All Chapters of Loving Him With Pain : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For a few long seconds, Katie stood there, wavering in the silence, until the distant hum of activity from the kitchen brought her back. She forced herself to breathe, steadying her steps as she made her way into the kitchen. The murmurs hit her almost immediately, whispering voices intertwining like a tangled web around her. "Can you believe she even has the nerve to show up here?" one young woman muttered, loud enough for Katie to hear. “Honestly,” another snickered, “how brazen can someone get?” Katie clenched her hands, refusing to react. Instead, she approached an older woman who was setting out ingredients near the counter. “Excuse me…” Katie’s voice was quiet, almost swallowed by the noise. “Is there anything I can help with?” The woman looked up, her gaze settling on Katie for a moment before her expression softened. "Yes, of course. Would you mind washing the cabbage? We’ll need it for the kimchi." Katie gave a small nod. "I’d be glad to. My mom taught me how t

That same night, the pack lay under a soft blanket of moonlight, casting a gentle glow over the gathering of families seated around ten large tables. Voices and laughter floated through the cool air, mingling with the scent of freshly prepared dishes, creating a comforting buzz. Katie sat with a small group of children, smiling as two young girls beside her gazed up with wide, curious eyes. One of the girls leaned in, her gaze fixed on Katie’s hair. “Your hair is so long and shiny,” she said, almost in a whisper, reaching out tentatively as if to touch it. Katie’s smile warmed. “Thank you so much,” she replied, her tone gentle and encouraging. The girl’s lips twisted into a thoughtful pout. “I wish mine would be like that when I grow up. I don’t like having short hair.” Katie chuckled softly, tilting her head. “Oh, but your short hair is lovely. And someday, your hair will be even longer and shinier than mine.” The girl’s face brightened as she touched Katie’s hair in w

Katie stirred awake, her body cocooned in warmth. Her fingers brushed against the silky texture of the blanket covering her. The bed felt foreign—not the lumpy, stiff one in her room but plush and inviting. She sighed, smoothing her palm over the luxurious sheets and sinking deeper into the comfort. Hugging the pillow close, she inhaled its scent, a faint, woodsy cologne mixed with something uniquely him. It calmed her for a moment, but then, like a jolt of electricity, realization struck. This wasn’t her bed. Her eyes flew open, darting around the unfamiliar room. Fear wrapped its icy tendrils around her heart. The large room, with its masculine furnishings and soft lighting, was undeniably Jerome’s. Panic bubbled within her as she shot upright. Oh no. Oh no. What have I done? Her thoughts raced. If Jerome found her here, alone in his room, she couldn’t predict his reaction. She scrambled to the edge of the bed, desperate to leave without waking him. But as her

There, partially hidden by the dense trees, stood Jerome.He was with a woman—a pack female she vaguely recognized—her body pressed against a tree, her hands gripping the rough bark for support. The woman's bare chest glistened in the sunlight, her moans mingling with the harsh rustle of leaves. Jerome moved against her with unrestrained vigor, his broad shoulders flexing, damp with sweat.Katie’s breath caught in her throat. The sight twisted something deep inside her, a strange mix of pain, disbelief, and something she couldn't quite name. She should have looked away—should have walked away but her eyes betrayed her, lingering on the scene longer than they should have.Jerome's head lifted suddenly, his piercing gaze cutting through the distance and landing squarely on her.Katie’s stomach flipped, and she felt an icy chill crawl up her spine. For a moment, neither moved, their eyes locked as though the world had paused.His expression was unreadable—part surprise, part something

Jerome lounged in his private quarters, his shirt half undone, the musky scent of wine and lust clinging to the air. The dim lighting illuminated his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned back in the plush leather chair, a smirking omega perched comfortably on his lap. Her soft giggles filled the room, her hands tracing over his toned chest as he murmured something that made her laugh harder. The world outside his walls seemed distant, unimportant. For Jerome, this moment was just another distraction from the responsibilities that clawed at him daily. He wasn’t the kind of alpha who basked in the weight of leadership. Instead, he preferred the fleeting pleasures of the flesh, letting others assume he didn’t care. But beneath the surface, something darker churned—a ruthlessness that emerged only when provoked. The door burst open without warning, slamming against the wall with a force that made the omega on his lap yelp. Jerome’s eyes flicked up l