I sat in the cold dungeon, my body aching and thoughts racing. The dim light from a low torch illuminated the light, reflecting my own feelings of weakness and despair.Next to me was Alven, his breathing was unsteady, with his leg injury still oozing blood. Thick iron chains bound his wrists, designed for the most dangerous of prisoners; it was clear Liam wasn't willing to take any risks with him, as he posed the greatest threat. And that meant I was in danger too.Tina's words echoed in my mind: "Liam might be your mate, but I'm the one he's going to marry."The idea twisted my stomach in anger and something else, something I didn't want to acknowledge because part of me still cared, a part I wished I could erase. But emotions can't distract me now. Alven was here, and he had a plan.Alven looked around the room, his sharp eyes assessing our surroundings. "They believe we're powerless," he murmured. "That's their first mistake."I frowned at his injured condition. "Alven, you can
The fire blazed fiercely overhead, thick smoke drifting into the dungeon and making it difficult to breathe. Liam held tightly to my wrist, as if afraid I might vanish the moment he released me. He had every reason to be afraid.Alven, still on chain, regarded Liam with a cold, amused expression, while Tina stayed at the entrance, her face a mask of neutrality. But I caught the brief spark in her eyes neither fear nor anger, but something more dangerous.Tina was plotting something.And I was about to find out what it was.Later that evening, once things had settled, I found myself confined to a different room, isolated from Alven. My wrists ache from the ropes, but my mind wouldn't allow me to relax.I was certain that Liam would come for me again. Yet my primary concern was not him; it was Tina.The way she had looked at him earlier made my skin has goosebumps.I had to discover her intentions.When the guards switched shifts and silence enveloped the hallway outside my room, I took
The world was filled with flames.The packhouse was being consumed by fire, thick smoke coming into the night. The heat burnt my skin, and the foul smell of burnt wood and blood invaded my senses. I could hear screams echoing in every direction. It was chaos. Amidst the destruction, I found myself frozen between two men.Liam his grip tight around my wrist, his green eyes filled rage mixed with an unfamiliar feelings.Alven standing amidst the smoke, sword drawn, his expression unreadable.This was war.And I was right in the center of it.***I had always called Alven was my brother.Ever since my parents passed away and I was a young rogue wolf, he stepped in as a family figure for me.He had protected, guided, and taught me how to survive. I trusted him with my life, and thought the bond between us was just for brother and sister.But I was mistaken.The way he looked at me...Initially, I refused to accept it, but whispers surrounded me. I noticed how Alven sometimes looked at me
Gwen's POVThe forest is eerily quiet; I can only hear my growling stomach.I know I shouldn't be so close to a pack territory as a rogue but there is hardly any other choice. Food first.Besides, any wolf I saw would most likely be an omega like myself. I could easily deal with those.Confident, I go further into the forest, following my nose as I rush through. Any animal would be fine, I just needed something quickly.The moon is out tonight and a cool breeze is blowing. If I was anywhere else, I would have been able to appreciate all this. But I could not.I'm too close to the Silver Moon pack. The Alpha of this pack was rumored to be extremely merciless to rogues. Infact, he was a legend- slaying any rogue he spotted on the spot. The stories had it that he had killed up to a thousand rogues.I move quietly and quickly through the forest, experienced after years of running and hiding. After my parents were killed by their pack for a crime they did not commit, I fled. Since then,
The Alpha makes my skin crawl.Two days ago, I was brought to the Silver Moon pack- labelled a slave. Not just any slave, of course.The entire pack believed I was Alpha Liam's plaything. A passing fancy of his.He had kept me locked up in a room; personally bringing me food and water. For some reason, he did not want anyone to come in contact with me. It's almost laughable. Of course he would not let anyone else from the pack meet me. How would they all react when they found out their ruthless rogue killing alpha was mated to an enemy?A mocking smile grows on my face as I think of this. He's afraid of being weak.Against my will, he brought me here. Why did he not reject me then? Why did he not end the bond that night?I remember the faces of the packmates that night when he brought me. How they howled and laughed at my helplessness over his shoulder. How my mate had enjoyed their praises; listened to them commend him for such a catch.My blood boils now as I think back to how hu
An heir? I was to remain here and give him an heir...By doing-Instantly, I try to push him off me but he doesn't budge, laughing instead. "I will not," I say. My voice is hoarse and hateful. Oh I'd be damned if I let this horrible creature inside me.So that's why he was keeping me locked here- waiting for me to break. He wanted to use me as a breeding mare. He actually wanted me to be his plaything; his whore. I'm shaking my head no, trying to push this beast of a man off me. Liam smiles and leans closer- he lets his forearms rest on both sides of my head.Our bellies are touching; I can feel his groin on my lap. My body tenses up. Being his whore, bearing his child, then what? He would take his sharpened claws and slit my neck open on the birthing bed? I would suffer through hell to bear his child only to be sent to the true hell?My mate licks his lips and smirks."I would never take a rogue into my bed. But you are my mate, so what choice do I have? Children born of fated m
For a week now, Alpha Liam has let me out of my room. Of course, the warriors around the perimeter of the property have been tasked to watch me. He gave me rules as well. One, I was not allowed to enter the central pack house where he lived with other important pack members. I was to remain in the lesser one where Omegas and slaves were housed.Two, I was absolutely forbidden to be involved with any other male. He would kill the fellow on the spot. It's not like I care....And for what reason would I involve myself with another obnoxious pack wolf?Another rule was that I was to respect all those with ranks superior to mine. He made it clear; he would not step up for me if I made any trouble. I scoff as I pluck off a grass stalk.Can't show weakness, huh...For the past week, he has become more and more touchy.He feels me up everytime he gets the chance. Every. Single. Time.It doesn't matter if I am in the open field like I am now, or if I am in a dark corridor. He doesn't care
Trigger warning: Assault Oh the moon goddess is a player, alright. She loves to play these games. I am not going to fall for this.It truly does not matter whether he's my mate or not. The hate does not change; I hate him just as much as he hates me. The jealousy I am feeling at this moment, watching him laugh and touch this princess wolf is all fake.It's a ruse. Without the mate bond, I would feel nothing but utter disgust for a pack wolf like himself.He means nothing.With this realization, I turn around to leave. The sun is already begun to sink and the weather feels right for a swim.Yeah. A swim will be nice...I can wash away the envy sticking to my skin and cleanse my mind of Liam. I decide then to leave for the river within pack grounds.The Silver Moon pack is extremely large, spanning over two different rivers and many acres of land. The river I am heading to now, is the less popular one.Rogues are rumored to sneak around the area. I guess it's befitting then that I go
The world was filled with flames.The packhouse was being consumed by fire, thick smoke coming into the night. The heat burnt my skin, and the foul smell of burnt wood and blood invaded my senses. I could hear screams echoing in every direction. It was chaos. Amidst the destruction, I found myself frozen between two men.Liam his grip tight around my wrist, his green eyes filled rage mixed with an unfamiliar feelings.Alven standing amidst the smoke, sword drawn, his expression unreadable.This was war.And I was right in the center of it.***I had always called Alven was my brother.Ever since my parents passed away and I was a young rogue wolf, he stepped in as a family figure for me.He had protected, guided, and taught me how to survive. I trusted him with my life, and thought the bond between us was just for brother and sister.But I was mistaken.The way he looked at me...Initially, I refused to accept it, but whispers surrounded me. I noticed how Alven sometimes looked at me
The fire blazed fiercely overhead, thick smoke drifting into the dungeon and making it difficult to breathe. Liam held tightly to my wrist, as if afraid I might vanish the moment he released me. He had every reason to be afraid.Alven, still on chain, regarded Liam with a cold, amused expression, while Tina stayed at the entrance, her face a mask of neutrality. But I caught the brief spark in her eyes neither fear nor anger, but something more dangerous.Tina was plotting something.And I was about to find out what it was.Later that evening, once things had settled, I found myself confined to a different room, isolated from Alven. My wrists ache from the ropes, but my mind wouldn't allow me to relax.I was certain that Liam would come for me again. Yet my primary concern was not him; it was Tina.The way she had looked at him earlier made my skin has goosebumps.I had to discover her intentions.When the guards switched shifts and silence enveloped the hallway outside my room, I took
I sat in the cold dungeon, my body aching and thoughts racing. The dim light from a low torch illuminated the light, reflecting my own feelings of weakness and despair.Next to me was Alven, his breathing was unsteady, with his leg injury still oozing blood. Thick iron chains bound his wrists, designed for the most dangerous of prisoners; it was clear Liam wasn't willing to take any risks with him, as he posed the greatest threat. And that meant I was in danger too.Tina's words echoed in my mind: "Liam might be your mate, but I'm the one he's going to marry."The idea twisted my stomach in anger and something else, something I didn't want to acknowledge because part of me still cared, a part I wished I could erase. But emotions can't distract me now. Alven was here, and he had a plan.Alven looked around the room, his sharp eyes assessing our surroundings. "They believe we're powerless," he murmured. "That's their first mistake."I frowned at his injured condition. "Alven, you can
Pain.It was the first thing I felt upon waking. A sharp ache in my wrists from the ropes digging in. My entire body ached, my head shoked, my lips were wounded, and my throat was dry.I was back in Liam's territory.Back in the place from which I had fought to break free.The dim room was infused with the smell of damp stone, illuminated only by a small torch on the wall. I attempted to shift for comfort, but the cold chains on my ankles made it impossible. I had been locked up like an animal.Footsteps.Heavy, slow, purposeful.The door creaked open, and he entered.Liam.His green eyes found me, his expression unreadable. He looked disheveled his shirt stained with blood and his arm bandaged. Though injured from the ambush, he stood tall, unyielding.Unlike me.I glared at him. "I hope you bleed to death."He smirked and moved closer. "Good morning to you too, love."I held at the chains, my anger boiling. "I'm not your love. I was never yours to begin with."Liam knelt next to me,
I fled.The wind stung my face, and my legs ached as I ran faster, refusing to look back. I couldn't afford to hesitate; if I did, Liam would seize me.Branches brushed my skin, while my bare feet sank into the damp earth as I dashed through the dense woods. My heart raced, overwhelming the sounds of dangerous creatures surrounding me. Although the air was chilly, I was drenched in sweat. There was no plan, no destination only the pressing need to escape.Liam's voice echoed in my mind: "You belong to me, Gwen."That wasn't true anymore.A distant howl pierced the night. Then another. Liam's wolves were on the hunt.I drove my legs to run faster, my breath ragged. My body protested, still weak from all I had endured in his pack. But I couldn't stop.If they caught me... I might never have another chance.***My lungs burned as I reached a steep slope, my feet struggling for traction on the loose dirt. My body begged for rest, but I pressed on, my eyes scanning ahead.Then I spotted it
Just as I had thought, that night was only a one time thing.Once we were done, Liam had excused himself, taking off in the direction of the river. I, on the other hand, returned to the pack, trying not to regret what we did.Now, fast-forward to five weeks later, I'm sitting in the fields as usual, watching the warriors spar and listening to little Theo rant about something. Liam barely speaks to me these days; hell he hardly ever looks my way.In these past weeks, I had made friends with Helen who couldn't shift just like me. She told me she had always been afraid to approach me, wondering how I'd react to a pack wolf after all her pack had done.We clicked immediately and she became the only solace I had here.Along with Theo of course."Aunt Gwenny, will you come for the ceremony?" My heart takes a pause at that moment and I have to frown. Liam had been arranged to mate Tina officially. Her pregnancy was true, she was already showing.Seems he was really serious about getting th
The silence that followed Liam's roar was deafening. Even the critters of the forest go quiet at his voice.But I refuse to- not this time."You can roar and run mad all you want! I am tired! I am tired of this; of you! You disgust me, you sicken me, you make me hate like I've never hated before. My parents! I watched my parents be devoured by your kind! I watched their own pack wolves tear them to pieces! And now look...I'm stuck here- with a good for nothing alpha like yourself! Kill me or let me go, Liam. I want nothing to do with you."Tears stream down my face steadily and when I'm done uttering these words, my entire body is shaking.Every single hurt is coming back to me and I cannot understand what to do. What was my fault in all this?Yes, I am an omega, and yes a rogue too. But did I deserve the torture that Silver Moon has subjected me to?Was it necessary?Liam is looking at me intensely; he's not speaking but I can see his fingers twitch.For a while, we don't say anythin
"And of course, I must thank my dear Liam for his unwavering strength and leadership. He's been my rock." She turned to him, her expression soft and adoring.Liam gave a curt nod, his face unreadable.Tina's eyes darted to me, her smile turning sharper. "Though some guests are... uninvited, we all know our Alpha has a heart large enough to extend mercy even where it's undeserved."The crowd tittered with laughter, their eyes locking onto me. My chest tightened, the burn of humiliation spreading through me like wildfire.My mockery hadn't even settled down yet when alpha Maxwell Tina's father chipped in coldly. "Her presence alone contaminates this hall, I don't know why you keep her around, she is a disgrace to your pack and did she really have to be invited to my welcome party Liam?" The cold faced alpha said as he stared at me in disgust.My wolf stirred within me, weak but angry. It clawed at my chest begging for release and before I could think better of it, I snapped."Say that
The healer's words replay in my head as I walk back to the omega house, Helen trailing silently behind me. "Two days if she must conceive." The phrase gnaws at my mind like a persistent thorn. My relief at not being pregnant is quickly overshadowed by the knowledge that I'm not free yet.Freedom is so close I can taste it, but it's also slipping through my fingers.Helen clears her throat behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Do you want me to fetch you anything? Food, maybe?"I glance over my shoulder at her, startled by the offer. Kindness is rare here, especially directed toward me. Suspicion creeps in, but I push it down. She seems genuine, and I'm too drained to dissect her intentions right now."No, thank you," I say, my voice hollow.She nods, her gaze darting to the ground before she scurries off, leaving me alone.As I reach my room, I lock the door behind me and slump against it, closing my eyes. My body feels heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and the relentless ache