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2,194,744	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194799}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Continue reading	Let Me Go, Alpha Chapter 1 The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. Despite everything, I still wanted to be with him, hoping time would change everything. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied, Theia. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. Don't expect that I'll return your affection," he spat in disdain. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Theia... I’m so, so sorry. Let's start over again, okay?” —— I ran, my heart pounding in my heart like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. The scent of blood thickened in the air as I neared the pack’s border, and a sickening dread crawled up my spine. "Eris!" I screamed her name, praying—begging—that I was wrong. But then I saw her. My legs nearly gave out as I reached the clearing. There, lying crumpled among the blood-soaked grass, was my daughter’s mangled body. her frame twisted at unnatural angles and blood... so much blood. It pooled around her, seeping into the earth as if the very ground was weeping for her. "Eris!" I choked out again, falling to my knees beside her. Her tiny hand was still wrapped around a cluster of medicinal herbs, clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "No... no..." My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. I rocked her back and forth, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on her clothes. "I'm so sorry. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to protect you." Eris had been everything. My world. My hope. And now... now she was nothing more than a cold body in my arms. I called Dinlas over and over, desperate and hysterical, but I couldn't get through to him. When he finally answered, I barely had time to speak before he barked, “Where’s Erin? I told her to get the herb. Why isn’t she back yet? Victoria’s waiting!” "You-" I hadn't finished my words when I heard Victoria's coquettish voice sounded. "It hurts Dinlas..." "Tell your daughter to hurry up, or else she won't like what I'll do to her!" After saying that, Dinlas cut off the line and even blocked our mind link. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The same old story. The same disregard for our family. The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. This year, they had insisted on bringing Eris along. Victoria had said she wanted to “get close” to our daughter, to “bond” with her, as if the years of resentment and neglect could be undone with a few pleasantries. I should have known better. I should have refused. But I hadn’t. And now my daughter was gone. I wanted to bury her remains, but Eris' body was Incomplete, and I could only choose to cremate her. Days passed in a blur. I kept myself busy, or at least tried to, but no amount of distraction could lift the weight pressing down on me. Every corner of the house felt colder and darker without my daughter. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything could have been different. Maybe if I had fought harder, maybe if I had— The door burst open with a loud crash, shattering my thoughts. I blinked and looked up, startled, just in time to see Dinlas storming in. His eyes were dark with fury. “Where's the medicine?” Dinlas roared, his voice vibrating through the walls. I stood frozen for a moment, his rage slamming into me like a tidal wave. “What?” “Eris!” he bellowed, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “Where is she? I told her to get the herb, but she didn’t come back to the party. Did you hide her? Tell her to apologize to Victoria right now! Victoria’s been nothing but generous despite what Erin did! Look how you’ve spoiled her! Don't you know that Victoria was forced to stay in the clinic because of that?!” I forced myself to stand tall, even though everything inside me was crumbling. I didn't care whether Victoria died, or if something bad happened to her, I just wanted to end everything today. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “You have no right to discipline Erin. Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” His eyes flashed with anger, and he tore the papers with his claws. “Erin did something wrong, and you want to divorce me because I'm trying to discipline her? You've gone nuts!” “Discipline? What did Erin do wrong, Dinlas? What crime did she commit that you sent her out alone to get that freaking herb? Do you even know what happened to her?” But before I could finish, he snapped, “Enough! I told her to get the herb. So what? She's already grown up, and she had alpha blood—what could have happened? She’s always whining to you because you're spoiling her!” “She's just five years old! She couldn't shift yet, but you're treating her as if she's one of your warriors!” I took a deep breath and added, "I'm done with all of this nonsense. Just divorce me like you've always wanted to." I handed him another set of divorce papers and said coldly, “Erin won’t trouble you anymore. Just sign it.” My daughter was innocent, but her only mistake was being born into this family. Dinlas’s face darkened, his voice rising in fury. “Enough with your nonsense! I gave you what you wanted before and now you want a divorce? Do you think you’ll get custody? Dream on!” Without waiting for me to speak, he stormed out in a rage. Tsk. It seemed that he thought I was just simply throwing tantrums, and my anger would soon pass. But this time was different. I was exhausted and I just wanted to get far away from here. Chapter 2 I’d always known Dinlas wasn’t mine—not really. The Fates had never tied our souls together, no invisible string drawing us closer, no signs from the Moon Goddess to tell me he was my destined mate. But that never stopped me from loving him. Loving him from afar, silently, without expectations. Dinlas, the son of the Alpha, always seemed so far above me, like a star I could admire but never touch. The only reason I was ever close to him was because of my mother. She was Ourea’s protector—the Luna’s personal warrior. My mother had earned her place through years of service, loyalty, and strength, but even so, our family wasn’t the same as Dinlas’. Our worlds were close, but still apart, separated by an unspoken barrier of rank and destiny. Then one day, the rival wolves broke through the pack's border and attacked us without warning, savage and desperate. I wasn’t there, but I heard the stories—how my mother stood in front of Luna Ourea, shielding her from the rival' attack. She fought them off but at the cost of her life. By the time the others arrived, it was too late. My mother had saved the Luna, but she couldn’t save herself. I was called to her side, the scent of blood thick in the air, her life slipping away with every breath. I knelt beside her, holding her hand, trying to be strong for her, but I could feel her slipping. Her grip weakened, and her voice trembled as she spoke her final words—not to me, but to Ourea. “Please fulfill Theia’s wish,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry her to Dinlas. That’s all I ask.” Ourea nodded, her face stricken with grief and guilt. She agreed, and I could see the weight of my mother’s death pressing down on her, the burden of a promise she didn’t want to make. I knew it wasn’t out of love or kindness. It was because my mother had died for her. And so, I was promised to Dinlas. I should have felt joy, and on some level, I did. After all, I had dreamed of this moment my entire life. I had loved him quietly, patiently, and now, in a way, he was mine. But it wasn’t how I had imagined. My mother was gone, and there was no warmth in Dinlas’ eyes when he looked at me. Still, I tried to find comfort in the fact that I could finally be with the man I had always wanted, even if he didn’t love me back. However, on our wedding night, Dinlas made sure I knew the truth. We stood alone in our chamber, the ceremony long over, the pack celebrating outside. I waited, heart pounding, hoping for some sign of affection, some acknowledgment that I was his wife now. But when he spoke, his voice was cold, void of emotion. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. I'll respect my mother’s wishes, but don't expect that I'll return your affection." True to his word, Dinlas maintained the image of a devoted husband in front of others. Our marriage was a sham, but I still loved him, so I stayed quiet, playing the role of the dutiful wife, pretending that the ache in my chest wasn’t tearing me apart. He didn't celebrate Erin's birth and even said she shouldn't have been born as a daughter. I thought everything would change once I married him, but instead, I was the one trapped in a loveless marriage. The life I had gained by sacrifice now felt like a curse. After Erin died, I returned to the small, rundown home where I’d lived with my mother. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to move forward if I stayed there, so I packed my things, held the urn, and was about to leave, but before I could step out, the door swung open. "I've looked for her everywhere but Eris is not here. Where did you hide her?" "Where is Erin? Bring her out now!" I clutched the urn tighter, my heart pounding as I met Dinlas' furious glare. "You have no right to even speak her name. Get out and take your mistress with you!" My defiance only stoked the fire in his eyes. His voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer. "Shut up. I guess I’ve been far too lenient with you. You've raised Erin to be as twisted as you!" The blood froze in my veins as his command swept through me. I bit my lip and defied him. "Erin is just five years old! What could you possibly blame her for?" Victoria stepped forward, her movements deliberate, pulling away her mask to reveal a face covered in angry red welts. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked at Dinlas. “I just wanted to get closer to her, but it seems she Eris doesn't like me. Don't blame her, Dinlas; she probably didn't know what she gave me was wolfsbane.” Dinlas exploded. "Stop defending her! Eris scarred your face because Theia has poisoned her mind!" I stared at him, incredulous. "Dinlas, she’s your daughter! How could you accuse her without evidence?!" Glaring at me, Dinlas thundered, "I saw it with my own eyes when Eris hurled the wolfsbane on Victoria's face! Do you think I'm blind? Get her here and I'll teach her a lesson!" "She won't be coming because she's dead..." I retorted with difficulty. Chapter 3 "Theia, you don't have to lie just to hide Eris. We just wanted to understand why she tried to kill me. You know that wolfsbane is dangerous for us, but you still let her do that," Victoria said softly, but her words grated at my ears. “How dare you!” My whole body shook with the force of my fury as I glared at Victoria, her venomous accusations still ringing in my ears. She stood there, smug, her eyes gleaming with malice as if she had every right to speak about Eris like that. “I won’t let you smear her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “Eris didn’t try to kill you! She wouldn’t—she’s dead because of you!” Without thinking, I lunged at her, my claws unsheathing as my anger took over. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to tear her apart, to see her face as twisted and broken as mine felt inside. If it weren’t for Victoria, Eris would still be alive. Victoria didn’t even flinch as I came at her, but before I could reach her, Dinlas moved between us, his aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice heavy with authority. My body froze instantly, the weight of his Alpha aura crushing me. It was as if I were being suffocated, my limbs locked in place, my muscles straining against the invisible chains holding me down. I fought it—gods, I fought so hard—but the more I struggled, the more the pain grew. It felt like my bones were being ground into dust, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. I could barely breathe, let alone fight. "You're prepared, aren't you? You even made this fake urn to fool me," Dinlas spat. Only then did I realize I was still holding the glass jar—the urn that held what little remained of Eris. Before I could react, Dinlas reached out and snatched the jar from me. “Give me that.” “No!” I cried, panic flooding my chest. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. The urn slipped from my grasp as he yanked it from my hand, and I watched in horror as he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, glass shards raining down in a cascade of destruction. Eris’ ashes were scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. “No!” I screamed, “How could you—how could you?” "Still lying? Since you like ruining faces, I'll ruin yours!" Before I could process the heartbreak, Dinlas grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me to the ground. My face hit the cold stone floor, and I felt the sharp sting as the glass shards from the shattered urn pierced my skin. Pain radiated through my body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish I felt watching the remains of my daughter being desecrated right in front of me. Dinlas pressed his hand into the back of my head, forcing my face further into the shards. The metallic scent of blood mixing with the scent of ash. “Where are you hiding her?” Dinlas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Where is Eris?” I choked on a sob, my entire body trembling with pain and rage. “She’s dead, Dinlas!” I screamed through gritted teeth, my voice muffled by the floor. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the room, silencing me with its force. His grip tightened on my neck, and I could feel his anger like a storm crashing down on me. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “Where. Is. She?” He thought I was hiding Eris? He thought I was lying to him, protecting her? The absurdity of it burned in my heart, mixing with the grief and the rage until I could hardly think straight. "You want a divorce? Fine then, but you’ll never see Eris again." Upon saying that, he stood up and called his beta through the pack link. "Prepare the divorce paper, and look for Eris. Leave no stone unturned." He listened for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly as the voice on the other end hesitated. "Alpha Dinlas... Eris... Eris is dead. The night you sent her to Northhill Mountain, she was attacked by a group of rival, so we had no choice but to cremate her. Today was supposed to be her burial..." As soon as his words fell, Dinlas froze, seemingly unwilling to believe his trusted aid.	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He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m carrying a puppy I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!” The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back in and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.” “What?” I exclaim. “What do you mean it’s missing? A vial of sperm can’t just get up and walk away.” “I know, I think someone had to steal it, but there’s no way of knowing who’s responsible. And it looks like I’m going to have to take the blame.” She shares, her eyes shining with tears. “Cora, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner!” I lament, “They can’t fire you, it isn’t fair.” “You don’t understand, Dominic is one of our biggest donors.” Cora explains. “And he’s furious, he basically wants my head on a platter.” A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. Surely if he understood that Cora would never be so irresponsible he’d show some leniency? I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. Three days to go. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. In some ways it's a coping mechanism: I’m about to beg Dominic Sinclair to save Cora’s job, and I need a comforting thought to help me get through this. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. Approaching nervously behind Dominic, I wonder for the hundredth time if this is a mistake. Who am I to ask a favor from one of the most powerful men on the planet? Shaking myself, I tell the little voice in the back of my mind to shut up – this is for Cora. I might not be brave for myself, but I can be brave for her. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He speaks the familiar syllables with so much purpose, as if they truly mean something to him. “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “You need to leave now, miss.” One of the men announces sharply. “I can’t.” I moan, “he has to understand, she’s going to lose everything!” “We’re not going to ask you again.” A second guard growls, a clear threat in his words. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” For the second time this week, I find myself shamefully retreating through this opulent neighborhood with tears streaming down my face. What hurts even worse than losing my job is the fact I didn't get to explain the situation to Jake and Millie, or see them one last time. I’m sure their mother will tell them horrible things about me, despite the fact that I’ve been lovingly raising for them for the last two years. I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. A rush of fury takes hold of me, and suddenly I wish I could punish him somehow. It’s not like me to be so vindictive, but right now it truly feels like my entire life is falling apart, and it’s partly his fault. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I know he’ll deny it if I confront him, which leaves me only one option. I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. 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2,194,747	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194746}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	👀🔞🔥🔥Click to read<Accidental Surrogate for Alpha>	I am only 30 but have only one egg left. I decided to have a baby on my own. By accident I get inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair. All of a sudden my life is turned upside down. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.” “What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to have a baby for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left. “In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.” “My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother. I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste. I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk in I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me. I put my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate. “Ella is so naive.” Mike laughs, “Can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?” Kate snorts, “She’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.” “If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.” “The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?” “I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself. My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get a puppy, despite having unprotected happy times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system. Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise. A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.” Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse. It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of. I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore. Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only. When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility. “That bad guy! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.” “I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.” “Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.” “Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “The billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m carrying a puppy I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!” The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back in and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.” “What?” I exclaim. “What do you mean it’s missing? A vial of sperm can’t just get up and walk away.” “I know, I think someone had to steal it, but there’s no way of knowing who’s responsible. And it looks like I’m going to have to take the blame.” She shares, her eyes shining with tears. “Cora, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner!” I lament, “They can’t fire you, it isn’t fair.” “You don’t understand, Dominic is one of our biggest donors.” Cora explains. “And he’s furious, he basically wants my head on a platter.” A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. Surely if he understood that Cora would never be so irresponsible he’d show some leniency? I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. Three days to go. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. In some ways it's a coping mechanism: I’m about to beg Dominic Sinclair to save Cora’s job, and I need a comforting thought to help me get through this. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. Approaching nervously behind Dominic, I wonder for the hundredth time if this is a mistake. Who am I to ask a favor from one of the most powerful men on the planet? Shaking myself, I tell the little voice in the back of my mind to shut up – this is for Cora. I might not be brave for myself, but I can be brave for her. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He speaks the familiar syllables with so much purpose, as if they truly mean something to him. “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “You need to leave now, miss.” One of the men announces sharply. “I can’t.” I moan, “he has to understand, she’s going to lose everything!” “We’re not going to ask you again.” A second guard growls, a clear threat in his words. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” For the second time this week, I find myself shamefully retreating through this opulent neighborhood with tears streaming down my face. What hurts even worse than losing my job is the fact I didn't get to explain the situation to Jake and Millie, or see them one last time. I’m sure their mother will tell them horrible things about me, despite the fact that I’ve been lovingly raising for them for the last two years. I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. A rush of fury takes hold of me, and suddenly I wish I could punish him somehow. It’s not like me to be so vindictive, but right now it truly feels like my entire life is falling apart, and it’s partly his fault. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I know he’ll deny it if I confront him, which leaves me only one option. I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. Click to read more！ 🔥Top story: Accidental surrogate for alpha 🔥	LEARN_MORE	https://website.metronovel.com/share/middle/hpc2ue	Gabriella Castillo	https://www.facebook.com/61564944895839/	1	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	website.metronovel.com	VIDEO		https://website.metronovel.com/share/middle/hpc2uey3a0ya0jpj2db1qjxx?campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463109017_436115992831785_40604813487354180_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LKXoIkZQqFcQ7kNvgHzSw6F&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A29zDPuidisfhvl3sq52A_5&oh=00_AYACZIEIykZMFiCAe3krpSSY8ktjgPKxwTYe75HNzz39mw&oe=67143367	PERSON_PROFILE	Gabriella Castillo	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,749	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194746}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	👀🔞🔥🔥Click to read<Accidental Surrogate for Alpha>	I am only 30 but have only one egg left. I decided to have a baby on my own. By accident I get inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair. All of a sudden my life is turned upside down. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.” “What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to have a baby for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left. “In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.” “My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother. I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste. I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk in I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me. I put my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate. “Ella is so naive.” Mike laughs, “Can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?” Kate snorts, “She’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.” “If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.” “The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?” “I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself. My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get a puppy, despite having unprotected happy times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system. Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise. A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.” Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse. It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of. I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore. Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only. When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility. “That bad guy! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.” “I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.” “Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.” “Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “The billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m carrying a puppy I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!” The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back in and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.” “What?” I exclaim. “What do you mean it’s missing? A vial of sperm can’t just get up and walk away.” “I know, I think someone had to steal it, but there’s no way of knowing who’s responsible. And it looks like I’m going to have to take the blame.” She shares, her eyes shining with tears. “Cora, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner!” I lament, “They can’t fire you, it isn’t fair.” “You don’t understand, Dominic is one of our biggest donors.” Cora explains. “And he’s furious, he basically wants my head on a platter.” A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. Surely if he understood that Cora would never be so irresponsible he’d show some leniency? I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. Three days to go. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. In some ways it's a coping mechanism: I’m about to beg Dominic Sinclair to save Cora’s job, and I need a comforting thought to help me get through this. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. Approaching nervously behind Dominic, I wonder for the hundredth time if this is a mistake. Who am I to ask a favor from one of the most powerful men on the planet? Shaking myself, I tell the little voice in the back of my mind to shut up – this is for Cora. I might not be brave for myself, but I can be brave for her. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He speaks the familiar syllables with so much purpose, as if they truly mean something to him. “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “You need to leave now, miss.” One of the men announces sharply. “I can’t.” I moan, “he has to understand, she’s going to lose everything!” “We’re not going to ask you again.” A second guard growls, a clear threat in his words. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” For the second time this week, I find myself shamefully retreating through this opulent neighborhood with tears streaming down my face. What hurts even worse than losing my job is the fact I didn't get to explain the situation to Jake and Millie, or see them one last time. I’m sure their mother will tell them horrible things about me, despite the fact that I’ve been lovingly raising for them for the last two years. I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. A rush of fury takes hold of me, and suddenly I wish I could punish him somehow. It’s not like me to be so vindictive, but right now it truly feels like my entire life is falling apart, and it’s partly his fault. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I know he’ll deny it if I confront him, which leaves me only one option. I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. 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2,194,750	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194753}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥Free reading all chapters👉	#Chapter 1: Crash Landing Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her Instagram… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself… I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did. “If she was struggling with money, she could have just told you,” my inner wolf growled under my breath as I stormed up the front steps to my house. “She didn’t have to steal from us.” The house that we shared was a lavish two-story overlooking the ocean, complete with marble floors, tall columns, and sprawling gardens surrounding a crystal-clear saltwater pool out back. I’d paid for it all myself, of course, but Dani lived with me. As my full-time assistant, I needed her nearby to give me a hand, and besides… It was nice living with my friend. But right now I wished I’d never given her a key to my home. There has to be some sort of explanation for this, I thought as I ascended the steps to the second floor. Dani wouldn’t intentionally steal from me and pretend that my things were her own. Then again… I’d been looking for my missing things for almost two weeks now. And what was even more messed up was that she’d helped me look for them while she apparently had them in her possession the entire time. “Dani?” I called out as I climbed the curving marble stairway. “Dani, we need to talk.” There was no answer; but it was a big house, after all. I made my way down the hallway, popping my head into Dani’s room, but she wasn’t there. Frowning, I kept moving down the hallway—and froze when I heard voices coming from inside my bedroom. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear two voices. Nathan’s—my boyfriend’s—voice mixed with Dani’s. Nathan and I were the ‘golden couple’ of the year, the type of celebrity couple whose mere presence in an interview or an ad campaign was enough to make sales skyrocket. My shoulders slumped a little with relief. Good; maybe Nathan saw the posts before I did and was talking to her about it. “There you are,” I said as I swung the door open. “Dani, we need to—” My hand dropped to my side as I saw the scene before me. Dani hadn’t just stolen my material possessions. She had stolen… my home. My bed. My man. “Dani… Nathan…” Their names came out small, choked, like a shard of glass was lodged in my throat. I could hardly speak, could only stand there while they… While they lay tangled up together beneath my sheets. “Oh. Raven.” Nathan sat up, running a hand through his sandy hair. Dani, blushing, quickly gathered the sheets to her bare chest. My eyes were fixed on her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What is this?” I finally croaked out. Languidly, as if he were nothing more than a cat waking up from a nap, Nathan stood—fully nude—and strode across the room to pluck his boxers out of a pile of pantyhose and high heels. My high heels. “What does it look like?” he asked. “Why?” was all I managed. I turned to Dani and repeated, “Why?” but she still would not meet my gaze. Coward. Nathan simply shrugged. “What, is this a big deal to you or something?” “A big deal?” I let my fangs drop as I turned to face him, my claws extending somewhat. I could feel my eyes glow too, a telltale sign of a Werewolf’s fury. “We’re together, Nathan. And you’re fucking my assistant?” To my horror, he seemed totally unfazed by my anger. “I don’t know about you, Raven, but I was only ever in this for the business side of things. I thought we were on the same page about that.” He tugged his jeans on as if he were simply getting ready for work—something I’d watched him do a hundred times now. The business side of things. I knew what he was referring to. Our relationship did boost our brand sales. But I still loved him, and while we hadn’t completely marked each other yet, I was sure it was only because we were addicted to our careers and not just to our mateship. “But I thought—” “Oh, Raven…” Nathan turned to me with an unsympathetic look in those brown eyes that I thought I loved. “Come on, honey. You’ve always been naive, but this? You know how this business works. Everything is transactional.” I thought I might be sick. Turning to Dani, I ground out, “And you—Dani, you’re my best friend…” “I let you live in my home,” I growled. “I bought you things, took you out for expensive dinners… We were supposed to leave for vacation together tomorrow morning!” Dani finally looked at me. There was no remorse in her eyes. None. I was heartbroken. After that, I’d kicked both of them out on the curb before they’d even had a chance to explain themselves further. Nathan actually had the gall to mention something about dividing up my successful perfume company in the event of the breakup, which of course I refused. It was my company—a company that I’d worked damn hard for. He could claim that his face in my advertisements was what made it famous all he wanted, but it just wasn’t true. And besides, I wouldn’t let those two bastards take one more thing from me. … “Are you sure you want to fly today, Raven? The forecast calls for a storm.” I hefted my final bag into the helicopter and turned to face the pilot, placing both hands on my hips. “A little rain won’t stop me from going on vacation,” I said as I flipped a lock of white-blonde hair over my shoulder. After what happened to me yesterday, after my boyfriend and my best friend hooked up in my bed, I couldn’t stay home right now. I just needed to recharge for a few weeks and then I’d be back to normal, that was all. We flew in silence for some time, watching as the afternoon sky grew darker and darker. Gray storm clouds roiled in the sky off to the east, but I hardly paid them any mind, too exhausted to even keep my eyes open. “Raven. Raven! That’s strange! Our course is tilting toward the Lycan kingdom.” I snapped my eyes open from my half-asleep state to find the wind howling ominously around us, those gray storm clouds practically engulfing us. Still, I’d flown a million times before in all kinds of conditions; I wasn’t worried. “The Lycan kingdom? Is that where you want me to go on vacation? They never let any tourists in. I could be the first,” I joked. I was proud to be a werewolf. Our country was free, open and peaceful; we loved surfing the web, fresh technology, business, and of course, vacations. And the Lycan Empire next door? All the werewolves scorned it. It was a closed off kingdom, a bunch of primitives living a hellish life of war. At least that was what I saw on TV. “I’m being serious!” the pilot called over the din. “The wind is too strong to keep going—hold on tight, it’s gonna be a bumpy landing!” Nodding with my heart in my throat, I tightened my seatbelt and gripped the edge of the seat. The helicopter began to descend, deafening wind howling from all directions. The helicopter shuddered and banked, and I heard the pilot curse as he tried to right it again. No, no, no…. If I die now, I’m coming back to haunt that bastard Nathan! #Chapter 2: Intruder Raven The sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him. “Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—” “I can see that.” The tall form’s voice was gruff, deep. He crouched, and the first thing I saw was an all-too-familiar symbol tattooed on his chest. Three claw marks across a wolf’s eye. My gaze traveled up, and I saw that it wasn’t just one person, but several who were surrounding me; warriors, it seemed, judging from the spears clutched in their hands. “Take the intruder to the cells,” the man ordered, drawing my attention back. I could hardly speak, too enthralled by his face—a face I’d only ever seen once or twice on the news, but one that had seared itself into my mind. In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.” My eyes widened as three of those barbaric warriors advanced on me. Their hands were rough and callused as they hauled me to my feet, ignoring my pleas. “Quiet, outsider,” one of the warriors grunted, then jabbed me in the ribs with the butt of his spear. … The Lycan cells were exactly what I expected: cold, damp, musty, and not at all like the jails and prisons in the Werewolf world. It felt like stepping back in time. Torchlight flickered from braziers lining the cobblestone walls, bars made of iron, nothing but a straw-filled mattress and a bucket on the floor. I could already imagine what it would be like to die in here, although I tried to push the thought away. I wouldn’t die here. I was famous back home—people would come looking for me. Once they realized that my helicopter went down so close to the Lycan lands, they’d know what had happened. After all, Lycans were known for their warmongering society and their hatred for us Werewolves. And everyone knew what they did to outsiders who wandered into their territory. “Sit,” Neil commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I considered refusing his command—but I knew it would only make matters worse for me, so I obeyed and sat in the rickety wooden chair. Neil was silent as I took my seat, and if he noticed me shivering from my wet clothes, he didn’t mention it. “State your true purpose for coming here, and maybe I’ll let you live,” he said plainly. His accent was thick and rolling, like velvet dragging across sand. It would have been an attractive sound, had he not been keeping me prisoner. “I already told you,” I said, making no attempt to hide my exasperation. “I was going on vacation in the tropics. My helicopter got caught in a storm, we got thrown off course, and then crashed in the ocean. I must have washed up on your shore.” I shuddered at what might have happened to the pilot. I wanted to think that he survived, but… Maybe that was a bit too hopeful. Neil stared at me for a moment, considering. His blue eyes, narrowed beneath thick black eyebrows, seemed even more intense in the light of the torches. His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me. When they flicked down to my chest and lingered there for a beat too long, it was only then that I realized my shirt was almost entirely see-through from the water. My face heated, and I quickly covered myself with my arms. “We don’t have your ‘internet’ here,” he finally said, rising from his chair. If he looked enormous on the beach, then he looked even bigger now—almost as if he hardly even fit in this small interrogation room. “I cannot ‘look you up’. So how should I believe what you say?” I flushed again, recalling the things I’d heard about the Lycans—that they were off the grid, no internet or electricity and no apparent desire for any of those things. Apparently, they hated us for having those things; saw us as frivolous and shallow for them. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “But it’s the truth. I am who I say I am.” “You may fabricate your identity all you want,” he continued, taking slow strides as he rounded the table, “but I know you are a spy.” “Then you must be just as paranoid and out of your mind as they say,” I retorted, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “But I have no interest in indulging your paranoia. Do I even look like a spy?” As I spoke, I gestured down to myself again. Neil paused once he reached my side of the table, his gaze roaming over me once more. His eyes lingered on my jeans, my dainty white Lululemon crop top, the delicate little gold necklace that had somehow stayed on during the crash, the platinum blonde hair that was usually flowing in soft waves down my back but was now matted and dripping with saltwater, the mascara running down my cheeks. I even let myself shiver a little harder just to drive the point home. “I’m a peace lover,” I said, standing to meet his gaze. “I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath. A low growl rumbled in the prince’s throat at that. He forcefully turned my head to make me look at him, eyes flashing. I willed my fangs to release, but they only dropped a little—my wolf was too weak after the crash. But she wasn’t too weak to sense what he was to me. And if the sudden look of shock in those blue eyes was any indication, then he felt it, too. This brute was my fated mate. #Chapter 3: Fragile Neil & Raven Neil My senses had to have been deceiving me. This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul? I almost laughed out loud at the notion. “It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?” I released the girl’s face and turned away. “You must be confused by her scent. Her kind wears that strange perfume that clouds the senses; there is no way she can be my fated mate.” My wolf huffed. “Whatever perfume she may have worn was washed off in the ocean. Do not question me. You know I have never been wrong in my judgment.” Frowning, I folded my arms across my chest and glanced over at the girl. She was so unlike the women from my country—the strong, sexy, curvy Lycan women that I preferred to indulge in. This girl… She was pale. Skinny. Not an ounce of muscle on her frame. She had wide enough hips, good for birthing I supposed, but her low body fat made her breasts small. And she must have done something to her hair, too, because that color could not have been natural for someone of her complexion. And I didn’t even want to think about her attire. How does one even move in pants so tight? Everything about the way she dressed seemed purely decorative, from the ridiculous little shirt to the skinny pants and the long, pink fingernails. “No,” I said out loud. “You cannot be my mate.” The girl scoffed and folded her own arms across her chest, mirroring my stance. “The feeling is mutual.” “Good.” I walked over to the door and knocked, indicating to my subordinate that this interrogation was over. “Then I believe we are done here.” The door swung open, and my broad-shouldered guard—Castor—strode in. “Take her back to her cell,” I growled, jerking my chin toward the girl. The girl’s arms fell back to her sides, her face going even more pale than before—if that was even possible. “But I told you I’m not a spy!” she protested. “I just want to go home!” I ignored her cries as Castor threw her thrashing body over his shoulder and carried her away. Once they were gone, I shook my head and headed down the hall, where a skinny young male with a shock of red hair waited for me. Eric—one of my oldest friends and another member of my retinue. “Any sign of Serena yet?” I asked as we pushed through the door and out into the bright afternoon sun. The courtyard was bustling with people this time of day, vendors peddling various wares and children running about beneath the shade of thick trees. A ball came rolling my way, and I gave it an idle kick back to a group of kids as Eric and I made our way past. “Not yet,” Eric said, running a hand through his red hair. “I suspect it has something to do with the conflict near her pack.” I pursed my lips. She should have been here by now—conflict be damned. “This is important,” I growled. Eric sighed. “I know. We’re doing our best to keep an eye out for her.” “Well, try harder.” My subordinate’s face flushed somewhat at that. Truthfully, I wasn’t mad at him—but Serena, my fianceé, needed to be here. And fast; because without a proper female companion by my side at my father’s sixtieth birthday celebration, I would not be eligible for my inheritance. “We’ll find her,” Eric said, offering me a tiny, tentative smile. “Before the feast.” I merely grunted in response. … Raven I sighed as I stared down at the plate of untouched food in front of me—an apple, a heel of bread, and a few slices of hard cheese. It looked edible, albeit not the usual thing I’d eat back home, but I still refused to eat it. I’d been sitting in this cell for hours now. A guard had come to bring me this meal, but that was it. Mate… I didn’t want to believe that that… brute could be my fated mate. The ‘Prince of the Lycans’, or so they said. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that a Lycan might be my mate. They were so far removed from our world, so cut off from us despite sharing our ancestry, that I’d never even considered it to be possible. My wolf had gone back to sleep after recognizing him, unfortunately, so I couldn’t question whether she was mistaken or not. But he seemed to have recognized me as his mate as well, so it might not have been a mistake after all, no matter how badly I wanted it to be. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was sitting there before I heard footsteps again. Great, I thought as I saw that hulking guard step into view again. Another interrogation. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up as the guard opened my cell door. “I’m coming. No need to toss me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes this time.” We followed the same path back up to that room, just as before. Only this time, the guard glanced at me over his shoulder. “You didn’t eat.” I curled my lip at him. “Why would I eat your food? Maybe it’s poisoned.” He didn’t reply to that, just huffed and turned back around. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head and continued following him up the steps. Once again, I was taken to that same interrogation room from before. I walked in without needing to be shoved this time. “Like I said before, I’m not a sp—” My words cut off as I saw what was waiting for me. Neil was there, of course, in that fur cloak again, black hair cascading down his shoulders and almost blending in with the black fur on the cloak’s collar. But it wasn’t him who I was looking at. It was the extra cloak that was folded up on the table. “This is for me?” I found myself asking. Neil merely shrugged. “You seemed cold last time. Maybe a bit of warmth will make you finally tell me the truth.” Ah. There it is. I folded my arms across my chest and stuck my chin out. “I already told you the truth.” “Is that so?” The Lycan prince cocked his head, causing his silky dark hair to slither across his shoulder. “And you expect me to simply believe you? How do I know that this so-called ‘mate bond’ of ours wasn’t concocted by your country to try and manipulate me?” Throwing my hands up in the air, I said, “Are you kidding me? As if I’d ever want to fake a mate bond with someone like you.” Neil pulled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out. “Funny. One would expect a delicate little petal such as yourself to be glad to have a mate who’s a prince of the Lycans. Did your employer tell you to pretend like you don’t want me? Figured it would strike a nerve and make me open up to you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “First of all, there is no ‘employer’. And second, I’m not pretending.” I took a step closer, speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “I. Don’t. Want. You.” “Ha. We have a comedian in our midst,” Neil retorted, stepping toward me as well. “I see the way your breasts heave when you look at me. Even now, your pupils are dilated. I can practically smell the lust on you.” “Wishful thinking,” I growled in response, closing the distance further. By now, we were mere inches apart, just as we had been when our wolves had recognized one another. I willed my fangs to drop again, but it was still no use—my wolf was too weak, too exhausted from the whole ordeal to even pick up Neil’s scent. “If only I’d drowned in the ocean today,” I murmured, my words laced with venom. “Then I never would have had to find out that my fated mate is a barbarian.” The prince’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, he was on me—caging me against the stone wall, palm pressed into the rocks above my head, nostrils flaring. 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2,194,752	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194753}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥Free reading all chapters👉	#Chapter 1: Crash Landing Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her Instagram… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself… I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did. “If she was struggling with money, she could have just told you,” my inner wolf growled under my breath as I stormed up the front steps to my house. “She didn’t have to steal from us.” The house that we shared was a lavish two-story overlooking the ocean, complete with marble floors, tall columns, and sprawling gardens surrounding a crystal-clear saltwater pool out back. I’d paid for it all myself, of course, but Dani lived with me. As my full-time assistant, I needed her nearby to give me a hand, and besides… It was nice living with my friend. But right now I wished I’d never given her a key to my home. There has to be some sort of explanation for this, I thought as I ascended the steps to the second floor. Dani wouldn’t intentionally steal from me and pretend that my things were her own. Then again… I’d been looking for my missing things for almost two weeks now. And what was even more messed up was that she’d helped me look for them while she apparently had them in her possession the entire time. “Dani?” I called out as I climbed the curving marble stairway. “Dani, we need to talk.” There was no answer; but it was a big house, after all. I made my way down the hallway, popping my head into Dani’s room, but she wasn’t there. Frowning, I kept moving down the hallway—and froze when I heard voices coming from inside my bedroom. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear two voices. Nathan’s—my boyfriend’s—voice mixed with Dani’s. Nathan and I were the ‘golden couple’ of the year, the type of celebrity couple whose mere presence in an interview or an ad campaign was enough to make sales skyrocket. My shoulders slumped a little with relief. Good; maybe Nathan saw the posts before I did and was talking to her about it. “There you are,” I said as I swung the door open. “Dani, we need to—” My hand dropped to my side as I saw the scene before me. Dani hadn’t just stolen my material possessions. She had stolen… my home. My bed. My man. “Dani… Nathan…” Their names came out small, choked, like a shard of glass was lodged in my throat. I could hardly speak, could only stand there while they… While they lay tangled up together beneath my sheets. “Oh. Raven.” Nathan sat up, running a hand through his sandy hair. Dani, blushing, quickly gathered the sheets to her bare chest. My eyes were fixed on her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What is this?” I finally croaked out. Languidly, as if he were nothing more than a cat waking up from a nap, Nathan stood—fully nude—and strode across the room to pluck his boxers out of a pile of pantyhose and high heels. My high heels. “What does it look like?” he asked. “Why?” was all I managed. I turned to Dani and repeated, “Why?” but she still would not meet my gaze. Coward. Nathan simply shrugged. “What, is this a big deal to you or something?” “A big deal?” I let my fangs drop as I turned to face him, my claws extending somewhat. I could feel my eyes glow too, a telltale sign of a Werewolf’s fury. “We’re together, Nathan. And you’re fucking my assistant?” To my horror, he seemed totally unfazed by my anger. “I don’t know about you, Raven, but I was only ever in this for the business side of things. I thought we were on the same page about that.” He tugged his jeans on as if he were simply getting ready for work—something I’d watched him do a hundred times now. The business side of things. I knew what he was referring to. Our relationship did boost our brand sales. But I still loved him, and while we hadn’t completely marked each other yet, I was sure it was only because we were addicted to our careers and not just to our mateship. “But I thought—” “Oh, Raven…” Nathan turned to me with an unsympathetic look in those brown eyes that I thought I loved. “Come on, honey. You’ve always been naive, but this? You know how this business works. Everything is transactional.” I thought I might be sick. Turning to Dani, I ground out, “And you—Dani, you’re my best friend…” “I let you live in my home,” I growled. “I bought you things, took you out for expensive dinners… We were supposed to leave for vacation together tomorrow morning!” Dani finally looked at me. There was no remorse in her eyes. None. I was heartbroken. After that, I’d kicked both of them out on the curb before they’d even had a chance to explain themselves further. Nathan actually had the gall to mention something about dividing up my successful perfume company in the event of the breakup, which of course I refused. It was my company—a company that I’d worked damn hard for. He could claim that his face in my advertisements was what made it famous all he wanted, but it just wasn’t true. And besides, I wouldn’t let those two bastards take one more thing from me. … “Are you sure you want to fly today, Raven? The forecast calls for a storm.” I hefted my final bag into the helicopter and turned to face the pilot, placing both hands on my hips. “A little rain won’t stop me from going on vacation,” I said as I flipped a lock of white-blonde hair over my shoulder. After what happened to me yesterday, after my boyfriend and my best friend hooked up in my bed, I couldn’t stay home right now. I just needed to recharge for a few weeks and then I’d be back to normal, that was all. We flew in silence for some time, watching as the afternoon sky grew darker and darker. Gray storm clouds roiled in the sky off to the east, but I hardly paid them any mind, too exhausted to even keep my eyes open. “Raven. Raven! That’s strange! Our course is tilting toward the Lycan kingdom.” I snapped my eyes open from my half-asleep state to find the wind howling ominously around us, those gray storm clouds practically engulfing us. Still, I’d flown a million times before in all kinds of conditions; I wasn’t worried. “The Lycan kingdom? Is that where you want me to go on vacation? They never let any tourists in. I could be the first,” I joked. I was proud to be a werewolf. Our country was free, open and peaceful; we loved surfing the web, fresh technology, business, and of course, vacations. And the Lycan Empire next door? All the werewolves scorned it. It was a closed off kingdom, a bunch of primitives living a hellish life of war. At least that was what I saw on TV. “I’m being serious!” the pilot called over the din. “The wind is too strong to keep going—hold on tight, it’s gonna be a bumpy landing!” Nodding with my heart in my throat, I tightened my seatbelt and gripped the edge of the seat. The helicopter began to descend, deafening wind howling from all directions. The helicopter shuddered and banked, and I heard the pilot curse as he tried to right it again. No, no, no…. If I die now, I’m coming back to haunt that bastard Nathan! #Chapter 2: Intruder Raven The sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him. “Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—” “I can see that.” The tall form’s voice was gruff, deep. He crouched, and the first thing I saw was an all-too-familiar symbol tattooed on his chest. Three claw marks across a wolf’s eye. My gaze traveled up, and I saw that it wasn’t just one person, but several who were surrounding me; warriors, it seemed, judging from the spears clutched in their hands. “Take the intruder to the cells,” the man ordered, drawing my attention back. I could hardly speak, too enthralled by his face—a face I’d only ever seen once or twice on the news, but one that had seared itself into my mind. In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.” My eyes widened as three of those barbaric warriors advanced on me. Their hands were rough and callused as they hauled me to my feet, ignoring my pleas. “Quiet, outsider,” one of the warriors grunted, then jabbed me in the ribs with the butt of his spear. … The Lycan cells were exactly what I expected: cold, damp, musty, and not at all like the jails and prisons in the Werewolf world. It felt like stepping back in time. Torchlight flickered from braziers lining the cobblestone walls, bars made of iron, nothing but a straw-filled mattress and a bucket on the floor. I could already imagine what it would be like to die in here, although I tried to push the thought away. I wouldn’t die here. I was famous back home—people would come looking for me. Once they realized that my helicopter went down so close to the Lycan lands, they’d know what had happened. After all, Lycans were known for their warmongering society and their hatred for us Werewolves. And everyone knew what they did to outsiders who wandered into their territory. “Sit,” Neil commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I considered refusing his command—but I knew it would only make matters worse for me, so I obeyed and sat in the rickety wooden chair. Neil was silent as I took my seat, and if he noticed me shivering from my wet clothes, he didn’t mention it. “State your true purpose for coming here, and maybe I’ll let you live,” he said plainly. His accent was thick and rolling, like velvet dragging across sand. It would have been an attractive sound, had he not been keeping me prisoner. “I already told you,” I said, making no attempt to hide my exasperation. “I was going on vacation in the tropics. My helicopter got caught in a storm, we got thrown off course, and then crashed in the ocean. I must have washed up on your shore.” I shuddered at what might have happened to the pilot. I wanted to think that he survived, but… Maybe that was a bit too hopeful. Neil stared at me for a moment, considering. His blue eyes, narrowed beneath thick black eyebrows, seemed even more intense in the light of the torches. His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me. When they flicked down to my chest and lingered there for a beat too long, it was only then that I realized my shirt was almost entirely see-through from the water. My face heated, and I quickly covered myself with my arms. “We don’t have your ‘internet’ here,” he finally said, rising from his chair. If he looked enormous on the beach, then he looked even bigger now—almost as if he hardly even fit in this small interrogation room. “I cannot ‘look you up’. So how should I believe what you say?” I flushed again, recalling the things I’d heard about the Lycans—that they were off the grid, no internet or electricity and no apparent desire for any of those things. Apparently, they hated us for having those things; saw us as frivolous and shallow for them. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “But it’s the truth. I am who I say I am.” “You may fabricate your identity all you want,” he continued, taking slow strides as he rounded the table, “but I know you are a spy.” “Then you must be just as paranoid and out of your mind as they say,” I retorted, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “But I have no interest in indulging your paranoia. Do I even look like a spy?” As I spoke, I gestured down to myself again. Neil paused once he reached my side of the table, his gaze roaming over me once more. His eyes lingered on my jeans, my dainty white Lululemon crop top, the delicate little gold necklace that had somehow stayed on during the crash, the platinum blonde hair that was usually flowing in soft waves down my back but was now matted and dripping with saltwater, the mascara running down my cheeks. I even let myself shiver a little harder just to drive the point home. “I’m a peace lover,” I said, standing to meet his gaze. “I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath. A low growl rumbled in the prince’s throat at that. He forcefully turned my head to make me look at him, eyes flashing. I willed my fangs to release, but they only dropped a little—my wolf was too weak after the crash. But she wasn’t too weak to sense what he was to me. And if the sudden look of shock in those blue eyes was any indication, then he felt it, too. This brute was my fated mate. #Chapter 3: Fragile Neil & Raven Neil My senses had to have been deceiving me. This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul? I almost laughed out loud at the notion. “It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?” I released the girl’s face and turned away. “You must be confused by her scent. Her kind wears that strange perfume that clouds the senses; there is no way she can be my fated mate.” My wolf huffed. “Whatever perfume she may have worn was washed off in the ocean. Do not question me. You know I have never been wrong in my judgment.” Frowning, I folded my arms across my chest and glanced over at the girl. She was so unlike the women from my country—the strong, sexy, curvy Lycan women that I preferred to indulge in. This girl… She was pale. Skinny. Not an ounce of muscle on her frame. She had wide enough hips, good for birthing I supposed, but her low body fat made her breasts small. And she must have done something to her hair, too, because that color could not have been natural for someone of her complexion. And I didn’t even want to think about her attire. How does one even move in pants so tight? Everything about the way she dressed seemed purely decorative, from the ridiculous little shirt to the skinny pants and the long, pink fingernails. “No,” I said out loud. “You cannot be my mate.” The girl scoffed and folded her own arms across her chest, mirroring my stance. “The feeling is mutual.” “Good.” I walked over to the door and knocked, indicating to my subordinate that this interrogation was over. “Then I believe we are done here.” The door swung open, and my broad-shouldered guard—Castor—strode in. “Take her back to her cell,” I growled, jerking my chin toward the girl. The girl’s arms fell back to her sides, her face going even more pale than before—if that was even possible. “But I told you I’m not a spy!” she protested. “I just want to go home!” I ignored her cries as Castor threw her thrashing body over his shoulder and carried her away. Once they were gone, I shook my head and headed down the hall, where a skinny young male with a shock of red hair waited for me. Eric—one of my oldest friends and another member of my retinue. “Any sign of Serena yet?” I asked as we pushed through the door and out into the bright afternoon sun. The courtyard was bustling with people this time of day, vendors peddling various wares and children running about beneath the shade of thick trees. A ball came rolling my way, and I gave it an idle kick back to a group of kids as Eric and I made our way past. “Not yet,” Eric said, running a hand through his red hair. “I suspect it has something to do with the conflict near her pack.” I pursed my lips. She should have been here by now—conflict be damned. “This is important,” I growled. Eric sighed. “I know. We’re doing our best to keep an eye out for her.” “Well, try harder.” My subordinate’s face flushed somewhat at that. Truthfully, I wasn’t mad at him—but Serena, my fianceé, needed to be here. And fast; because without a proper female companion by my side at my father’s sixtieth birthday celebration, I would not be eligible for my inheritance. “We’ll find her,” Eric said, offering me a tiny, tentative smile. “Before the feast.” I merely grunted in response. … Raven I sighed as I stared down at the plate of untouched food in front of me—an apple, a heel of bread, and a few slices of hard cheese. It looked edible, albeit not the usual thing I’d eat back home, but I still refused to eat it. I’d been sitting in this cell for hours now. A guard had come to bring me this meal, but that was it. Mate… I didn’t want to believe that that… brute could be my fated mate. The ‘Prince of the Lycans’, or so they said. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that a Lycan might be my mate. They were so far removed from our world, so cut off from us despite sharing our ancestry, that I’d never even considered it to be possible. My wolf had gone back to sleep after recognizing him, unfortunately, so I couldn’t question whether she was mistaken or not. But he seemed to have recognized me as his mate as well, so it might not have been a mistake after all, no matter how badly I wanted it to be. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was sitting there before I heard footsteps again. Great, I thought as I saw that hulking guard step into view again. Another interrogation. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up as the guard opened my cell door. “I’m coming. No need to toss me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes this time.” We followed the same path back up to that room, just as before. Only this time, the guard glanced at me over his shoulder. “You didn’t eat.” I curled my lip at him. “Why would I eat your food? Maybe it’s poisoned.” He didn’t reply to that, just huffed and turned back around. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head and continued following him up the steps. Once again, I was taken to that same interrogation room from before. I walked in without needing to be shoved this time. “Like I said before, I’m not a sp—” My words cut off as I saw what was waiting for me. Neil was there, of course, in that fur cloak again, black hair cascading down his shoulders and almost blending in with the black fur on the cloak’s collar. But it wasn’t him who I was looking at. It was the extra cloak that was folded up on the table. “This is for me?” I found myself asking. Neil merely shrugged. “You seemed cold last time. Maybe a bit of warmth will make you finally tell me the truth.” Ah. There it is. I folded my arms across my chest and stuck my chin out. “I already told you the truth.” “Is that so?” The Lycan prince cocked his head, causing his silky dark hair to slither across his shoulder. “And you expect me to simply believe you? How do I know that this so-called ‘mate bond’ of ours wasn’t concocted by your country to try and manipulate me?” Throwing my hands up in the air, I said, “Are you kidding me? As if I’d ever want to fake a mate bond with someone like you.” Neil pulled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out. “Funny. One would expect a delicate little petal such as yourself to be glad to have a mate who’s a prince of the Lycans. Did your employer tell you to pretend like you don’t want me? Figured it would strike a nerve and make me open up to you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “First of all, there is no ‘employer’. And second, I’m not pretending.” I took a step closer, speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “I. Don’t. Want. You.” “Ha. We have a comedian in our midst,” Neil retorted, stepping toward me as well. “I see the way your breasts heave when you look at me. Even now, your pupils are dilated. I can practically smell the lust on you.” “Wishful thinking,” I growled in response, closing the distance further. By now, we were mere inches apart, just as we had been when our wolves had recognized one another. I willed my fangs to drop again, but it was still no use—my wolf was too weak, too exhausted from the whole ordeal to even pick up Neil’s scent. “If only I’d drowned in the ocean today,” I murmured, my words laced with venom. “Then I never would have had to find out that my fated mate is a barbarian.” The prince’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, he was on me—caging me against the stone wall, palm pressed into the rocks above my head, nostrils flaring. 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2,194,754	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194753}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥Free reading all chapters👉	#Chapter 1: Crash Landing Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her Instagram… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself… I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did. “If she was struggling with money, she could have just told you,” my inner wolf growled under my breath as I stormed up the front steps to my house. “She didn’t have to steal from us.” The house that we shared was a lavish two-story overlooking the ocean, complete with marble floors, tall columns, and sprawling gardens surrounding a crystal-clear saltwater pool out back. I’d paid for it all myself, of course, but Dani lived with me. As my full-time assistant, I needed her nearby to give me a hand, and besides… It was nice living with my friend. But right now I wished I’d never given her a key to my home. There has to be some sort of explanation for this, I thought as I ascended the steps to the second floor. Dani wouldn’t intentionally steal from me and pretend that my things were her own. Then again… I’d been looking for my missing things for almost two weeks now. And what was even more messed up was that she’d helped me look for them while she apparently had them in her possession the entire time. “Dani?” I called out as I climbed the curving marble stairway. “Dani, we need to talk.” There was no answer; but it was a big house, after all. I made my way down the hallway, popping my head into Dani’s room, but she wasn’t there. Frowning, I kept moving down the hallway—and froze when I heard voices coming from inside my bedroom. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear two voices. Nathan’s—my boyfriend’s—voice mixed with Dani’s. Nathan and I were the ‘golden couple’ of the year, the type of celebrity couple whose mere presence in an interview or an ad campaign was enough to make sales skyrocket. My shoulders slumped a little with relief. Good; maybe Nathan saw the posts before I did and was talking to her about it. “There you are,” I said as I swung the door open. “Dani, we need to—” My hand dropped to my side as I saw the scene before me. Dani hadn’t just stolen my material possessions. She had stolen… my home. My bed. My man. “Dani… Nathan…” Their names came out small, choked, like a shard of glass was lodged in my throat. I could hardly speak, could only stand there while they… While they lay tangled up together beneath my sheets. “Oh. Raven.” Nathan sat up, running a hand through his sandy hair. Dani, blushing, quickly gathered the sheets to her bare chest. My eyes were fixed on her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What is this?” I finally croaked out. Languidly, as if he were nothing more than a cat waking up from a nap, Nathan stood—fully nude—and strode across the room to pluck his boxers out of a pile of pantyhose and high heels. My high heels. “What does it look like?” he asked. “Why?” was all I managed. I turned to Dani and repeated, “Why?” but she still would not meet my gaze. Coward. Nathan simply shrugged. “What, is this a big deal to you or something?” “A big deal?” I let my fangs drop as I turned to face him, my claws extending somewhat. I could feel my eyes glow too, a telltale sign of a Werewolf’s fury. “We’re together, Nathan. And you’re fucking my assistant?” To my horror, he seemed totally unfazed by my anger. “I don’t know about you, Raven, but I was only ever in this for the business side of things. I thought we were on the same page about that.” He tugged his jeans on as if he were simply getting ready for work—something I’d watched him do a hundred times now. The business side of things. I knew what he was referring to. Our relationship did boost our brand sales. But I still loved him, and while we hadn’t completely marked each other yet, I was sure it was only because we were addicted to our careers and not just to our mateship. “But I thought—” “Oh, Raven…” Nathan turned to me with an unsympathetic look in those brown eyes that I thought I loved. “Come on, honey. You’ve always been naive, but this? You know how this business works. Everything is transactional.” I thought I might be sick. Turning to Dani, I ground out, “And you—Dani, you’re my best friend…” “I let you live in my home,” I growled. “I bought you things, took you out for expensive dinners… We were supposed to leave for vacation together tomorrow morning!” Dani finally looked at me. There was no remorse in her eyes. None. I was heartbroken. After that, I’d kicked both of them out on the curb before they’d even had a chance to explain themselves further. Nathan actually had the gall to mention something about dividing up my successful perfume company in the event of the breakup, which of course I refused. It was my company—a company that I’d worked damn hard for. He could claim that his face in my advertisements was what made it famous all he wanted, but it just wasn’t true. And besides, I wouldn’t let those two bastards take one more thing from me. … “Are you sure you want to fly today, Raven? The forecast calls for a storm.” I hefted my final bag into the helicopter and turned to face the pilot, placing both hands on my hips. “A little rain won’t stop me from going on vacation,” I said as I flipped a lock of white-blonde hair over my shoulder. After what happened to me yesterday, after my boyfriend and my best friend hooked up in my bed, I couldn’t stay home right now. I just needed to recharge for a few weeks and then I’d be back to normal, that was all. We flew in silence for some time, watching as the afternoon sky grew darker and darker. Gray storm clouds roiled in the sky off to the east, but I hardly paid them any mind, too exhausted to even keep my eyes open. “Raven. Raven! That’s strange! Our course is tilting toward the Lycan kingdom.” I snapped my eyes open from my half-asleep state to find the wind howling ominously around us, those gray storm clouds practically engulfing us. Still, I’d flown a million times before in all kinds of conditions; I wasn’t worried. “The Lycan kingdom? Is that where you want me to go on vacation? They never let any tourists in. I could be the first,” I joked. I was proud to be a werewolf. Our country was free, open and peaceful; we loved surfing the web, fresh technology, business, and of course, vacations. And the Lycan Empire next door? All the werewolves scorned it. It was a closed off kingdom, a bunch of primitives living a hellish life of war. At least that was what I saw on TV. “I’m being serious!” the pilot called over the din. “The wind is too strong to keep going—hold on tight, it’s gonna be a bumpy landing!” Nodding with my heart in my throat, I tightened my seatbelt and gripped the edge of the seat. The helicopter began to descend, deafening wind howling from all directions. The helicopter shuddered and banked, and I heard the pilot curse as he tried to right it again. No, no, no…. If I die now, I’m coming back to haunt that bastard Nathan! #Chapter 2: Intruder Raven The sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him. “Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—” “I can see that.” The tall form’s voice was gruff, deep. He crouched, and the first thing I saw was an all-too-familiar symbol tattooed on his chest. Three claw marks across a wolf’s eye. My gaze traveled up, and I saw that it wasn’t just one person, but several who were surrounding me; warriors, it seemed, judging from the spears clutched in their hands. “Take the intruder to the cells,” the man ordered, drawing my attention back. I could hardly speak, too enthralled by his face—a face I’d only ever seen once or twice on the news, but one that had seared itself into my mind. In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.” My eyes widened as three of those barbaric warriors advanced on me. Their hands were rough and callused as they hauled me to my feet, ignoring my pleas. “Quiet, outsider,” one of the warriors grunted, then jabbed me in the ribs with the butt of his spear. … The Lycan cells were exactly what I expected: cold, damp, musty, and not at all like the jails and prisons in the Werewolf world. It felt like stepping back in time. Torchlight flickered from braziers lining the cobblestone walls, bars made of iron, nothing but a straw-filled mattress and a bucket on the floor. I could already imagine what it would be like to die in here, although I tried to push the thought away. I wouldn’t die here. I was famous back home—people would come looking for me. Once they realized that my helicopter went down so close to the Lycan lands, they’d know what had happened. After all, Lycans were known for their warmongering society and their hatred for us Werewolves. And everyone knew what they did to outsiders who wandered into their territory. “Sit,” Neil commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I considered refusing his command—but I knew it would only make matters worse for me, so I obeyed and sat in the rickety wooden chair. Neil was silent as I took my seat, and if he noticed me shivering from my wet clothes, he didn’t mention it. “State your true purpose for coming here, and maybe I’ll let you live,” he said plainly. His accent was thick and rolling, like velvet dragging across sand. It would have been an attractive sound, had he not been keeping me prisoner. “I already told you,” I said, making no attempt to hide my exasperation. “I was going on vacation in the tropics. My helicopter got caught in a storm, we got thrown off course, and then crashed in the ocean. I must have washed up on your shore.” I shuddered at what might have happened to the pilot. I wanted to think that he survived, but… Maybe that was a bit too hopeful. Neil stared at me for a moment, considering. His blue eyes, narrowed beneath thick black eyebrows, seemed even more intense in the light of the torches. His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me. When they flicked down to my chest and lingered there for a beat too long, it was only then that I realized my shirt was almost entirely see-through from the water. My face heated, and I quickly covered myself with my arms. “We don’t have your ‘internet’ here,” he finally said, rising from his chair. If he looked enormous on the beach, then he looked even bigger now—almost as if he hardly even fit in this small interrogation room. “I cannot ‘look you up’. So how should I believe what you say?” I flushed again, recalling the things I’d heard about the Lycans—that they were off the grid, no internet or electricity and no apparent desire for any of those things. Apparently, they hated us for having those things; saw us as frivolous and shallow for them. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “But it’s the truth. I am who I say I am.” “You may fabricate your identity all you want,” he continued, taking slow strides as he rounded the table, “but I know you are a spy.” “Then you must be just as paranoid and out of your mind as they say,” I retorted, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “But I have no interest in indulging your paranoia. Do I even look like a spy?” As I spoke, I gestured down to myself again. Neil paused once he reached my side of the table, his gaze roaming over me once more. His eyes lingered on my jeans, my dainty white Lululemon crop top, the delicate little gold necklace that had somehow stayed on during the crash, the platinum blonde hair that was usually flowing in soft waves down my back but was now matted and dripping with saltwater, the mascara running down my cheeks. I even let myself shiver a little harder just to drive the point home. “I’m a peace lover,” I said, standing to meet his gaze. “I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath. A low growl rumbled in the prince’s throat at that. He forcefully turned my head to make me look at him, eyes flashing. I willed my fangs to release, but they only dropped a little—my wolf was too weak after the crash. But she wasn’t too weak to sense what he was to me. And if the sudden look of shock in those blue eyes was any indication, then he felt it, too. This brute was my fated mate. #Chapter 3: Fragile Neil & Raven Neil My senses had to have been deceiving me. This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul? I almost laughed out loud at the notion. “It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?” I released the girl’s face and turned away. “You must be confused by her scent. Her kind wears that strange perfume that clouds the senses; there is no way she can be my fated mate.” My wolf huffed. “Whatever perfume she may have worn was washed off in the ocean. Do not question me. You know I have never been wrong in my judgment.” Frowning, I folded my arms across my chest and glanced over at the girl. She was so unlike the women from my country—the strong, sexy, curvy Lycan women that I preferred to indulge in. This girl… She was pale. Skinny. Not an ounce of muscle on her frame. She had wide enough hips, good for birthing I supposed, but her low body fat made her breasts small. And she must have done something to her hair, too, because that color could not have been natural for someone of her complexion. And I didn’t even want to think about her attire. How does one even move in pants so tight? Everything about the way she dressed seemed purely decorative, from the ridiculous little shirt to the skinny pants and the long, pink fingernails. “No,” I said out loud. “You cannot be my mate.” The girl scoffed and folded her own arms across her chest, mirroring my stance. “The feeling is mutual.” “Good.” I walked over to the door and knocked, indicating to my subordinate that this interrogation was over. “Then I believe we are done here.” The door swung open, and my broad-shouldered guard—Castor—strode in. “Take her back to her cell,” I growled, jerking my chin toward the girl. The girl’s arms fell back to her sides, her face going even more pale than before—if that was even possible. “But I told you I’m not a spy!” she protested. “I just want to go home!” I ignored her cries as Castor threw her thrashing body over his shoulder and carried her away. Once they were gone, I shook my head and headed down the hall, where a skinny young male with a shock of red hair waited for me. Eric—one of my oldest friends and another member of my retinue. “Any sign of Serena yet?” I asked as we pushed through the door and out into the bright afternoon sun. The courtyard was bustling with people this time of day, vendors peddling various wares and children running about beneath the shade of thick trees. A ball came rolling my way, and I gave it an idle kick back to a group of kids as Eric and I made our way past. “Not yet,” Eric said, running a hand through his red hair. “I suspect it has something to do with the conflict near her pack.” I pursed my lips. She should have been here by now—conflict be damned. “This is important,” I growled. Eric sighed. “I know. We’re doing our best to keep an eye out for her.” “Well, try harder.” My subordinate’s face flushed somewhat at that. Truthfully, I wasn’t mad at him—but Serena, my fianceé, needed to be here. And fast; because without a proper female companion by my side at my father’s sixtieth birthday celebration, I would not be eligible for my inheritance. “We’ll find her,” Eric said, offering me a tiny, tentative smile. “Before the feast.” I merely grunted in response. … Raven I sighed as I stared down at the plate of untouched food in front of me—an apple, a heel of bread, and a few slices of hard cheese. It looked edible, albeit not the usual thing I’d eat back home, but I still refused to eat it. I’d been sitting in this cell for hours now. A guard had come to bring me this meal, but that was it. Mate… I didn’t want to believe that that… brute could be my fated mate. The ‘Prince of the Lycans’, or so they said. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that a Lycan might be my mate. They were so far removed from our world, so cut off from us despite sharing our ancestry, that I’d never even considered it to be possible. My wolf had gone back to sleep after recognizing him, unfortunately, so I couldn’t question whether she was mistaken or not. But he seemed to have recognized me as his mate as well, so it might not have been a mistake after all, no matter how badly I wanted it to be. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was sitting there before I heard footsteps again. Great, I thought as I saw that hulking guard step into view again. Another interrogation. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up as the guard opened my cell door. “I’m coming. No need to toss me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes this time.” We followed the same path back up to that room, just as before. Only this time, the guard glanced at me over his shoulder. “You didn’t eat.” I curled my lip at him. “Why would I eat your food? Maybe it’s poisoned.” He didn’t reply to that, just huffed and turned back around. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head and continued following him up the steps. Once again, I was taken to that same interrogation room from before. I walked in without needing to be shoved this time. “Like I said before, I’m not a sp—” My words cut off as I saw what was waiting for me. Neil was there, of course, in that fur cloak again, black hair cascading down his shoulders and almost blending in with the black fur on the cloak’s collar. But it wasn’t him who I was looking at. It was the extra cloak that was folded up on the table. “This is for me?” I found myself asking. Neil merely shrugged. “You seemed cold last time. Maybe a bit of warmth will make you finally tell me the truth.” Ah. There it is. I folded my arms across my chest and stuck my chin out. “I already told you the truth.” “Is that so?” The Lycan prince cocked his head, causing his silky dark hair to slither across his shoulder. “And you expect me to simply believe you? How do I know that this so-called ‘mate bond’ of ours wasn’t concocted by your country to try and manipulate me?” Throwing my hands up in the air, I said, “Are you kidding me? As if I’d ever want to fake a mate bond with someone like you.” Neil pulled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out. “Funny. One would expect a delicate little petal such as yourself to be glad to have a mate who’s a prince of the Lycans. Did your employer tell you to pretend like you don’t want me? Figured it would strike a nerve and make me open up to you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “First of all, there is no ‘employer’. And second, I’m not pretending.” I took a step closer, speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “I. Don’t. Want. You.” “Ha. We have a comedian in our midst,” Neil retorted, stepping toward me as well. “I see the way your breasts heave when you look at me. Even now, your pupils are dilated. I can practically smell the lust on you.” “Wishful thinking,” I growled in response, closing the distance further. By now, we were mere inches apart, just as we had been when our wolves had recognized one another. I willed my fangs to drop again, but it was still no use—my wolf was too weak, too exhausted from the whole ordeal to even pick up Neil’s scent. “If only I’d drowned in the ocean today,” I murmured, my words laced with venom. “Then I never would have had to find out that my fated mate is a barbarian.” The prince’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, he was on me—caging me against the stone wall, palm pressed into the rocks above my head, nostrils flaring. 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2,194,778	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194799}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Continue reading	Let Me Go, Alpha Chapter 1 The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. Despite everything, I still wanted to be with him, hoping time would change everything. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied, Theia. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. Don't expect that I'll return your affection," he spat in disdain. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Theia... I’m so, so sorry. Let's start over again, okay?” —— I ran, my heart pounding in my heart like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. The scent of blood thickened in the air as I neared the pack’s border, and a sickening dread crawled up my spine. "Eris!" I screamed her name, praying—begging—that I was wrong. But then I saw her. My legs nearly gave out as I reached the clearing. There, lying crumpled among the blood-soaked grass, was my daughter’s mangled body. her frame twisted at unnatural angles and blood... so much blood. It pooled around her, seeping into the earth as if the very ground was weeping for her. "Eris!" I choked out again, falling to my knees beside her. Her tiny hand was still wrapped around a cluster of medicinal herbs, clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "No... no..." My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. I rocked her back and forth, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on her clothes. "I'm so sorry. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to protect you." Eris had been everything. My world. My hope. And now... now she was nothing more than a cold body in my arms. I called Dinlas over and over, desperate and hysterical, but I couldn't get through to him. When he finally answered, I barely had time to speak before he barked, “Where’s Erin? I told her to get the herb. Why isn’t she back yet? Victoria’s waiting!” "You-" I hadn't finished my words when I heard Victoria's coquettish voice sounded. "It hurts Dinlas..." "Tell your daughter to hurry up, or else she won't like what I'll do to her!" After saying that, Dinlas cut off the line and even blocked our mind link. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The same old story. The same disregard for our family. The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. This year, they had insisted on bringing Eris along. Victoria had said she wanted to “get close” to our daughter, to “bond” with her, as if the years of resentment and neglect could be undone with a few pleasantries. I should have known better. I should have refused. But I hadn’t. And now my daughter was gone. I wanted to bury her remains, but Eris' body was Incomplete, and I could only choose to cremate her. Days passed in a blur. I kept myself busy, or at least tried to, but no amount of distraction could lift the weight pressing down on me. Every corner of the house felt colder and darker without my daughter. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything could have been different. Maybe if I had fought harder, maybe if I had— The door burst open with a loud crash, shattering my thoughts. I blinked and looked up, startled, just in time to see Dinlas storming in. His eyes were dark with fury. “Where's the medicine?” Dinlas roared, his voice vibrating through the walls. I stood frozen for a moment, his rage slamming into me like a tidal wave. “What?” “Eris!” he bellowed, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “Where is she? I told her to get the herb, but she didn’t come back to the party. Did you hide her? Tell her to apologize to Victoria right now! Victoria’s been nothing but generous despite what Erin did! Look how you’ve spoiled her! Don't you know that Victoria was forced to stay in the clinic because of that?!” I forced myself to stand tall, even though everything inside me was crumbling. I didn't care whether Victoria died, or if something bad happened to her, I just wanted to end everything today. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “You have no right to discipline Erin. Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” His eyes flashed with anger, and he tore the papers with his claws. “Erin did something wrong, and you want to divorce me because I'm trying to discipline her? You've gone nuts!” “Discipline? What did Erin do wrong, Dinlas? What crime did she commit that you sent her out alone to get that freaking herb? Do you even know what happened to her?” But before I could finish, he snapped, “Enough! I told her to get the herb. So what? She's already grown up, and she had alpha blood—what could have happened? She’s always whining to you because you're spoiling her!” “She's just five years old! She couldn't shift yet, but you're treating her as if she's one of your warriors!” I took a deep breath and added, "I'm done with all of this nonsense. Just divorce me like you've always wanted to." I handed him another set of divorce papers and said coldly, “Erin won’t trouble you anymore. Just sign it.” My daughter was innocent, but her only mistake was being born into this family. Dinlas’s face darkened, his voice rising in fury. “Enough with your nonsense! I gave you what you wanted before and now you want a divorce? Do you think you’ll get custody? Dream on!” Without waiting for me to speak, he stormed out in a rage. Tsk. It seemed that he thought I was just simply throwing tantrums, and my anger would soon pass. But this time was different. I was exhausted and I just wanted to get far away from here. Chapter 2 I’d always known Dinlas wasn’t mine—not really. The Fates had never tied our souls together, no invisible string drawing us closer, no signs from the Moon Goddess to tell me he was my destined mate. But that never stopped me from loving him. Loving him from afar, silently, without expectations. Dinlas, the son of the Alpha, always seemed so far above me, like a star I could admire but never touch. The only reason I was ever close to him was because of my mother. She was Ourea’s protector—the Luna’s personal warrior. My mother had earned her place through years of service, loyalty, and strength, but even so, our family wasn’t the same as Dinlas’. Our worlds were close, but still apart, separated by an unspoken barrier of rank and destiny. Then one day, the rival wolves broke through the pack's border and attacked us without warning, savage and desperate. I wasn’t there, but I heard the stories—how my mother stood in front of Luna Ourea, shielding her from the rival' attack. She fought them off but at the cost of her life. By the time the others arrived, it was too late. My mother had saved the Luna, but she couldn’t save herself. I was called to her side, the scent of blood thick in the air, her life slipping away with every breath. I knelt beside her, holding her hand, trying to be strong for her, but I could feel her slipping. Her grip weakened, and her voice trembled as she spoke her final words—not to me, but to Ourea. “Please fulfill Theia’s wish,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry her to Dinlas. That’s all I ask.” Ourea nodded, her face stricken with grief and guilt. She agreed, and I could see the weight of my mother’s death pressing down on her, the burden of a promise she didn’t want to make. I knew it wasn’t out of love or kindness. It was because my mother had died for her. And so, I was promised to Dinlas. I should have felt joy, and on some level, I did. After all, I had dreamed of this moment my entire life. I had loved him quietly, patiently, and now, in a way, he was mine. But it wasn’t how I had imagined. My mother was gone, and there was no warmth in Dinlas’ eyes when he looked at me. Still, I tried to find comfort in the fact that I could finally be with the man I had always wanted, even if he didn’t love me back. However, on our wedding night, Dinlas made sure I knew the truth. We stood alone in our chamber, the ceremony long over, the pack celebrating outside. I waited, heart pounding, hoping for some sign of affection, some acknowledgment that I was his wife now. But when he spoke, his voice was cold, void of emotion. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. I'll respect my mother’s wishes, but don't expect that I'll return your affection." True to his word, Dinlas maintained the image of a devoted husband in front of others. Our marriage was a sham, but I still loved him, so I stayed quiet, playing the role of the dutiful wife, pretending that the ache in my chest wasn’t tearing me apart. He didn't celebrate Erin's birth and even said she shouldn't have been born as a daughter. I thought everything would change once I married him, but instead, I was the one trapped in a loveless marriage. The life I had gained by sacrifice now felt like a curse. After Erin died, I returned to the small, rundown home where I’d lived with my mother. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to move forward if I stayed there, so I packed my things, held the urn, and was about to leave, but before I could step out, the door swung open. "I've looked for her everywhere but Eris is not here. Where did you hide her?" "Where is Erin? Bring her out now!" I clutched the urn tighter, my heart pounding as I met Dinlas' furious glare. "You have no right to even speak her name. Get out and take your mistress with you!" My defiance only stoked the fire in his eyes. His voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer. "Shut up. I guess I’ve been far too lenient with you. You've raised Erin to be as twisted as you!" The blood froze in my veins as his command swept through me. I bit my lip and defied him. "Erin is just five years old! What could you possibly blame her for?" Victoria stepped forward, her movements deliberate, pulling away her mask to reveal a face covered in angry red welts. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked at Dinlas. “I just wanted to get closer to her, but it seems she Eris doesn't like me. Don't blame her, Dinlas; she probably didn't know what she gave me was wolfsbane.” Dinlas exploded. "Stop defending her! Eris scarred your face because Theia has poisoned her mind!" I stared at him, incredulous. "Dinlas, she’s your daughter! How could you accuse her without evidence?!" Glaring at me, Dinlas thundered, "I saw it with my own eyes when Eris hurled the wolfsbane on Victoria's face! Do you think I'm blind? Get her here and I'll teach her a lesson!" "She won't be coming because she's dead..." I retorted with difficulty. Chapter 3 "Theia, you don't have to lie just to hide Eris. We just wanted to understand why she tried to kill me. You know that wolfsbane is dangerous for us, but you still let her do that," Victoria said softly, but her words grated at my ears. “How dare you!” My whole body shook with the force of my fury as I glared at Victoria, her venomous accusations still ringing in my ears. She stood there, smug, her eyes gleaming with malice as if she had every right to speak about Eris like that. “I won’t let you smear her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “Eris didn’t try to kill you! She wouldn’t—she’s dead because of you!” Without thinking, I lunged at her, my claws unsheathing as my anger took over. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to tear her apart, to see her face as twisted and broken as mine felt inside. If it weren’t for Victoria, Eris would still be alive. Victoria didn’t even flinch as I came at her, but before I could reach her, Dinlas moved between us, his aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice heavy with authority. My body froze instantly, the weight of his Alpha aura crushing me. It was as if I were being suffocated, my limbs locked in place, my muscles straining against the invisible chains holding me down. I fought it—gods, I fought so hard—but the more I struggled, the more the pain grew. It felt like my bones were being ground into dust, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. I could barely breathe, let alone fight. "You're prepared, aren't you? You even made this fake urn to fool me," Dinlas spat. Only then did I realize I was still holding the glass jar—the urn that held what little remained of Eris. Before I could react, Dinlas reached out and snatched the jar from me. “Give me that.” “No!” I cried, panic flooding my chest. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. The urn slipped from my grasp as he yanked it from my hand, and I watched in horror as he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, glass shards raining down in a cascade of destruction. Eris’ ashes were scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. “No!” I screamed, “How could you—how could you?” "Still lying? Since you like ruining faces, I'll ruin yours!" Before I could process the heartbreak, Dinlas grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me to the ground. My face hit the cold stone floor, and I felt the sharp sting as the glass shards from the shattered urn pierced my skin. Pain radiated through my body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish I felt watching the remains of my daughter being desecrated right in front of me. Dinlas pressed his hand into the back of my head, forcing my face further into the shards. The metallic scent of blood mixing with the scent of ash. “Where are you hiding her?” Dinlas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Where is Eris?” I choked on a sob, my entire body trembling with pain and rage. “She’s dead, Dinlas!” I screamed through gritted teeth, my voice muffled by the floor. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the room, silencing me with its force. His grip tightened on my neck, and I could feel his anger like a storm crashing down on me. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “Where. Is. She?” He thought I was hiding Eris? He thought I was lying to him, protecting her? The absurdity of it burned in my heart, mixing with the grief and the rage until I could hardly think straight. "You want a divorce? Fine then, but you’ll never see Eris again." Upon saying that, he stood up and called his beta through the pack link. "Prepare the divorce paper, and look for Eris. Leave no stone unturned." He listened for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly as the voice on the other end hesitated. "Alpha Dinlas... Eris... Eris is dead. The night you sent her to Northhill Mountain, she was attacked by a group of rival, so we had no choice but to cremate her. Today was supposed to be her burial..." As soon as his words fell, Dinlas froze, seemingly unwilling to believe his trusted aid.	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2,194,793	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195870}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔞🔞Click to read the full novel👉👉	"Ahhhhhhhh…" My body jolted, and something poured out of my, streaming down my legs and soaking the bed. I felt my forehead and beads of sweat got stuck to my hand. Mated to my stepfather, I could only imagine how amazing it would be for him to touch me, to caress me and kiss every inch of my skin. My breathing slowed down, but my body jerked at irregular intervals as I still savoured the feeling of my 0rg@sm. "Would you do this for me again?" I froze at the familiar voice, and when I raised my head and looked at the door. My body stiffened. My stepfather, Alpha André stood at my door. His hands were folded across his chest, and he had a smirk on his face. What the hell? *** Chapter 1 Olivia's POV I sat in my living room, rocking back and forth on my father's old chair. I could still smell his scent on the old leather, bringing tears to my eyes. In my arms, I cradled the porcelain jar that held my dad’s ashes. It still felt like a dream. I pinched myself multiple times to wake myself up from this nightmare, but I only ended up with bruises on my arms each time my fingernails sank into my skin, drawing blood. This was no dream. Dad was dead. It was almost unbelievable, but it was true. I glanced over at the table, and on it was the letter the Luna of my pack had delivered to me during Dad's funeral. I picked it up and read through it for the tenth time. Regardless of how many times I read it, I still couldn't believe she was coming here after everything that she did, after all this time. That was impossible. Yet, my suitcase was packed beside me because Luna Mia had also been quite clear on her stance. Since Dad was gone, I had to leave. I was leaving my pack, the only home I had known all my life, to stay with… Knock! Knock! Knock! I was jerked from my brooding. I carefully placed the jar on the table and walked to the door. The impatient knocking came again, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of expensive, intrusive perfume, which almost blurred Dad's scent, that was still lingering in the room. I walked to the door, flung it open, and saw her. My mother. She was nothing like I remembered from her lips, which were a bright red, and the flashy large hoop earrings that were dangling on both ears. She cleared her throat, interrupting my assessment, "God! You look like a mess, Olivia.” Her eyes swept over me in one fair swoop of disgust. "You should brush your hair. It looks like a bird's nest." Her voice was high and full of mockery. This was exactly like I remembered. Only that, Dad used to be at the receiving end of that mockery. Now, it was me. "What are you doing here, Nicole?” She gasped and looked at me angrily, and I took joy in seeing the displeasure on her face as her lips turned down angrily at the sides. "Where are your manners, young lady? Need I remind you that I am still your mother.” I scoffed. A person like her could call herself a mother? Without waiting for my reply, Nicole pushed past me and entered the house. I closed the door and watched her in anger as she looked around. "Still looks the same. Your father never changed those filthy sofas after all." She turned to me again. "You got my letter, didn't you?" I folded my arms and stared angrily at her. "Yeah, I did. Tell me this is some joke." My mother laughed sarcastically and suddenly glared at me angrily, “Look, Liv..." "Don't call me Liv.” That was something that only my loved ones could call me. She was not on that list. Although there was no list anymore as there had been only one person—Dad. And he was not even here anymore. Another wave of heartache hit me while Nicole rolled her eyes and ignored my comment. "Look, I don't have much time. Get your stuff and get into the car, and if I feel like it, I can explain things to you." She gave the house one last disgusted look over and walked out. I sighed angrily and sat in my dad's chair. What was all this? Why did she have to come? When I had gotten the letter from the pack’s Luna, a part of me had desperately hoped that it was some prank and that she wouldn’t make it. After all, I had spent thirteen years waiting for her to walk through these same doors. Yet, she had ended up coming. I heard a low rumbling sound, and I looked out of the window; I saw a black BMW. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. That was my mother's ride? Where on earth did she... The car outside honked its horn, and I knew my time here was up. Still holding the jar with my dad's ashes, I dragged my suitcase out of the door. My mum finally stopped honking as I walked up to the car with my suitcase. "I don't even know why you even bother carrying those ashes. Your hands are all dirty. Could you not get them on my seats? They're Italian leather." I scoffed angrily. How dare she? "You're unbelievable! How could you say that about Dad?!" She rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed stare. "Do you even know how much Italian leather costs?" I was dumbfounded, but she couldn't care less. "For the record," I said in a grim tone. "I am only tagging along because Dad would have wanted me to. I'd rather be dead with him than go anywhere with you." “That would have been better, Liv,” she mumbled and turned away. If I had expected that anything would be different after thirteen years and a new ride, I was awfully wrong, and Nicole was in a hurry to let me know. “Driver, step on it. I have things to do." The driver started the car, and then we sped away, leaving my old life, house and everything I have ever known behind. "How long is this ride?" I asked, turning back to the window. It felt like we had been driving for hours. The scenery was lovely. There were lots of flowers and beautiful trees, and the grass was lush green. Soon, we pulled up in front of a large mansion, and its grandeur took my breath away. "I forgot to mention that your stepfather is the Alpha of this pack. He owns this place," my mom said, brimming with pride, and I resisted an eye roll. Before I could say anything else, the driver opened the door, and she stepped out. However, I remained in the car, boiling with anger as my shock vanished into thin air. This explained everything. She was such a gold-digger! She had abandoned Dad and me all these years to marry some old, rich Alpha. My stomach churned in disgust at my mother. Suddenly, the door opened, and the driver stood beside it. "Miss Olivia, do you need help with your bags?" "No," I said, coarsely. "I can sort myself out." I got out of the car, hoisted my suitcase out, and kept my dad's ash jar firmly tucked under my arm. I walked to the front door and saw my mother waiting for me. "I see you finally got out. I was starting to think that the magnificence of this place had rendered your little legs paralysed." Her voice was haughty and arrogant, and I felt my cheeks burn hot with fury. We walked inside and were face to face with a giant golden staircase. I was taken aback. This house was huge! Maids walked by my mother and me, greeting her as ‘Luna', and each time I heard it, I felt my insides boil hotter, and sadness washed over me. I couldn't believe she had been here all this time, basking in all this wealth while we struggled daily to get by. The sound of hurried steps echoed, and Mom turned to me and whispered harshly. "Get out of here. The maids will show you to your room." I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms defiantly. "No." "I'm warning you, Olivia. And keep your voice down." I scoffed. "Last I checked, this house belongs to your boo thing, not you. I need him to say it if he doesn't want me here. And I hope he says it so I can get out of here." Every nerve in my body tingled with electricity as the steps got closer. What was happening to me? With my heart thumping against my chest, I turned to look at the staircase. Every thought cleared from my head as I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat, and every step he took towards us made me feel like I could not breathe or look away from the perfection that he was. Built like some Greek god, the man walking down the staircase looked like he had walked out of some human magazine cover, and I felt myself melt under his dominance as soon as he was in front of me. His aura made my body shiver with pleasure, admiration and awe. “MATE”, my wolf growled. "Alpha André, good afternoon.” My mom spoke up, and it was only then that I noticed that every other head was bowed except mine. Wait, Alpha? My eyes widened as I did the maths. This was her new husband? He was the last thing from an old, rich Alpha, and I was struggling to pull my eyes away from him. How on earth did he end up with someone like Nicole? Ignoring Nicole, his eyes fell on me, "who is this?” Chapter 2 Olivia's POV “Who is this?” His deep, sonorous voice resonated throughout the room, and my body tingled to the sound. I felt his green eyes wash over me in one swoop, and I instantly felt giddy while butterflies began to flap in my stomach. Without trying to be discreet, I checked him out properly. His hair was dark, and his muscular torso strained against his tight shirt, outlining his abs and pecs. I felt myself drooling with desire. I couldn't explain what I felt, but a part of me was yearning for him. His face was dashingly handsome, and my eyes trailed down to his sharp and chiselled jaw. I gawked at his soft lips and began to imagine how it would feel to kiss them… Shocked at my thoughts, I shook my head to push those unholy thoughts away. But the moment my eyes met his one more time, I was stuck. There was no way that he was my stepdad. Alpha André raised his eyebrow; he looked pretty intrigued, and I felt the lump in my throat disappear. "My name is Olivia. I'm Nicole's d…" "Sister!" said my mom, cutting in nervously. "She is my sister from a distant pack." I stared at Nicole, stunned. She didn't want him to know that I was her daughter. "Screw you!" I yelled angrily at her, and she gave me a death stare. I ignored it and turned to André. I was almost caught off guard by his sparkling green eyes. "I'm Nicole's daughter. It seems she left that part out of her resumé when she applied to be your wife." From the corner of my eyes, I could see Mom getting red in the face, and her anger was burning hot, but I didn't care. I was determined to push her buttons. "Nicole didn't tell me about you. Either way, it is nice to meet you." I felt some confidence stir up in me. I just felt this connection, and it felt like I could say anything to him. "Are you sure having a wife you know nothing about is smart? She could kill you in your sleep, you know." I watched as his smooth lips curled into a smirk, making him more dashing. God, he was so sxy! How on earth did Mum bag him? I watched him as he turned his head to one of the maids who stood nearby, supposedly waiting for his next order. "You. Prepare a room for her on the third floor. Make sure it is comfortable." He turned back towards the stairs, and Mum and I followed him behind. "So tell me about yourself, Olivia. You have a beautiful name, I must say." I felt my cheeks get hot. I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter madly. "Well, there wouldn't be much to say if only Nicole had told you about me sooner. I'm done with high school and taking a break year before I start college and…" There was not much about me, and my introduction ended after a few sentences. However, I was trapped by his captivating green eyes. More than once, his arm brushed mine, and I felt heated passion fill me up, just waiting to burst out. When I looked him in the face, I caught his eyes looking at my lips before looking back at me. This was torturous. And he was my stepfather! We finally reached the third floor, and Mum rushed to him, pushing me aside rudely. “Alpha, I don’t think Olivia should stay on the first floor. She has night terrors at times and might wake you if she stays on the same floor as you." I was stunned. What was Mum getting at?! What night terrors? On the bright side, André ignored her and disappeared into a room on the third floor. Mom turned and stared at me angrily. “Do I need to remind you that you are here as a guest? You should know your place. I am still your mother whether you like it or not." I glared back at her with the same intensity, "Back off! I'm not the one who asked to be dragged here. That was all on you. You planned this with Dad.” I took a deep breath, my anger coursing through every vein, “Also, I think you are the one who should know their place. You. Are. Not. My. Mum." I watched as her face changed into different shades of white. She gave me one furious glare and then headed down to the second floor. After a while, one of the maids walked up to me. "Miss Olivia, please follow me to your room. It is ready for you,” she said with a small bow and led the way. I followed behind her and dragged my suitcase along with me. I still had my dad's ash jar firmly tucked under my arm, and I wondered if he was watching all of this. Soon, we stopped at a time just a few doors away from the room Alpha André had disappeared into. "Your room, Miss Olivia. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Please be ready. Here is the key. Do make yourself comfortable." The maid handed me the key and headed downstairs. I was left alone in the lobby. I took a deep breath and stared at the key in my hand. I was here; there was no turning back now. I slotted it into the keyhole and turned it, and with a click, it opened. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight I saw. My room was huge! There was enough space in here to throw a party. The walls were a beautiful pale pink, and a chandelier hung on the ceiling, elegantly flooding the room with light. The reading table was made out of smooth wood, and a laptop and detached keyboard were on it. I dropped my suitcase and walked over to the bed. The sheets were made of rich, smooth and soft silk, and the mattress was so comfy that it felt like I was sleeping on a cottony heap of clouds. “Okay. I could get used to this.” I got off the bed, took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my body. I needed to have a quick shower before dinner. I smelled all sweaty. After the shower, I changed into something nicer and did my hair. The shower gel was expensive and exotic, and I smelled like wild peaches. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Miss Olivia, are you ready for dinner? The Alpha has requested that you eat with him." I was about to say something, but my stomach rumbled, cutting me off. "I will be down in a few minutes." The maid nodded and walked away, and in a few minutes, I was out of my room, heading downstairs. "Miss Olivia, where are you going?" I turned around and saw the maid who had called me for dinner. "I'm sorry. I'm looking for the dining room." The maid shook her head and smiled politely. "I'm sorry. I must have missed something while I was giving you the message. Dinner will be in the Alpha's personal room on the third floor." I stared at the maid with wide-open eyes. "What..?!" Chapter 3 André’s POV I smelled her even before the door opened, and my hands clenched around the chair’s handle as Olivia entered my private quarters. Her body was tense, and she looked around curiously before her gaze settled on me. As though unnerved, she looked away immediately. How did the moon goddess create such perfection? To reward my waiting? I had spent more than twenty years waiting for my fated mate. For the one, the one that was made for me. Yet, there had been nothing. Eventually, I had settled for an arrangement for the pack's sake. But she was here now. And she was the best fking thing I have laid my eyes on. “Where’s Nicole?” She squeaked, her voice barely audible. I would have missed it if all of my senses weren’t focused on her. I wanted to know everything. I needed to take in her smile, her beautiful blue eyes that shone like the sea. fk, I could already imagine running my hands through those large blond curls that fell over her shoulders. It took me some seconds to realise I hadn’t answered her. Nicole. It had been relatively easy to tell that they didn’t have the best relationship. Just now, when her mother had been there, she had been fierce and stubborn, like a fiery temptress. My temptress. “Nicole won’t be joining us,” I replied and saw her wring her fingers together. Could she not feel it? Dinner went by slowly, and every now and then, Olivia would look up at me, her blue eyes probing and curious. I was dying to know her, too. But from what Nicole’s driver had reported, she had just lost her father. A part of me was tempted to stand up and close the distance between us. To wrap her in my arms and let her know she had me now. Nothing was going to hurt her. But I didn’t want to scare her away. She was too important to me. I took a deep breath, calming my wolf that was pushing to claim his mate and my c0ck that was starting to react just from the thought of having Olivia in my arms. ‘Damn man, when did I get laid last?’ I wasn’t attracted to Nicole, but as my Luna, she had the most important thing I needed; she could handle matters very cleanly and made running the pack's internal affairs seem easy. Also, because of how hard she worked, it also meant that I had to give her a certain level of face here in my pack. Meetings outside the pack and checking over my company in the human world were among the few times that gave me a chance to get laid. I hadn’t been to one in two months. That had to be why. “I’m done,” Olivia said, her voice breaking through my thoughts and my spine straightened. I frowned as I looked at her plate and the dishes in front of her; although I had spaced out just now, it was not enough time for her to have eaten enough food. “Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, and she looked down, biting her lips. Damn. The very action sent some command to my c0ck, and I could feel it stirring in my pants. “There’s nothing to be worried about; I won’t bite.” That was a lie. I had every intention to bite. Especially with the way she was biting down on her lower lip. “If you don’t like these, you can have dessert,” I snapped my hands, and one of the kitchen staff walked out with a tray in his arm. I didn’t like sweets, but I had instructed them to make them for her. I almost gave myself a back pat when her eyes brightened at the popsicles before her. When she picked one up, I realised just how large it was. Her small, pouty mouth was way too small for that. Entranced, I watched as my little mate placed the giant popsicle in her mouth, and as I had guessed, she could only lick from a small corner. A m0@n fell from her mouth as she tasted it, and every nerve in my body tightened. If she continued at this rate, I wasn’t sure I could hold back from bending her over this table and claiming her as mine. “Can your mouth take all of it in?” I asked, and Olivia’s face flushed red, and she burst into a coughing fit. I shot up and rushed to her side without thinking. A move that I regretted because one whiff of her sweet floral scent was more than enough to bring me to my knees. My c0ck was hard, and my balls were heavy from being around and watching her. I moved behind the chair. I couldn’t let her see just how hard I was for her. For my ‘stepdaughter’ Olivia stood up, and my eyes followed her every move. Was she feeling the mate pull the way I was? I could never know if she did because right before I could say a word, Olivia dashed off. My dining room, the same place I had dined in for more than twenty years now, felt too big for my liking. Too empty. Did this affect my little mate? “Alpha, we caught a maid about to report to Miss Nicole about the dinner,” one of my assistants stepped into the dining room and reported. “Remove all the unnecessary help on this floor.” Nicole was nosy, and I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that she had spent the last year trying to win over my staff. Unfortunately, her position was about to be vacant. My mate was here. Irritation bubbled in my throat as I remembered their relationship. That was one hell of a trick from the moon goddess. However, that didn’t matter. Nothing could keep me from my Olivia. “Olivia,” I called out, testing her name, and when I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I stood up, striding out of the dining room. I didn’t want her to be away from me. She had barely eaten anything, but judging by how petite she was, I suspected that food was not on her list of favourite things. Chapter 4 Olivia's POV I ate in silence and stole glances at him. Sometimes, our eyes would meet and lock, and I'd turn away silently, though not without getting a lovely glance at his lips. I wanted to kiss them so badly. The way his lips moved as he chewed filled me with thoughts. I could only imagine how it would feel to have those lips kiss me and travel down, down… down. fk! I took one hand off the table and placed it on my lap, gripping my dress tightly. I squeezed my legs and felt something wet on my thigh. "Keep it together, Olivia." I stopped eating for a brief moment, and I caught him licking the back of his spoon. I gasped as the sensations between my legs spiked. What was he doing to me? "I'm done." I put my spoon down and turned my head away, trying to hide my blush. The food was delicious but I couldn't eat anymore, not like this. I could feel my juices dripping down my legs. I had to excuse myself from the table. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, slowly putting down his spoon and gazing at me with those grey eyes. I shook my head. I couldn't dare open my mouth. m0@ns had replaced all words. I couldn't let them escape. “There’s nothing to be worried about; I won’t bite.” I wanted him to bite me, a love bite. I wanted to see red marks on my skin caused by his lips svcking every inch of me. Dessert soon came as he snapped his fingers, and the air was filled with a sweet, fruity scent. My eyes lit up. Popsicles! The waiter dropped the tray with them on the table and walked away. I helped myself to one. It was huge! My eyes washed over it slowly. I love sweets, but I wanted something sweeter. I tried to svck it all at once, but it was way too big for my mouth. I started from the corner and made my way down his big c0ck. fk! Did I say 'c0ck'? It was too late. The image was already etched in my mind. svcking his c0ck slowly, feeling the sensations run down his spine as my tongue played with him. I began to m0@n softly as I svcked on the popsicle; my eyes closed with content. “Can your mouth take all of it in?” André asked. I looked up and found his eyes watching me keenly. Oh no! What if he knew I was thinking about… "Cough! Cough! I have to… cough!… go." I rushed out of his room and ran to mine. I bolted the door and walked to my bed. What had happened? I lay down and tried to calm myself down. "Deep breaths, Liv, deep breaths." I slipped my hand under my dress and felt my underwear. I was soaked through. I sighed. I needed to have a shower. I moved my hand slightly and grazed the tip of my bud. A m0@n escaped my lips, and I was immediately silent. The best idea was to take my hand out, shower and forget this whole debacle. I moved my hand, but I grazed my bud again. Another sigh escaped my lips. fk it! I moved my fingers, lightly caressing my swollen bud. The sensations made me shiver. I wished these were André's fingers. My m0@ns grew louder. I could only imagine how amazing it would be for him to touch me, to caress me and kiss every inch of my skin. My hands undid my front zip and dove into my bosom. My nips were so hard. I wanted him to svck them. My fingers moved faster and suddenly plunged inside me. "Ahhh…André…!" His c0ck filled me up. I felt its girth as it touched the walls of my pu$$y. It was huge. He pulled out after a while and moved his lips closer to my face; his husky, deep voice filled my ears. "Are you sure you can take all of me?" I didn't even need to reply, and he penetrated me again. My body tensed up and gripped his hard c0ck tight. His thrvsts were slow and shallow. "Yes. Yes, please don't stop." He plunged deeper, and I grabbed the sheets. I was dazed yet still greedy. I wanted more. "Ahhhh…André. I need more André. Please give me more." His tempo increased, and so did my m0@ns. His name was on my breath, his scent in my nostrils, his lips on my skin and his hands in my hair. My body squirmed desperately, and I felt myself tighten. I heard his voice in my ears. "Are you going to come for me?" "Yes, André. Please don't stop." The tempo picked up, and I m0@ned louder and harder. My face was flushed. My pu$$y was soaked, and I could hear sputtering sounds as he continued to f*k me deep. My legs trembled, and my voice could barely be heard. I gripped the sheets harder, pulling out from the side that they were tucked in neatly. My breathing became wheezy as the sensations shot up. His díck went harder and deeper inside me, filling me up perfectly. My legs felt numb. Any more, and I would… "Ahhhhhhhh…" My body jolted, and my juices poured out of my, streaming down my legs and soaking the bed. I felt my forehead and beads of sweat got stuck to my hand. My breathing slowed down, but my body jerked at irregular intervals as I still savoured the feeling of my 0rg@sm. "Would you cvm for me like that again?" I froze at the familiar voice, and when I raised my head and looked at the door. My body stiffened. Alpha André stood at my door. His hands were folded across his chest, and he had a smirk on his face. My eyes travelled down, and I saw the obvious bulge in his trousers. What the hell?	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2,194,797	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194799}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Continue reading	Let Me Go, Alpha Chapter 1 The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. Despite everything, I still wanted to be with him, hoping time would change everything. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied, Theia. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. Don't expect that I'll return your affection," he spat in disdain. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Theia... I’m so, so sorry. Let's start over again, okay?” —— I ran, my heart pounding in my heart like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. The scent of blood thickened in the air as I neared the pack’s border, and a sickening dread crawled up my spine. "Eris!" I screamed her name, praying—begging—that I was wrong. But then I saw her. My legs nearly gave out as I reached the clearing. There, lying crumpled among the blood-soaked grass, was my daughter’s mangled body. her frame twisted at unnatural angles and blood... so much blood. It pooled around her, seeping into the earth as if the very ground was weeping for her. "Eris!" I choked out again, falling to my knees beside her. Her tiny hand was still wrapped around a cluster of medicinal herbs, clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "No... no..." My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. I rocked her back and forth, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on her clothes. "I'm so sorry. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to protect you." Eris had been everything. My world. My hope. And now... now she was nothing more than a cold body in my arms. I called Dinlas over and over, desperate and hysterical, but I couldn't get through to him. When he finally answered, I barely had time to speak before he barked, “Where’s Erin? I told her to get the herb. Why isn’t she back yet? Victoria’s waiting!” "You-" I hadn't finished my words when I heard Victoria's coquettish voice sounded. "It hurts Dinlas..." "Tell your daughter to hurry up, or else she won't like what I'll do to her!" After saying that, Dinlas cut off the line and even blocked our mind link. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The same old story. The same disregard for our family. The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. This year, they had insisted on bringing Eris along. Victoria had said she wanted to “get close” to our daughter, to “bond” with her, as if the years of resentment and neglect could be undone with a few pleasantries. I should have known better. I should have refused. But I hadn’t. And now my daughter was gone. I wanted to bury her remains, but Eris' body was Incomplete, and I could only choose to cremate her. Days passed in a blur. I kept myself busy, or at least tried to, but no amount of distraction could lift the weight pressing down on me. Every corner of the house felt colder and darker without my daughter. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything could have been different. Maybe if I had fought harder, maybe if I had— The door burst open with a loud crash, shattering my thoughts. I blinked and looked up, startled, just in time to see Dinlas storming in. His eyes were dark with fury. “Where's the medicine?” Dinlas roared, his voice vibrating through the walls. I stood frozen for a moment, his rage slamming into me like a tidal wave. “What?” “Eris!” he bellowed, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “Where is she? I told her to get the herb, but she didn’t come back to the party. Did you hide her? Tell her to apologize to Victoria right now! Victoria’s been nothing but generous despite what Erin did! Look how you’ve spoiled her! Don't you know that Victoria was forced to stay in the clinic because of that?!” I forced myself to stand tall, even though everything inside me was crumbling. I didn't care whether Victoria died, or if something bad happened to her, I just wanted to end everything today. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “You have no right to discipline Erin. Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” His eyes flashed with anger, and he tore the papers with his claws. “Erin did something wrong, and you want to divorce me because I'm trying to discipline her? You've gone nuts!” “Discipline? What did Erin do wrong, Dinlas? What crime did she commit that you sent her out alone to get that freaking herb? Do you even know what happened to her?” But before I could finish, he snapped, “Enough! I told her to get the herb. So what? She's already grown up, and she had alpha blood—what could have happened? She’s always whining to you because you're spoiling her!” “She's just five years old! She couldn't shift yet, but you're treating her as if she's one of your warriors!” I took a deep breath and added, "I'm done with all of this nonsense. Just divorce me like you've always wanted to." I handed him another set of divorce papers and said coldly, “Erin won’t trouble you anymore. Just sign it.” My daughter was innocent, but her only mistake was being born into this family. Dinlas’s face darkened, his voice rising in fury. “Enough with your nonsense! I gave you what you wanted before and now you want a divorce? Do you think you’ll get custody? Dream on!” Without waiting for me to speak, he stormed out in a rage. Tsk. It seemed that he thought I was just simply throwing tantrums, and my anger would soon pass. But this time was different. I was exhausted and I just wanted to get far away from here. Chapter 2 I’d always known Dinlas wasn’t mine—not really. The Fates had never tied our souls together, no invisible string drawing us closer, no signs from the Moon Goddess to tell me he was my destined mate. But that never stopped me from loving him. Loving him from afar, silently, without expectations. Dinlas, the son of the Alpha, always seemed so far above me, like a star I could admire but never touch. The only reason I was ever close to him was because of my mother. She was Ourea’s protector—the Luna’s personal warrior. My mother had earned her place through years of service, loyalty, and strength, but even so, our family wasn’t the same as Dinlas’. Our worlds were close, but still apart, separated by an unspoken barrier of rank and destiny. Then one day, the rival wolves broke through the pack's border and attacked us without warning, savage and desperate. I wasn’t there, but I heard the stories—how my mother stood in front of Luna Ourea, shielding her from the rival' attack. She fought them off but at the cost of her life. By the time the others arrived, it was too late. My mother had saved the Luna, but she couldn’t save herself. I was called to her side, the scent of blood thick in the air, her life slipping away with every breath. I knelt beside her, holding her hand, trying to be strong for her, but I could feel her slipping. Her grip weakened, and her voice trembled as she spoke her final words—not to me, but to Ourea. “Please fulfill Theia’s wish,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry her to Dinlas. That’s all I ask.” Ourea nodded, her face stricken with grief and guilt. She agreed, and I could see the weight of my mother’s death pressing down on her, the burden of a promise she didn’t want to make. I knew it wasn’t out of love or kindness. It was because my mother had died for her. And so, I was promised to Dinlas. I should have felt joy, and on some level, I did. After all, I had dreamed of this moment my entire life. I had loved him quietly, patiently, and now, in a way, he was mine. But it wasn’t how I had imagined. My mother was gone, and there was no warmth in Dinlas’ eyes when he looked at me. Still, I tried to find comfort in the fact that I could finally be with the man I had always wanted, even if he didn’t love me back. However, on our wedding night, Dinlas made sure I knew the truth. We stood alone in our chamber, the ceremony long over, the pack celebrating outside. I waited, heart pounding, hoping for some sign of affection, some acknowledgment that I was his wife now. But when he spoke, his voice was cold, void of emotion. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. I'll respect my mother’s wishes, but don't expect that I'll return your affection." True to his word, Dinlas maintained the image of a devoted husband in front of others. Our marriage was a sham, but I still loved him, so I stayed quiet, playing the role of the dutiful wife, pretending that the ache in my chest wasn’t tearing me apart. He didn't celebrate Erin's birth and even said she shouldn't have been born as a daughter. I thought everything would change once I married him, but instead, I was the one trapped in a loveless marriage. The life I had gained by sacrifice now felt like a curse. After Erin died, I returned to the small, rundown home where I’d lived with my mother. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to move forward if I stayed there, so I packed my things, held the urn, and was about to leave, but before I could step out, the door swung open. "I've looked for her everywhere but Eris is not here. Where did you hide her?" "Where is Erin? Bring her out now!" I clutched the urn tighter, my heart pounding as I met Dinlas' furious glare. "You have no right to even speak her name. Get out and take your mistress with you!" My defiance only stoked the fire in his eyes. His voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer. "Shut up. I guess I’ve been far too lenient with you. You've raised Erin to be as twisted as you!" The blood froze in my veins as his command swept through me. I bit my lip and defied him. "Erin is just five years old! What could you possibly blame her for?" Victoria stepped forward, her movements deliberate, pulling away her mask to reveal a face covered in angry red welts. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked at Dinlas. “I just wanted to get closer to her, but it seems she Eris doesn't like me. Don't blame her, Dinlas; she probably didn't know what she gave me was wolfsbane.” Dinlas exploded. "Stop defending her! Eris scarred your face because Theia has poisoned her mind!" I stared at him, incredulous. "Dinlas, she’s your daughter! How could you accuse her without evidence?!" Glaring at me, Dinlas thundered, "I saw it with my own eyes when Eris hurled the wolfsbane on Victoria's face! Do you think I'm blind? Get her here and I'll teach her a lesson!" "She won't be coming because she's dead..." I retorted with difficulty. Chapter 3 "Theia, you don't have to lie just to hide Eris. We just wanted to understand why she tried to kill me. You know that wolfsbane is dangerous for us, but you still let her do that," Victoria said softly, but her words grated at my ears. “How dare you!” My whole body shook with the force of my fury as I glared at Victoria, her venomous accusations still ringing in my ears. She stood there, smug, her eyes gleaming with malice as if she had every right to speak about Eris like that. “I won’t let you smear her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “Eris didn’t try to kill you! She wouldn’t—she’s dead because of you!” Without thinking, I lunged at her, my claws unsheathing as my anger took over. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to tear her apart, to see her face as twisted and broken as mine felt inside. If it weren’t for Victoria, Eris would still be alive. Victoria didn’t even flinch as I came at her, but before I could reach her, Dinlas moved between us, his aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice heavy with authority. My body froze instantly, the weight of his Alpha aura crushing me. It was as if I were being suffocated, my limbs locked in place, my muscles straining against the invisible chains holding me down. I fought it—gods, I fought so hard—but the more I struggled, the more the pain grew. It felt like my bones were being ground into dust, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. I could barely breathe, let alone fight. "You're prepared, aren't you? You even made this fake urn to fool me," Dinlas spat. Only then did I realize I was still holding the glass jar—the urn that held what little remained of Eris. Before I could react, Dinlas reached out and snatched the jar from me. “Give me that.” “No!” I cried, panic flooding my chest. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. The urn slipped from my grasp as he yanked it from my hand, and I watched in horror as he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, glass shards raining down in a cascade of destruction. Eris’ ashes were scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. “No!” I screamed, “How could you—how could you?” "Still lying? Since you like ruining faces, I'll ruin yours!" Before I could process the heartbreak, Dinlas grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me to the ground. My face hit the cold stone floor, and I felt the sharp sting as the glass shards from the shattered urn pierced my skin. Pain radiated through my body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish I felt watching the remains of my daughter being desecrated right in front of me. Dinlas pressed his hand into the back of my head, forcing my face further into the shards. The metallic scent of blood mixing with the scent of ash. “Where are you hiding her?” Dinlas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Where is Eris?” I choked on a sob, my entire body trembling with pain and rage. “She’s dead, Dinlas!” I screamed through gritted teeth, my voice muffled by the floor. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the room, silencing me with its force. His grip tightened on my neck, and I could feel his anger like a storm crashing down on me. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “Where. Is. She?” He thought I was hiding Eris? He thought I was lying to him, protecting her? The absurdity of it burned in my heart, mixing with the grief and the rage until I could hardly think straight. "You want a divorce? Fine then, but you’ll never see Eris again." Upon saying that, he stood up and called his beta through the pack link. "Prepare the divorce paper, and look for Eris. Leave no stone unturned." He listened for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly as the voice on the other end hesitated. "Alpha Dinlas... Eris... Eris is dead. The night you sent her to Northhill Mountain, she was attacked by a group of rival, so we had no choice but to cremate her. Today was supposed to be her burial..." As soon as his words fell, Dinlas froze, seemingly unwilling to believe his trusted aid.	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2,194,798	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194799}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Continue reading	Let Me Go, Alpha Chapter 1 The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. Despite everything, I still wanted to be with him, hoping time would change everything. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied, Theia. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. Don't expect that I'll return your affection," he spat in disdain. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Theia... I’m so, so sorry. Let's start over again, okay?” —— I ran, my heart pounding in my heart like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. The scent of blood thickened in the air as I neared the pack’s border, and a sickening dread crawled up my spine. "Eris!" I screamed her name, praying—begging—that I was wrong. But then I saw her. My legs nearly gave out as I reached the clearing. There, lying crumpled among the blood-soaked grass, was my daughter’s mangled body. her frame twisted at unnatural angles and blood... so much blood. It pooled around her, seeping into the earth as if the very ground was weeping for her. "Eris!" I choked out again, falling to my knees beside her. Her tiny hand was still wrapped around a cluster of medicinal herbs, clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "No... no..." My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. I rocked her back and forth, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on her clothes. "I'm so sorry. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to protect you." Eris had been everything. My world. My hope. And now... now she was nothing more than a cold body in my arms. I called Dinlas over and over, desperate and hysterical, but I couldn't get through to him. When he finally answered, I barely had time to speak before he barked, “Where’s Erin? I told her to get the herb. Why isn’t she back yet? Victoria’s waiting!” "You-" I hadn't finished my words when I heard Victoria's coquettish voice sounded. "It hurts Dinlas..." "Tell your daughter to hurry up, or else she won't like what I'll do to her!" After saying that, Dinlas cut off the line and even blocked our mind link. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The same old story. The same disregard for our family. The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. This year, they had insisted on bringing Eris along. Victoria had said she wanted to “get close” to our daughter, to “bond” with her, as if the years of resentment and neglect could be undone with a few pleasantries. I should have known better. I should have refused. But I hadn’t. And now my daughter was gone. I wanted to bury her remains, but Eris' body was Incomplete, and I could only choose to cremate her. Days passed in a blur. I kept myself busy, or at least tried to, but no amount of distraction could lift the weight pressing down on me. Every corner of the house felt colder and darker without my daughter. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything could have been different. Maybe if I had fought harder, maybe if I had— The door burst open with a loud crash, shattering my thoughts. I blinked and looked up, startled, just in time to see Dinlas storming in. His eyes were dark with fury. “Where's the medicine?” Dinlas roared, his voice vibrating through the walls. I stood frozen for a moment, his rage slamming into me like a tidal wave. “What?” “Eris!” he bellowed, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “Where is she? I told her to get the herb, but she didn’t come back to the party. Did you hide her? Tell her to apologize to Victoria right now! Victoria’s been nothing but generous despite what Erin did! Look how you’ve spoiled her! Don't you know that Victoria was forced to stay in the clinic because of that?!” I forced myself to stand tall, even though everything inside me was crumbling. I didn't care whether Victoria died, or if something bad happened to her, I just wanted to end everything today. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “You have no right to discipline Erin. Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” His eyes flashed with anger, and he tore the papers with his claws. “Erin did something wrong, and you want to divorce me because I'm trying to discipline her? You've gone nuts!” “Discipline? What did Erin do wrong, Dinlas? What crime did she commit that you sent her out alone to get that freaking herb? Do you even know what happened to her?” But before I could finish, he snapped, “Enough! I told her to get the herb. So what? She's already grown up, and she had alpha blood—what could have happened? She’s always whining to you because you're spoiling her!” “She's just five years old! She couldn't shift yet, but you're treating her as if she's one of your warriors!” I took a deep breath and added, "I'm done with all of this nonsense. Just divorce me like you've always wanted to." I handed him another set of divorce papers and said coldly, “Erin won’t trouble you anymore. Just sign it.” My daughter was innocent, but her only mistake was being born into this family. Dinlas’s face darkened, his voice rising in fury. “Enough with your nonsense! I gave you what you wanted before and now you want a divorce? Do you think you’ll get custody? Dream on!” Without waiting for me to speak, he stormed out in a rage. Tsk. It seemed that he thought I was just simply throwing tantrums, and my anger would soon pass. But this time was different. I was exhausted and I just wanted to get far away from here. Chapter 2 I’d always known Dinlas wasn’t mine—not really. The Fates had never tied our souls together, no invisible string drawing us closer, no signs from the Moon Goddess to tell me he was my destined mate. But that never stopped me from loving him. Loving him from afar, silently, without expectations. Dinlas, the son of the Alpha, always seemed so far above me, like a star I could admire but never touch. The only reason I was ever close to him was because of my mother. She was Ourea’s protector—the Luna’s personal warrior. My mother had earned her place through years of service, loyalty, and strength, but even so, our family wasn’t the same as Dinlas’. Our worlds were close, but still apart, separated by an unspoken barrier of rank and destiny. Then one day, the rival wolves broke through the pack's border and attacked us without warning, savage and desperate. I wasn’t there, but I heard the stories—how my mother stood in front of Luna Ourea, shielding her from the rival' attack. She fought them off but at the cost of her life. By the time the others arrived, it was too late. My mother had saved the Luna, but she couldn’t save herself. I was called to her side, the scent of blood thick in the air, her life slipping away with every breath. I knelt beside her, holding her hand, trying to be strong for her, but I could feel her slipping. Her grip weakened, and her voice trembled as she spoke her final words—not to me, but to Ourea. “Please fulfill Theia’s wish,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry her to Dinlas. That’s all I ask.” Ourea nodded, her face stricken with grief and guilt. She agreed, and I could see the weight of my mother’s death pressing down on her, the burden of a promise she didn’t want to make. I knew it wasn’t out of love or kindness. It was because my mother had died for her. And so, I was promised to Dinlas. I should have felt joy, and on some level, I did. After all, I had dreamed of this moment my entire life. I had loved him quietly, patiently, and now, in a way, he was mine. But it wasn’t how I had imagined. My mother was gone, and there was no warmth in Dinlas’ eyes when he looked at me. Still, I tried to find comfort in the fact that I could finally be with the man I had always wanted, even if he didn’t love me back. However, on our wedding night, Dinlas made sure I knew the truth. We stood alone in our chamber, the ceremony long over, the pack celebrating outside. I waited, heart pounding, hoping for some sign of affection, some acknowledgment that I was his wife now. But when he spoke, his voice was cold, void of emotion. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. I'll respect my mother’s wishes, but don't expect that I'll return your affection." True to his word, Dinlas maintained the image of a devoted husband in front of others. Our marriage was a sham, but I still loved him, so I stayed quiet, playing the role of the dutiful wife, pretending that the ache in my chest wasn’t tearing me apart. He didn't celebrate Erin's birth and even said she shouldn't have been born as a daughter. I thought everything would change once I married him, but instead, I was the one trapped in a loveless marriage. The life I had gained by sacrifice now felt like a curse. After Erin died, I returned to the small, rundown home where I’d lived with my mother. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to move forward if I stayed there, so I packed my things, held the urn, and was about to leave, but before I could step out, the door swung open. "I've looked for her everywhere but Eris is not here. Where did you hide her?" "Where is Erin? Bring her out now!" I clutched the urn tighter, my heart pounding as I met Dinlas' furious glare. "You have no right to even speak her name. Get out and take your mistress with you!" My defiance only stoked the fire in his eyes. His voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer. "Shut up. I guess I’ve been far too lenient with you. You've raised Erin to be as twisted as you!" The blood froze in my veins as his command swept through me. I bit my lip and defied him. "Erin is just five years old! What could you possibly blame her for?" Victoria stepped forward, her movements deliberate, pulling away her mask to reveal a face covered in angry red welts. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked at Dinlas. “I just wanted to get closer to her, but it seems she Eris doesn't like me. Don't blame her, Dinlas; she probably didn't know what she gave me was wolfsbane.” Dinlas exploded. "Stop defending her! Eris scarred your face because Theia has poisoned her mind!" I stared at him, incredulous. "Dinlas, she’s your daughter! How could you accuse her without evidence?!" Glaring at me, Dinlas thundered, "I saw it with my own eyes when Eris hurled the wolfsbane on Victoria's face! Do you think I'm blind? Get her here and I'll teach her a lesson!" "She won't be coming because she's dead..." I retorted with difficulty. Chapter 3 "Theia, you don't have to lie just to hide Eris. We just wanted to understand why she tried to kill me. You know that wolfsbane is dangerous for us, but you still let her do that," Victoria said softly, but her words grated at my ears. “How dare you!” My whole body shook with the force of my fury as I glared at Victoria, her venomous accusations still ringing in my ears. She stood there, smug, her eyes gleaming with malice as if she had every right to speak about Eris like that. “I won’t let you smear her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “Eris didn’t try to kill you! She wouldn’t—she’s dead because of you!” Without thinking, I lunged at her, my claws unsheathing as my anger took over. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to tear her apart, to see her face as twisted and broken as mine felt inside. If it weren’t for Victoria, Eris would still be alive. Victoria didn’t even flinch as I came at her, but before I could reach her, Dinlas moved between us, his aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice heavy with authority. My body froze instantly, the weight of his Alpha aura crushing me. It was as if I were being suffocated, my limbs locked in place, my muscles straining against the invisible chains holding me down. I fought it—gods, I fought so hard—but the more I struggled, the more the pain grew. It felt like my bones were being ground into dust, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. I could barely breathe, let alone fight. "You're prepared, aren't you? You even made this fake urn to fool me," Dinlas spat. Only then did I realize I was still holding the glass jar—the urn that held what little remained of Eris. Before I could react, Dinlas reached out and snatched the jar from me. “Give me that.” “No!” I cried, panic flooding my chest. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. The urn slipped from my grasp as he yanked it from my hand, and I watched in horror as he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, glass shards raining down in a cascade of destruction. Eris’ ashes were scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. “No!” I screamed, “How could you—how could you?” "Still lying? Since you like ruining faces, I'll ruin yours!" Before I could process the heartbreak, Dinlas grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me to the ground. My face hit the cold stone floor, and I felt the sharp sting as the glass shards from the shattered urn pierced my skin. Pain radiated through my body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish I felt watching the remains of my daughter being desecrated right in front of me. Dinlas pressed his hand into the back of my head, forcing my face further into the shards. The metallic scent of blood mixing with the scent of ash. “Where are you hiding her?” Dinlas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Where is Eris?” I choked on a sob, my entire body trembling with pain and rage. “She’s dead, Dinlas!” I screamed through gritted teeth, my voice muffled by the floor. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the room, silencing me with its force. His grip tightened on my neck, and I could feel his anger like a storm crashing down on me. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “Where. Is. She?” He thought I was hiding Eris? He thought I was lying to him, protecting her? The absurdity of it burned in my heart, mixing with the grief and the rage until I could hardly think straight. "You want a divorce? Fine then, but you’ll never see Eris again." Upon saying that, he stood up and called his beta through the pack link. "Prepare the divorce paper, and look for Eris. Leave no stone unturned." He listened for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly as the voice on the other end hesitated. "Alpha Dinlas... Eris... Eris is dead. The night you sent her to Northhill Mountain, she was attacked by a group of rival, so we had no choice but to cremate her. Today was supposed to be her burial..." As soon as his words fell, Dinlas froze, seemingly unwilling to believe his trusted aid.	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