Fated mates? Please. Dominic hates Penelope with every ounce of his being. Her adoptive father murdered his first love, and their marriage was a cage built on anything but love. Penelope's had enough of Dominic's coldness and his lover’s provocations. She ends their mate bond once and for all. What Dominic doesn’t know? His mate leaves with his pup growing inside her. Five years later, Penelope returns with a new identity—strong, radiant, and untouchable Female Alpha. The truth comes crashing down on Dominic, and he scrambles to fix the mess he created."Come back to me. Let me take care of you and our child," he begs.Penelope sneers, her gaze cutting through him. "Sorry. My child has no father."
ดูเพิ่มเติม“Dominic, I beg you,” I gasped sharply as my mate Dominic thrust into me hard. Each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my body, but something was missing. Love. “Please—just one kiss—”
He rammed deeper, making me cry out. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my breasts. It felt so good, but the physical connection felt empty, devoid of any tenderness or passion. Just raw, angry mating we both enjoyed.
“A kiss?” he asked contemptuously. “You think you deserve that?”
I stared up at the ceiling, tears sliding down my temples. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he continued his relentless pace, making me pant.
“It was an accident,” I whispered brokenly. “He didn’t mean it. He proved it before he died—”
“Your adoptive father,” he spat venomously, “murdered Isabella in cold blood. His death changes nothing.”
His fingers dug into my flesh as he increased his pace. The burning between my legs intensified until I thought I would split apart. Stars burst behind my eyelids from the pain.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered harshly. “I want to see your shame while I claim what’s mine.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his cold gray stare. No trace of love or warmth resided there. Only disgust and rage stared back at me.
The mate bond had manifested when I turned eighteen. I’d been walking alone in the pack gardens, lost in my thoughts. Then Dominic rounded the corner. One breath of his scent was all it took—the ancient magic flared to life between us instantly.
But his heart belonged to Isabella already.
His childhood sweetheart. The woman my adoptive father allegedly murdered. Her death poisoned any chance of Dominic accepting me as his true mate.
His thrusts grew more erratic. A strangled groan escaped his throat as he finished. He pulled out immediately, leaving me cold and empty on the sweat-soaked sheets.
“Dominic,” I called weakly. Pain stabbed through my abdomen, sharper than usual. Something felt wrong.
He didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at me as he dressed efficiently and strode from the room. The door slammed with finality behind him.
I curled onto my side, shaking violently. Wetness trickled down my thighs. When I touched the sheets between my legs, my fingers came away red with blood.
The room spun sickeningly. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, nearly dropping it twice before managing to dial.
“Sarah?” My voice trembled. “I need you. Please hurry.”
The pack healer arrived within minutes, medical bag in hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood-stained sheets.
“Let me examine you, Luna.” she said worriedly, snapping on latex gloves.
The examination was gentle but thorough. Every touch made me wince. When she finished, Sarah sat carefully beside me.
“You’re pregnant,” she announced gravely.
“That’s impossible,” I argued frantically. “I’ve been taking the preventative herbs religiously—”
“Sometimes they fail,” she explained patiently. “And in your weakened state, your body can’t handle this kind of treatment. You need rest and care.”
Terror clawed at my throat. “You can’t tell Dominic,” I begged desperately. “Please, Sarah. He’ll—” The words stuck in my throat. We both knew what Dominic would do to ensure no pup of mine survived.
“Patient confidentiality,” she assured me firmly. “But you must take care of yourself. Both of you.”
She cleaned me up efficiently, changing the bloody sheets while I processed this news. The moment she left, I dragged myself to the shower on trembling legs.
I stood under the shower, turning the knob until the water burned. I scrubbed my skin raw, washing him off me. Still felt dirty. Still felt owned. My teeth chattered even as steam clouded around me.
I wrapped myself in a robe and tried to sleep. Impossible. My mind raced with every insult, every cruel word he’d ever thrown at me.
The clock struck midnight. I got up, my bare feet padding silently across cold marble floors.
A laugh stopped me—a woman’s voice, coming from Dominic’s study. Then his low growl in response.
I froze. Should’ve walked away. Should’ve protected what little dignity I had left.
Instead, I crept forward.
The study door wasn’t fully closed. I peered through the gap and my stomach dropped. Dominic was flirting
with Kelsey, Isabella’s sister, on his desk. Her dark curls spilled across his papers as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her lips.Those curls, so much like Isabella’s. Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.
“I hate seeing you with her,” Kelsey whispered ardently between kisses. “It tortures me.”
“She means nothing,” Dominic replied dismissively. “Just a duty. You’re who I want.”
My hand pressed instinctively against my still-flat stomach. The tiny life growing inside me deserved better than a father who would hate its very existence.
We both deserved more than this mockery of a bond.
I returned to our room, mind racing while I paced frantically.
The mate bond felt like a collar around my throat, choking my spirit. Pack law claimed it couldn’t be broken—that’s what they taught every wolf from birth. Unbreakable. Sacred. Forever.
But my grandmother once told me differently. Before she died, she whispered about rare wolves with ancient bloodlines who could reject the bond. “Only those with the purest blood can break what the Moon Goddess binds,” she’d said. I’d thought it was just a bedtime story.
Now I wondered.
The bond between Dominic and me felt different from what I’d heard described by other mated pairs. There was something unusual in how it formed, how it pulled at me. Like my blood was fighting it, even as my mind submitted.
If I could break it…if I could free myself…
But who was I? Just an orphan. Nobody special.
I pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling the tiny flutter inside. I needed to try. For both of us. Even if I failed, I had to fight for our freedom.
My knees hit the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, I pressed my palms together.
“Mother Moon—” The prayer died on my lips as footsteps approached.
“Still praying?” Dominic’s mocking voice interrupted. “How predictable.”
I rose slowly to face him. For once, the sight of him didn’t make my heart race. A strange calm settled over me instead.
“We need to talk,” I stated firmly.
“About what?” he demanded contemptuously. “Your pathetic attempts at seduction? Or perhaps your habit of spying on private moments?”
“About ending this,” I replied steadily. “I want to break our mate bond.”
Penelope’s POVEdward’s handsome face appeared on my phone screen as I answered his call. The background behind him showed what looked like an expensive office.“Penelope,” he said pleasantly. “It’s wonderful to see your beautiful face. How have you been managing all your new responsibilities?”“I’m well, thank you,” I replied, forcing a smile that felt more natural than I’d expected given my emotional turmoil moments before. “How are you holding up during this difficult time? I can’t imagine how stressful this must be for your entire family.”“I’ve just returned from a lengthy expedition,” Edward explained, adjusting his position in what looked like a leather chair. “Pack business that unfortunately couldn’t be delayed, even with everything else happening. Now I’m handling most of our territorial affairs as my father’s proxy while he deals with these ridiculous accusations.”He paused, his gaze growing more intent as he looked at me through the screen. A smile spread across his featur
Penelope’s POVThe words struck a nerve, but I fought to keep my face calm. Inside my chest, my heart hammered against my ribs while my mind conjured up unwanted images.“I told you about that before, remember?” I said carefully, surprised by how steady my voice sounded despite the chaos in my head. “Ice Cream Uncle is starting his own family now.”But even as I spoke, memories crashed over me like waves against a breaking shore.Five years ago, stumbling through the dark forest alone, my belly huge with pregnancy, while Dominic remained completely unaware that he had created a child. I’d been terrified, exhausted, and heartbroken, believing he would reject both of us if he knew the truth.Now he was tenderly accompanying Kelsey to prenatal appointments, holding her hand through medical checkups, probably discussing baby names and nursery colors.The considerate, caring partner I’d desperately wanted him to be was finally emerging—just not for me or my daughter.The irony burned in my
Penelope’s POVAs Debbie spoke, I noticed how her fingers unconsciously drifted toward the gauze on her forehead, touching it lightly before she caught herself and dropped her hand. Her small lips pressed together in a stubborn line, refusing to acknowledge any discomfort despite what must have been a painful wound.“You were very brave to help your friend,” I said carefully, studying her face for any signs of serious injury the doctors might have missed. “But sweetheart, I need you to understand something important.”Debbie tilted her head, waiting for my words with the serious attention she reserved for what she considered grown-up conversations.I placed both hands gently on her narrow shoulders, looking directly into her eyes. “Even though your abilities are much stronger than other children your age, you must still learn to protect yourself first. You can’t help anyone else if you get seriously hurt.”“But Tommy was crying,” Debbie protested, her voice rising earnestly. “The bigge
Penelope’s POVI sat cross-legged on the living room floor, thick research folders spread across the coffee table in neat rows. Statistics, charts, and training manuals created a paper landscape of data that told a damning story about female werewolf education across the territories.My finger traced along a particularly egregious graph showing skill distribution among female pack members. “Look at this,” I muttered, highlighting another section with my pen.Dad approached quietly. He settled into his favorite armchair and leaned forward to examine the papers I’d arranged.“Seventy-three percent of female werewolves are only permitted to learn throwing weapons,” I explained, pointing to the relevant chart. “Knives, small spears, slings—anything that allows them to fight from a distance.”“And hand-to-hand combat?” Dad asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.“Completely prohibited in most packs,” I replied, flipping to another folder. “The official reasoning is that
Kelsey’s POVI turned my face away sharply, irritation flaring hot in my chest. “I don’t know you,” I said coldly, taking a step backward. “Whatever you think you’re doing, I suggest you stop before you get yourself in trouble.”The man chuckled, a low sound that made my skin prickle with unease. His gaze remained fixed on my protruding belly, and that malicious smile widened until I could see too many teeth.“Come now, don’t be like that,” he drawled, moving closer despite my obvious retreat. “I’ve been looking for you for quite some time, actually. Didn’t expect to run into you here, of all places.”My pulse quickened, but I kept my voice level and threatening. “I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re mistaken. My mate Dominic is right over there, and if you continue harassing me, he won’t hesitate to deal with you.”I gestured toward the parking lot where Dominic’s silhouette was visible beside his car, hoping the threat would be enough to make this stranger back off.Instead, t
Kelsey’s POVMy heart sank like a stone dropping into dark water, but I forced my lips into what I hoped looked like a genuine smile. The muscles in my face felt stiff and unnatural as I arranged my features into an expression of joy.“That’s wonderful news, Dominic!” I exclaimed, my voice pitched higher than usual to mask the bitter disappointment in my stomach. “Debbie finally has a father who can love and protect her properly.”Dominic’s eyes were still bright with shock and joy, completely absorbed in processing this life-changing revelation. He didn’t notice the effort it took me to maintain my fake smile.“She’s been mine all along,” he said wonderingly.Dominic’s eyes still held that dazed, euphoric look of a man who’d just discovered his entire world had shifted. He stared at me as if seeing me for the first time, and I realized with growing panic that my position in his life had just become infinitely more precarious.I needed to act quickly before he started questioning every
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