Never had I even dared to dream of a life like this.
I started as the ugly and chubby little duckling with parents that never were around. They were warriors for the pack, one of the best in their field, which meant they traveled a lot. It was never like I lacked anything special, but I never had anything special, either.
My mother and father didn’t want kids, but they had me and did the best they could for a while. When I got older, they meant that I could manage myself. The disappointment on their faces when they realized I didn’t want to fight as they did and didn’t do well in combat training was heartbreaking. I knew very well I would never be able to follow in their footsteps, but the truth was I never wanted to.
Either way, it didn’t make it hurt any less. They never tried to hide their disappointment and mentioned as often as possible that I wouldn’t be so fat if I trained like them. I liked the training, not combat and fighting. I enjoyed running and swimming, but that didn’t count. That would not kill anyone.
So, in other words, as I grew older, I didn’t mind that I came home from school to an empty house—less judgment and guilt.
I needed that peace and quiet after a long day at school. You see, to be a werewolf and chubby was taboo. It seemed like every single one of them was built like models and Greek goddesses.
So, needless to say, I was picked on. I was never severely bullied, but just about enough for me never to fit in. I never had a close friend. I was never invited to join after school. I was an ugly, fat outsider that even disappointed my own parents. Always left outside, always laughed at.
After a while, even the Luna forgot to invite me to the essential or grand pack events. The first time I asked about it, she was all so apologetic—kind of.
“Ooh! I’m so sorry, Mallory. Did I forget you? Did you know the couple? Well, maybe? No? well, I guess missing one mating ceremony is not that bad now, is it?”
I started hearing more often at schools about pack gatherings, celebrations, and grand dinners for essential guests. I was never there. I was not welcome.
Then the summer when I turned 15 arrived, and apparently, I was what they called a late bloomer. When school started up again, everyone looked at me. I grew tall and slim, and my boobs suddenly decided to show up for the party. My acne cleared, and I discovered mascara. All this changed me from an ugly duckling to the girl all boys drooled at, and girls now wanted to be my friend! I relished in the attention; I was in heaven!
How naive I was.
I also met Clark, he wooed me off my feet, and I fell hard. My first and only crush. My first and only love. We were ‘The couple’ in school now. Popular, good-looking, and with bright futures. We were invited to all the parties, all events—everything worth mentioning, and we were there. He treated me well, showered compliments, and spoiled me like a princess. He even accepted and understood that I wanted to wait with s*x. I loved everything about this man. I lived in the perfect fairytale for three years, and I was so afraid the day I turned 18.
What if I found my destined mate now? What if it’s not him? The thought of him finding or mating with someone else made me sick and heartbroken. I didn’t have to worry for long. It was like the moon Goddess blessed me herself. Clark was my destined mate, my fated partner for life. I was marked and mated with our pack’s Beta son and the love of my life, Clark.
I was so naive.
For years, our love bloomed, I lived happily, and I had the life I always wanted. Living in our own little house right by the packhouse, I was a stay-at-home wife and mate. I helped the Luna and Beta’s mate out with whatever they needed. I volunteered at the children’s hospital and at the orphan house. For once, I felt needed, loved, and accepted, and I felt like I belonged. We also started talking about having our own family, something I wanted with all my heart, and having what I never really had. To show how an innocent baby and child are supposed to be loved and cared for. The thought and dream of a child that would be my own and Clark´s made my heart flutter. It became my obsession, goal, and everything I had prepared for.
Even if this was all I wanted, and there was no lack of trying, it didn’t happen as quickly as I thought it would, and after about six months, I started having some terrible pain in my lower abdomen but still no pregnancy.
I went to the pack doctor several times. He said nothing was wrong with me. That didn’t change anything; the pain was often worse when Clark was away. This started to make me a bit clingier than I used to. I didn’t want him to go in fear of the pain. I was screaming in bed alone at night or fainting somewhere. It started to scare me. What if something was terribly wrong with me? What if I couldn’t bear children? Could I never have the family I longed for? What would Clark think if we didn’t have an heir? Clark was not the one to take over the Beta position, his older brother was, so maybe an heir was not that important.
I was fooled.
Then one day, he just came home, of course, right after the worst pain in my life, so I was fresh out of bed. Puffy red eyes and messy hair, and I felt terrible to begin with. First, I was overjoyed and relieved that he came home early; I needed him beside me. I was feeling so weak, scared, and terrible. All I wanted was to throw myself into his warm and safe embrace, for him to tell me everything would be okay!
My smile dropped, and my heart froze when I saw them. Clark, my destined mate, my one true love, was standing in the living room with his hand around a girl’s waist. To make it even worse, she was drop-dead gorgeous, and I sensed she was a higher rank than the both of us.
“Clark? Honey, what is the meaning of this?”
“Mallory, good you’re home! Please sit down; we need to talk!”
“My ears work perfectly fine while standing up, dear. So what is this? Who is she, and why the heck are your hands around her waist?”The gorgeous brunette rolled her eyes and motioned towards the sofa on the other side of the table as they both sat down beside each other. I reluctantly sat down, watching Clark the whole time and waiting for an explanation for him to come to me, for him to hold me and kiss me before introducing his cousin or something.“ Mallory, like you know, I’m not the one taking over the Beta position; that’s Michael. That basically leaves me as just a pack member or Beta backup. “He spat out, sneering.I nod at him. I know this. We both always knew of this, and I had never heard that there was any problem with that. This was how our future was supposed to be, how we always discussed it.Before Clark started to talk again, the brunette got up and disappeared into the kitchen. I thought to give us some privacy.“We haven’t got any children yet. It seems that’s so
When the winter started to set in and the first snowflakes danced down from the skies, Clark came to visit me. I couldn’t even smell his presence anymore, but the tiny familiar sparks that spread out on my arm as he touched me through the gates of my cage pulled me back into the real world. My dark and cold world.He had a slight smile, and his eyes almost looked sad. Deep down, a small part of me hoped he was here to get me. To save me, to tell me all this was a mistake! He was forced, tricked, and threatened into this. That this was to save me. For the first time in over a month, I felt my wolf stir; no matter what he did to us, the mate bond was still intact. He never rejected us.There he was, still so beautiful, the face I’d loved for so many years. The man I loved, my mate, my other half. So close. I didn’t even dare to move, so afraid that he would be gone if I blinked. That this was just one of those dreams and hallucinations, I’ve had before. They gave me so many different dr
So, you might think I ran to Clark and his little b**h right away and ended their miserable lives, but no. I was not that stupid. Clark didn’t deserve to die, not his new little wh**e either; it would be too easy on them. Besides, I needed training. I was still weak.Even if both of them were slippery as eels and had an IQ that matched the animal. Their ranks made their wolves robust, and would defend their human counterpart if someone threatened their lives. A fight that I would lose. Even if my trail of thought changed, my body was weak, my heart still in pieces, and my soul still black and crying.When I came back, I was basically a rogue; no pack and no family. All alone in my own misery and hatred. I figured out that I would need a pack of sorts, but I didn’t want just any pack. This was a time to be innovative. I sought out a small pack I remember hearing about from my parents when I was young: specially trained werewolves and hybrids in combat, stealth, tactics, and tracking. I
I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.Finally, a dark shadow walked up to the door I was watching. Searching his pocket, found a key and opened it before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. I smiled. I had so much planned for this night. This scumbag of a human is going to regret his life choices. I took a final deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.I let myself out of the apartment three hours later, satisfied with my results. I can already picture tomorrow’s headlines!‘Highly r
I made a quick stop, checked in at my hotel, and put on a new change of clothes. I threw my bag on the bed and headed out. I had a job waiting for me in Dallas, but I needed this detour. I needed to have a clean sheet again. My hands were sweaty, my head was hurting, and my heart was racing painfully. I hadn´t slept for two days. I needed my time in sub-space, I needed my break, I needed Bear.The only person besides Mickael that could and was allowed to break through my walls. I can still smile thinking of our first meetings; we fought as if our lives depended on it, partly because I have difficulty allowing anyone past my walls. Even if I wanted to, they were impenetrable. So they need to be forced down or torn down. The other part was our animals; it´s not natural to give away dominance.They fight over it. So we did too. After three meetings, he won, and for the first time in my life, I experienced access to sub-space just by spanking, by submission. Sub-space, for me, was a free
The fear speeded itself through me like a freight train. Before my expression could be suppressed, it was detected in an instant. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head away as he leaned forth and took a deep, slow sniff up from my collarbone to my ear.This guy was disgusting through and through; the sheepish grin on his face made me feel sick to my stomach. Luckily, the fear melted into the rage coursing through my body quickly, and I wheeled in the needed control. I was not afraid to die; I never was. I rather deep fry, season, and eat my own hair than show this scum fear. He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit!I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branc
My eyes would not listen, so I could not see where I was, but the stench ofblood and serpent was lacking. Instead, it somehow smelt familiar. I felt safe;mumbling voices grew closer and closer. Two. Two people were talking.I took a deep breath, and the fresh air and sting of pain told me I was indeedalive. Death was not granted. I still had time and still had a purpose. But how?I opened my eyes like small creeks with all the strength I could muster, but Isquinted them back shut and groaned. The sharp light burned my eyes, and Icould not see anything but white light.That was, however, a bad idea. The people talking suddenly stopped. Theywere now aware that I was awake, and heavy steps came closer. That’s when Iremembered the sparks I felt just before I drifted away, and my heart did itsbest to jump out of my chest. I was helpless and weak. I could not move a muscle. Istarted sweating and trembling, fear
“WHAT!?!”Was he serious? I never knew he swung that way! Is he just fuckingwith me? I looked over at Bear, that seemed to be studying myreaction, and the moment his eyes met mine, I knew he was tellingthe truth. For a split second, my heart dropped, and I sank back downon the bed. There it was again, jealousy. No, it´s just because I likewhat we have! I don´t want to find me a “new Mr. Bear.”He has been mine for so long, but he was never really mine. Iknew that, but still.Ifell asleep without even noticing it myself. This little bump in theroad was too much. I didn´t have the energy for emotional reactions,they usually cost me a great deal, but now they cost too much, and Islipped away into the darkness again.Another week flew by, and I didn´t follow at all. I was just there. Inand out of sleep, I did remember eating and drinking f