nearly doubled over in shock. My life was never my own. I was always being pushed around.But that was how life was for me, Ophelia Clark. And the person who was sneering in my face was my stepsister, Margaret Davis. As things stood at the time, I was officially the most hated wolf in my pack.My first shift was when Margaret's husband Mike, the brother of our soon-to-be Alpha, tried to rape me. My wolf had severely hurt him and as a result, I was paying the price. Ever since that day, my pack had mistreated and bullied me. My pain had been going on for weeks, months, or maybe even years. I had lost track by now; it was so regular. But that wouldn’t keep me down.But this contract marriage with Arthur brought things to a brand new level of abuse. I asked in bewilderment, "Wait, Dad sold me to Alpha Arthur?"Before Margaret could answer, I obstinately shook my h
I whimpered in utter disappointment and confusion. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't budge. "I told you she'd run away," said Margaret in a snarky tone. "And look at what happened. You drove her right to me." She held her hand out in a haughty manner. "Just as we planned," replied David with a teasing tone. I began to tremble. I couldn't believe it. David had told our secret to Margaret. "Give it to me. I won," Margaret insisted. "Fine," he conceded, handing over a $20 bill. Watching his emotionless face, my heart sank. He had no guilt or remorse for deceiving me. Behind my back, the two of them had conspired to do this. I felt hopeless as I stared at the gravel pebbles on the pavement. I was worth nothing more than $20 to them. But they could not break my spirit. With renewed resolve, I picked my head up and glared at them. I narrowed my eyes, squinting as rage overcame me. Marching toward them I stood squarely. "So that's all I am to
“We've been saved by the ShadowClaw Pack!"”Just moments ago, we were racking our brains about how to contact Arthur's people, and now this feels like a dream come true!""Even though they came earlier than expected, as long as they're here, the Moon Pack has a chance."My father and stepmother's ecstatic voices echoed in my ears, sounding ethereal while I began to wake. I felt like I was floating as I regained consciousness.Unable to sit up, I could only open my eyes, but once I got a good look at my surroundings, I was completely confused. No longer was I in the dungeon. Somehow, I was back in my room.Nearby servants told me that Anthony, the Beta of the ShadowClaw Pack, had rescued me. Their words sounded ghostly and surreal as I tried to make sense of what had happened.So, it wasn’t a hallucination that someone had whisked me away from that whipping. Beta Anthony had been my savior, and now our whole family was eagerly welcoming him. I was both relieved and
"Thank you, Anthony.""Of course, Ophelia. And just so we're clear, I don't believe for a second that you are a thief. Your family members are the ones who are wrong in this case, and I'll make sure they pay." I glanced at him nervously. Just like before when he asked me questions about my beatings, he sensed that I was hesitant to speak my mind.With a quiet voice, he asked with care, "Is there something else that is bothering you?"I wanted to answer him honestly since he'd already been so forthcoming and protective toward me, but I was afraid… afraid to ask about Arthur."What are you worried about, Ophelia?" He leaned in closer to hear me better."Will—” I stopped short to compose myself. My stomach was in knots again as I tried to formulate words. If Arthur was as abusive as I'd heard he was, I couldn't bear it. I swallowed down my jitters and asked, "Does... Alpha Arthur makes a habit of hitting people?"Anthony raised his eyebrows in concern as he asked, "J
His presence altered the atmosphere of the room while also making it quiet enough to hear a pin drop. “Alpha Arthur, what a pleasant surprise,” Jessica said respectfully. “Will Beta Anthony be joining you?”“Yes,” Arthur said without emotion. Everyone was staring at him, and then Anthony joined him.“Sorry if I’m late,” Anthony said.Arthur flicked his eyes at Anthony.He remained enigmatically silent and didn’t look me in the eye as Jessica continued, “Ophelia has been through some extensive abuse. Physically, she's mending but it will take time for her to completely heal." She held the metal bed frame, standing to my right. I found her presence comforting compared to the sudden heavy weight of Arthur’s obtuseness. He simply nodded to Jessica with an air of authority. Beta Anthony rushed to brush off a chair for the Alpha to sit. Arthur sat and began casually flipping through a magazine. Without picking up his head to look at me, he asked, “How is your body hea
A breeder… What did he mean?The word hung in the air like cold fog on a wet morning. Vaguely present and murky to navigate. So, that's what Jessica had been referring to. I hadn’t misheard her, after all. Once I was healed, I'd be suitable for taking on the physical rigors of pregnancy.My father played his best hand and won the bet.Dad had no qualms about selling me off like an animal. I was at an all-time low, still an extension of the Moon Pack's control. I had been traded from one scenario where I was objectified and replaced with another. It made me feel sick as I pondered my circumstances. I had no choice but to do this with Alpha Arthur.There was no way out. He was in charge.I closed my eyes momentarily, shaking my head once, hoping to make the sinking feeling disappear. When I opened them, he was still examining me. I wondered if what I said or felt meant anything to him but in my heart, I knew the answer. He cared only about his goal.I was not a person t
Beta Anthony’s POV: I watched Arthur speak with finality to Ophelia in the hospital room. When he left, I followed him out the door. "Alpha Arthur," I said quietly once we were in a more private area. Arthur turned to me and tilted his head. "I think it's obvious by now that Ophelia's father wasn't honest with us.""I know," Arthur remarked. "She isn't in the condition he promised." "She's experienced severe abuse at home, probably all her life. I saw how savage and primitive they were. They seemed more like a bunch of rogue wolves making a sad attempt at being a pack. They're mavericks, not a family.""What is it that you're getting at?" Arthur asked, sounding perturbed. I knew his patience may run out quickly if I didn't say my piece. He didn't like wasting time. "Well, picture her coming from a life like that and now being told she has to be a breeder. It seems like a lot for a young wolf woman to take in." I pursed my lips but didn't push him. Arthur'
Ophelia's POV The next morning I woke up early and decided to start my day with a cappuccino from my favorite coffee house ‘Rosalyn's’ before rehearsal. As I opened my door I smiled, turning my face to the warmth of the sun. It was a beautiful morning, and I had plenty of time to walk down to my destination before I had to get to work. One of my favorite things about my new home was the variety of charming shops located within walking distance of my house. I passed my favorite bakery ‘Daily Bread’ and deeply inhaled the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread wafting into the street. I thought about stopping in for one of their luscious croissants but decided against it. Even though my mouth watered at the idea of the flakey, buttery consistency of their pastries, it wasn't practical. I had some time, but not enough to make two trips. And the coffee was non-negotiable if I was going to get through my morning. I always enjoyed practicing my cello, but rehearsal could be in
Ophelia's POV I had always loved jazz music. It was a passion that I didn't share with most people. It seemed to me that jazz was a polarizing art form. People seemed to either love it or loathe it. And I always seemed to have far too much going on in my life to waste time arguing about its merits with those who fell into the latter category. Nonetheless, from the time I was a child, I would pull on my earphones and be swept away by the sounds of my favorite musicians. Billie Holiday, John Coltrane, and Ella Fitzgerald to name a few. They felt like friends to me. No matter what was happening in my life, I knew that I could always turn to their music in my time of need. Listening to the sweet sound of Coltrane's ‘Cousin Mary’ would always bring me some measure of peace. It was one of the few things I could count on during that dark period of my life. I don't know exactly how it came up in conversation with Allen, but yesterday I confessed to him about this guilty pleasure of
Ophelia's POV The next day, my head pounding with a dreaded hangover, I decided that there was only one surefire way to get Arthur out of my head once and for all. I was going to get rid of absolutely everything related to him. If I needed him out of my life, and out of my head for good, then I needed to purge it all. Everything must go, I thought irrationally, as I grimaced from the burn of the black coffee I had ingested. All of it. It would be like an exorcism. Only the demon I was desperately attempting to vanquish was my love for Arthur. It might be a tall order, but I had to start somewhere, I thought grimly, using the dregs of the bitter brew to swallow two aspirin. I'd begin with the obvious: the villa key he'd given me, our family photo from that baby store, and newspaper clippings I'd hung up beside my bed for the past year. I was sure there was more, but that was where I would begin. The only problem with my plan was that sorting through these items brought b
Ophelia's POV In the days following Christmas dinner, Allen was busier than usual. He spent most of his days at the hospital with his patients, sometimes even sleeping at work rather than driving home exhausted after a fifteen-hour shift. "I'm sorry," Allen told me over the phone during one of his infrequent breaks. "The hospital is just insanely busy right now. It seems as if every shifter in the surrounding territories is either sick or injured right now. I have no idea why!" "Maybe it's the full moon," I joked, trying to make light of the situation.I missed Allen, and the more I was alone with my musings, the more my mind and heart turned to Arthur, and what he might be doing. Did he remember me? Or had he forgotten me as quickly as it seemed? "It's not your fault in any case," I continued, trying to hide the disappointment I felt at the thought of spending another day alone. "Your patients are incredibly lucky to have you." "I'll make it up to you, I promise
Ophelia's POV I awoke early to the aroma of fresh coffee wafting tantalizingly from downstairs. Smiling, I threw on my new black robe and followed the scent to our kitchen table. And to Allen, my friend. I reflected once again, upon seeing him seated at the table with my son, how lucky I was these days. "Good morning, sweetheart," Allen said warmly, offering me a warm smile. "I was just going to bring you some coffee. Are you hungry for some breakfast?" My stomach immediately growled loudly in anticipation, making us both chuckle. I sat down next to my pup, ruffling his hair. Aiden was a year old, and I thanked the Moon Goddess every single day for bringing him into my life. For bringing both men into my life. "I guess that answers that question," Allen replied with a grin, making his way over to the stove. "Belgian waffles and home fries coming right up!" Allen was tall and handsome, with curly dark hair and melting chocolate eyes. Everything about him was warm and
Arthur's POV I found myself strolling through a winter garden. The sun rose high overhead, spreading warmth throughout my body despite the gentle snow falling to the ground. Everything in my surroundings sparkled as if silver glitter had somehow been mixed with the wintry precipitation.I ambled slowly past an ice sculpture, which miraculously bore Catherine's likeness down to the smallest detail. Even the tiny laugh lines around the corners of her mouth stood out in relief. For some reason, I felt as if the statue was purposefully mocking me. Telling me to give up, that my love would always be lost to me. This angered me, and with a muttered curse I drew my broadsword from its sheath. Raising it above my head, it glinted under the rays of the sun as if on fire. Grinning, I brought down my sword and decapitated the effigy in one swift stroke. It had been satisfying to kill her, if only symbolically. But before I could reflect upon why that might be, I heard something that to
Arthur’s POVI dreamed that Ophelia had come back. The ache that had been my reality for long was now removed and I was filled with... joy. We hugged one another and everything was perfect. Then an icy blizzard hit with the rapidity of a squall. I was blinded by the whitewash, and I lost track of her. Rushing around frantically, I searched for her in the last direction that I'd seen her go.It felt like I walked for ages but finally, I knew she was near because suddenly the storm swirled away into the distance, then ceased. The snow was melting and as I trudged toward her, shivering and frostbitten, she stood in a beautiful, lush garden. Moss and chartreuse grass grew before my eyes.She turned to me, and I was bewildered when koby-pink cherry flower blossoms began to fall at my feet, covering the ground. I reached out for the cherry blossom and held it. The branch broke under my grasp, and everything turned frigid.Ophelia joined me and touched the same tree, bringing
Ophelia’s POVAs we were traveling the swaying and rocking from the boat began to make me feel seasick. Being pregnant was only exacerbating the symptoms. When Kingston stopped by my cabin, he noticed I wasn't well."Uh oh, you look green. Not feeling too good, huh?" he asked."Do I really look that awful?""You could never look awful," he playfully joked with a half-smile, sitting across from me. I did my best to crack a smile for him, but I felt too nauseated. "Maybe I can help. The crew must have Dramamine or something similar.""Will it hurt the pup?" I asked, holding the baby bump on my stomach. I felt nervous which only compounded my queasiness. After being forced into drinking games, I didn't want to take a chance to consume any other substance that may hurt the baby.Remembering that night of drinking, a pang of mistrust for Kingston returned. I glanced at him, feeling iciness in my chest. But now he was behaving so contrary. He was going to all this trouble f
Ophelia’s POVMaking it just in time, I heard the announcement for Suntra, 10 am. Like it was planned, Kingston paid my way siding beside me. Clinging onto my printed ticket like it was my lifeline, I skipped to the queue. After handing it to the attendee she smiled."Enjoy your stay," was what she said. I wondered why she didn't say anything about this being a holiday or vacation. Even though she couldn't see into my eyes, somehow, she pinpointed I was on a one-way trip. It was when I realized for myself the significance of my leaving. Perhaps I was reading too much into it, but I took it as a sign. This was the right decision and I'd be safe once and for all. Encouraged even more by this random interaction, I enthusiastically traipsed toward the boat. I barely noticed Kingston beside me. My heart was racing with exhilaration, anxiety, and faith in a new life. Me and my pup would live in a lovely place free of Arthur's oppression. Free of all the people who'd kept me un