“I'm the lycan of the American wolves. All packs on both continents are under my protection, and yet you wish for me to let you have your way with one of my most productive. Even provide assistance when necessary. Don't you think you ask for too much?” “I do. That's why I'm pleading for your mercy and kindness.” “I possess none of both qualities, but I do enjoy a good deal. I'll let you do as you want... if you become my sex slave. Your body will be mine, and I'll have you whenever, wherever, and however I please.” “Until my family is dethroned.” Belinda is what people call unfortunate. She is the result of an extramarital affair of the Luna of the Chicago Pack with a human, dooming her to be born an omega. At the age of 15, she loses her twin brother to a mysterious illness, and at 25, she has yet to awaken her wolf. On the morning of her wedding, her mate, the Beta of the pack, rejects her to be with her step-sister. Hours later, she is thrown into a river by her family and left to drown. It should have been the end of Belinda Knight, and it would have been, had her powers not awakened in her last moments of life. Belinda is transported back in time to exactly a year before her death. She has a chance to exact revenge on those who have wronged her, and she plans on taking that chance, but the Chicago Pack is powerful. Only one can rival them, the king of werewolves himself, the Lycan. But his support comes with a price.. she must give herself to him.
View MoreClairessa’s POV
The night couldn’t have been better. I had just graduated at the top of my class in software engineering and landed my dream job at Storm Innovations—the company owned by my boyfriend Adrian’s father. Everything in my life was finally coming together. I stood outside Adrian’s apartment, holding a bottle of champagne, excited to tell him the good news and celebrate.
I had planned every detail of the night in my head. We would toast to our future, laugh about the struggles of the past few years, and maybe even talk about taking the next big step in our relationship. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I felt like nothing could ruin it.
But as I reached for the door, my excitement shifted. The door was unlocked.
Adrian was always so careful about security. He’d warned me so many times about locking up and double-checking the door whenever I left. It was one of the things I teased him about, calling him “paranoid.” So why was the door wide open now?
“Adrian?” I called out, stepping inside.
Silence.
Something felt wrong. The living room was tidy, as usual, but the air felt heavy, like the calm before a storm. My heart began to beat faster, but I told myself I was overreacting. Maybe he’d just forgotten to lock up in his rush to get ready for our celebration.
Still holding the champagne, I made my way down the hallway toward his bedroom. My heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor, the only sound in the quiet apartment. That’s when I heard it.
A woman’s soft moans.
At first, I thought I was imagining things, but then Adrian’s voice followed. It was low and rough, almost unrecognizable.
“Do you like that, baby?”
I froze, my entire body going cold.
This couldn’t be happening.
For a moment, I just stood there, my mind racing to make sense of what I was hearing. Maybe it wasn’t what it sounded like. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. I wanted to believe that more than anything.
But I had to know.
With shaky hands, I pushed the door open.
What I saw knocked the breath out of me.
Adrian was on top of a woman, his body moving against hers in a way that left no doubt about what they were doing. Her bright red nails dug into his back as she moaned his name, her fiery red hair spread across the pillow. I couldn’t see her face, but it didn’t matter. The truth was right in front of me.
The bottle of champagne slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor. The sound was deafening in the silence that followed.
Adrian’s head snapped up. “Clairessa!”
He scrambled off the bed, grabbing for something to cover himself, but I couldn’t bear to look at him. My chest felt like it was caving in, and my legs felt weak.
I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t face him or the woman he was with. Without saying a word, I turned and ran.
“Claire, wait!” Adrian’s voice was desperate, but I didn’t stop.
Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled down the stairs, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to get out.
When I finally stopped running, I found myself standing at Jessica’s door. My hands were shaking as I knocked, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The door opened, and Jessica’s face immediately filled with concern. “Claire? What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears I had been holding back came flooding out as I stepped inside and threw my arms around her.
“Adrian…” My voice cracked. “I caught him with someone else.”
Jessica stiffened, her arms tightening around me. “What? That bastard!”
“He was in bed with another woman,” I sobbed. “I saw him... with her.”
Jessica guided me to the couch and sat me down, holding me close as I cried. “I’m so sorry, Claire,” she said softly, her voice full of anger and sadness. “You didn’t deserve this.”
“I thought he loved me,” I whispered. “I thought we were happy.”
Jessica pulled back to look at me, her expression fierce. “Listen to me. This isn’t your fault. Adrian is an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s losing. You’ve always been too good for him.”
“But I don’t know what to do now,” I said, my voice breaking again.
Jessica wiped a tear from my cheek. “What you’re not going to do is sit here crying over him. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”
“I can’t help it,” I said. “I loved him. I built my whole world around him.”
“And now it’s time to build a new world—one without him,” Jessica said firmly. “You’ve spent too much time putting him first, Claire. It’s time to put yourself first.”
Her words stirred something inside me. I didn’t want to feel this way—weak, broken, powerless. I wanted to feel strong again.
Jessica stood up and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. “We’re going out tonight. No rules, no regrets. Just you and me, having fun and forgetting about him.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted.
“You can,” she said with a determined look. “And you will. Trust me, Claire. This is what you need.”
I hesitated but then nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Jessica’s face lit up with a grin. “That’s my girl. And I know just the place—the private billionaire’s club I’ve been telling you about. It’s perfect.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “That doesn’t really sound like my kind of place.”
“It’s not,” she said, laughing. “But maybe that’s exactly why you need to go. Step out of your comfort zone, Claire. Show the world—and Adrian—that you’re not the kind of woman who stays down.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue. Within minutes, Jessica had transformed me into someone I barely recognized.
The dress she picked was tight and black, with red velvet laces on the sides that clung to my body. It was shorter than anything I’d ever worn, stopping just above my thighs. My makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and bright red lips, and my hair hung in soft waves around my face.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked confident, daring, and fearless—everything I didn’t feel but wanted to be.
The old me was gone. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I wanted her back.
It had been so long since Belinda had driven a car that she'd forgotten how bad she was at it. She'd never taken the driver's license test, after all. However, how badly she drove was the least of her problems. The instant Belinda arrived at the Chicago Pack estate, she jumped out of the vehicle and raced to the gate. Something was off. It wasn't just that the gates were open, or that the night was eerily quiet for a location that was under attack. It was the strange black veil that was blocking her view of what was happening on the other side. Drawing closer, Belinda inspected it, but she didn't understand anything more than the fact it was definitely made with magic. It was the work of the Sorcerer Clan then.Slowly, she lightly touched a finger on the veil. Her finger passed right through. There was a moment of hesitation before Belinda took a step forward, pushing her body through the black veil. Just like her finger, she passed through without any hitch, and what she saw on the
Dr Monroe glanced at the screen at his side, then at the woman who was having her insides scanned. He repeated the process, and once he was satisfied with the result, he smiled down at her. "Everything is good, Mrs. De Lacey. Your babies are healthy and are developing at the expected pace." "It isn't Mrs. De Lacey yet. The Lycan and I aren't officially married." Looking down at her exposed belly, Belinda rubbed the little bump that had just begun to form. A smile automatically spread across her lips, as it always did when she thought of the two lives growing inside her. Yes, despite all the hardships she'd been put through, her babies were healthy. They only had to cross one more hurdle before they could finally achieve the happiness they wanted. However, it wasn't a small hurdle. "Thank you, doctor. I'll be on my way now." After packing her bags, Belinda headed to the driveway, where three of the Lycan's finest fighters were waiting for her. Draven had insisted she d
Belinda watched from backstage, hidden from the rest of the werewolves parking the large auditorium. Every non-minor member of the Chicago Pack was present, and it was a very rowdy event indeed. It was obvious they were all anxious. No doubt every wolf in the world had seen the announcement on the community forum made by the Lycan's official account. The Lycan himself wasn't present. He was occupied with preparations for war, but nobody doubted where he stood on the matter of appointment of the new alpha of the Chicago Pack. Belinda couldn't tell if the people's reaction was good or bad, but they definitely had a reaction. The noise did reduce as Derek came into view, climbing onto the stage. He'd healed a whole lot from his injuries, but he was still obviously weakened. Everyone waited for him to position himself, watching as he stood behind the microphone, his face pale and his expression serious. He had two other men behind him, two very old werewolves. Belinda thought it was pre
Derek could feel pain. Not the agonizing type that made it difficult to so much as breathe, but still enough that he ached everywhere. That was a good thing, he guessed. It meant the doctors had decided he was healthy enough to not need sedatives shot into his system every five minutes. That still left their terrible meal choices, though. Sitting on his bed, pillows stacked behind him to help him stay up straight, he stared at the warm bowl of chicken soup resting on his thighs. All the while, he silently cursed the nurses. Did they not realize he'd recently resurrected from the dead? Soup just wouldn't cut it. He deserved a seven-course meal.Derek was still sulking about his menu, when his ears caught the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He could tell they didn't belong to his caregivers, his nose could pick up the newcomer's scent after all. The door swung open and a familiar face surfaced. "I was wondering when you'd come to see me," Derek remarked daily, but his tone lack
The moment was nothing like Belinda expected. She knew how death worked. She'd fully understood what it meant to kill her own blood. Yet, the experience itself was more... empty than she'd expected. Sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table, she stared across at the lifeless body of her parents. Even in death, her father still managed to appear handsome and proud. Somehow, he still managed to look down on her, with just the right amount of spite to show he never cared about her. As for her mother, she'd died more hideously. It was obvious she'd struggled against what was happening to her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her expression was twisted, and in her open eyes was the shock and anger she'd felt while dying. The sight of those two was supposed to stir something deep in Belinda, but all she felt was a large void. No pain, no sadness, no anger. Not even a hint of guilt for the atrocity she'd just committed. Had her parents meant that little to her?Rather than br
Georgina turned at the sound of footsteps approaching, in time to watch Maddox enter the dining room. She searched his face for information, but his mood was unreadable. Her attention shifted one other person followed behind him. "Did it work?" Georgina asked the sorcerer. Before replying, Maddox pulled back the chair at the head of the rectangular table, relaxing into it as he sat down. "Was there any doubt it would?" There was a clear arrogance in his tone.Georgina ignored him, moving to the woman who stood stiffly at a place with a dazed expression. "How are you feeling, Belinda?" She placed a hand on each of her daughter's arms. In the past, Belinda would have flinched at her mother's touch, but now, she did nothing. As though her body was present, but her mind was not. "Just a slight headache." She replied. "And my skin still aches from the silver chain." Tenderly, Georgina rubbed her daughter's upper arm, although that was not nearly the part of her body that ached
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