LOGIN"If you force yourself on me, I will never forgive you. You'll have to take me kicking and screaming," I warned. At my words, his face became grave then he looked at me, making me feel a little more intimidated than I'm used to. "Whether silent or screaming, I will fuck you. You my mate and you will carry my heir, that's your role" He used his Alpha tone on me. It hurt. Not physically, but emotionally it did. He was ordering his own mate around like I was just another pack member. Why would he treat me any different? That was a silly thing to expect from him. He took his duty very seriously. His job came first before any thing else
View MoreAURORA'S POV
The house smelled faintly of lilies.
The same ones that had been placed over my sister’s coffin, Sarah.
Her dead wolf’s scent was now faint everywhere and the corners of the pack house that used to echo with laughter now felt empty.
We had just returned from the burial. The soil was still fresh on our shoes and the sky was still dark. My mother’s veil was soaked from the drizzle that began the moment they lowered the coffin into the ground.
No one spoke when we entered the pack house not until when my father, the Alpha entered inside.
He tossed his coat onto the sofa, his expression cold and composed, as though the funeral had been nothing.
"Aurora ....",
“We just buried her, Kane, please, not now. Not this conversation again.” As soon as my father started, my mother immediately cut him shot in mid sentence. She was standing by the doorway, her trembling hands gripping the edge of the table.
“This conversation is long overdue,” My father turned slowly toward my mother, his face calm in the way that frightened me most.
“We both know why she did it.”
My heart clenched at his words. I stared at him, shaking my head.
"She didn’t want to get married to him but still the agreement was already signed and we have to fulfill it, Aurora is going to replace her", My father spoke, point blank.
My mother gasped softly, clutching her chest. “kane. stop! How can you say that? She is not his mate, what will she do when her real mate comes", She cried but he ignored her.
"Aurora you going to get married on behalf of your sister", My father said, his tone flat and final,
My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment after listening to him and my knees buckled. My mother rushed forward, catching me before I hit the floor.
“Please, Dad. Please, not me” I cried out. I couldn’t take it anymore. My throat burned, my chest heaved, and every breath felt like swallowing fire.
“Aurora dear, you don’t have an option. I’ll destroy everything you have ever wanted. I’ll destroy your life if you don’t do this,” he said calmly.
“Kane, please. She’s all I have left. Haven’t you done enough? Haven’t we lost enough?”,
My mother stood between us then spoke with her voice trembling but firm.
“Lost enough? How are we going to rule this pack without his help. “The agreement was made, Clara. Alpha Dane gave us his warriors to protect this pack from the rogues. It’s done. Whether it was Sarah or Aurora doesn’t matter anymore. Our word must be kept.” His eyes flicked to her with irritation.
My mother’s lips parted in shock. “You can’t mean that. You can’t give her away too!” She stepped closer to him. “We just buried our daughter, Kane! You want to replace her with our last child? You’re not thinking straight!”
"I’m trying to protect this one before she follows the same path Clara.” My father retorted angrily.
“Protect her?” My mother’s voice cracked. “By selling her to a ruthless Alpha twice her age? To a criminal., he killed his own mate now he wants my little daughter", My mother spoke.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he poured himself a drink. The clink of the glass echoed in the silence, making the situation worse.
Everything was just a joke to him. I was a joke to him. My life, my happiness didn’t matter to him. Tears freely fell from my eyes as I shook my head, unable to accept what he was doing to me.
My mother moved towards to him again. “Please, don’t give our second daughter away. We don’t even know what happened to the first. Yes we saw the suicide note, Kane but it didn’t make sense! She was scared, but someone must have killed her!”
My father immediately slammed his glass down on the table after my mom's words. “She killed herself! Because she refused to do what was right for this pack!”
The sound made me flinch. My mother pressed her lips together to stifle a sob. She clutched my hand tightly as though she could protect me from him.
“Now, go and prepare your things Aurora , He will be here soon. So, you better look presentable for him,” he said.
My mother’s finger nails elongated and dug into my arm. She was pissed off but had nothing to do.
“Kane, no. Please, don’t make her do this.” She spoke but he turned away from her completely, not interested anymore.
“No, I won’t!” I shouted and that made him halt his movement. Anger and defiance were my last resort. He wouldn’t listen to my pleading.
“Shut up!” he roared, making me flinch.
“Please, she’s not ready,” my mother whispered, tears streaming down her face. “You’re pushing her to the same fate. Don’t you see? You’re killing her too.”
“Enough, Clara!” he barked. “He’s the well-feared Alpha. You will treat him with respect after the marriage. You will do whatever he wants you to do. He has already signed the papers and that makes him your husband. Learn to obey and respect your father!” he shouted, and I didn’t know what to say or do. I sat there on the floor lifelessly listening to him.
My mother’s sobs filled the room. She knelt before him, her pride forgotten. “Kane, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this to her. I’ll find another way. I’ll talk to the Alpha",
He looked down at her coldly. “You think you can negotiate with Alphas like him? You think money can undo what’s already been signed? You should have learned by now that softness only brings ruin.”
“You’re not saving her, Kane. You’re delivering her to her grave.” Her voice faltered.
He didn’t respond. His silence said everything. I knew my father was a misogynistic, male chauvinistic jerk, but I never thought he hated us this much. We were from burying my sister but he didn’t care.
“Lock her again in her room.” He turned to the guards standing by the door.
I looked up at my mother one last time. Her lips quivered as she reached for me, but one of the guards held her back.
“Please, let me be with her. She’s my daughter... please!” They didn’t listen, they dragged me away, their hands rough against my arms and my mother’s voice faded behind the slammed door.
I was used to this.
My whole life, my whole existence I have been in this room, locked away whenever I annoyed my father.
When I finally returned to my room, it felt like stepping into someone else's life. The books on my shelf, the soft blanket, the moonlight pooling on the rug-it all belonged to a girl who thought her first shift meant freedom.
I sat on the bed, staring at nothing as I thought and planned.
What could I do? Where could I go?
Nowhere.
I had nowhere. But still I had to think.
A knock broke the silence.
"Miss?" a timid voice called. I recognized it, it was Elsie, one of the younger servants. Kind, but nervous. Always nervous.
"Your father says you're to come down for dinner."
Dinner. As if nothing had changed.
I didn't bother moving.
"Miss?" Elsie again, gentler. "He said… he said not to make him come get you."
That got me to my feet. My father didn't make idle threats.
I smoothed my dress with trembling hands, forcing my wolf to quiet. There would be a time to fight. But not tonight. Tonight, I needed to see the man they intended to bind me to.
"I'm coming," I responded.
The dining room doors were open when I arrived. The rich scent of roasted meat and herbs filled the air, so normal it felt wrong.
And then I saw him.
Alpha Dane sat at our table. That was enough to make me freeze.
.
The strong light coming through the windows woke me up. As soon I I opened my eyes, I noticed that the room was quiet. Too quiet.There was no heavy breathing at my back. No arm across my waist and no thick thigh pinning me in place. Just cool sheets tangled around my legs and the faint, musky scent of sex and him still clinging to my skin.I was alone. Raymond must have left while I was still asleep.I blinked up at the ceiling, slow and dazed, letting the reality settle in piece by piece.My body felt… wrecked. Deliciously wrecked.Every muscle ached in a way that was new and obscene. My thighs burned where they’d been spread wide for hours. The insides of them were sticky, crusted with dried cum and my own slick. My core throbbed, deep, low pulses that reminded me exactly how many times he’d driven into me, how deep he’d gone, how relentlessly he’d fucked until I’d forgotten how to breathe. My entrance felt swollen, tender and used. Every tiny shift of my hips sent a sharp, sweet s
"Fuck"Raymond’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy but I failed to say anything.I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My walls fluttered helplessly around his cock, tender and overworked, every tiny shift of his hips sending aftershocks ripping through me.He didn’t move yet. He just stayed locked there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel the full, obscene weight of him. His forehead stayed pressed to mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together and his breath punching out in ragged bursts against my mouth.Then slowly he rolled his hips.One long thrust in and punishing drag out that made me feel every thick inch of him pulling out only to slam back in. Each stroke punched the air from my lungs and every time the thick head dragged over that swollen place inside, until I shook, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist without permission. He did it a
For a second the room spun.His eyes, still blown black with lust widened fractionally. Recognition, shock then something darker and hungrier.He didn’t pull out.Instead his grip on my wrists tightened until I whimpered. “Virgin,” he repeated, voice wrecked. Like the word itself was violence.Then without another word , he hauled me off the wall. I stumbled but he didn’t let me fall.He simply scooped me up like I weighed nothing, spun, and threw me onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under my weight. I tried to scramble back, elbows digging in, heels pushing but he was already there.Knees on either side of my hips and hands clamping my thighs, wrenching them wide so fast my muscles screamed in protest.“Raymond... wait....”, I started frightened but he didn’t stop. He out of the blue dropped between my legs like a man starved then his mouth was between my pussy lips without preamble.He was rough and greedy.His tongue dragged up the center of me in one long, brutal lick, flat a
I stood in the center of the room for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, nails digging into my biceps until the sting grounded me. My mother was safe, fed, healed and not rotting in a cage. That part was real but the rest, the promises, the threats, the way my body still betrayed me every time he opened that filthy mouth was a war I was losing one heartbeat at a time.I crossed to the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stripped. The water hit like punishment and I didn’t care. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to scour away the slickness still between my thighs, the phantom press of his cock from this morning and the echo of his voice promising to ruin me tonight.It didn’t work.The heat only made everything more sensitive. My nipples peaked painfully under the spray. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face, those gold-flecked eyes narrowing, that almost-smile when I’d taunted him about his size and his words that
Time became a blur in the dungeon.I could not tell if it had been days or weeks since the guards last dragged me in here. The light of the torches came and went, food trays appeared and disappeared, but I touched nothing. My throat cracked with thirst, my lips split, and my stomach coiled in agony
Raymond's POVReports were all around me, territories subdued, borders redrawn, spoils tallied and catalogued. Men bent their heads as they spoke, their voices respectful, fearful. To them, I sat as a conqueror: broad-shouldered, cloak spilling over the throne like shadow.Yet behind my eyes, I was
The prison cart jolted forward on its final stretch toward the castle, the iron wheels groaning against the stones. I sat shackled inside a cage, wrists and ankles bruised from the cold bite of chains. My dress, the one I had worn as a bride only hours ago was now dirtied and torn, smeared with swe
Aurora's POVThe heavy clang of the dungeon gate echoed like a death knell, reverberating through my bones long after the guards' footsteps faded. The sound sealed me in, cutting me off from the last thread of light that had slipped through the corridor behind me. My breath caught, my pulse racing
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
reviews