Divorced Luna: Carrying The Alpha's King Baby

Let go of me!” I kicked and punched, but it was not enough to get the guards away from me. It was never enough.“Please let go of me.” I began to beg.“How could you do this to me?” I cried out but Julian ignored me, staring at everything but my face.I can feel his resistance, his reluctance to do this to me but for some reason he wouldn't stop Lydia.The pack square was blazing with torchlight when they dragged me out.Wolves began to gather, drawn by instinct and the promise of a ridicule about to play out.The rope the guards had used to tie me up had already started biting into my skin as they hoisted my arms above my head, lifting me enough to strip me of my dignity.Laughter erupts in the square.“Isn’t that the wolfless dog?”A series of mockery and insults began to fly toward me.The she-wolf who I had just wrestled with grinned wickedly.“I told you you were only a stain in his cloth. Now it’s time to wash you off. Disgrace!” She spits on my face.I growled at her about to b

He roughly pulled me closer to him, the sudden contact made my nipples harden immediately.I gasped even though I didn’t want to.My body was moving on its own, my wolf was clawing at me to respond more to his touch, to his mouth that bit and licked every inch of my body.His body wasn’t warm against me any more, it was hot. His breathing was erratic and his hands moved with speed. It was as if he was going to devour me.“Please don’t do this….” I tried to beg but he responded by ripping my clothes off my body effortlessly.“Once I’m done with you,” he breathed out, “you’ll be begging for my cock.”I could feel his erection growing impossibly hard with the need to fuck me. Oh my moons, how big he was.I tried to ignore how it pressed against me and how it teased my entrance but I couldn’t.It had been so long since Julian touched Me, talkeless of having me feel this way.“I can feel your arousal growing, little vixen, I can smell it.” He trailed down to the space where my clit was an

Vespera’s PovI don't remember much about the first hours after I ran. Just fragments. The burn in my lungs. The sting of branches whipping across my face. The sound of my own ragged breathing echoing through the forest like a wounded animal.I ran until my legs gave out.When I finally stopped, I had no idea where I was. The trees stretched endlessly in every direction, thick trunks wrapped in moss, their canopy so dense that barely any moonlight filtered through. I stood there swaying, my body trembling from exhaustion and shock, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person.But I wasn't a normal person anymore. I didn't know what I was.My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them together. Even then, I could feel the tremors running through my entire body. Three years. Three years of marriage to Julian, and in one night, everything had shattered. The image of him with Lydia kept replaying behind my eyes—her body draped across his lap, his hands tangled in her hair,

Vespera's Pov *I don't know exactly. Some kind of suppression. A binding, maybe, or a curse. Something that kept me dormant. But when the bond with Julian broke—when the King's mark overwrote his—it shattered whatever was blocking me.*I touched the mark on my neck again, that warm thrumming sensation. "The King did this?"*Yes. The mating with your true mate broke the suppression. We're free now. Finally, finally free.*My mind was reeling. A suppression. A binding. Which meant someone had done this to me deliberately. Someone had locked my wolf away and let me suffer for years thinking I was broken."Who?" I demanded. "Who would do that?"*I don't know. But we'll find out. I promise you that.*I sat there on the filthy floor of the abandoned cabin, trying to process what I was being told. I had a wolf. I'd always had a wolf. Everything I'd believed about myself, every terrible thing I'd thought was wrong with me—it had been a lie.A lie that someone had planted in me. A lie that ha

Vespera's Pov I stood there in the misty forest, holding my first kill, and something inside me roared to life.The blood scent hit me like a drug. Rich and copper and vital. My stomach clenched with desperate hunger. I didn't think. Didn't hesitate. I tore into the rabbit with my teeth.The taste should have disgusted me. .The old Vespera—the one who'd attended pack dinners in pretty dresses and tried to use the right fork—would have been horrified. But that woman was gone. This new version of me, the one with a wolf, the one who'd been forced to survive, devoured the rabbit and felt power singing through her veins.*Good,* Nyx purred. * That's good. But you need more. That's not nearly enough.*She was right. The rabbit had barely taken the edge off my hunger. If anything, it had awakened something worse—a bottomless pit that demanded to be filled.I spent the rest of the morning hunting. Nyx taught me how to move silently, how to use the wind to hide my scent, how to wait with pe