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||Claire||It was 2023 and people still act like the mating bond was some sort of crowning achievement for women. That is the trap I fell into when I met my fated mate Alan Crawley five years ago.Alan Crawley was the alpha of the desert storm pack. I, along with every unmated she-wolf in the pack was head over heels in love with him. Since I was little.But not every she-wolf felt deeply in love with him as I did.It all began with me stealing glances at him in the school's dining hall, in the hallway, and during pack meetings till I accidentally bumped into him at the school’s gym during PE.Not that we ever talked but when his bright blue eyes met my brown one, I fell head over heels in love with him. Instantly!It was like he was the magnet and I was a steel, he was drawing to himself.Alan Crawley consumed my thought or maybe he became my obsession. I tried to stay away from him but all my actions proved to be futile. My thoughts and dreams stopped at nothing to fantasize about
Chapter 2||Claire||“You are doing great, Claire. Don't let them get to you.” Dean said with a nervous laugh.“Thanks,” I chuckled.Dean and I were great friends. He and Mark, the beta of the pack became my very good friends after I moved in with Alan years ago.They were also Alan's best friends. It was astonishing how open and accepting they were to me.I wasn't the kind of girl people wanted to be around so it was a big thing for me when they were friendly towards me.The four of us pretty much did almost everything together, from having our meals together, to training and hanging out.“Claire,” Dean pulled me out of my head.“Hmmm?”“I asked if you needed anything. I have border patrol in a few minutes.”I shook my head biting my lips to refrain from inquiring more about Olivia's visit from him. My heart dropped whenever I thought about her.“No, I'm fine. Get going before you are late.” I waved him off.Then my heart squeezed in pain. The pain felt physical like someone was suck
|| Claire ||I was disheveled. Alan has been lying to me all this time. The hurt in my chest ripped wider and my stomach and chest smeared in pain.I wrapped my arm around myself to provide me with some warmth and comfort.“Get her out of our pack before I have the blood of the bloody whore on my hands!” I growled, threatening.“I can't! “ he hissed.“You can't kill her, Claire.” he roared as his eyes darkened.His wolf was present. His wolf was on their side. He was possessive of Olivia. When did that happen?I seriously didn't see that coming! “If you still want me sane, then you need to send that bitch away.” I stood on my grounds. I won't let him treat me like I was nothing.“Don't call her that, Claire. And I can't ask her to leave. She is carrying my pup.” I gasped. “ Claire, Olivia is pregnant!!”Claire, Olivia is pregnant..... The words started taunting me. My ears began ringing. Everything around me became silent. Muddy.I felt like the air has been sucked out of my lungs and
||Claire||Before I could give in to the darkness that wanted to consume me, Alan gave a mighty roar and grabbed my arm.I whimpered.His touch did not feel like how it used to. Instead of feeling the usual sparks, I felt like I was being burned by his touch.But Alan did not let go of me regardless of how hard I wrestled against him. He dragged me halfway through the room. Pushed me into a chair and right before my brain could process what was happening, I felt the stinging telltale sign of silver as he chained me down into a chair.Fuck! The rope had been drenched in a silver solution. Struggling, I wept in agony as Alan tied my hands behind the chair and ankles to each side of the chair.Tightly...I was so damn mad. This shitty Alpha rejected me and dared to torture me.“What are you doing, Alan?” I shrieked.The rope was digging into my flesh. Bet it would leave a scar when this is over. Silver or not.“Fucking bastard! Take this thing away from me.” I yelled.He only stopped his
Chapter 5||Claire||My mother crushed into me and we both sobbed together. I embraced her tightly. I needed her warmth. I wanted to feel anything other than the coldness that had clenched my soul like a blanket.“They haven't, Claire. You are not alone. Hazel is in pain too and needs time to heal. And my grandchild is definitely alive. I can feel her heartbeat. Strong like her mothers.” she chuckled and I giggled lightly.“Her??” I drew away a little, with my arms still around hers.“Yes, Claire.” she nodded and beamed at me with tears trickling down her cheeks. “ I wish you will give birth to a little princess with your looks,” she said and we both giggles through our tears.Thank God my baby is fine. I exhaled.Cupping my cheeks, she wiped away my tears and I did the same to her as she whispered. “ You are not alone, Claire. You might have gone through hell today but don't forget you have a mother and a father rooting for you. ““ I know Mum. “ I smiled.“How far along are you?” my
||Claire||Five months had passed, and those months had been nothing short of challenging and transformative in my life. I was determined to embrace this chapter with courage and strength, though I couldn't deny the occasional pang of sadness at not having the support of certain loved ones by my side. Each day brought new sensations and a growing bond with the tiny being whose existence was intertwined with mine. The thought of holding my child, of seeing his little face for the first time, filled my heart with a mixture of longing and hope.Here I was, in the bustling maternity ward, where the air was filled with the laughter and excitement of loved ones visiting the mothers and their new bundles of joy. Everywhere, happiness seemed to dance in the atmosphere, painting the walls with the sheer bliss of new beginnings.But amidst the chatter and celebration, a stark contrast lay beside one solitary bed, a bed void of any eager visitors or well-wishers. My heart ached as I gazed at the
||Claire||An hour later, I paid for the cab and set off into the woods. The darkness swallowed us instantly from the canopy of trees.I could barely see a thing. There were no fireflies or sounds from small insects. The place was quiet. Not even a cricket chirped.All noise died out as my boy and I trudged a little deeper into the forest where our cottage was and after ten minutes walk or so.My wolf, Hazel became alert and started sniffing the air around us.We sensed scents and heartbeats. Different kinds of them. The rotten scent of a spoiled fish. All coming from my small hut.“Bloody rogues!” my wolf snarled.My heart leaped as I saw a flashlight through my little window. Followed by the crashing sounds of my things as my cottage was been raided.I quickly hid my body behind a tree as a giant of a man stepped out of my cabin, glancing around and sniffing the air as if he could sense something or someone..me!“How many of them?” I asked Hazel through our open-mind link.“About fou
||Claire||“Who is your Alpha?” I asked pretending I didn't know who he was.“Clayton Wolke. The Alpha prince,” he answered, gazing into my face as I nodded.“Let's get out of here.” he cocked his head to the side. His blue eyes appeared to be more thoughtful than scrutiny.I swallowed, bobbing my head.“This way.” he guided me to the passenger seat, and shut the door like a gentleman before getting behind the wheel, in his electric red sports car.“ Will he be fine with you bringing a rogue and a rogue child to his territory?” I raised a brow.“Yes. He won't refuse me. I will speak to him first thing in the morning.” he turned the heater on when he hopped in and glanced at me through the corners of his eyes.“Have we met before?” Beta Bredon asked while starting the car.“No,” I muttered.“Hmmm, you look familiar. “ he uttered.My breath hitched under his scrutinizing eyes. Wondering if he remembers me but he doesn't appear to and I also didn't want him asking questions about my pr
||Clayton|| Waking up to my mate was the most beautiful feeling ever. Claire’s head was resting on my chest and her light, slowed breathing and heartbeat, meant she was still sleeping. Her heat had settled and I felt I could breathe once again. I hated to see her in pain and unable to do anything but I guess heat was a vital process that every she-wolf or she-Lycan has to go through. It was early hours in the morning and I was smiling uncontrollably just thinking about how our bodies mangled and fitted together last night. It was unlike anything. I can't seem to compare the nights I spent with Claire. Each night was special in its own way and conveyed a different kind of feeling. I wanted to serve her breakfast in bed so I slowly untangled our bodies, trying my best not to wake her. She stirred a little and didn't wake up. I threw on some joggers and a black singlet. I headed down to find out that my Omega had already prepared breakfast for us. I quickly looked through the kitchen
||Clayton|| A few minutes after her transformation. Her scent exacerbated and her heat took over. Another moan echoed through the room and this time Claire’s need whacked me so hard that I nearly stumbled back….. Holy shit! The scent of her heat smashed into my nostrils in tenfolds. I stood on my ground so as not to trip over. My head moved from side to side and sweat beads on my forehead as I tried to remain focused. “Clayton, “ her voice crooked. “ I don't know what is happening to me. I feel so hot all over.” Her voice was enough for me to gather all the strength I needed to move to her. I rushed to my mate’s side and towed her into my lap. My hands burned when I touched her bare skin. She was hot again. This time her body was overheating and I needed to act fast. Claire has been in enough pain already and this pain was nothing like the normal fire. No… not at all. This kind begins from the inside and spreads like wildfire to the outside causing the skin to turn red. I froze
||Clayton|| I was on the phone with one of the contractors in my company trying to allocate resources for the new rogue school to be built for the community. When I heard a loud cry. At first I thought it was from Claire but when nothing followed I began to think that it was a happy cry since she was downstairs partying with her lady friends. But when I heard Val screaming for me to come down, I knew something had happened to my mate and the cry from her wasn't a normal one. With my heart in my throat, I raced downstairs to find my mate on the ground, whimpering in agony. “What happened to her?” I shrieked. My eyes widened and I moved to rush to her side when realization drawn on me. “She is in heat.” I was hit with great waves of her strong scent at the same time Roxanne replied. I paused mid way. I had never had to face a force so strong before. I knew it wasn't just heat. Hell No! This couldn't be what I thought it was. She couldn't possibly be transforming. “Fucking shit!!!
|| Clayton|| Bredon was at his brightest all through training this afternoon. He was usually only this happy when he was screwing with one of his one-night stands, but not today. I was happy that he had finally found his mate, and gotten what the rest of us had, even though he couldn’t go for a second without telling us how great Vivi was. . "What made you think she would accept you? Weren’t you scared? And have you met your daughter yet? Aren’t you afraid she won’t like you?" I asked while pushing through sit-ups. "She's my goddess gift, so she has to be like me in a way, right?” he sat on the ground crossing his legs underneath him. “Simple, I just showed her the real me and left the decision for her to make. I figured she'd likely want the same thing, we were all chasing after; love and it turned out I was right, after all. “ "So, she's completely impassive with being the royal Beta female of the pack and living with thousands of Lycan? She accepted it, just like that?"Casey e
||Claire||Clayton told me that Trixie and Vivian were staying in the apartment just below us and I made it a point to visit them in the morning to find out how they were doing.When morning arrived, Clayton, Calvin, and I took a short trip to the next floor. I knew Calvin also wanted to check up on his friend.We rode the elevator and the door dinged, opening to the floor.“I am going to leave shortly. I need to sign some papers in the office…” Clayton’s words caught in his throat as we saw something we were not supposed to see when the elevator door opened.I quickly covered Calvin's eyes with my hand to save him from horrifying nightmares. I knew the image of Bredon sucking the life out of Vivian will haunt me for the rest of my life.Bredon had Vivian pinned against the door with her feet off the ground and wrapped around him. Their hands were running around each other. They practically wanted to undress and fuck each other right there.“Hmm…” Clayton cleared his throat loudly and
||Claire||The guys and I were absorbed in our conversation trying to come up with a solution to the offeror; The mysterious contract guy from the midnight club.I gazed at Clayton and I could tell he was pinning the pieces of the full thing together. He was in pure rage. The only solution I could come up with was that if we didn’t get someone we knew to do the job, we had to pay a rogue to get the job done.“Ummm……. I was at the midnight club last night.” Roxanne strolled into the greenhouse with her eyes downcast. Even with that, she didn't look less than bold. She was confident and looked like she belonged in the room.“I think yesterday's attack might have been my fault.” We all stared at her stunned. I wasn't sure when and why she was in the room but I think we were about to find out.“What do you know, Roxy?” Casey broke the silence. However, my mate’s eyes were on her, flashing between crystal blue and black.Havoc was making himself known and I was worried his anger would get
||Claire||It has been hours since the lawyer and Clayton's assistant left. I was helpless and all I could do was to pace. I was like a giraffe outstretching my neck to peer through the glass window to see if there were returning from the desert moon pack. I was too timorous to do anything or form logical thoughts. My mind was stopped dead. I had done all the household chores around the apartment, I picked up Calvin's toys around the living room, did Clayton’s laundry, and swept and mopped the house but to no avail. Nothing could get my mind off the meeting.I couldn’t take it losing my son. Just the thought of it brought me to my knees. He was my whole world. My light and my air. I rushed to Calvin. He was engrossed in the cartoon he was watching on the TV and I took his face into my hands. A confused look stretched on his face and I tackled him into a hug.“You are mine, Cal. I won't allow any jerk to take you away from me.” I squeezed him. “You want to stay with mummy… right Calv
||Claire|| “We wolves are bound by rules, you know that? “ I nodded and he continued.” Even I as an alpha Prince cannot violate them. It won't speak well of me and our family. In one section of the birth registry process, it is stated that only the father can register the name of their child. The only instance as she-wolf is permitted to register birth is if her mate is dead or if her mate signs over full custody of the child in question.” “Oh, I didn't know about that.” “I realized,” Clayton smiled warmly. His explanation made so much sense. But what if Alan decides he wants to accept responsibility? What would I do? My stomach dropped. “I know it sounds frightening but we will be able to sleep at night knowing Alan has no legal claim on Calvin.” I bobbed my head. “You are right. So how does it work?” “We will send and notification letter to him through our lawyers and then we wait for fifteen working days if we don't hear from him, the contract will be declared null and voi
||Authors POV|| After the attack. In the dark corner of a bar, a dark angry looking man slammed his hand on the counter after speaking to his scouts. His anger was oozing out of his pores. He lost his possession. His weapon against Alpha Prince Clayton. This morning he could smell and see his impending victory ahead but tonight all he saw was the darkness of his loss. He couldn't accept the Lycan Alpha and his warriors were able to kill all his wendigos but he was not going to give up without a fight. He had a dream and that was to sit on the Lycan throne. He was going to create more beasts if he must. His hopeful eyes darkened as he planned his next move. The vicious bitter man drowned down some liquor before he slammed the empty shot glass on the counter table. He flew in rage and breathed lividly but to appease himself, he muttered. “One failure doesn't matter. Everyone loses sometimes. “ he consoled himself. “I just have to wait and find a way to break the Alpha Prince.”