Tears streamed from her eyes as she held her stomach, unable to stand, as the pain both physical and emotional gripped her.
The door suddenly burst open. Glenda entered, and Glenda's heart sank.
Glenda stood frozen at the entrance, her face blank. Nothing could capture the disappointment she felt at that moment. Without saying a word, tears began dropping from her eyes. She cursed the day she’d given birth to Dane as she cried.
Zora could barely stay upright. Lyliana could no longer hold her up, so Glenda rushed over to help.
“Let’s get her to bed,” Glenda said gently, her voice laced with worry as she saw her daughter-in-law writhing in pain.
They helped Zora to the bed. She collapsed, her body curling up as if trying to shield itself from the agony. She writhed in pain, her body twisting like a sheet of paper in the wind.
Glenda watched helplessly, unsure what to do. She couldn’t bear the sight of Zora suffering like this. Her own heart broke as memories of her late husband flooded her mind. He had never betrayed her, even though they had no mate bond.
"Get the pack doctor," Glenda ordered Lyliana, her voice shaking with desperation.
“Ma’am, the pack doctor is away,” Lyliana replied. “Luna Zora has been filling in for him.”
Zora managed to speak through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper, "Get my kit bag."
Lyliana rushed to the store and returned with the kit.
"Look for the anaesthesia injection. "Get the string and draw it," Zora instructed weakly, fighting against the pain.
Without hesitation Lyliana followed Zora’s instructions. She reached for the injection, but when she offered it to Zora, she shook her head and nodded in silent refusal.
“You administer it to me,” Zora said faintly. The room fell into an uneasy silence.
Lyliana’s hands trembled violently. She had never given an injection to anyone, let alone to Luna Zora. The thought terrified her. If anything went wrong, she would spend the rest of her life in the dungeon.
“Ma’am, please don’t make me do it,” Lyliana begged, her voice cracking. “I’ve never done this before—not even with animals, much less Luna. You only showed me how to do it with oranges just days ago…”
Zora groaned in pain, unable to lift her head. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body wracked with the intensity of the agony she was feeling.
Glenda watched as Zora struggled. Her heart ached as she continued crying.
“Give her the injection,” Glenda commanded.
Lyliana steadied her breath, she calmed her nerves before she moved closer to Zora.
They gently rolled Zora to her side. Glenda lifted Zora’s silk gown, revealing the beautiful red silk underwear beneath. Fortunately, they didn’t need to pull down the garment to administer the injection.
Zora had dressed seductively for her husband that night, hoping to create a memorable anniversary. But now, that effort seemed like a distant, painful memory—especially with the realization that her husband was having sex with another woman instead.
What a cruel twist of fate.
She fell asleep minutes after the injection. Glenda and Lyliana were relieved. Glenda chose not to return to her room—if Dane chose to have sex throughout the night with his so-called mate, Zora might need another dose to survive the pain.
Glenda laid on the sofa, while Lyliana curled up near the kit bag, ready to be at her help anytime she needed them.
A soft groan from Zora startled them both awake. They hadn’t gotten much rest—Zora had moaned and shifted all night. The pain she endured was unlike anything they had seen before.
Glenda checked the time. 8:00 a.m.
Her heart sank.
"He stayed the whole night with that bitch," she thought.
How shameful!
She reached out through the mind-link—and to her surprise, Dane responded instantly.
“Dane! I speak now not as your Luna’s mother-in-law, but as your mother. You have five minutes to get here,” she commanded, severing the link before he could counter with his Alpha power. The fact that his connection returned so quickly made her chest tighten.
Was he nearby already?
Thirty minutes later, Alpha Dane walked in. Glenda and Lyliana had stepped out of the room.
The moment Zora saw him, a storm of emotions exploded inside her. She raised a trembling hand, her voice weak but determined.
“I, Zora Diva—”
Dane crossed the room in a flash and covered her mouth.
“You dare not reject me,” he growled, pinning her wrists to the bed. His Alpha power surged over her like a wave, freezing her in place.
Tears ran silently down her cheeks.
“Dane, please,” she whispered when he finally released her mouth. “I’m of no use to you anymore. Just reject me.”
His expression softened—on the surface.
“How could I?” he said gently. “You are my moonlight. My perfect Luna. Yes, you’re not my fated mate, but no one will ever take your place. Zora, I love you”
A bitter scoff escaped Zora's lips, followed by a pool of tears.
“You love me, and you cheat on me, not even that, you missed the ritual we had been doing for the past three months. You are a legend, you deserve an award.”
She turned her head and pointed weakly to the scattered syringes and shattered glass around the room.
“You know what it means to cheat after the mark? You know the pain I’ve been living through? I would’ve died if not for those injections.”
Dane glanced at the mess on the table, but his face remained unreadable.
“It won’t happen again, I promise,” he said, looking remorseful. Alicia and I… our wolves overpowered us. We couldn’t resist....” he stuttered.
Zora’s heart sank. She had hoped—naively—that Dane might even show genuine remorse. But now, as he spoke of Alicia, her fears were confirmed.
“About the ritual,” Dane said, shrugging. “I don’t think it’s necessary anymore, Alicia can serve as a breeder. She’s my mate—it won’t be hard for her to get pregnant. I will make sure she gets pregnant very fast so that you can have the child,”
Zora’s breath caught in her throat. The idea of Dane starting a family with Alicia sent a chilling ache through her chest.
“What am I to you if I can’t give you a child?” she whispered. "Have you forgotten what the witch said? No one must abandon the ritual. If either of us backs out, one will suffer—and you assumed it’d be me because I’m not your mate.”
Her voice trembled as anger flared in her chest. “Dane, I hate you. Reject me now!”
Dane could no longer care anymore. Zora was running the excitement he was feeling, the great night he had had, the cloud Alicia had taken him to. He felt that he could die there.
“I am your alpha,” Dane snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t command me. What do you think someone out there will take you in? You’re an orphan, Zora. You have no family. No wolf. No power. You’re lucky to be here, and I made that happen.”
His words pierce through her heart like a blade.
“I promised you wouldn’t suffer by my side, but now you’re pushing me to the wall. You will remain my Luna. No one’s rejecting anyone.”
He leaned in, his voice low and laced with anger. “I am not parting with my mate for our benefit. I’ll get the best doctors to manage your pain… until you learn to live with it.”
He turned his back to her. “I’m sorry, Zora,” he muttered, before walking out.
They kissed under the flowing water. Steam swirled around them, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. Slowly, Alpha Trent unzipped her blouse under the water. He waited for Zora to protest, but she didn't, so he took her right there in the bathroom.Color returned to Zora's face as Trent's hands roamed over her body—touching, caressing, you name it. Her inner wolf purred in her mind, enjoying every moment. The heat between them built like a wildfire, consuming everything else.Trent's worries washed away, replaced by ecstasy. He loved everything: her body, the sensations he was experiencing. She was too sweet, too perfect in his arms.He filled her with his seed as he climaxed. He turned off the shower and took Zora to the bedroom, where they continued until both of them were exhausted.As they disentangled, Zora gasped for air, and slowly her eyes became heavy."Tired?" Trent asked, his expression beaming with joy."Maybe," Zora responded with a chuckle, her eyes still closed.Al
“How dare you fucking touch what is mine!”Trent hit him before the words were even out of his mouth. His fists blurred—bone, skin, and blood colliding—until Mathew was nothing more than a wheezing heap on the floor.Halfway through, Trent stopped, chest heaving. He spun toward Zora. “Zor. I’m here.”She lay limp, her skin ashen, her scent heavy with wolfsbane. Her lips parted, but no sound came.Trent’s gaze darted to the IV line, to the crimson bags hanging on the floor. Her blood. He wanted to rip every tube from her body, to pull her into his arms—but that blood had to go back into her first.Rage clawed through him. He turned back to Mathew’s crumpled form. “Get up and return the blood to her,” Trent growled.Henry stepped in. “Hey, he’s practically dead. I’ve got something in the car that could stabilize him.”Trent’s head snapped toward him. “Do I need to tell you to get it?”Henry bolted outside. Moments later, he returned with two syringes—one filled with the clear antidote
Alpha Trent's hands trembled with barely contained violence as he pulled his phone from his pocket, his claws threatening to pierce through the device as he called Brandon."The phone has lost connection. I can't trace it anymore," Brandon's voice crackled through immediately, sensing the urgency."Track every number he's called in the last hour. Someone's helping him—find them," Trent's voice was a deadly whisper that made Alpha Henry's wolf whimper in submission."Already on it. Stay on the line, forwarding the data now."The seconds felt like hours as Alpha Trent's rage built to a volcanic crescendo His wolf, Argon, was clawing at his consciousness, demanding to be released to hunt down that bastard.‘Let’s me shift,’ his wolf said in his head. “Are you fucking crazy? You damn lost your mind to think of shifting in this situation when you haven't shifted in the last 17 years. Get the hell out!” He yelled at his wolf."Got it," Brandon's voice broke through the tension making Alpha
Alpha Trent exploded out of the hospital security room, his massive frame radiating lethal fury as he snarled a warning to the director—never involving the police. His alpha instincts screamed danger; involving the police might alert someone he never wanted to know his whereabouts. He stood at the entrance of the hospital, his powerful form coiled like a predator ready to strike, pacing with barely restrained violence as he waited for Alpha Henry's arrival. Every muscle in his body was taut with rage—he needed Henry's assistance so they could hunt down Zora after Brandon had tracked that bastard Dr. Mathew's location.Cold sweat mixed with the heat of his burning fury, droplets forming on his clenched jaw.Ding! His phone beeped.A message from Brandon—he had gotten the location of the contact, and it was still moving.Quickly, Alpha Trent opened Google Maps and began locating the address. Then Alpha Henry's car pulled up in front of him."Hey, why did you call me like that? You soun
Alpha Trent felt a sharp pain in his chest as he walked to the director's office. He couldn't place what was wrong, but it was as if his heart was being pulled out of his body."Is something bad happening in the pack? Why is he feeling like this?" He asked himself almost aloud as he knocked on the director's office door. His eyes had become red, and the hospital director was shivering with fear when they met."Alpha…, is there anything wrong?" He stuttered."Nothing. I just want to tell you that my people don't need any nurses or doctors to check them for now, until I order otherwise.""Okay, alpha," he nodded, bowing in fear. "About their meal, find a way to get it to them. Let's exchange phone numbers for easy communication," he said, bringing out his phone.As he was taking the number with his phone, the pain was unbearable, and it was like his soul fighting to stay in his body.As soon as they exchanged contact information, he dashed into the ward, and his heart raced in fear wh
The drive back to the hospital was quieter than their journey to the hotel had been. The desperate passion of the night before had been replaced by a deeper contentment, a sense of completion that settled around them like a warm blanket."How are you feeling about seeing your parents again?" Trent asked as they pulled into the hospital parking garage.Zora considered the question. "Happy. Nervous. Excited to see how much they've improved." She paused. "Grateful that you're here with me.""Always," he replied, taking her hand as they walked toward the elevators. "We're in this together now."As the elevator doors closed behind them, Zora felt a flutter of anticipation. When the elevator door opened, the same doctor who had intercepted them the day before was waiting.Dr. Matthews stood there, no longer wearing his white coat but dressed in dark clothes.He instantly knelt in front of them. "Alpha, I am very sorry. I didn't mean any harm—I was appreciating her beauty. Please tell the di