Bound To The Beast

Daphne walked into the room, her breath catching in her throat at the sight before her—Adrian and Ophelia tangled in a moment of passion. On her matrimonial bed!The air was thick. It wrapped around her lungs like an iron fist, almost choking her to death. Her vision blurred as she struggled to process what she was seeing, though she wished she couldn’t.Adrian was supposed to be her husband and Ophelia, her step-sister even though things didn't work out well between them, but what happened to staying away from her husband? The air around her felt suffocating. Her hand went to her burning chest and she realized how in the act the both of them were, the more reason why they didn't hear her walk in. A raw, broken cry escaped Daphne’s lips. Adrian heard it immediately, his body going rigid. He froze, and his eyes widened with shock. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came. Daphne could see Ophelia, but there was no look of regret on her countenance. Instead, she adjusted on

“I have a right to make my own decision, Father, just as your daughter has made hers.” Daphne's voice resounded in the room with echoes. “And what is your decision, child?” “I will stay back in my Father's—”“Why is that?” Luna Whitmore questioned. The way she looked at Daphne reflected nothing but hate, but at the same time, there was Daphne who didn't care what the woman thought of her. “Tell me why you should stay back in this pack when so many lives are at stake?” “Mother,” Daphne spoke. “Your daughter is the one who should be there, not be.” “My daughter is pregnant. But there's you and you're not pregnant—” Luna Whitmore fought back. “You're not with a child. A child in Ophelia’s stomach is the reason she cannot go.” “But I am married!” Daphne shouted. “What marriage?” The Alpha stepped in once again. A slight chuckle ran out of his mouth. He looked at Adrian, his daughter before Daphne who moped at him. “A marriage where the husband no longer loves you? Because if he d

He could hear murmurs, but he didn't care. Why should he care about these women when none of them were related to him? Alpha Caius scanned the room. They were pretty women, with pretty tears clouded up in their eyes. But why should he care? As he was thinking, demarcating each woman and their tasks for him, his eyes stopped in the face of a woman he wanted to check out. It was Daphne. There was something about her. Something he could not lay his hands on. Something that made his wolf react aggressively. Who was she? But why should he care? Because he's seen so many women in the past, but not one as pretty as this exact woman. Aside from her beauty, there was something else about her that was different. Something he could not fathom. Something he could not place. Caius, for a moment, hesitated, then he walked closer and moved back a little, managing a smile he knew fully well he did not mean. He looked around the room once more, scanning each woman's face. After a long whi

She should turn around and leave. The embarrassment was too much - much more than what she's seen in The Mistwood Pack. “I, Alpha Caius, reject you as my mate.” The words kept resounding in her head. Even though it was a while since the rejection happened. What did she do to deserve this? She was an innocent woman who had committed no crime - none at all. When will all these end? These and more thoughts ran around in her head. The more she tried to make sense of it, the more senseless it sounded to her. A man who took her against her wish - turning out to be her mate. Did the moon goddess hate her so much? She should turn around and leave - she knew. But none of that would happen- not until she hadn't gotten the answer she knew she deserved. So she stayed. Settled on the floor, sobbing quietly while waiting. The Alpha took long - longer than any man should take when bathing - but she didn't care. She would wait until he was outside and then they would talk. And just as she

Alpha Edgar moped, refusing to believe. “What's that supposed to mean?” He asked, finally. The guard bowed, opened his mouth, and let it out. “Princess Daphne isn't in her chamber, my lord. I checked every nook and cranny when I broke the door just as you had asked. She is not there.” Edgar smiled. Slowly, he burst into laughter. Without saying a word to the guard, the old man was on his feet. His legs led him towards the main gate of the large hall, while many thoughts ran around in his head - he hoped that this was a joke. Someone walked behind him too. Usually, he would think it's the guard. But when the Alpha turned to take a look, there was nothing like the guard. The guard wasn't as close to him as Luna Whitmore who had a worried look on her face. “You must calm down, my lord.” “Who says I am not calm?” He chuckled, still moving. “The girl has nowhere to go - she has to be close. I believe the guard didn't check well when he broke into the space. Isn't it, my Luna?” Ho