“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," my father said. He was seeing me in a new light as I stood before him in the expensive crimson dress, oil-black heels, diamond necklace, and matching earrings. His mouth dropped open for a moment. "Dad," I began, my heart pounding. I so often associated him with pain, but right now his voice evoked comforting familiarity. "I don't know where to begin," he commented, fidgeting from nervousness. Was my presence making him feel uncomfortable? "Um, you sold me off to be a breeder, for one." I pointed an index finger at him with my eyebrows raised. "Ophelia, you don't understand. It was the only way to get the money from ShadowClaw Pack." "But why didn't you tell me about it?" I threw my hands out in disbelief. "It was a huge shock to have it dumped on me when I arrived." "Look, Arthur threatened the Moon Pack. He said that if we didn't go through with the breeding contract, he'd kill our family." My chest clenched with anxiety as I touched my li