CHAPTER 5: MARA SEDUCES LUCAS
Alpha Warren's POV
After a few moments of trying to relax in the shower and on my bed, I still find myself stuck in my thoughts.
Heather couldn't have done that, but grandmother can not possibly be lying to me.
She has only ever wanted the best for me and that I found someone to bear a child with which I have done.
Everything is fishy and I feel so bad about it.
The room is still filled with the scent of Heather from the time she stayed here.
I insisted that she be treated in my room, but I doubt if Nanny let her stay if she had those suspicions towards her.
The actions and evidence are outrageous and they have left me ever so confused.
Then I hear a knock on the door. My heart skips in excitement and anticipation for Heather.
"Come in", but the sight of the person who enters my room is none other than Mara.
I thought she was passed out.
Her body is scantily covered and I can see the bruises on her skin as she slowly approaches me with a tray in her hand.
My eyes are fixated on the wounds as I try to do a little estimate myself.
They are all fresh wounds that are probably less than twelve hours and this disperses the claims that Nanny made.
If she was being bullied for so long, then where are there only fresh wounds and why is she in my room? Heather couldn't have done all that in that short while
She looked quite bantered and should be recovering according to how Nanny seemed so concerned earlier.
I take my eyes off her body with the new information in mind, but she speaks up before I pop the question.
"Grandmother asked me to get you this drink before dinner is served, she said it's your favorite l", Mara drops the glass of clear gin on the side of my bed.
I notice how she delicately lowers herself, raising her chest in the process.
I notice her exposed cleaverage and I immediately get it.
Grandmother probably sent someone else to get me the drink, but she brought it in to seduce me. I have seen this scene countless times before to fall for it.
I roll my eyes as I pick the small glass and down its contents in one go.
It's an after war ritual I took after my father.
Mara smiles at me and I feel even more irritated by her brazennes.
"Get out…" I say as I try to get off the bed, but I notice myself falling back instead.
My legs feel weak and my vision gets blurry.
Is this a concussion?
But I remember being extremely careful and barely getting a scratch during the war, but all this is making me feel weird and alien to myself.
Then it dawns in me.
"The drink was drugged." I notice the heat start to spread on my skin making me want to tear my cloths off.
But first, I need to get this imposter out of my room if it is what I think it is.
"Don't fight it, the harder you try, the deeper it runs through the blood streams." She says and takes a step towards me.
But I roll away from the bed and somehow manage to stand on my wobbly feet while taking her advice of not fighting it.
Except she is pushing me.
"Get the fuck out of my room", I shout at her, but she shakes her head and starts to undress making me feel even hotter.
"No, Nanny sent me here.", She says as she slips the dress down her hips, exposing herself to me.
I feel my urge starting to rise and get close to the peak.
I might lose my will if she continues to stay here.
"I said get out. You dare defy the Alpha!?"
"You won't remember this anyway, so just take pleasure in my body and relieve yourself", she says as she steps forward before pressing her bare chest on mine.
I want to grip something, but I find myself losing control and groaning at the way she starts to move.
She is grinding on me and making me feel like she is saving me from myself.
I notice her tip toe but as her face nears mine, I flare my eyes open only to see different faces.
Heather's and hers.
Her breath fans my lips and I feel her about to kiss me.
It feels so weird, but Heather's face from the first time I saw her flashes in my sight again and that is all I need to push Mara away and race myself up to my secret place.
It's the room in the rooftop where I usually find my own space and time and since the night is chilly, it should be able to calm me.
I feel someone hot on my tail, but I lose them as soon as I round a corner, then I take the stairs up to my destination.
The breeze from the top window hits me as soon as I make my entrance and that is when I realise that the door was open.
I left it locked before leaving and not even the servants come up here, I do the cleaning myself.
Then I notice a figure shift the same time I notice my bulge rise.
Lightening strikes and her face comes to view, looking like the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on.
"Heather", I call her name in a way that sounds so beautiful in my ears.
She looks into my eyes and I feel like I have really found my saviour.
I do not have any form of restraint when I tear apart my clothes and unbuckle my belt.
I kick the door shut with my leg and lock it before returning my gaze back to her.
She looks so perfect and like she belongs to me and me her.
"You are my mate", I tell her and I notice her nod and sniffle.
"Yes Alpha, yes I am your mate", she says.
"Then undress for me."
"Yes alpha", she says but I notice her shaky hands as she unbuttons her nightdress.
"Call me Lucas", I tell her as I approach her.
I place my hands on hers, but unlike her gentle attempts to loosen the button, I rip the dress off in a way that makes her shake.
Goosebumps spread on her skin, but she still does as I asked.
"Yes Lucas", she says and that in itself makes my entire night.
CHAPTER 6 - WAKING UP TO A SAD REALITY Heather's POVBeing bullied by my parents in the past made waking up to pain a norm for me, but today's is different. There's an ache in-between my legs that brings memories rushing through my head. As I force myself to sit up and face the mirror on the other side of the wall, I realize how red my face has turned. Although it aches, I know that I would do it again and again if time rewound. The way he touched me and called my name made me feel so beautiful in ways I had never felt before. He said he inched to bite me and mark me but although he didn't, I don't feel bad at all. Him seeking me out to sleep with me and eventually making love to me all night must mean something. It must mean that although he could not fight for me yesterday, he realized how wrong things were and he wanted to make it up to me. He must have realized that we were mates and that he was just too awkward to acknowledge it at first. I'm so glad. I'm so grateful to
CHAPTER 7 - Alpha Warren's POVA week goes by and I must say I have never been torn in between emotions as much as I am with Heather. Most times, she's the woman I want to wrap around and scoop and kiss and fuck and I even get the urge to mark her and make her mine, but the other times, she's talking back to my grandmother and Nanny Deliana is always having to report her to me. Those times just override the good joys and thoughts I have of her which has in fact forced me to ignore her and with everything in me avoid her since the morning I woke up to her in my bed. It's all suspicious. The fact that she keeps trying to see me to plead and explain to me that she's misunderstood while my grandmother says she's the villain. My grandmother will never do anything to hurt me, but this just keeps getting me confused. "Alpha, Heather is here to see you again and she appears even more aggressive than usual", my secretary says as he hands me an iPad with a live security feed. One of Hea
CHAPTER 8 - betrayal in guilt Alpha Warren's POVShe looks helpless, defenseless and so vulnerable and it feels like deja vu all over. I'm back to the first time I laid my eyes on her. When she looked so weak over the shoulders of the soldier that carried her into the palace. Limp and extremely vulnerable and again, she has my attention. My undivided attention as she doesn't try to defend herself like the other times rather her eyes and full gaze are on me and piercing into my soul. Without words I can hear her pleas. Plea for me to remember something, a plea for me to fight for her, a plea for me to do something.And I try, I will myself to try very hard to remember what it is that I have to, my mind travels back to that morning when I woke up naked beside her. That morning still puzzles me, I still wonder what happened that morning. Had we really slept together? No, I disregard that thought immediately, because if she is really the woman my grandmother paints her to be, the
Chapter 9 Heather's POVHe'll be out of the palace in two days and for twelve days, I have requested to meet him. I have fought and screamed on top of my longs, I have tried all I could to communicate with him, to tell him, to help him remember because it seems like all the passion that we shared that night have gone deep deep down in his memories. And I can't seem to find anything to help simulate it. His family isn't helping, Doctor Killian has been completely bought over that he has refused adamantly to check me up even though I complain of sickness. Sometimes, it feels like I am going to pass out from the sudden exhaustion, pain and irritation I feel, but I am abandoned. Nobody seems to be on my side, in fact they aren't. God mother Deliana seems to be glad as her plan to have Lucas's eyes away from me has worked. Five weeks away from him and I don't feel good at all, it feels like the end of the world and everything in its entirety. It feels like I'll never recover. And
HEATHERS POV.I've never felt this received, although I'm still careful knowing well he's a stranger, his face has a striking familiarity but I can't quite place my finger on how I met him and where I had seen him before."I'm sorry we had to meet this way, I'mKeegan, the alpha's beta a and a friend of to Lucas" he explains, I draw a line sigh of relief as it comes flashing back to me, I had seen him earlier on in the office the day I was Falsely accused of being a liar, just now I realize he might have fallen into their clutches as well."I didn't do any of those, they lied" I explained to him not wanting to seem like a bad person."it doesn't matter what I think Heather it's what you did, once you have a clear mind then none of it matters anymore," he says to me"Why would I do it? I did nothing at all but I can't just get why his grandmother won't leave me to be in peace" I answer, He gives me a knowing look and a relaxing smile."I believe you Heather, but first you said we need
HEATHERS POV.I feel a sudden uneasiness in the pit of my belly, I feel my head twirl, my nerves are pressed,My whole world seemed to have just been plunged Into darkness. How on earth am I to deal with this?I had lasted out at Keegan and the woman in the room earlier on and I know it was not in their best interest or mine but I could not keep a restraint on myself,At the moment I felt really irritated and this is what it comes down to, I feel my head go on with a loud bang, and I sniff hard as I had been bawling my eyes out for hours.The fact that to Lucas I have suddenly become nothing than a breeder, it was brought into the Pack to bear a child for him and now that had finally happened I feel myself plus ged deer into darkness,It's way too much for me to handle. How on earth am I to bear being with him? He doesn't even care about me, ever since we had sec I've been trying to reach out to him.Each night I get starved all due to me missing curfew and now I'll go on and tell hi
HEATHERS POV."thanks Laura, maybe I should take my time thinking about it but first off I need to get back home soon I can't afford missing curfew" I answer."oh that right, we've spent way too much time out of the pack house" keegan reminds.I hope out of bed on recollection of that, I had almost gotten too comfortable in this house without knowing who it belongs so,"that right Laura we have to leave now, thank you, for everything" I say to her, "If you feel stressed or under pressure remember to always take in deep breaths although it won't work until you believe it would and keep your mind at bay, it helps I promise" she nods slowly, then pinches at my cheeks before passing a snort at her brother.Keegan grins in response to her and Soon after we are headed back to the Pack house.I feel a rush in my blood as the main gates come to view. It had been a long time since I had a chance like this, I hoped things would at least be better between us both.I had hoped for a better time,
HEATHERS POV.I quiver a bit, I hesitate but I do not move, my feet remain rooted to spit even as much as I really want to move, but then again I won't be so foolish as to make a mistake like that if given the chance he would definitely ruin me.He had gotten someone else pregnant and the best thing he wants to do at a time like this is to make me feel miserable.He isn't trying to make things right, he isn't rendering an apology to me, and although I know I do not owe him a lot I still deserve to be given a little bit of respect.He ignored me for days, while I spent weeks getting punished and starved for trying to meet up with him. He was pretty busy winding himself up in bed with princess mara."You heard me right" he calls out to me, this time I do not bother about him, I had a lot to think about, and feeling intimidated by him is not on my list.I have little to no intention of being with him, he wants to. play u fair and he would probably throw me out of the main waters soon, a
And as he does so, he answers the question he literally forced me to ask while my moans and screams are confused with eachother. "No one else fucking wants you", his moves are so tight and almost forceful that I can't help but wonder how in the world he still has all that stamina. "It hurts", I moan as I try to reach for his waist and push again, but he slaps my hands away and grabs my boobs. "Didn't you want it hard? I'm doing just that, or do you want me to leave? Did you have a change of mind?" His fingers are giving my nipples the tightest pinch they've ever gotten and his palms remain firmly pressed on my breasts. "You'll barely be able to walk when I'm done", he pauses as I start to feel his manhood harden and pulsate inside of me. Dripping hot precum also starts to coat my inside and mix with my wetness as he continues his movement. "And you know what will happen when I'm done?", through my glassy eyes, I notice the smirk on his face, "I'll take you again and again a
Heather With Mara gone, the estate felt peace and calm, like the storm had passed. Some funny thing is no one grieved over Mara's death, even though she was once the Luna. Even her son, Archer. Lucas never loved her in the first place. He softened to me and more wary of letting fear rule him. Our bond emerged stronger for enduring the trial. Together Lucas and I slowly mended torn relationships throughout the pack, reassuring all of our peaceful intentions. Keegan’s wisdom and discretion proved invaluable in maintaining stability through the transition. And Alex’s calm strength gave me courage when threats of fresh dissent arose. He would make a fine leader someday, if we could break the bleak cycle of suspicion and isolation. Archer remained more inscrutable, keeping his own counsel for a time. But Alex's tireless faith seemed to gently erode his walls. And seeing Lucas choose unity over vengeance clearly gave him much to ponder internally. I hoped in time the seeds of healing
Archer's POV The commotion in the hallway drew everyone's alarmed attention from the dinner table. Shouts echoed, then Keegan appeared supporting mother's distressingly still form. Dark blood stained her robes and face."What has happened?" Father demanded, rushing over with the others. But none needed ask as the gruesome truth became painfully clear. Mother had taken her own life, reasons unknown. An icy void opened within me. I know why. She chooses this for herself.In the chaotic hours that followed, I retreated numbly to the solitude of the grounds, tormented by guilt and questions. What had driven the proud Alpha female to such an extreme end? She had appeared the very picture of health mere hours before at dinner. Nothing made sense.Over the next harrowing days, the murky circumstances came to light under Keegan's discretionary investigation. Among mother's things he uncovered incriminating letters - one for father pleading again to cast out Heather before she destroyed him.
MaraBitterness churned within me as Lucas welcomed Heather back so readily after all the grief her disappearance caused. She had stolen his affections from me long ago with her bewitching powers, and now the spell was cast anew despite my warnings. Lucas was blind in his obsession once more.I would not let her destroy my son again. Since reasoned arguments proved futile, more duplicitous means were required. I slipped tiny portions of monkshood tincture each day into Heather's wine at dinner, under guise of graceful hospitality. Just enough to make her sickly, not draw suspicion. Soon parallel symptoms began appearing in my soft-headed son as well - fatigue, headaches, fits of anger. But it was necessary collateral damage to free him from her toxins. Once weaned off her presence, Lucas would regain his senses. I remained vigilant for any opportunity to administer larger, more disfiguring doses when the time was right.But fate conspired against me when Archer noticed his ailing fat
LucasThe long road of recovery thereafter was its own grueling nightmare. My own weakness disgusted me. But Heather and Alex stayed steadfast through every faltering step, humiliation, and defeated curse. Their faith fueled me like oxygen to resume the fight each day. Leaving the bleak hospital at last to continue healing surrounded by family brought profound peace. Despite my grandmother's lingering wariness, she and Mara welcomed Heather back graciously. The circle had held through our darkest hour.My body gradually mended, though the leg brace and cane still left me reliant on others' assistance shamefully often. But Heather never allowed me to slip into despair, staying bright and gently scolding when I cursed my feeble condition too harshly. Her inner light sustained me, even through my blackest moods.Alex too helped ease the restlessness, smiling encouragement through each halting mile walked together around the grounds. In his eyes I glimpsed again the heroic father I had p
Heather Everything happened so fast - the gun, Lucas diving to shield me, the deafening crack of the shot. Then Lucas crumpling heavily to the floor amidst the chaos, dark red blooming across his chest. The scream trapped in my throat escaped as a shattered gasp. I rushed to Lucas's side with Alex, pressing my hands desperately against the gushing wound. Lucas's face had gone pale and slack, barely conscious. "No no no, stay with me!" I begged him. Our surroundings faded away, Ian's deranged shouting, the sirens outside, everything but Lucas's dimming eyes locked on mine. "Heather...forgive me..." he rasped faintly, each word clearly agonizing. His hand found mine, grip feeble. "Tell...Alex..." "Shhh don't speak, save your strength!" I pleaded, tears blurring my vision. But his eyes slid closed, body going limp. "Lucas! Lucas please!" My broken sobs echoed in the sudden quiet.Everything after became a hellish blur - police and paramedics storming in, Ian screaming threats and cu
LucasRage boiled through my veins as Richard tried to hit their car. I watched Keegan speed off with Heather. And I feel at ease. That damned snake Richard had nearly killed her! If I had arrived seconds later...I cut off the chilling thought, forcing icy composure over the maelstrom inside me. Now was not the time for blind fury. Richard remained barely conscious at my feet, helpless prey awaiting judgment. I could make his death agonizingly slow, wring every scream from his worthless hide... But no. That was the old madness. I would not sink to his level, however deserved such vengeance might be. Death would come by my hand swift and clean. The serpent had stolen too much time from me already.I hauled Richard up by his torn shirt, claws piercing through the thin fabric to dimple his skin. He peered at me with dazed yet defiant hatred. "You should have stayed dead, snake," I rumbled. My hand flexed, ready to shred his throat out in one vicious stroke. This would finally be fini
71 Heather's POV:My head spun as Keegan wove the disturbing tale of Ian's - no, Richard's - true identity and motives. The friend I had trusted so implicitly was merely using me as a pawn in some toxic feud with Lucas. And now he was regaining dangerous lucidity in the backseat, malice smoldering in his eyes."Just focus on the road ahead," I told Keegan, trying to ignore Richard's presence behind us. I clutched Alex's hand like a lifeline. We were so close now to real freedom. I refused to let Richard's poisonous schemes drag us back under. Not this time. Alex gave my hand a determined squeeze, meeting my gaze steadily despite the fear in his eyes. My brave boy. We would face whatever came next together. I offered him a reassuring smile before turning to Keegan."What's the plan once we get some distance?" I asked, keeping my tone low. Keegan's brow creased in focus as he navigated busy streets. "I have contacts out of state who can help get you set up with new identities and pap
Keegan Getting inside proved simple once Ian was safely unconscious - the wards recognized his signature and granted entrance readily. Moving cautiously, I followed the scent trails further inside until I located Heather and Alex in a barren side room. They both startled violently at my entrance with Ian's body slung over my shoulder."Keegan!" Heather gasped out, shock and alarm widening her eyes. "What are you doing here? What's wrong with Ian?" She started to rush over but I halted her with an upraised hand. "Please, I beg you to hear me out Heather. Ian is only sedated, so I could speak freely." I lowered Ian's limp form to the floor. "There are truths you need to understand before this goes any further."Alex moved in front of his mother protectively. "Truths? More like Lucas sent his lackey here to drag us back!" His young face hardened. "Well you can forget it, we're never going near him again."I held the boy's glare evenly. "I know you have no reason to trust me. But neithe