LOGINDamien's POV
I force the heel of my palm hard against the wood of the map table, leaning down until the grain presses into my skin.
The scratching noise of the pencil in my hand is the only sound in the war room. I draw another thick line across the northern border sector, marking the perimeter where the scent broke off into nothingness.
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Alpha Dexter’s POV!Abuse Warning!I finally had her where I wanted her, between my legs. Her mouth was warm and inviting, everything I thought it would be, but her scent filling my office, that was what tipped me over the edge. Her fear and shame, I breathed it in.The pressure of her lips around my cock, the wet sounds she made leaving her throat and the pain radiating off her made me climax harder than I had in months.I needed more, my wolf demanded we took what we were owed. I agreed.Tonight I will show her what a breeder is used for. Let her feel the true domination of a reigning Alpha. The consequences won’t matter. Whether the seed in her womb is Damien’s or my own won’t matter. No one will know. Every pup of my blood will be an asset to this pack, strong and ruthless
Brie’s POV!Abuse Warning!The silence in the damp stone room is not the kind that lets you rest, the air won’t let you breathe either. The room is heavy, wet, and smells of rotting mortar and old dirt. It presses against my ribcage until my lungs forget how to expand properly. My head is heavy with darkness that isn’t solely my own, Jackling has been unusually quiet, the room and my thoughts are depressing too.Footsteps echo down the hall. Heavy, measured, entirely too deliberate to belong to anyone who brings food or pity. So it’s not Mabel nor Sorrel.When the iron-studded door creaks open, the guard doesn’t even look at my face. He just jerks his chin toward the corridor.“Move to the Alpha’s
Alpha Dexter’s POVShe shuts the door like she already knows how this works. The lock clicks shut and my blood starts moving in anticipation.Lori turns, her silk still clinging to her body, her eyes sharp, mouth set in determination. She doesn’t tremble or hesitate, she knows what is expected and somehow that dulls the edge.The fear and shame that normally perfumes my office for these deals is what fuels my wolf. Lori’s scent is nothing like that, she doesn’t stir the interest of my animal. But that doesn’t hold me back from claiming her payment.I lean against the desk and watch her fingers find the hem of her dress. She pulls it up slowly, deliberately, like she is offering something she knows the price of. The dress falls down exposing her pale skin and full
Lori’s POVThe door of Damien’s suite slams shut in my face, the loud, final click of the lock vibrating straight through my teeth.My chest burns. Hot, violent fury rushes through my veins, making my skin prickle with a toxic itch I can’t scratch.That miserable little omega. That filthy, low-blood piece of trash has dug her claws so deep into him that he is throwing away his chance at ultimate power, a dynasty, a crown, and me. All for her.My knuckles turn white as I grip the edges of the wooden tray in my hands. The honeyed warmth I practiced on my face for the past hour melts away, replaced by a snarling, twisted ugliness. Every single breath feels like inhaling smoke. He looked at me with pure disgust. He chose her, a caged animal rotting in the damp basement, over the future Luna Queen.I spin on my heel, my boots clicking furiously against the stone corridor. I don’t care about the rain lashing against the high Gothic windows or the guards who flatten themselves against the wa
Damien’s POVThe door locks behind me with a sound that goes straight through my ribs. I stand there for a full breath, one hand still raised like it hasn’t gotten the message that she doesn’t want me touching her, that she doesn’t want me there at all.The basement air clings to my skin, damp and heavy with the same rot that lived in her voice when she told me to go marry Lori.My boots move on their own, up the narrow stone stairs, and past the guards who flatten themselves against the wall so quickly it borders on ridiculous.I don’t look or speak to anyone. The bond in my chest has gone quiet in a way that feels worse than the silence from the past few days, worse than the constant pull. It feels like someone has cut the cord and left the bleeding end inside
Brie’s POVThe air down here doesn’t move. It just sits in the corners of the stone walls, thick with the smell of damp earth and old rot that makes my stomach roll over itself.Every single morning, the same heavy clank echoes down the hall. Dr. Lupin, the pack doctor, walks in carrying his metal case like an executioner holding his tools. He doesn’t look me in the eye. He just presses his cold, sterile fingers against my lower stomach, muttering numbers under his breath, checking for a pulse of life that isn’t there.‘Negative,’ he says every time, like it’s a failure on my part. It’s like my body is a broken machine refusing to cooperate with their grand design. And then he leaves. The heavy door swings shut, the lock turns with a loud, final click, and I’m left alone again with th







