[MATURE CONTENT]. His hand shot out and reached beneath the hem of River’s dress with a swiftness that startled her. A yelp escaped her lips as he yanked it upwards, exposing a bare thigh. Shame burned and took over every fiber in her. She shrank back, burying her face in her hands. This was torture. Why was he doing this to her? A sinister scoff escaped his lips. “What's wrong, little one?" he mocked, his face inches from hers. "Scared?" Scared? Yes. But of him? No. Of herself? Hell, yeah. — River, an omega hybrid who was betrothed to an Alpha’s son since birth does nothing but dream of their future together. Her dream shatters on her 19th birthday when Gonzalo rejects her after revealing he is in a secret affair with her big sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, River attempts to flee to the human world, vowing never to return. However, she is instead snatched by a ruthless vampire who takes her back to his home as a prize. Unbeknownst to her, she carries Gonzalo's child. After years of serving the vampire who falls in love with her along the way, news of rogue attacks forces River to escape back to her pack. Though prepared for questions about her secret child, River isn't prepared for the simmering tension and passion with Gonzalo who is haunted by his past mistake and is desperate for forgiveness. She certainly doesn't expect him to forcefully claim her when she seems determined to hate him forever.
View MoreThe girl couldn't be older than six or seven…River had left the pack seven years ago. If she had been pregnant back then because, in fact, they did have a night of passion. This would explain everything. Something churned within him. He couldn't ignore this possibility."I need to test this theory," he muttered thoughtfully. "I am ninety percent sure the girl is mine though. But then again, Ninety percent sure isn't enough."He couldn't help but be ashamed for not realizing it sooner. He… he had a daughter. A beautiful one at that and she was so smart and outspoken.The feeling of knowing he was a father was rather unfamiliar. It wasn't passion and it wasn't exactly identical to what he now felt for River.It was rather, a tenderness…… there was a mini him somewhere and he hadn't known all these while. To think River had been subjected to survive alone and bring her child alone on her own was respectable.He was such a fool for thinking Echo was stronger than she was in the pas
Gonzalo~~After declaring River being alive to Echo, he stormed in but she followed. Echo's persistent questions echoed in his ears as he walked on, "What did you mean about River? Where is she?" He ignored them, his jaw clenched tight as he tried hard not to explode in anger. Whoever would wound up marrying Echo would most definitely have a lot on his hands.Reaching his door, he slammed it open with a resounding thud, hoping the sound would finally deter her. But no, Echo was like a persistent fly buzzing around him, demanding answers."What about River, Gonzalo?" she pressed, her tone weaning with a hint of something that might have been fear. "Is she truly alive?"Oh, so she was so concerned now as to if River was still alive when all she had done during her absence was condemned her and damned her dead. Perhaps, she had just realized that she had missed her sister?Perhaps, that heart of Echo’s wasn't entirely dead. He whirled on her, and with a tone that was filled with exhau
Chapter 66The word “good” might be applicable to Gonzalo but not in the case of their relationship. She was tempted to answer Rain that he was. Yet, lying to Rain didn't feel right either. It was a truth she would have to face sooner or later, and building a foundation of trust meant honesty, even in fragments."Well, honey," she began, searching for the right things to say, "being a good leader is complicated. Sometimes, even good people have to make difficult choices.""Difficult choices?" Rain repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion."Yes," River continued, her voice soft. "Sometimes, those choices can hurt the people they love."She couldn't explain the complexities of pack politics, betrayal, and ambition to a child. But she could plant a seed of understanding – a seed that hopefully would blossom into empathy when Rain was older."Did my father make a choice that hurt us?" Rain's voice was small, and it pained River to hint at sadness in her daughter’s voice.River could feel
As River turned around, the unexpected was before her. She wouldn't call it ‘unexpected’ but she certainly wasn't yet prepared for the meeting.She was expecting to see a stranger or perhaps, hoped the voice belonged to a stranger as familiar as it sounded. It was a face from her past and it had materialized before her. The cold indifference on that grim face provoked River. How could her expression be so bland after everything?It was Echo. And she looked like she didn't give a damn too.She didn't seem not in the least bit surprised to see River– at least, not in the ways that she had anticipated. Her icy stare held, instead a flash of something… was it resentment? Disappointment? There was certainly no warmth, no joy at seeing her long-lost sister alive in those dead eyes. There was just darkness and bleakness. A pang of sorrow shot through River's heart. It was at this point that she decided that Echo had no heart.After seven years, after the betrayal, and the heartbreak, she
Chapter 64 As River turned around, the unexpected was before her. She wouldn't call it ‘unexpected’ but she certainly wasn't yet prepared for the meeting. She was expecting to see a stranger or perhaps, hoped the voice belonged to a stranger as familiar as it sounded. It was a face from her past and it had materialized before her. The cold indifference on that grim face provoked River. How could her expression be so bland after everything? It was Echo. And she looked like she didn't give a damn too. She didn't seem not in the least bit surprised to see River– at least, not in the ways that she had anticipated. Her icy stare held, instead a flash of something… was it resentment? Disappointment? There was certainly no warmth, no joy at seeing her long-lost sister alive in those dead eyes. There was just darkness and bleakness. A pang of sorrow shot through River's heart. It was at this point that she decided that Echo had no heart. After seven years, after the betrayal, and th
H- how did Gonzalo know that Rain was his?No, she shouldn't give in so quickly. He might just be giving a wild guess. If she agreed to that, his doubts would be cleared.He might want to take her daughter away from her. No, she would never allow anyone to take away Rain from her. She sole handily brought her daughter up and Rain deserved to be with no one else but her!“W-What girl are you babbling about?" she tried so hard not to stutter but it seemed that was wishful thinking. His words confirmed what she'd dreaded – sooner or later, someone might take away her daughter. People would be able to tell that Rain was his. Tara already did, and now, him."Your little girl," Gonzalo continued, his lips curved in a cynical smirk. "Rain, or what did you call her the other day?"River swallowed a lump down her throat. He even knew her name and that was all thanks to her.“Your girl?" she scoffed, forcing a laugh that sounded flaky even to her own ears. "Gonzalo, you're delusional! I would
“We could use your help, dear," Tara provided. "We're a bit short on supplies and I need someone to run to the market." Phew! That sent Relief gushing into River. She had thought something bad had happened again. A simple errand sounded perfect right now. It would give her a chance to clear her head and process the unsettling encounter with Gonzalo. "Of course," River agreed readily. "What do you need?" Tara rattled off a list of ingredients – herbs, spices, groceries, a new jar of honey, and something called "moonflower petals." River recognized most of the items, but the moonflower petals piqued her curiosity. "Moonflower petals?" she asked. "What are those for?" Tara smiled mysteriously. "Just a little something we're working on," she said. "It's a surprise. But trust me, they're important." “Sounds good," River agreed, nodding. With a final hug for Rain, they both followed Tara out of the room. In the living room, Annemarie sat at a large table, with a pen scratching busily
As sleep finally claimed her, River held her daughter tight while a promise bloomed in her heart - she would protect Rain, no matter the cost. The weight of her responsibilities pressed down on her, but this wasn't the time to cower. She was a witch now, and she would find the strength within herself to be the protector Rain needed. Also, to be the protector her people needed. Echo had failed them. Echo had failed their parents. The next morning… … Sunlight streamed through the window, its golden stripes lining across the floor. Rain was already awake, seated on the windowsill, her chin resting on her hands as she gazed out at the street below while glaring at a certain figure ahead. River, however, stirred much later. The exhaustion of the previous night was not done taking its toll on her. She groaned as she stretched while all the memories of the night before flooded back to her. Annemarie’s words; “You are a powerful witch.” Continued to echo in her head. Wrong though. She
For the first time since then, River felt a sense of belonging, a connection to something bigger than herself. She had always been cast away. Always on the search for her true purpose. For where she belonged and maybe she had found it. The fear and confusion that had gripped her slowly began to recede and was soon replaced by a sense of intent. Without realizing it, she joined the chant, her voice blending with the others. The words themselves held no meaning, yet they resonated within her like a profound, crude language stirring from within her soul. Little Leo had his eyes wide with fascination. He carefully tilted the vial, allowing a single drop of blood to fall into the center of the circle. As it touched the stone, it erupted in a sudden burst of flame that startled even the seasoned witches. The fire, however, was short-lived. It morphed into a swirling cloud of smoke, tinged with a surreal silver color. River’s breath seized. Beautiful. The smoke that emanated from t
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