AmberIn other words, I would be kicked out of the shelter if I kept my pregnancy. Tears burned in my eyes as I nodded silently, unable to find the strength to argue.“Figure it out,” Marilyn said, turning on her heel and walking away, leaving me standing frozen in the hallway.When I finally made it back to my room, I collapsed onto the mat, my mind racing. If they kicked me out, where would I go? What would I do? It was too dangerous for an Omega on the streets, especially one carrying a pup. I’d heard too many horror stories.“This wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken the money,” Irma said, her voice cold.“I’m not taking his money,” I snapped.“You need it,” she shot back. “You have no one else. No support. You’re pregnant and vulnerable. Why are you so stubborn?”“Because I’m not going to sell what little dignity I have left!” I shouted, my voice breaking.Irma sighed, her frustration palpable. “Then get dressed. We’re going to school.”****The school day passed in a blur.I sat
AmberThe ride to wherever they were taking me felt endless.The car was silent except for the sound of the tires crunching against gravel. I kept my head down, tears blurring my vision as I fought against the bonds holding me. My wrists ached from where they’d tied them, and the gag in my mouth felt suffocating.Why is this happening to me?Irma growled in the back of my mind, pacing like a caged animal. You have to fight. You have to stay strong.But how could I? My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The scent of the Alphas surrounded me, their presence oppressive and overwhelming. I turned my face to the window, praying that someone—anyone—would see me. But the road was deserted, nothing but trees and shadows stretching out into the distance.The car came to a jerking stop in front of an uncompleted building, its skeletal structure looming like a shadow in the night. My stomach churned with dread, and my pulse hammered in my ears as the doors clicked open. “Get
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic description of rape.AmberI tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go. The room was empty, the walls bare, and the three men surrounded me like predators closing in on their prey.“No,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you.”“Stop fighting,” the leader said coldly, reaching for me. “If you want to make it out of here alive, Omega, you’ll be a good little girl for us and do as you’re told.” The leader grabbed both my hands even as I thrashed and fought uselessly against him while the two other men tore off my clothes, leaving me naked. The cold air seeped into my bones, goosebumps rippling my skin as they stared at my body lustfully.“Please… Please don't do this… I'm sorry, please stop…” I begged over and over but it all fell on deaf ears.“Hold her down.” The leader ordered and the other men complied, subduing me as the leader quickly undid his belt, with his pants coming down.True, unadulterated f
RayneThree days. Three long, agonizing days since Reed walked out of my life.I ran my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, pacing back and forth in my room like a caged wolf. My phone sat on the bed, mocking me with its silence. I’d tried everything—calls, messages, even going to Reed’s house—but nothing worked.His mom had answered the door with a kind but confused smile, telling me Reed was “crashing at a friend’s place” and that she wasn’t sure when he’d be back. She didn’t even know where he was.I’d gone to his school the next day, hoping to catch him there, but his seat had been empty. Apparently, Reed wasn’t going to class either.“Damn it, Reed,” I muttered under my breath, picking up my phone again. I scrolled through our message thread—if it could even be called that. Dozens of my texts, all unanswered.Reed, please talk to me. Let me explain. I love you. I never meant for any of this to happen.Reed, I’m begging you. Just meet me. Five minutes, that’s all I nee
AmberThe world came back in fragments.Blinding white lights above me. The steady beeping of a monitor. The faint scent of antiseptic that burned my nose. My limbs felt heavy, like they weren’t mine, and there was a strange, dull ache in the lower half of my body.I blinked, trying to piece together where I was. The ceiling tiles blurred in and out of focus, the fluorescent light stinging my eyes. My throat was dry, raw, like I’d been screaming for hours.A soft shuffle of footsteps broke the silence. A figure stepped into view, but I couldn’t make them out clearly. My heart lurched, panic surging through me as I instinctively tried to sit up.“Easy!” a woman’s voice said quickly, firm but kind. “Don’t move too fast. You’re safe here.”Safe. The word felt foreign, hollow.I froze, my breathing shallow as my eyes adjusted to the figure before me. It was a nurse—a woman in her mid-thirties with tired eyes and a clipboard in her hands. She had no scent, a Beta. She looked harmless, but
Ichika KirishimaThe file was thick, heavier than most cases I’d received in my twenty years of practice. I adjusted my glasses and opened it carefully, my eyes scanning the neat handwriting of the nurse who’d summarized the patient’s details.Patient Case FileName: Amber QueenAge: 18Sex: FemaleSecondary Gender: OmegaRelationship Status: No known family or spouse to speak of, though patient exhibits clear signs of being mated.Case Summary: Amber Queen presents as a highly delicate and complex case. She is the victim of a recent sexual assault, currently three weeks pregnant, and shows severe psychological and physical distress. Her mental state is deeply fragile, marked by extreme emotional instability.Symptoms and Observations:Panic Attacks: Frequent and unpredictable, triggered by perceived threats, loud noises, or unfamiliar people.Insomnia: Patient struggles to sleep, often showing signs of exhaustion and restlessness.Severe PTSD: Exhibits hypervigilance, distrust, and r
Dr. IchikaI stood outside Amber Queen’s room, the case file clutched in my hands. I had been a therapist for over two decades, but something about this particular case weighed heavier than others. Amber’s file painted a picture of someone who had endured more pain than anyone should, let alone an eighteen-year-old girl who would soon become a mother.Taking a deep breath, I tried to push aside my apprehension. I was here to help her, no matter how broken she was. My job was to guide her back to herself, one step at a time.I knocked softly on the door, announcing myself. “Amber? I’m Dr. Ichika Kirishima. May I come in?”The door creaked open, and Nurse Lillian peeked out. She gave me a small smile and gestured for me to enter. “She’s awake but she's… nervous,” she whispered. “You’ll do fine, just be gentle.” She stepped aside, letting me enter.Stepping inside, I was struck by how small Amber looked in the sterile hospital room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn
Dr. IchikaThe past few days with Amber had been nothing short of a delicate balancing act. Each session felt like walking on a tightrope—every word, every movement, carefully calculated to avoid unsettling her fragile psyche. Yet, with time and persistence, I could see the trust forming between us.At first, Amber insisted Nurse Lillian remain by her side during our sessions, her presence a lifeline of comfort and security. But gradually, as our rapport deepened, Amber began to loosen her grip on that dependence. One day, she hesitated, glanced at Lillian, and softly said, “You can go… if you want.”Lillian had looked at me for confirmation, and when I nodded, she left the room. That was the day I felt we had truly crossed the first major hurdle. Amber was finally willing to talk to me without needing a shield.Still, challenges remained. One of the most immediate concerns was Amber’s refusal to eat. She barely touched the hospital food, and her already frail frame had become alarmin
RayneThe road stretched ahead like a vein through the forest, dim and endless. The Packlands were mostly quiet this time of night, just a few scattered lights in the distance and the whisper of wind slithering through the trees.I rolled the windows down.Maybe the cold air would sober me up.Maybe it wouldn’t.Didn’t matter.My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The trees blurred at the edges of my vision, headlights carving two sharp lines through the dark. I wasn’t aiming for a destination. Just away.Away from the house.Away from Reed.Away from my mother’s voice, still ringing in my skull like a curse.“You let your dick make your decisions.”“You’re the Alpha with Beta-sized balls.”“Your father would be ashamed.”I gritted my teeth, trying to push it all out.But her voice twisted with Reed’s.“You still love her.”“You held back with me.”“You’ll never be free of her.”Amber.Always Amber.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, letting out a harsh growl.I hated ho
RayneThe word divorce hit harder than a punch.I stood there, frozen, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and panic. It echoed in my head like a gunshot in an empty room.“I want a divorce.”No warning. No pause. Just the nuclear option.And then he was gone—walking away like I hadn’t just fought the entire world for him.“Reed!” I called, voice hoarse. “Don’t walk away from me!”He didn’t even flinch.He stormed up the stairs, every step a thunderclap, every movement filled with finality. A door slammed seconds later, loud and cruel.I didn’t move.Couldn’t.Divorce.That word didn’t belong in our story. Not after everything we’d survived. Five years of marriage. Longer than that if you counted all the stolen years before. The sneaking around. The lies we told just to be together. The sacrifices.The hate. The opposition. The nights we clung to each other because no one else would understand.I’d gone to war with my own Pack for him. I changed laws for him. I turned my back
RayneI didn’t expect the day to go sideways before lunch.Alpha Caspian of the Stonebrook Ridge Pack arrived exactly on schedule—black SUVs lined up like a damn parade in front of my residence. He stepped out in his signature navy overcoat, flanked by his warriors and his daughter, Tessa.I’d met Caspian a few times over the past six months. We’d been working together on a joint security project—a cross-border initiative to fortify both our Packs and introduce a shared intel network. It was ambitious. Forward-thinking. The kind of thing that would secure our region for decades.And it had taken six whole months of negotiation to get him this far.The plan was simple: tour our territory, go over the final draft, sign papers.Easy.What I didn’t plan for was Reed.And definitely not Tessa.The moment they stepped into the banquet hall, the tension hit me like a cold slap. Tessa was... beautiful. Delicate and poised, with warm brown skin, large honey eyes, and silky curls cascading down
RayneThe last six years had been... good. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself on most days.Taking over as Alpha after my father’s passing was the smoothest part of it all. No power struggles. No opposition. Everyone knew I was next in line and respected that. I’d spent years preparing for the role, watching every move my father made, even the ones I swore I’d never repeat. Especially the ones I swore I’d never repeat.One of the first things I did as Alpha was pass a law—one that shocked the Pack Elders, rattled the conservative Council, and nearly made my mother drop dead with fury. I legalized same-sex unions. Outright. No conditions. No loopholes. No back-alley whispers. A law that said, plainly and publicly, that two Alphas could love each other. That an unconventional couple like us could marry. That love didn’t have to follow some archaic formula just because the older wolves couldn’t stomach the idea of change.And then I married Reed.Reed fucking Smith.To say the Pack
AmberAs the days slipped by like pages of a book I wasn’t quite ready to close, I noticed the shift in Ichika. Subtle at first—longer glances at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, the quiet hum of thoughts she didn’t say aloud. But I knew that look. The way she smiled when Ian was in the room, the way her eyes softened when she watched him laugh with Evalie or how he looked at me like I was the only person that mattered. She was convinced. Convinced Ian was the right man for me.But I wasn’t.Not because he wasn’t good—he was. Too good, really. Kind, patient, funny in that dry British way that made you smile even when you were trying not to. Sometimes I had to ask myself if he was actually real, he was nothing like all the other Alphas. But the truth was, I’d made peace with the idea of being alone. I had Evalie. I had my career. I had enough.And most of all, I had no choice.Because no matter how far I ran, no matter how many years passed, I was still partially bonded t
Ichika I stood, but Ian was already on his feet, instinctively turning toward the sound like he was ready to help without even thinking.Evalie peeked her head around the corner, her wild blonde curls even messier from sleep. She rubbed one eye with the back of her hand, dragging her stuffed bunny behind her with the other. When her eyes landed on Amber, she lit up instantly."Mummy!" she squealed, racing forward.Amber caught her with ease, scooping her up into a warm hug. "Hey, my love," she murmured, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek. "Did you have a good nap?"Evalie nodded into her neck, her eyes sliding toward Ian with cautious curiosity. But she didn’t say anything. In fact, she barely looked at him.She stayed tucked in Amber’s arms, her voice rising with excitement as she began to gush, "Mummy, I told Miss Clara today that I want to be a doctor just like you, and she said I need to read more books, and at recess, Mia and I did cartwheels, and we had jelly sandwiches fo
Ichika's POVThe drive back from the airport had been full of chatter and laughter, and now, as we pulled into the driveway, a familiar warmth settled over me. Home. Amber was home.Ken helped unload the luggage from the trunk while I guided Amber and Ian inside. Evalie was already skipping ahead, excited to show her mother everything that had changed since she last visited—which wasn’t much, honestly, but to a child, every new drawing on the fridge or new pillow on the couch was a big deal."Go on and wash your hands, sweetheart," I told Evalie, smiling as she dashed off. "Lunch is almost ready."I ushered Amber and Ian into the dining room. "You both must be starving. Sit, sit. Let me get everything on the table.""Ichika, you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble," Amber said, a little breathless as she sank into one of the chairs."Nonsense," I replied, waving her off. "You think I’d let my daughter return home after six years and not welcome her properly? Not a chance
AmberI swallowed hard, pushing the thought away.I had accepted long ago that love and romance weren’t in my destiny.And that was okay. I chose to focus on what really mattered—my daughter, my career, my family.The plane jolted slightly as it began its descent. I exhaled slowly, gripping my hands together."Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada. Please remain seated until we have reached the gate and the seatbelt sign has been turned off."My heart pounded.I was home.Ian glanced at me, his lips quirking up. "Ready to see your little girl?"A breathless laugh escaped me. "More than anything.”The moment my feet touched solid ground, my heart pounded with anticipation. I clutched my luggage tightly, scanning the crowd eagerly, and then—I saw them. Ichika, Ken, and Evalie stood near the terminal, searching for me with the same desperation I felt in my chest."Mommy!" Evalie’s voice rang out, high and excited, before I could even take another step.Tears stung my eyes as
Amber~ 6 years later ~"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at Harry Reid International Airport shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for arrival."The flight attendant’s announcement sent a thrill through me, my grip tightening on the armrest.This was it.Six years.Six years since I had packed my bags, said my goodbyes, and flown halfway across the world to chase my dreams. Six years since I had left my baby girl in Ichika’s care, determined to make something of myself—to build a future where I could stand tall, not just as Amber Queen, but as Dr. Amber Queen.And now, I was finally coming home.Excitement buzzed through me like an electric current. Beijing had been everything I could have hoped for. The culture, the food, the people—I had fallen in love with it all. Every street corner told a story, every meal was an experience, and every challenge had only pushed me to be better.But no matter how incredible my journey had been, there had always been something m