My beautiful savior's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in, his voice low and rumbling. “Little one, how do you envision their deaths?” he asked, his words dripping with power and command. I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Their deaths? I have never thought about the end of this, They are my family. “I...I don't know,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. Fear constricted my throat, making it hard to breathe. Maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. My savior's expression softened as if he could feel my fear. “Take your time, little one,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “Their fate is now in your hands.” Fiona had always faced cruelty at the hands of her father, stepsister, and her stepmother. Tagging her as the unfortunate one of the family who had killed her mother. Until the day when her father sold her to the alpha king to pay for his debts. Fiona thought life would be better anywhere away from home and took the chance but how can a human girl survive in a werewolf world with lots of enemies? Her hope for freedom suddenly becomes blurry and now she has to fight even harder for love and respect.
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I'm the most unlucky person in the world.
That was all I could think about as I knelt on the ground cleaning the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. That was my stepmother's way of punishing me for waking up late even though I was sick.
“Make it sparkle! I want to see my face in those tiles when you're done” My stepsister mocked me as she passed by the guest bathroom. I ignored her as I'd grown accustomed to the insults and unfair treatment I received in my own house.
My back was sore and aching when I finally finished after hours of cleaning. My fever had gone up but of course, no one cared about that. I joined the rest of the family in the living room and sat down for lunch when my father snapped at me.
“What do you think you're doing?” His voice startled me.
“I-I want to eat…”
“Then go to the kitchen and wait for the leftovers. Don't be greedy” I still found it hard to believe just how terribly my own father treated me, especially since he married my stepmother.
“But I'm sick, father,” I said with a chest-rattling cough at the end.
My father rose to his feet. His face was a mix of anger and annoyance.
“Maybe this illness will finally rid us of your bad luck. It's the least you deserve after killing your mother. Now get out!”
I stood up weakly, hot tears making their way down my face. Maybe they were all right and I was unfortunate and unlucky. My mother had died when I was five because she'd gone out in a storm when I insisted on having a cake for my birthday. I was just a child but I'd carried that guilt with me my entire life. The constant reminder I got from everyone around me didn't help.
I waited in the kitchen and I barely got any food after they were done eating.
“Fiona, get a bag and go to the market. Here's a list of things you'll be getting and here's the money. Don't you dare lose it” my stepmother tossed a small piece of paper and a bundle of cash to me.
I could barely even walk, yet I was supposed to go to the market. I didn't bother protesting. Perhaps I'd go stand in front of a car so I could finally be released of my burden.
I somehow managed to reach the market on foot. It was just 15 minutes away from my house. I kept pushing away the nausea I felt due to all the smells and the hot sun. While I was busy selecting some fruit at the stall, I suddenly heard people screaming and I saw them rubbing away but I couldn't understand what was happening.
I saw a man running in my direction. He was going so fast I barely had time to react. He grabbed me as soon as he reached me and I screamed.
“Let go of me! Who are you?”
The man simply sneered as she shone his sharp canines at me. My blood immediately ran cold. He was a werewolf. For years I'd heard about they're growing population but I'd never actually encountered one since I was always in the house.
“Please don't hurt me”
“Shut up” He growled at me.
Just then, I saw another person approaching us. The man was tall and very clearly muscular. He had a calm expression on his face as he stalked towards me and the werewolf holding me hostage.
“Take a step back unless you want humans getting hurt” My kidnapper yelled. His voice was shaky, he was scared of this man.
“You're pathetic,” The man said as he continued to come closer. His aura was so strong and overpowering, I found myself transfixed by him.
The werewolf bared his fangs towards my neck, threatening to end my life but the man didn't seem to care.
“If you kill her, you'll have nothing standing between me and you, then you'll run but I'll catch you. Then I'll sever your head. I gave you rogues a chance to leave. This is your punishment for refusing”
I was still processing what he'd said when he dashed towards the other man. I heard a sickening crack and in the blink of an eye, his head was staring at me on the ground. That was enough to make me puke my guts out. I fell to the ground as I barged out what little I had in my tummy.
The man lowered himself to the ground and stared at me. His eyes were golden, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I knew he was a werewolf too. There were people gathered around us but I didn't notice them.
“Are you okay?” He asked me.
I nodded my head slightly but I only felt more dizzy. I knew I'd already spent too much time outside. If I didn't return soon, I would be the one getting beheaded by my stepmother.
“T-thank you” I managed to say and rose to my feet, picking up my bag of groceries with me.
“You don't seem well”
“I'm fine please,” I said before I bolted out of there without giving him a chance to speak
When I got back, My stepmother and Stepsister, Unice were seated in the living room and I just knew they'd been waiting for me.
“There she is mother” Unice pointed at me. She was almost five years younger than me but she had no respect whatsoever.
“I sent you to the market and you went to see a man?!” Stepmother thundered.
“I… what?” my head was spinning in all directions by then.
“I saw you in the market with that man who was holding you. You're so shameless”
“That's not what happened” I replied weakly but my stepmother had already risen to her feet. It was then I noticed the belt she had in her hand.
“No, please!” I begged and cried but she didn't listen as the belt continued to hit my skin. I didn't know how long it lasted before I finally passed out.
When I woke up, I was still on the floor in the exact same place I'd been when my stepmother decided to whip me. My body was sore and hot enough to boil water. I could barely move and I felt pain every time I moved to check the marks on my battered body.
“Oh, you're awake. Good, we'll be having a guest coming tonight” My father's voice brought me back to reality as he sat at the dining table holding a newspaper.
“You're of no use in this house and I have debts so I've decided to use you to pay back” He spoke so nonchalantly that it took me a few seconds to process what he was saying.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I sold you to the Alpha King”
FIONA'S POV.The silence in the room was heavy after Marcellus left. I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped protectively around my belly, trying to reassure myself. “He’ll be back soon,” I whispered, but the words didn’t chase away the lingering fear. The muffled sounds of chaos outside didn’t help. My instincts told me to stay calm, but every fiber of my being wanted to run after Marcellus, to be near him. A sudden creak from the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My head whipped toward the sound, my heart racing. The door swung open violently, and a figure stepped in. “Lena?” I gasped, recognizing the Alpha’s daughter who had always been cold and distant toward me. She shut the door behind her with a slam, her movements sharp and furious. Her eyes, wild with rage, locked onto mine. “You,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. I instinctively backed up, pressing against the headboard. “Lena, what are you doing here? Marcellus told me to stay here—” “Shut up!” she snapped
MARCELLUS’ POV.It was a cool evening, the stars twinkling in the clear sky I had been planning this for days, making sure everything was perfect. Fiona deserved nothing less. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as I guided her outside the packhouse. “Patience, my love,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You’ll see soon enough.” She clutched my arm as we walked through the garden, her steps light but hesitant. The cool night air made her cheeks rosy, and her fiery red hair shone under the moonlight. She looked breathtaking, as she always did. Finally, we reached the spot I had prepared. A blanket was spread out on the soft grass, surrounded by lanterns that cast a warm, flickering light. A basket full of her favorite snacks sat in the center, and a small bouquet of wildflowers rested beside it. Her eyes widened as she took it all in. “Marcellus… this is beautiful.” I watched her reaction closely, feeling a wave of satisfaction at her
MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun was blazing hot as Raymond and I stood in the training arena, sweat dripping down my face as I readied myself for another sparring session. I couldn’t help but smirk at him as he adjusted his stance, trying to look confident. “You ready to lose, Raymond?” I teased, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You talk big for someone who barely landed a hit last time.” “Barely?” I raised a brow. “Let’s settle this with a wager then. The winner gets a wish granted by the loser. Deal?” Raymond hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Deal. Don’t cry when you lose, Alpha.” We circled each other, the air thick with tension and determination. He came at me fast, throwing a punch that I dodged easily. I countered with a swift kick that nearly knocked him off his feet. For a moment, I thought I had him, but Raymond was nothing if not crafty. He feigned a stumble and came back with a series o
FIONA’S POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. I sat on the bed, my hand resting on my now-visible baby bump. It still felt surreal, knowing that three little lives were growing inside me. Marcellus walked into the room carrying a tray of food, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Good morning, my love,” he said, placing the tray on the bedside table. I smiled at him, though I couldn’t hide the slight frown as I glanced at the food. My eating habits had been all over the place these past few months. Some days I couldn’t stop eating, while on others, even the smell of food made my stomach turn. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting beside me and taking my hand. “I’m just not sure if I can eat,” I admitted. He gave me a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just try a little, for me? And for the babies?” His words always had a way of melting my worries. I nodded, picking up a piece of toast. As I ate, Marcellus wa
FIONA'S POV I sat on the sofa in Marcellus’s room, my legs tucked under me as I absentmindedly flipped through a book. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, warming the room and making everything feel peaceful. Marcellus was at his desk, stacks of files surrounding him as he worked. It was strange seeing him like this—calm, focused, and completely off I couldn’t help but watch him. His golden hair caught the light as he leaned forward, his brows furrowed in concentration. Every so often, he’d glance at me and smile, making my heart flutter. “This is nice,” I said softly, leaning back against the cushions. “I could get used to this.” He chuckled without looking up. “Used to what? Watching me work?” “Used to spending quiet days with you,” I replied, smiling. “It’s peaceful.” Marcellus looked up then, his eyes softening. “I wish every day could be like this,” he said, his voice full of warmth. I felt a surge of happiness, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomac
LENA’S POV The room was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every little noise louder. I sat on the edge of my bed, my nails tapping against the wooden frame as I stared out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the pack grounds. My father was late. I checked the time again, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming into the empty room. Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the creak of the door opening. Father walked in, his face stern and his steps heavy. “Lena,” he said, closing the door behind him. “It’s late. What’s the matter now?” I didn’t wait for him to come closer. Instead, I jumped up and ran to him, grabbing his arm as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Father,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “It’s ruined! Everything is ruined!” He frowned, his hands resting on my shoulders. “What are you talking about, child? What’s ruined?” “Marcellus,” I cried, my voice shaking. “He knows. He knows it was all an act!
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