Lucas' POV
Did this woman just... reject me? Is she trying to get my attention by angering me? Apparently sometimes women do that. But Leah doesn't come across as needy as Josephine. She has never ever bothered me up till now. So, what's that all about? I was bewildered. To be honest, I had never really paid attention to this woman in the past five years of our marriage. Our marriage was nothing but a simple piece of contract, on which everything was arranged -As my mate, Leah will basically do whatever I ask her to do, including giving blood donations to Josephine on a regular basis. The thing is, Jo was diagnosed with an unknown blood disease five years ago and she needs a specific type of blood to sustain her life. Fortunately, Leah's blood is the right match.In return for donating her blood to Jo, Leah will get my gratitude and thanks, which is realized by a substantial amount of allowance every month. At the same time, since the Luna position has to be filled by my mate, we will have a wedding to announce our marriage to the world and she will stay in our pack as my Luna in name. That's pretty much all about the contract. Apart from the contract, well, we consummated once on our wedding day to finalize our bond and I had never touched her ever since that. Well, to be more precise, I had seldom seen her in my life, let alone talked to her. But for my justification, I didn't mean to ignore her. Being the Alpha of a wolf pack is a trade that I've been traind for all my life. It means responsibilities and obligations. What can I say? I am a busy man, traveling around our Kingdom, having audiences with the Lycan King, dealing with domestic finance, and, from time to time, defending our pack's territory. I simply don't have time for staying with irrelevant people. It's very torturing for a werewolf not to be able to have sex with their mate, but I ask the warlock for a special kind of potion to bring relief to our ailments. So, I'm sure she's well taken care of in that area. In the past five years, everything went well. Nothing explained. Nothing complained. But Jo's condition seemed to deteriorate these days. So her physician, Doctor Jafar, suggested increasing the volume of blood donations. Apparently, Leah was unhappy because of the amendment of the contract. I understand her frustration because of the impact of blood loss on her health, but she could have negotiated with me on terms and numbers instead of rejecting me. I felt so confused. "Leah, tell me what this is really about. Do you need more money?" I asked. Shivering like a little fox, Leah clenched her little fists. I could see tears circling in her eyes. "Accept my rejection now." She said in an authoritative, commanding voice. I couldn't remember what her voice used to be like, but it certainly didn't sound like this. She crossed the line. Mate or not, she was just an omega and she wasn't supposed to talk to her Alpha in this kind of voice."What's the matter with you? Stop talking to me in that voice." I said.She stepped forward and grabbed my arm. Her eyes were gleaming with resolution and determination. "Do you accept my rejection, Lucas?" Her grip was firm and powerful. It didn't match her physical size and it certainly didn't match her status in a pack. An omega was supposed to be weak. There was no way for an omega to have the guts to grab me like this and grilled me with this kind of pressing question. Plus, she got me suspicious when the wound on her forehead magically healed by itself with my own witness. When I got into the room, her wound was still bleeding badly. But as soon as she looked up at me a few moments later, the wound magically disappeared. At that very moment, I realized that I literally didn't know anything about this girl to whom I had been married for the past five years.Who is she?Leah's POV
"Do you accept my rejection, Lucas?" I asked. Lucas stared at me with confusion. As the first stray of afternoon sunlight emerged, the orange light pierced the tranquility in the garden and filtered in through the window, illuminating my mate's beautiful, chiseled face. That sight was both heartbreaking and pitiful. My wolf warned me about this."He will never fall in love with you." She whispered in my mind before Lucas took away my virginity. For so long, I had been blind to the truth. I had believed in the fairy tale of love, the idea that once two people were joined together by the Moon Goddess, they would stay together forever against all odds. But when I looked into Lucas' eyes, I saw nothing but my own reflections floating like ghosts above a bleak tundra. My wolf was right. In the past five years, no matter how hard I tried to please him, he still had no feelings for me. When the harsh reality of my situation had come crashing down on me, I stood there with my mind flooded with remorse. I racked my brains, trying to look for drops of memories of happier times, moments of tenderness and affection that, despite being so scarce, still indicated that my husband acknowledged my love and devotion to him. I found nothing. Not a single trace of evidence could be misinterpreted into love. Where it has all gone wrong? Is there anything that I could do to reverse the relationship between us?But even as I pondered these questions, I knew that the answers didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that my heart was broken, that the man, to whom I had given the most precious five years of my life, had never ever cared for me in the same way. Lucas' eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at me. His mouth hung open, but no words escaped his lips. It was as if his voice had been silenced by the sheer shock of what he had heard.As soon as the confusion in his eyes was replaced by the usual look of indifference. He threw my hands away and said, "You must be delusional. You don't know what you're doing right now.""I know exactly what I am doing. I am rejecting you." I said as collected as I could.Leah's POVThe Miami sun burned through the penthouse windows, a ruthless glare that made the glass shimmer like a fever dream. Eight years had carved lines into my soul, but my stride was sharp, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor of Liam's sprawling office. The place reeked of money—polished wood, leather, and the faint musk of power. I stormed in, my black suit clinging to me like armor, the fabric whispering threats I didn't need to voice. Liam, CEO of the biggest conglomerate on the east coast, sat behind his fortress of a desk, looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies, his tie askew, his face flushed with that boyish guilt he never could hide from me.I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. "William Joseph Pintard, you son of..." My words caught in my throat as a small, angel-faced boy poked his head out from under the desk, his wide eyes locking onto mine before he shrank back like a startled pup. My ra
Leah's POVThe moon hung low, a sullen bruise in the sky, casting its pale judgment over the stone walls of Lucian's study. Its light slithered through the high windows, pooling on the floor where I stood, my swollen belly heavy under my dress, a reminder of the life I carried and the debts I owed. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and wax, and I felt the weight of every step I'd taken to get here, each one a defiance of the exhaustion that clawed at my bones. My father, Lucian, sat behind his desk, his broad shoulders hunched over a sprawl of documents, his face carved with lines of weariness and resolve. The room hummed with the quiet authority of his presence, a king who wore his crown like a shackle.I didn't speak at first, just let my gaze drift over the shelves, the maps pinned to the walls, the faint glint of a dagger resting on a side table. My heart thudded, a traitor in my chest, as I remembered the last time I'd stood in a room like this wit
Lycidas' POVThe morning light seeped through the narrow windows of the chamber, its pale fingers clawing at the stone walls, casting a dim glow that felt more like a shroud than a blessing. I stood there, cloaked in shadow, my breath a quiet snarl in my chest, the beast within pacing its cage. Finn was before me, his back turned, gazing out as if the world beyond held some answer I'd never given him. He didn't hear me approach - my footsteps were a predator's whisper, honed from years of stalking prey through moonlit forests and blood-soaked battles.As I closed the distance, he turned his head, and I caught the flicker in his eyes - relief, perhaps, or a fool's hope. His lips parted, the ghost of a smile tugging at them, but before it could fully bloom, I struck. My claws, sharp as moonlight on steel, tore through his chest with a wet, ripping sound. Blood bloomed like dark flowers across his shirt, vivid and cruel against the white fabric, spreading as if eager to c
Leah's POVI stepped out of Redwood Mansion, the heavy doors groaning shut behind me like a beast drawing its last ragged breath. The moon hung low and vicious in the sky, its bloody light spilling over the battlefield, painting the carnage in shades of rust and shadow. The air reeked of death - smoke curling thick and acrid, blood pooling in the dirt, the metallic tang clawing at my throat. Before me, the crowd shuffled through the wreckage, their faces hollowed out by exhaustion, hands stained red as they hauled bodies and hacked at the earth. Some wailed, others worked in silence, but all moved like ghosts trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake from. My hand drifted to my swollen belly, fingers trembling against the faint kick of life inside me. It was the only thing tethering me to this fucked-up world.A sudden blur of motion snapped my head up, and I froze as two massive shapes lunged out of the haze. Direwolves - huge, hulking bastards with eyes like burning
Leah's POVThe darkness clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I lay crumpled in that cursed cage. Pain gnawed at my bones, a relentless beast that had long since made a home in my flesh. My left eye was swollen shut, a throbbing reminder of Magda's fists, but I forced the right one open, squinting through the haze of blood and exhaustion. That's when I saw him - Lucas. He stormed into the room like a thunderclap, tall and handsome, his presence a jagged blade slicing through my despair. Majestic, he was, even with that chrome-colored mechanical arm glinting cruelly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the flesh I'd once known.He didn't hesitate. That gleaming arm shot out, fingers wrapping tight around Magda's throat, squeezing until her gasps rasped against the silence. With his other foot, he smashed the cage door open, the metal shrieking as it bent under his fury. I flinched at the sound, my body tensing out of habit, but then his eyes found m
Leah's POVI opened my eyes to a nightmare carved into my own flesh. My skin was ulcerating, sores splitting open like overripe fruit, weeping pus and blood across my arms, my legs, my chest. The stench hit me first - rotting meat, sour and thick, clogging my throat - but there was no pain. No sting, no burn, just a cold, creeping numbness that pinned me down like chains. I tried to move, to claw my way out of this decaying shell, but my limbs wouldn't answer. My body was a traitor, a cage of meat and bone, and I was trapped inside it.In front of me, Leo thrashed under the grip of a naked werewolf - a hulking, beastly thing, more monster than man, its matted fur streaked with filth. His bloodshot eyes locked onto mine, wild and desperate, pleading for something I couldn't give. Through our Mindlink, his voice rasped into my skull, faint and final - "I'm dead now. You will be the next, sister."The words sank into me like teeth, tearing at the last threads of ho