Chapter 5

Fiona’s POV

I opened my eyes. He was gone.

A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head as I stared at the sunlight slipping through the window. I pushed my hair back and winced at the sharp pain on my neck.

Heat flushed my cheeks. How could I have blacked out last night?

Pulling the sheets up, I noticed a tray on the nightstand with a small note beside it.

“Eat. The next time you pass out on me—I won’t restrain myself.”

Memories of last night’s intensity forced my legs together. That was when I felt something thick and wet between my thighs.

I yanked the covers away and froze. My body was drenched in thick ropes of cum that clung to my skin and thighs.

My eyes dropped back to the note.

“Aside from the food, I gave you enough of my cum. Be a good pup and eat it. I’ll be coming to claim what you owe me.”

The note slipped from my shaking fingers.

My body was covered in his essence and bite marks. A rogue—I had let a rogue desecrate me like this. If my parents ever found out, they would kill me.

Still, I scooped some of his cum onto my fingers and slowly brought it to my lips. I gulped, imagining his huge hand guiding me as his deep, dark voice echoed in my mind: “Be a good pup and eat.”

I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked.

His scent hit me like a storm — deep cedarwood, smoke, and something wild that made Fifi howl inside my head. It was nothing like the clean, controlled scent of pack wolves. This was untamed. Dangerous. And it made my body burn even hotter for him.

He said he would come to take what I owed him. Did he mean he would finish what I started yesterday?

“Moon Goddess, what have I gotten myself into?”

***

“Fiona Wong, where have you been?!” My mother yelled the moment I stepped into the house. Everyone was seated, clearly waiting for me.

I didn’t know what to say, and I definitely didn’t have the confidence to tell them the dirty things I had done last night.

“It was dark. I didn’t want to drive at night because of the frequent rogue attacks.”

Rogue. I squeezed my purse tighter, thinking about the stranger from last night.

A low growl rumbled behind me. Alpha Kale stepped closer and took a deep sniff of my scent.

“Why do you smell like that?” His red eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed my arm hard. I winced. “Let me go!”

“Where were you last night? And why do you smell like that?”

“None of your business,” I retorted, snatching my arm away. “Why don’t you mind your own business and focus on your mate—Iva?”

“You—”

An omega rushed into the sitting room and bowed. “Alpha. Luna. Beta Magnus is here.”

My parents beamed and quickly dismissed the omega.

“My dear,” my mother said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We have good news for you.”

“Good news?” I scoffed, already knowing what filth was coming.

“Beta Magnus has provided a solution for the pack. His resources will help everyone.”

I stared at her grip on my shoulder and smiled coldly. “And what does he want in return?”

“He wants to make you his mate,” she announced with a bright smile, as if she had delivered glorious news. “Once you give him a son, he has promised you will inherit everything. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Laughter bubbled out of me. Everyone stared at me like I had lost my mind. When the laughter died down, I tore her hand off my shoulder and looked at my father.

“You all agreed to this? To sell me off to that old man? If he’s so generous, why can’t he just help the pack without demanding me?”

“Shut up!” My mother grabbed my shoulders and forced me upright, her grip choking the air from my throat. “You should be grateful that Beta Magnus has shown interest in you.”

Fifi let out a low, broken whimper — the sound a wolf makes when she’s in pain.

“Because of your sacrifice, our pack will finally overcome this crisis.” Her grip tightened painfully. “You’re our blessing, Fiona.”

“No.” Heat burned through my hands as I shook her off. “I am your daughter. Why do I always have to be the sacrifice? On my Eighteenth birthday, no one remembered because Iva wasn’t feeling well.”

My mother’s face tightened. “Fiona,” she warned in that low, threatening voice.

“No… let me speak. For once, let me speak!” I turned to my father. “Remember the day you took us hunting? A wild boar charged at me, but you shielded Iva with your body. I was attacked. If the healers hadn’t done their best, I would have lost an arm.” My voice cracked. “Why can’t you just love me? Protect me the way you protect Iva? What did I ever do to you?”

A hand cupped my chin forcefully. My mother snarled in contempt. “Put away those crocodile tears and petty jealousy. You are the eldest. Behave like one. Beta Magnus is coming, and you had better behave.”

One tear slipped down my cheek as I smiled with clenched teeth. “I’d rather be a breeder for a rogue than marry that disgusting old hag.”

Whack!

Her hand connected with my face. I spun, vision blurring before I dropped to the floor. Blood coated my tongue.

I lifted my pleading gaze to my father, but his eyes dropped to the floor, avoiding mine.

Kale only pulled Iva closer, tucking her face into his neck.

“Don’t be stubborn, Fiona. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, but we can’t give Iva up. You know she’s fragile. She won’t be able to handle Beta Magnus.”

Another bitter laugh escaped me. Tears and blood dripped onto my palm as I clawed at the floor.

Even my own mate hated me.

The door opened. Heavy boots thudded against the floor as a huge figure stepped inside.

Fifi shivered as the man strolled in.

Dark hair slicked back with striking white strands at the temples and in his beard. He frowned when he saw me on the floor.

“Why is my bride on the floor?”

“We were only disciplining her,” my mother replied quickly.

He stared at me and smiled. It wasn’t comforting. It was disgusting. Glint of cruel joy in his eyes, as if my misery pleased him. “Very good. I like them young and obedient.”

Beside him stood a young woman — even younger than me — dressed in revealing clothes. Her cheeks were bruised, and a tight collar circled her neck.

Beta Magnus strolled toward me. I tried to move, but my arms buckled.

His thumb brushed a tear from my cheek and brought it to his lips. “Sweet.”

“Luna, I’m sure you’ll prepare my bride properly.”

“Of course, Beta Magnus,” my mother said eagerly.

He lifted my chin with his fingertips, his voice dropping. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time, my lady…”

I spat right in his face.

He froze as my spit slid down his cheek.

“Go to hell.”

His chest heaved with rage as he raised his hand.

“Beta Magnus—” my mother started.

The door suddenly burst open. An omega fell to his knees, trembling.

“Luna!” the omega cried. “At the gates… the… the…”

“Speak, omega!” Kale snapped.

Tears rolled down the omega’s face. “The Rogue King is here. At the estate gates. With his men. We are doomed.”

My eyes widened.

The Rogue King?

He had ruled for years, but no one had ever seen his face. Only his ruthless commands.

Why was he here?