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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... “Where is she?!” I hear the Beta Kyle scream. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment he sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don’t make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. “Neah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.” He snaps. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. “We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didn’t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin, ”Useless Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders. I do as I’m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” My head moved up and down, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. “I am…I am a Wolf.” I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound.” “Why?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” “For what?” His deep voice rumbles through me. “For killing my parents.” I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." 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Yes | 2024-07-20 19:10 | active | 1156 | 0 | 1596105934663400 | Continue reading ➤➤ | When I pulled an older iPhone out from between the mattress and box springs, I saw a screen full of text messages.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> 【I’m heading to the hotel.】<br /> 【Where are you?】<br /> 【Don’t keep me waiting, honey.】<br /> 【I need you.】<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ————————<br /> I straightened from putting the last plate into the dishwasher and stretched for a towel to wipe my hands. I was exhausted after twenty-four straight hours with the kids, and Rob still wasn’t home. Not to mention, I needed to make cupcakes for Max’s school—and somehow do it without sugar.<br /> So the ensuing crash upstairs was not welcome.<br /> Dropping the towel, I whisper-sprinted up to the second floor—running on tiptoes while hopping, leaping, and skipping over every toy obstacle, creaky floorboard, and rogue crayon along the way.<br /> The light was on in Max’s room, and considering that I had made this trek a half dozen times in the last hour, I was out of patience.<br /> “You need to go to sleep,” I growled, throwing open the door, my fierce mom glare already in place.<br /> Except the devil child was asleep.<br /> He’d fallen out of bed, crashed onto an entire village of Legos—scattering them to inferno and back—and was dead asleep.<br /> My heart gave a little squeeze even as the logical part of me recognized the giant mess I’d be picking up tomorrow.<br /> It was just that face.<br /> A cupid’s bow of bright pink lips, slightly parted, rosy cheeks, and mussed hair. The boy was cute, and it was hard to believe he was part of me, that he’d come from my body.<br /> I clucked my tongue at myself, knowing I was being ridiculous and romantic and Melissa-like because I’d spent the day with Kelly and her toddler, Abby.<br /> My baby sister had a baby. And a man. And was all grown up—<br /> Oh God. There I went with the tears again.<br /> Swiping a finger under each eye, I navigated the minefield of toys as I made my way over to Max. I gave an internal grunt as I lifted the little—or not so little, anymore—monkey and tucked him back into bed.<br /> One hastily constructed barrier of pillows and blankets and stuffed Minecraft toys later, and I was heading back out of the room.<br /> I flicked the light off, started to leave—<br /> “Too dark, Mommy,” he murmured.<br /> A sigh. Back on it went. “Good night, sweetheart.”<br /> “Night.”<br /> This time I made it to the top of the stairs before a sound stopped me.<br /> It wasn’t the kids. No. This was more like . . . buzzing?<br /> I cocked my head and listened, then made my way to my bedroom, a growing pile of toys in my arms as I went.<br /> The door was open, and I walked inside, dumping the pile on the coverlet before stopping to pinpoint the sound.<br /> I felt my pockets for my cell. Not even two days before, I’d scoured the house for my phone, it somehow having fallen out of my pocket, ending up under the dresser. It had taken darn near fifty calls and a search of the entire house before I’d found it.<br /> Those locating apps were all well and good, but they couldn’t tell a person which room in a house their phone was. Which meant the app, for my day-to-day exploits, was pretty much useless.<br /> I hardly left home at all except for the kids’ activities and school pickup or drop off.<br /> Or if Rob needed something down at the station.<br /> And that was fine. My place was at home. The kids needed me, Rob needed me. It was just that sometimes . . .<br /> No. Don’t get sidetracked.<br /> My phone was in my pocket. The sound wasn’t coming from beneath the dresser.<br /> It was coming from the bed.<br /> I peered under, saw nothing, and I was reaching for Rob’s flashlight in his nightstand when I realized where exactly the noise was originating from.<br /> My hand slid between the mattress and box spring, jumping a little when the object buzzed against my fingers.<br /> “What—?” I pulled it out, saw it was an older-looking iPhone. Why was there—<br /> Then I saw the texts. An entire screen worth of them.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> I’m heading to the hotel.<br /> Where are you?<br /> Don’t keep me waiting, honey.<br /> I need you.<br /> The question wasn’t why Rob had hidden a phone under his side of the mattress. It was why someone named Celeste was calling him honey and telling my husband that she needed him.<br /> Downstairs, I heard the garage door rumble open and close, the clink of Rob’s keys on the kitchen counter. “Miss?” he called softly up the stairs.<br /> My voice was gone, my throat tight. My eyes burned, and still, I held the phone. It wasn’t until I heard him walking down the hall to the bedroom that I sprang into motion.<br /> I shoved the phone back under the mattress and scooped up the toys.<br /> Rob stopped short in the doorway. “Oh.” He smiled. “I called you.”<br /> “Sorry, I was cleaning.”<br /> He touched my cheek, slid past me. “You don’t have to do that.”<br /> “It’s my job,” I said brightly, and if it was too bright then what did it matter anyway?<br /> My husband was moving toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Is there a plate for me?”<br /> I turned, saw he’d paused, and forced a smile. “Yup. I’ll heat it up for you.”<br /> “Thanks, love.”<br /> “Of course.” I walked out of the bedroom but didn’t go downstairs.<br /> Instead, I hesitated in the hall, silent and waiting.<br /> And my gut tied itself into knots when I heard Rob’s footfalls across the carpet, the slide of his hand beneath the mattress as he pulled out the phone.<br /> “MOOOOOOOOOM!”<br /> The camera in my hands jumped, and that perfect angle, the perfect highlight of the sun’s rays coming through my kitchen window and traipsing across my gorgeous display of a salad—if I did say so myself—disappeared in a flash.<br /> No pun intended.<br /> Footsteps pounded across the floor overhead. Eight feet. From two kids and one dog. The trio was streaking across the hallway, preparing to hurtle themselves down the stairs.<br /> Which meant I had approximately twelve seconds to get the shot before chaos descended.<br /> Back up on my tiptoes, extending my arm precariously over the plate as I leaned—read: contorted—myself in such a way as to obtain that perfect angle without marring the photograph with something as egregious as my shadow.<br /> Bang. Bang. Bang.<br /> “Ow!” Allie. She’d just turned five and was a terror on two legs. “I’m telling Mom!”<br /> “Almost there,” I puffed.<br /> “It was your fault.” Max. My sweet boy. Now eight and not so little.<br /> “Ruff!” The dog. The terror on four legs. Rocco was seven months old and sixty pounds of exuberant energy, potty accidents, and counter surfing.<br /> But Rob loved the fluffball.<br /> Rob.<br /> My eyes burned.<br /> The trio slid around the corner into the kitchen, Rocco colliding with the far wall.<br /> His brakes weren’t great yet.<br /> With the group’s appearance, the noise level in the room rose to deafening.<br /> Click.<br /> I checked the shot and breathed out a sigh of relief. Perfect.<br /> Stepping down from the stool I’d been perched on, I stashed my camera carefully out of reach of canine and human troublemakers then stowed the plate in the fridge. Another taste test wouldn’t hurt, just to perfect the recipe.<br /> And really, I wasn’t going to waste one crumb of that goat cheese. Not when it was so expensive and difficult to find in Nowhere, Utah.<br /> Or rather, Darlington, Utah.<br /> “Mom.”<br /> Max stood with his arms crossed. He was tall for his age with dark hair and eyes and the spitting image of Rob, a fact that made my bruised heart ache all the more.<br /> Allie was like me: slender, tall, and blond with pale brown eyes and skin that never failed to burn in the sun.<br /> We needed to invest in sunscreen stock. God knew we bought enough of the stuff.<br /> Both kids were talking over each other, furious frowns pulling their brows down as they tried to prove their point . . . or, rather, ruin my eardrums by being the loudest.<br /> Even Rocco chimed in with several well-timed barks.<br /> I did what I always did in these situations.<br /> I stood silently. And waited.<br /> It never took long, I’d found. If I tried to raise my voice over theirs, tried to shout my way for quiet, like Rob did, nothing. He used his magical cop skills to reign tough over the kids—and dog, I thought, as Rocco eyed the countertop like it held a king’s trove of treasure.<br /> My voice didn’t do that.<br /> My glare did, however.<br /> Rocco paused mid-leap and plunked his front paws back on the tile floor.<br /> Max was the first human to stop contributing to the noise. Older and wiser, he was.<br /> Allie went on for a few more beats before her eyes widened and her mouth clamped closed.<br /> “Max, explain your side first.”<br /> “I was playing with my Legos, and Allie barged in and broke my set—”<br /> “I did not!” Allie protested.<br /> “It’s not your turn to speak,” I told her.<br /> She huffed and crossed her arms.<br /> “She broke my house, and I’ll never be able to find all of the pieces, and I-I—” Tears welled in his brown eyes, and I had to steel my heart against those glistening orbs. He might be cute, but he was also smart.<br /> Too smart for my good.<br /> “Okay,” I said. “Allie, your side.”<br /> “He took my Lego set, and I wanted to get the pieces back. It was my house, and he can’t keep it.”<br /> “You let me borrow it!” Max said, indignant.<br /> “I want it back.”<br /> “I—”<br /> “You—”<br /> I waited.<br /> The second round took less time.<br /> “What happens when you fight over toys?” I asked.<br /> Two sets of eyes went wide. Rocco whined and lay down on the floor, burying his nose in his paws.<br /> Max glanced at Allie. “How about you use my Legos and build your own house?”<br /> Allie considered this. “And then when we’re done we can switch back!”<br /> Max nodded. “Okay.”<br /> They ran off, Rocco trailing their progress, leaving with as much noise as they’d entered the room.<br /> “Ten minutes until bath time!” I called, but they were already out of earshot.<br /> With a rueful smile, I pulled my plate from the fridge and a fork out of the drawer.<br /> “You’re deduce when you pull that stern glare out.”<br /> I shivered at the voice in my ear, the chest very close to my spine. My body knew my husband’s on an intrinsic level, and so I didn’t jump in surprise or shriek in fear.<br /> Instead, I melted into his warmth, soaked up his scent.<br /> “Hi, baby,” he said with a soft peck to the side of my neck.<br /> “Hi, yourself.” I turned, slipping carefully out of his embrace. Because even though I loved this man with every fiber of my being, he might not feel the same.<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ---<br /> Rob was back to snoring when I crept through the bedroom. I shook my head and closed the door behind me, heading for the top of the stairs.<br /> That was when I heard the first noise.<br /> A moan. The rustling of bedclothes. I dropped my shoes and bolted for Allie’s bedroom.<br /> She began crying.<br /> “Mom!”<br /> I skirted the mess of toys on the floor, picking my way across with all the finesse of an American Ninja Warrior.<br /> “What’s wrong, honey?” I asked.<br /> “I don’t—”<br /> I was already reaching for her when she exploded.<br /> Okay, not exploded exactly. More like Poltergeist-vomited, all over me. It dripped down my hair, soaked into my blouse, my jeans, the carpet, and bedding.<br /> Perfect. Just perfect.<br /> Allie began crying in earnest, and I soothed her as I swept her into my arms. We made it to the bathroom in record time.<br /> I set her down in front of the toilet, holding her hair back when she gagged again and again. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said when she stopped. Then I wet a towel and wiped her face and neck. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”<br /> She was shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”<br /> “Shh. Not your fault.” I wrapped her in a towel and cuddled her close until she stopped shivering. “Let’s get you a quick bath, and then I’ll set you up on the couch, okay?”<br /> “O-okay.”<br /> Fifteen minutes later she was in clean pajamas, wrapped in blankets, and tucked into the couch, a bucket within arm’s reach.<br /> I went back upstairs to strip the sheets and clean the carpet. Then I carried all of the dirty linens back down to the laundry room and tossed them in the washer. By now the vomit had mostly dried on my clothes and hair, and I was in desperate need of a shower.<br /> Time would tell if this was the stomach bug plague or if Allie had just eaten something that didn’t agree with her.<br /> Would one fall? Or would they all?<br /> I snorted quietly as I slipped back into the bedroom, only to be bowled over by Rocco, wagging tail and wriggly butt. Rob must have let him out. He sniffed the carpet, did a one-eighty.<br /> Uh-oh, potty time.<br /> “Come on,” I said, opening the door.<br /> He pushed past me and sprinted down the stairs. I hustled after him, not wanting him to wake up Allie, who’d finally fallen back asleep.<br /> But I needn’t have worried. He bypassed the living room completely and went straight to the back door. “Good boy,” I told him and opened it just wide enough for him to slip out. The icy morning breeze shot through the gap, having the dual effect of kicking up the smell of puke on my person and cutting directly through my still-damp clothes.<br /> I shivered. “Hurry up, dog.”<br /> Rocco took a few more minutes. It was too cold to leave him outside, young as he was. Of course, he was the one with the thick fur.<br /> Finally, he was done and sprinted for the opening into the house.<br /> Or rather, crashed into the door, since those brakes were still under training.<br /> “Come on, goofy,” I told him as I snagged his collar and corralled him past the sleeping Allie on the sofa.<br /> I’d already lost count of the trips up and down the stairs and it wasn’t even six yet. Who said my butt wasn’t high and tight? At this rate, I’d be a Kardashian in no time. Rocco wriggled his way alongside me, not fighting when I stuck him back in his kennel. Though that was probably because I promised him breakfast after I’d showered.<br /> The bathroom light shone through the crack in the bottom of the door, and the bed was empty.<br /> That plus the absence of chainsaw sounds told me Rob was in the bathroom.<br /> Who was the detective now? I thought with a smirk.<br /> I crossed to the bathroom and opened the door.<br /> Or tried to.<br /> It was locked.<br /> I frowned.<br /> Tried again.<br /> “Rob?” I knocked, tilted my head when I heard . . . was he talking to someone? “Rob?” I asked louder.<br /> The sounds inside the bathroom cut off. After a pause, he called, “Miss?”<br /> “The door is locked.”<br /> Another pause. Then footsteps. The locked clicked before the door swung open. Rob was wrapped in a towel, his chest undressed and glittering with drops of water. Normally, I’d have been distracted by those little beads of liquid. Today I barely noticed because there was a mark on his neck.<br /> A suspicious bruise on the base of his throat—<br /> Where someone might have pecked him.<br /> And that someone had not been me.<br /> Rob smiled, but it looked strained. “Sorry, hon. Force of habit.” He turned and walked into the closet, closing the door behind him.<br /> I was still on the threshold, blinking after him, when the door popped back open and he stuck his head out. “You look cute, by the way.”<br /> Before I could stammer out a thanks, the door shut again.<br /> Had he not noticed the puke? Or was he trying to be nice because it looked like I’d been put through the wringer?<br /> Or perhaps most important of all, had I imagined the mark?<br /> I rushed the shower, hissing as the cold water streamed from my hair and down my back.<br /> Rob came out of the closet just as I stepped out, shivering more violently than Allie had been an hour earlier. He wore a button-down shirt, tie, and slacks.<br /> “You look nice,” I said, unable to ignore the fact that the shirt covered his neck. Should I pull it down and confront him?<br /> “Meeting with the chief today.”<br /> Darlington was too small for its own police force. Rob worked at the county sheriff’s office. The bigger force meant more resources for our little group of towns and better coverage.<br /> “What about?” I asked as I wrapped a towel around my head.<br /> “A case I’ve been working on.”<br /> “What case?” I ran the towel up one leg, then the other. Rob’s eyes followed the movement.<br /> “Can’t talk about it yet,” he said. I frowned, but before I could press his answer—we always discussed his cases, if not in specifics then at least in generals—he went on, “When was the last time you had something besides a salad?”<br /> I straightened, pulling the towel around my breasts. “What do you mean?”<br /> “You’re too thin, Miss.”<br /> “What?”<br /> He crossed over to me, pulling the towel open and splaying one hand over my side.<br /> My heart skipped a beat. Calloused fingers. Rough skin against smooth. I forgot about the bruise on his neck, about the phone and suspicions. I wanted his hand to move.<br /> Up or down. I almost didn’t care.<br /> I needed him to touch me.<br /> His head dropped next to mine, hot breath on my neck, my ear. “You need to eat more.”<br /> It took a second for the words to process. I stiffened, leaned back.<br /> Not that it mattered since Rob had already stepped away.<br /> ---<br /> The bed dipped, and I rolled over to see Rob sitting on the side of the bed.<br /> “Is there anything for dinner?” he asked.<br /> “Not today,” I said. “We were all sick.”<br /> His dark brows pulled down. “You were? Why didn’t you call me?”<br /> “I texted you three times.”<br /> “You did? I didn’t get them.” He pulled out his cell and unlocked it. The little green box had a red bubble with a three in the upper right corner. He tapped it and, lo and behold, my messages were there.<br /> Any chance you can come home early? The stomach plague has hit.<br /> <br /> I’m feeling really lousy, could use some help.<br /> <br /> So much puke. I need backup.<br /> <br /> “Sht,” he muttered.<br /> I reached over him, tapped the lower case “i” on the right side of the screen, and swiped off the mute function.<br /> “Maybe don’t put your wife on Do Not Disturb?”<br /> “Oh, I didn’t realize—”<br /> I sighed and flopped over to my side, facing away from him. My heart felt fragile, ready to shatter into a million pieces. I kept telling myself that I was crazy, that things were fine and we were going through a rough patch.<br /> But . . .<br /> This didn’t feel like a rough patch. It felt like—<br /> I bit my lip hard, stopping the thought before it could completely materialize.<br /> We’d worked through tough times before. Every couple had ups and downs. What made us different was that we could talk to each other about anything.<br /> Or we used to, anyway.<br /> I turned my head so I could see him over my shoulder. “Not realizing things seems to be the theme with you lately, Rob. Can we talk about what’s going on? It’s not like you to be so detached.”<br /> Silence.<br /> He sat six inches away from me, eyes on his phone, and he didn’t even look at me.<br /> He. Didn’t. Look. At. Me.<br /> In that moment, I felt ten years old again. Begging my mom to see me. To want me. To value me.<br /> And in that moment, I hated my husband for making me feel that way.<br /> I wasn’t that little girl any longer. I knew my own worth. I—<br /> Didn’t beg for love. That came internally. I loved myself.<br /> Because Rob had given me the strength to learn how.<br /> His touch made me jump.<br /> It was a gentle caress, one soft brush of his thumb beneath my eye to collect a drop of moisture I hadn’t realized was there.<br /> “Miss, I—”<br /> His phone rang. He glanced down at it, and I held my breath, waiting for him, wishing he would decline it.<br /> He didn’t.<br /> His finger swiped across the screen.<br /> “Hello?” Rob said and walked from the room.<br /> I think we urgently need to talk.<br /> For my kids.<br /> For me. <br /> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /> Curious to know what happens next? 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