Mated To The Alpha's Son: A Stepmother's Sin

With not much strength in her legs, Denae walked back to her quarters, trying to be as silent as possible. She lived amongst four other girls, all of them belonging to Jerald; the man who had taken her father and mother’s life.He had raided and taken over their packs as well, but the hate that Denae felt towards him was not the same shown in those girl’s eyes. It was as if they had given up on life and were now hanging onto anything they could…why else would they be so happy when the alpha called for them? And why would they hate her for being his favorite?Adjusting the night gown she wore, she slowly shoved the door open, tiptoeing inside of the silent house. The door creaked as she slowly closed it and she hoped to the goddess that no one had heard.Her legs took her towards the stairs, and she climbed up each as slowly as she did every time she came back after her nightly meetings with Zaid.She headed towards her room, sighing out in relief when she made it inside. If she ever g

Denae stared into her dresser mirror, brushing her hair behind her ears…it was now time to sneak down to the abandon bathroom near the pack borders, it was time for her to visit Zaid.Her steps were slow and steady as she walked towards her door, gripping the knob and twisting it. Claudia wasn’t here…as promised, she had gone to visit Jerald, keeping him busy enough so that Denae didn’t really have to worry about him catching her.But Denae still had three girls to worry about…Gia, Hannah and Elizabeth…With careful hands, she pulled her door open, listening to the low, creaky sound it made. She stepped through it, heading down the hall and then down the sturdy wooden stairs.She looked around, studying the darkness in the house with eyes that were focused and unwavering. The things she had to do to survive…Sighing, she walked towards the exit when she neither heard nor saw anyone, opening up the noisiest door in this house; the front door.She hissed silently at it, glancing behind

Denae stumbled back, feeling entirely broken for the second time tonight. How could Zaid do this to her? She was aware that he hated the fact that they were mates…but did it repulse him this much?Enough to have him making love to another woman so close to where he made love to her…Denae wanted to turn her back and run away from the scene, but she was rooted in her spot, watching as Zaid’s lips skimmed over hers in a kiss he had never shared with her.Her eyes watered and her chest felt as though it was ruthlessly ripped open…pain and anxiety clouding her very vision, but she could see…For she saw it clearly when he turned to where she stood, smiling as he thrust into the moaning woman who was too blinded by pleasure to notice anything.Denae stepped back again, shocked; filled to the brim with disbelief. He knew she was here, didn’t he? He knew she was watching and yet still he w…Was he doing this to hurt her?Was he doing this because she showed up late?Denae twisted on her heel

Denae twisted awake in her bed, breathing hard with eyes that were as wide as saucers. She had just woken up from a nightmare, one which included her imaginary depiction of how her parents died. Jerald had told her the whole story and because of that, she could easily picture the awful scene in the nightmares that haunted her at night.Rubbing her eyes, she shuffled off the bed and towards the one bathroom in the house that she unfortunately shared with the other girls. On mornings like this when Jerald demanded they all have breakfast together, they’d get ready and leave for the dining house as soon as the sun came out.But today, they were all still here, waiting patiently by the four face basins aligned side by side in the bathroom.“Did you enjoy watching me cry like a fool last night?”Denae looked towards Claudia as she entered the room clouded by a threatening aura. “I enjoyed nothing about last night…now if you could move so that I can brush my teeth and wash my face…”Claudia

Denae shoved the plate of cookies that she had not touched on the kitchen counter and contemplated throwing the roses away twice before putting them in an old, empty vase she found. If she threw them away, then Gia, Elizabeth and Hanna would only report it back to Jerald.Sighing, she placed them by the window close to the kitchen sink then headed out of the house and towards the dining area that resided beside the pack house. She was hungry, Jerald had kept her locked away in her room for hours; laid up against her pillow with her on top of him.Every second she laid there, she was continuously wishing that she had a weapon somewhere on her; a knife or even a string to wrap tightly around his f*cking neck. He’d been calm and vulnerable, he had even closed his eyes…If only…Denae ran a hand through her hair, she hated herself for missing such an opportunity. She could’ve killed him, her revenge could’ve been over and done with and yet she was stupid enough to let it pass by.Entering