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."
View More“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 POV“The inspection is complete,” I announced, trying to keep my voice steady despite the chaos in my chest. “Thank you for the equipment donation.”“Actually, Alpha Dominic,” Nora said, stepping closer to him with that simpering smile, “I was hoping we could discuss something more personal.”My stomach clenched. Here it comes.My hands started to shake slightly. Three days of dealing with resistant women, questioning my authority, challenging every decision I made.Nora had been among the worst of them, constantly undermining me in front of the other trainees. And now she was practically throwing herself at Dominic right in front of everyone.My father’s jaw was tight. “This is neither the time nor place—”“Oh, I think it’s the perfect time,” Nora interrupted, moving even closer to Dominic. Her voice took on a flirtatious tone that made my skin crawl. “After all, when does a woman get the chance to meet such a distinguished Alpha?”“Nora, that’s enough,” I said firmly.Agai
Dominic's povThe moment we stepped inside the training facility, the noise hit me. Nearly thirty women engaged in various exercises, their voices mixing with the sound of wooden weapons clashing and feet moving on practice mats. The space was huge and well-designed, with high ceilings and excellent lighting.“This is the main training floor,” Penelope said in her professional voice. “We can accommodate multiple exercise groups simultaneously.”But I wasn’t really listening to her words. Her scent was overwhelming in the enclosed space. Pine and vanilla mixed with something wild and fierce that made my wolf pace frantically in my mind. The awakened bloodline had changed her, made her more than she’d been before.“Ice Cream Uncle,” Debbie said, tugging on my hand, “look at all the weapons!”She pointed toward an impressive display along the far wall. Swords, bows, daggers, and modern tactical equipment. Everything looked professional grade, not training toys.“Very impressive,” I said,
Dominic’s POV“Debbie, slow down,” Nathan called as his granddaughter dragged me toward the training facility. His voice carried a warning, but Debbie was too excited to notice.“You have to see the inside, Ice Cream Uncle,” she chattered. “Mommy made everything perfect for training. There’s weapon racks and practice mats and even a strategy room!”Nathan moved to walk beside us. “Debbie, maybe we should—”“Oh! And there’s this really cool obstacle course that’s almost finished,” Debbie continued, completely oblivious to the tension. “Mommy says it’ll help with agility training.”Through the large windows, I could see women training inside. Their movements were coordinated and skilled, but more importantly, I could see Penelope moving among them like a general commanding troops.“Is your mother in there now?” I asked.“Uh-huh,” Debbie nodded enthusiastically. “She’s always here these days. Grandma says she works too much, but mommy says the program is too important to do halfway.”Nath
Dominic’s POVThe Iron Mountain Pack guards stepped out of their station when my convoy approached. Three men with rifles, all wearing the dark blue uniforms that meant serious business. They’d been notified and were expecting me, but that didn’t mean they were happy about it.“Alpha Dominic,” the lead guard said. His voice had no warmth. “The former Alpha Nathan is waiting for you at the main gate.”I pulled through the checkpoint and saw Nathan standing beside his truck. He wasn’t alone. Two of his senior pack members flanked him, both wearing grim expressions. This wasn’t a welcome committee. This was a warning.I stepped out of my vehicle and walked toward them. Nathan’s face was stone cold. His gray eyes held the kind of anger that had been building for years.“So,” Nathan said without any greeting. “You decided to show up on my territory after all.”“The council requires inter-pack cooperation,” I replied carefully. “My trucks are loaded with training equipment for Penelope’s pro
Penelope’s POVI stood at the front of the newly constructed training facility, studying the faces of thirty female werewolves who represented the future of pack defense. They sat in neat rows on temporary benches, their ages ranging from sixteen to forty-five, drawn from a dozen different packs across our territory.The younger women leaned forward with bright eyes and eager postures, their hands folded neatly in their laps as they waited for instruction, but the older participants told a different story entirely.Three women in the back row whispered among themselves, their arms crossed defensively as they shot occasional glances toward me that bordered on hostile.Lola Grey, a woman in her fourties from the Ridge Pack, raised her hand tentatively. “Commander, with respect, many of us have families to care for. How are we supposed to balance intensive training with our domestic responsibilities?”Before I could respond, another voice cut through the air. Janet Stone from the Riverda
Dominic’s POVI stared at the laboratory report spread across my mahogany desk, the black ink seeming to burn permanent marks into my retinas. “99.97% probability of paternity.” The words might as well have been branded into my brain. This was the hundredth time I’d read those same results since leaving the hospital three days ago.My fingers traced the edges of the official letterhead. Debbie was mine. That fierce little girl with the red hair and Penelope’s stubborn look belonged to me. I knew the truth now, and it made me happy and hurt at the same time.I reached for my phone again, thumb hovering over Penelope’s contact. The screen showed three missed calls already today, all sent straight to voicemail without a single ring. She was avoiding me deliberately, probably having my number blocked entirely.My wolf snarled inside my mind, pacing restlessly behind my ribs. Claim them. Take what’s ours. Go to her now.“Shut up,” I muttered aloud, pressing my palms against my temples.The
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