Hunter
Frustration bubbled within me as I paced the room restlessly, the cup of wine in my hand untouched. The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and I muttered to myself, my thoughts a storm of discontent. On the bed, Lucia lay, her gaze tracing the edges of my bare back. She sensed my turmoil but couldn’t point out its source.Suspicions brewed in Lucia’s mind. She hadn’t missed how my gaze lingered on the new servant girl we had acquired from the auction house. Her beauty was undeniable, and Lucia, my wife, knew me well enough to recognize the hunger in my eyes. The servant girl had become a silent threat, a symbol of what Lucia couldn’t provide—an heir.Unable to bear the thought of another woman taking her place as my mate, Lucia mustered her courage. She rose from the bed, her silk nightgown rustling softly, and approached me.“What troubles you, my love?” Lucia’s voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.My frustration evident, I glanced at Lucia. “It’s nothing serious. Just some matters that need attending to,” I replied, attempting to brush off her inquiries.But Lucia knew better. She had spent enough time with me to recognize when something weighed heavily on my mind. She reached out and touched my arm, a gesture of comfort and intimacy. “You can confide in me, Hunter. We share everything, don’t we?”My eyes softened momentarily under Lucia’s touch, but my resolve held. I stepped away, leaving her hand hanging in the air, untouched. I set the cup on a nearby table and grabbed my shirt, slipping it on with a quick, fluid motion. The room’s atmosphere grew colder as I made my way toward the door.“I appreciate your concern, Lucia, but I must attend to this matter alone,” I stated firmly, my back turned to her.Lucia watched me go, anger and frustration bubbling up within her. She despised the way I distanced myself from her, especially now when she needed me the most. She couldn’t give me the child I so desperately desired, and it ate at her heart.As the door closed behind me, Lucia was left standing alone in the room. Her fists clenched in anger and jealousy. The new servant girl had stolen my attention, and Lucia couldn’t help but feel a boiling hatred for her, even though she hadn’t had a close look at her yet. It was a hatred born of desperation, of fear that she might lose her place as the Alpha’s mate.Tears welled up in Lucia’s eyes as she considered the emptiness of her own life. She had always been proud of being my mate, but now she felt inadequate, like she was failing me. The servant girl represented a threat not only to her status but to her very identity.With a heavy heart, Lucia sank onto the edge of the bed, her mind filled with thoughts. She longed for the days when our bond had been unbreakable, when our love had been all-consuming. Now, it seemed as though we were drifting apart, and she didn’t know how to bridge the growing chasm between us.The room remained silent except for the distant sound of clanging swords and shields out in the courtyard. Lucia knew that she had to find a way to confront her own insecurities and the looming presence of the new servant girl.I emerged from the imposing fortress. Servants scurried about, tending to the gardens, cleaning, and attending to various chores. Soldiers, trained vigorously under the relentless sun, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening as they displayed their skills.As I strolled through the courtyard, my thoughts were consumed by a singular vision—Amelia. Her beauty had struck me like a thunderbolt, a rare thing that had left me captivated. Though she was just a servant, her image had taken residence in my mind, a relentless obsession for her.I couldn’t escape the enticement of her body, a charm that puzzled me. I had purchased not only Amelia but also other servants, intending to add them to the pack and perhaps select a mate among the females. But it was Amelia who haunted my thoughts constantly.As I made my way towards the training ground, a vast expanse where the pack’s warriors showed their skills, I couldn’t help but notice the commanding figure of Jace. With a stature that exuded authority and an unwavering dedication to our cause. Jace stood as the guardian of discipline and training, diligently overseeing the soldiers as they engaged in rigorous drills.Jace's role within the pack was of highest importance, serving as the alpha’s trusted confidant and second-in-command. His unwavering loyalty and steadfast presence made him not only an indispensable part of the pack, but also a symbol of loyalty and strength among the pack members.“Jace,” I called out as I neared my friend.Jace turned to face me, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. “Alpha,” he greeted respectfully.“Gather all the new recruits, including the servants, in the long hall,” I commanded, my tone revealing no disobedience. I had something important to discuss with them.Jace nodded, his expression showing understanding. “Of course, Alpha. I’ll gather them right away.”I watched as Jace turned and issued orders to the soldiers, instructing them to cease their training and assemble in the long hall. My authority among the pack was unquestioned, and they followed my orders without hesitation.As Jace’s voice carried across the training ground, soldiers and servants began to converge on the designated meeting place. My gaze lingered on Amelia as she joined the group, her presence drawing me in like a magnet. I tore my eyes away, knowing that I needed to address my pack.The courtyard, once filled with bustling activity, gradually emptied as the pack members heeded the call to assemble. My heart raced, my thoughts a tumultuous swirl of concern about Amelia and the weight of my leadership.With a deep breath, I prepared to speak to the pack, my voice echoing with authority and purpose as I addressed the gathered laborers, servants, and soldiers.I stood up from my seat. My piercing eyes surveyed the assembly, and a wave of authority emanated from me. The time had come for me to introduce my new recruits to the entire pack, and I would do it with an air of authority that only an alpha could possess.“Brookland pack,” I began, my deep voice resonating through the hall, “these are the newest servants and workers who will join in serving our pack. We are a family, and it’s important that we all know ourselves.” Members of the pack nodded in acknowledgment, their loyalty unwavering.One by one, the servants were introduced, their names and assigned duties announced with precision. Among the servant girls stood Amelia, her grace and beauty a conscious presence amidst the assembly. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, my gaze lingering on her. As I looked at her, our eyes met, and in that brief moment, an unspoken connection sparked between us, a silent interaction that needed no words.Amelia, too, found it impossible to tear her eyes away from me. There was something magnetic about the alpha, an allure that tugged at her heartstrings. It was as though our souls had communicated in that moment.With the introductions concluded, I addressed the assembly once more. “You all have your tasks and responsibilities. Serve the pack diligently, and you will find your place among us.” My words were firm, and my expectations clear.As the new recruits dispersed to their assigned duties, I was left alone, deep in thought. I grappled with the dilemma of how to make Amelia my mate, a desire that had been growing stronger with each passing day. My need for a mate and an heir weighed heavily on my shoulders.After much contemplation, I made a decision. I was the alpha of the pack, and I could claim what I desired. Moreover, the substantial amount I had paid for Amelia further fueled my determination. My mind was set on making her mine.After having my mind preoccupied with thoughts of making Amelia my mate, the sun began to set, and the moon hung high in the sky as I made my way back to the bedroom where I had left Lucia earlier.Lucia was surprised by my sudden reappearance after a short absence. Her inquisitive eyes met mine. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, concern etched in her voice.I sighed, my weariness evident. “I’m fine, Lucia,” I replied, my tone carrying a hint of exhaustion. I knew that if she pressed further, our conversation would turn into a heated argument.Lucia, knowing me well, didn’t press further with questions. She understood how I could react if she probed too much. Instead, she simply nodded and watched as I turned away.Grateful for Lucia’s understanding, I poured myself a strong drink, the liquid glinting in the dim light. I downed the contents of the cup in a matter of seconds, the burn in my throat momentarily distracting me from my thoughts. Setting the empty cup down, I climbed onto the bed, my muscles tired and my mind heavy. Soon, the effects of the strong drink took over, and I drifted into a slumber.AmeliaTwo days had passed since the new recruits were welcomed into the pack. This evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself alone in my room. Hailey, my new friend, had just left after chatting for a while.I decided it was time to take a refreshing bath. After a quick inspection of myself in the mirror, I noticed my reflection, a tangle of emotions in my eyes. I then stripped off my clothes that were damp with sweat from working in the kitchens all day, and stood naked in front of the mirror in my room. I carefully inspected my body through the mirror, and admitting that I was truly a beauty and a rare one at that, I touched my breasts which were full and firm, innocent of anyone’s taking.I turned to study my hips in the mirror, knowing well that my beautiful body indeed had the power to make any man want me, and every girl jealous of me. I'd developed into a woman really quick as a young girl, but I was lucky enough that my stepfather never violated me. Even th
AmeliaI lay on my bed, legs folded to my chest, as the morning light seeped through the curtains. I had hardly slept last night, tears staining my pillow, the remnants of what Hunter had done to me still haunting my thoughts. He had defiled me and left me here in pains. I couldn’t help but wish I could go back to my stepfather, as awful as he was. At least with him, my virtue had remained intact.Despite having little choice in being here, I had hoped for something different. I was ready to start anew, to wipe the slate clean, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to regain my freedom. But barely a week in, and I was already being humiliated by the man who had purchased me. Was this the very reason he had bought me? The question nagged at me, tormenting my thoughts.My mind wandered to the uncertain future that loomed before me. I dreaded the months and years to come, unable to fathom what horrors might befall me. I lay in my bed, lost in these grim thoughts, half asleep and half awake,
HunterInside my chamber, I sat on my ornate chair, frustration etched across my brow. Lucia stood before me, her eyes ablaze with anger. The tension in the room was evident as we were about to embark on a heated exchange.“Hunter,” Lucia began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotions, “I cannot bear your constant visits to that young servant, Amelia. It’s becoming unbearable.”My jaw tightened as I responded, “Lucia, you know I need an heir. We’ve been married for years, and still, there’s no child.”Lucia’s cheeks flushed with anger. “How dare you blame me for our lack of an heir? It’s not my fault.”My eyes narrowed, my tone cold. “If you could provide me with an heir, I wouldn’t have to search for someone a breeder.”Lucia seethed with anger, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course, it’s all my fault. Blame me for not being able to give you what you want.”My patience was wearing thin. “Lucia, it’s tradition for an Alpha to find a breeder. You know this.”Lucia shot b
HunterI stumbled down the dark corridor, my unsteady footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls. The flickering torches lining the hallway seemed to sway with my unsteady gait. I’d spent the evening drowning my sorrows with Jace, who had, surprisingly, turned out to be even more drunk than me.The night at the tavern had begun as an attempt to escape the relentless thoughts that haunted my mind, but it had spiraled into a drama-filled ordeal that left me as the reluctant voice of reason, pulling Jace away from further chaos.As I finally reached my own chamber, I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was to face Lucia, in my current state. I knew she wouldn’t be pleased with me coming home so late and in such a condition. And there was the earlier matter to consider.Entering the room, I closed the door quietly behind me. The room was dark, save for the glow of moonlight streaming in through the window. Lucia was nowhere to be seen, which was a blessing in my present co
AmeliaAs soon as my eyes opened, a cup of water drenched my face. I gasped and sprang up from my bed immediately. But before my anger could settle on whoever interrupted my sleep, I heard the heavy footsteps of Arnold, my stepfather approaching. “Father is going to deal with you for sleeping till this time,” my step sister, whom I hated so much said. As if my step father’s cruel treatment wasn’t enough, Martha made it impossible for me to be happy. Fear coursed through my veins as I waited for my step father to come into my small room. The door swung open violently, and Arnold barged in, holding a whip in his hand. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart raced with fear.“Amelia!” his voice thundered through the room, his face contorted with anger. “Why are you still sleeping at this time? Who do you think would do your chores?”I trembled, fear engulfing me as I stood before him, unsure of how to respond. The whip in his hand gleamed significantly, his cruel tool of pu
AmeliaThe door swung open, and we cautiously stepped inside, entering a dimly illuminated room where a strange man sat at a desk, engrossed in writing. I glanced at Arnold, about to inquire what was going on.“Shut up!” he hissed, raising his hand towards my face. The sound of his sharp slap reverberated through the room, leaving a stinging sensation on my cheek. My wolf stirred with unease inside me. Danger lurked here, causing me to instinctively retreat in fear.However, before I could take another step back, Arnold’s voice filled the chamber. “I’ve brought the girl like we agreed.”Shocked, I moved to protest, “What?” But Arnold landed me another slap across my face, it stung harder than the first.The strange man ceased writing and glanced up, his eyes scanning me with a smirk forming on his lips. Then, he rose from his seat and walked towards Arnold handing him a bag filled with money.Arnold happily accepted it and stared inside, then a smile appeared across his face, “She is
It had been two days since I arrived at the auction house, and I hadn’t spoken a word to the girls with me. When they first confined me to this cell, I spent the entire night weeping and pleading to the moon goddess for aid, but no help came. Then I resorted to pounding my hands against the bars. The girls merely observed. They were young, like me, sharing a similar age range and an air of wretchedness and abandonment mingled with a hint of beauty. Leaning against the cold wall, they remained mute, their eyes fixed on me. Within the frigid and unforgiving cell, the girls huddled together, shivering not only from the chill in the air but also from the deep-rooted fear filling the room. Their frail figures trembled, as if attempting to ward off the harsh reality enveloping them.I somehow noticed that each girl possessed her own distinctive features, mirroring a blend of vulnerability and concealed strength. Their countenances, once touched by innocence, now bore the weight of their ci
HunterInside the vast auction chamber, I found myself seated among dominant individuals eagerly awaiting the commencement of the event. The room radiated nobility, decorated with excessive flourish that reflected the affluence of the people gathered here. Anticipation lingered in the air, yet an unease coursed within me. Beside me, Justin, my loyal Beta and confidant, sat watching. His full locks and penetrating blue eyes scanned the room, observing the other influential figures with a cautious demeanor. Justin remained vigilant, ensuring my safety and well-being even in the presence of potential allies or adversaries.A rush of frustration ran through my veins. As the ruling Alpha of Creakstone, I resented being confined within the walls of this venue, concealing my true identity behind a mask. But reluctantly, I found myself here, compelled by circumstances beyond my control. Time slipped away relentlessly, and I was aware of the pressing need to find a suitable woman who could bea