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Liora
Eight months pregnant!
I chuckled, tracing the tight, swollen curve of my belly. I raised my chin and looked at myself in the rearview mirror, a massive smile spreading across my cheeks.
I was finally giving an heir to my mate. I was finally going to be a true Luna for the Alpha. Kaelen was finally going to love and cherish me!
"Luna Liora, we have arrived," the pack driver announced calmly as the car rolled to a halt in front of the mansion.
I exited the vehicle, practically buzzing with excitement as I made my way to the packhouse steps. After years of miscarriages, endless bruising injections, and agonizing fertility treatments, I finally got to break the news: our pup was strong, and ready to be birthed in just a few weeks.
I soon made it into the foyer. But something seemed off. Where was everyone? The maids? The guards? Beta Thorne? Where was my mate? Why was the packhouse eerily empty? After being quarantined in the pack’s clinic for over two weeks, shouldn't someone be here to welcome their Luna?
Confused, I waddled up the staircase, taking one heavy step at a time, rubbing my lower back to soothe the dull ache of the extra weight. ‘He must be inside,’ I thought to myself.
I finally reached our bedroom, eager to push the heavy oak door open. If Kaelen was asleep, I'd risk waking him up —something I usually never dared to do. He would normally yell at me, calling me a wolfless, barren burden. But no more! There would be no need for him to say hurtful words ever again. I was about to break the best news to him.
As my hand grabbed the brass handle, I noticed the door was already cracked open a fraction. Hmm… Strange. But even stranger was the suffocating smell that suddenly wafted into my nose.
Pheromones.
And then, a wet, rhythmic slapping sound echoed from the dim darkness inside. Curious, I pushed the door open. The heavy hinges gave a slight creak.
My body instantly froze. My heart stopped beating. Bile rose hot and fast in my throat.
"Oh, Kaelen.. yes… oh yes, please don’t stop!"
My thumb went completely numb against the handle. My eyes confirmed what my ears were desperately trying to deny.
It was him. Right in the center of the tangled silk sheets. My mate. My Alpha.
His broad, muscular back was slick with sweat and what looked like baby oil. His hands gripped bruisingly tight around a woman's waist as he drove into her with a savage, primal desperation.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was completely dry. Beneath him, her perfectly manicured fingers tangled in his dark hair, was a face I knew too well. Selena. His late brother’s wife.
"Oh my fucking God! You're so... uuh... fucking... deep, Alpha," she whimpered, arching her back to take more of him.
My brain stalled. My mate was fucking another woman.
I was no longer able to hold back the agonizing pain. Tears began trickling down my eyes. I tried to stay silent, but a choked, ragged gasp tore its way out of my throat.
Kaelen instantly stopped his rhythmic movement. He turned his head, his eyes locking onto me. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form. The betrayal seared through my veins, putting a hard stop to my brain.
"K.. Kaelen, wha… what are you doing?" I finally choked out, my voice trembling violently.
"What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?" Kaelen barked, not even bothering to pull out of her. "I am fucking Selena. The woman who will actually be my true Luna!"
Before I could even process the cruelty of his words, a violent, excruciating pain suddenly ripped through my abdomen like a jagged blade.
I screamed, my hands flying to my swollen belly as a warm gush of fluid soaked through my maternity dress, splattering loudly onto the floor.
My water!
I collapsed to my knees, blinding agony radiating down my spine. "K- Kaelen..." I sobbed, clutching my stomach. "The baby... something's wrong.. it’s too early!"
Kaelen stared down at me. He wasn’t rushing to my side. For a moment –just a second or more, I sensed a flicker of sympathy from him. I felt an impulse in him, as if he wanted to ignore everything he had become and pull me to my feet. I could feel his internal struggle.
“Oh Kaelen, what is going on? Why is she making a mess everywhere?” Selena's voice suddenly interrupted.
Almost immediately, I could feel the warmth of Kaelen’s sympathy disappear. The smell of tulips was now being replaced with decay, rot. His eyes met mine, now narrowed with absolute, freezing disgust.
"Fuck," he groaned, wiping a hand down his face. "Are you kidding me, Liora? Right now?"
"Please... help me..."
"You couldn't have waited five more fucking minutes?" I heard him sneer, but the pain I felt was louder than his words.
I watched in agony as he finally got out of the bed and over the puddle of my amniotic fluid as if I were a diseased rat.
"You just had to sneak around and ruin my high. I was just about to cum, and now look what you've done. You're making a mess everywhere."
"Kaelen!" I shrieked as another contraction tore me apart, dropping me fully to the floor. I couldn’t take it no more.
"Oh, Alpha, she's being so dramatic. She's ruining the mood." I heard Selena pout.
"I know," Kaelen sighed, looking at my writhing form with dead eyes. "Guards!"
Two pack warriors rushed into the hallway, freezing when they saw their naked Alpha, the widow in his bed, and their pregnant Luna bleeding out on the floor.
"Get this pathetic creature to the clinic before she stains the floorboards more," Kaelen ordered, turning his back on me. "And don't bother me unless the pup survives. I don't care what happens to her."
*****
The blinding fluorescent lights of the pack clinic stung my tear-filled eyes. I writhed on the cold metal table, my frail hands gripping the side railings so hard my knuckles turned bone-white. I looked around, there was no one to comfort me, not the Beta, not the Alpha. I was all alone, about to experience a very painful childbirth.
“Ah…” I screamed helplessly as the first contraction compressed my spine so violently I choked on my own screams. Another came, and then another. My mind flooded with questions; was this how painful childbirth is? Or was it because I had a weak wolf with no supernatural healing, and so my body was completely refusing to cooperate?
The head pack surgeon stepped into the light. He didn’t look at my face. He didn't look at my tears. His eyes were locked dead on my swollen stomach as he snapped a pair of latex gloves onto his wrists.
"The pup's heart rate is dropping," he muttered to the nurses, his voice completely flat. "We have to take him out now."
"Please," I sobbed, thrashing as another violent contraction hit. "It hurts... please, give me an epidural. Anything."
He finally looked at me, his eyes devoid of any pity. "No painkillers," he ordered a nurse, dismissing my pleas entirely. "We will not risk sedating the Alpha's heir to ease your discomfort because of your wolfless state."
Before I could even process what he was saying, rough hands pinned my wrists to the freezing metal table. Thick leather straps buckled over my arms. I couldn’t move.
Cold iodine swabbed my stomach. Then, sharp cold steel pressed against my skin. Amidst my pain, I was trying to understand what they were going to do. Were they really going to…
“Ahhhh..!!” I suddenly shrieked with the last energy i had left as a blinding, white-hot fire sliced straight through my flesh. I was fully awake.
I screamed until the taste of copper flooded my throat. I thrashed against the restraints, my vision going completely black as the monitors beside my head began to emit a steady, terrifying flatline tone.
The last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me was the tiny, fragile wail of my pup. I tried to find it, but my head was too heavy to bear the pain anymore. My tired eyes finally shut close.
******
Two hours later
A steady, irritating beep dragged me back into my body.
My eyelids felt glued shut. The harsh clinic lights stabbed my eyes, and the air tasted like industrial bleach. I tried to shift my weight, and a scream caught dead in my throat.
Fire. Pure, searing fire ripped across my lower stomach. Thick thread pulled taut against my raw flesh, threatening to tear my abdomen wide open if I breathed too deeply. How long had I been out? I wondered through the pain. Hours? Days?
Suddenly, I felt a tiny, warm pressure resting right over my heart. Fighting the blinding sting in my gut, I forced my heavy chin down.
Water fell from my eyes as I saw him. He was there. My trembling hands curled instinctively around the small bundle on my chest. Wrapped in a scratchy clinic blanket, his little face was red and bruised. He was impossibly small.
But his tiny chest was rising and falling.
The door to my room suddenly flung open.
I looked up, my throat raw. It was Kaelen. He walked in, fully dressed in his pristine Alpha leathers.
"Kaelen," I breathed, a desperate smile trembling on my lips. "Look. Our baby. Your heir, Kaelen."
But Kaelen didn't smile. He didn't even look at the surgical monitors charting my erratic heart rate. He walked straight to the edge of the bed, leaned over, and took a deep, sharp sniff of the baby in my arms.
His nose wrinkled. His lip curled into a sneer.
"He smells human," Kaelen spat, stepping back in disgust as if my child carried a plague. "Not a single drop of Alpha blood. Just a weak, premature mistake. Like its mother!"
I pulled the baby tighter against my chest, my fresh stitches burning as I curled around him. "B-but he's your son," I whispered fiercely.
"He is a burden. And so are you," Kaelen said, his voice echoing off the sterile tiles. "I need a Luna who can lead, Liora. Not a defective incubator who ruins my bed and produces useless offspring."
"What the fuck... what are you saying?" I managed to retaliate, tears finally spilling hot over my cheeks. “How dare you say such horrible words to my pup?”
He wiped his hands on his thighs, his icy eyes locking onto mine.
"Get up. They're wheeling you to the pack square," he ordered coldly. "It's Slave Trade Day. And I’ve found a buyer for my trash."
I woke before the light with his arm heavy across me and my first clear thought was, what have I done??The fire had burned to embers. The cabin was grey and cold above the warmth of the furs, and Riven slept behind me, curled around me, his breathing slow and even against the back of my neck, one big scarred hand resting open over my heart like even in sleep he was afraid I'd slip away. And I lay there in the circle of him and I felt the guilt come back exactly where I'd left it, sharpened now, waiting.Stiles.I had sent Stiles out into the cold last night with his heart in his hands and an hour later I had done this. The knowing of it sat in my chest like a very heavy stone. He had asked me one honest question, ‘do you love me’, and I had not been able to answer, and then I had given the answer to someone else with my whole body, just not to him. He would smell it on me. Wolves always know. He would take one breath of me in the morning and he would know exactly what happened in thi
The second the words leave my mouth, something in him snaps.Riven’s eyes go black-gold and feral. One heartbeat he is still inside me with three careful fingers. The next he is yanking them free, shoving his leathers down just far enough, and lining that thick, heavy cock against my entrance.“Say it again,” he snarls, voice pure gravel and command. The head of him presses against me, already slick from how soaked I am. “Look at me and beg for it properly, little bird. I want to hear my mate ask her King to destroy her.”My face burns. My cunt clenches around nothing. The bond is screaming, my wolf is howling, and every filthy, desperate part of me answers without shame.“Ruin me, Riven.” My voice cracks. “I don’t want soft. I don’t want slow. I want you to fuck me like you’ve been dying for it. Like the months without me almost killed you. Use me. Fill me. Make it hurt so good I forget every reason I ever hated you. Please.. please just—”He thrusts home in one long, brutal stroke,
“I hate you.” The words come out cracked and true. I drag his mouth back to mine anyway, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him groan. “I will never forgive you. Not for chasing me out. Not for any of it.”“I know.” His forehead rests against mine. His voice is wrecked. “Hate me. Just don’t send me away, my love. Not tonight. Please.”That single word nearly undoes me.He has never said please like this. Not to anyone. The sound of it lives under my skin and spreads heat low in my belly until I am aching, empty, and furious at how badly I want him.His hands map me with devastating care. He peels the shift from my shoulders and down my arms, pausing every few inches like each new patch of bare skin is something he has to earn. His fingers are scarred and rough and impossibly gentle as they skim the underside of my breasts, the soft curve of my waist. When he finally draws the fabric past my hips and tosses it aside, the cold air kisses every newly exposed place and makes me shi
I should stop this His mouth finds mine and for one heartbeat I let it. His lips are warm and rough from the cold and they move like he has been starving, and my whole body leans up into him before my mind catches what my body is doing.Then I catch it.I wrench back. I get both hands flat against his chest and I shove hard, and I scramble up off the pallet and put the width of the cold little room between us before I can talk myself out of it. My breath is ragged. My mouth is still burning from his."No!" My voice shakes and I hate that it shakes. "No. Get up. Get out. I mean it, Riven. This is not.. I am not doing this. You do not get to clean a cut on my foot and kiss me and have me, that is not how this works, not after everything. Get out!"I expect him to argue. To reach for me. To use that low ruined voice and those careful hands and close the distance the way any man would, the way Kaelen always did, taking the no as a door to lean on until it opened.Riven doesn't.He goes s
LioraThe door shut behind Stiles and left me alone with the King, and the cabin was suddenly far too small and too tight.."You had no right." I rounded on Riven, glad of the anger, reaching for it like a rope. "That was mine to end, not yours. You don't get to walk in here and command him like he's still one of your soldiers, you don't get to command anyone in this room or in this pack, least of all me. And you are not welcome here, Riven. You were never welcome. I let you sit by that fire, I did not invite you into my house.""I know." He had not moved from the doorway. He filled it, all that height and shadow, and he watched me with those molten eyes and he did not come closer. "I heard the whole of it, if you're wondering. I did not mean to. These walls are thin and my ears are what they are." Something moved across his face. "You told him you'll never forgive me. I want you to know I heard that, and that I think you're right to mean it.""Don't!" I turned away from him, back to
StilesShe didn't answer.I stood there with my hands on her arms and my whole stupid heart hanging open in the air between us, and I waited, and she didn't answer, and the silence went on long enough that the answer started to become the silence itself.I had held her before. That's the thing that broke me, standing there. This wasn't the first time I'd been this close. I'd had her against me on the porch that night, had felt her lean in, had kissed her over Brenna's grave with her hands in my hair. I knew what her body did when it wanted to be near mine. I knew the give of it, the way she softened.She wasn't soft now.She was stiff under my hands. Her weight was tipped back, away, some part of her already halfway to the door, and when I breathed her in, hoping for the thing I'd felt before, I got the opposite. She was repelling me. Not with words, not yet, but with the whole animal truth of her body, the small unconscious lean of a woman who wants to be somewhere else, and I have s
‘Mine.’The single word slammed into my chest like a physical blow.When Kaelen rejected me, just moments ago, the severing of our bond felt like a rusted blade dragging through my soul, leaving me hollowed out and dying. Typical werewolf reprisal to a severed bond. But this? This was a supernova.
LioraI woke up in a bed.That sounds like the smallest, most unremarkable thing. But after three years of a husband who monitored my pillow count and two weeks on a clinic cot with straps on my wrists, the weight of a real mattress beneath me — thick and warm and clean — felt so foreign it trigger
KaelenThe jagged tracks of the carriage wheels were permanently gouged into the mud.I stood at the edge of the pack square, staring down at the deep ruts left behind by those demonic horses. The freezing wind bit at my face, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel my fingers. All I could feel was
My knees gave out on the second step.The guards didn't care. They didn't stop dragging me.My bare feet slapped against the freezing stone of the grand staircase, my toes leaving small, pathetic smears of blood where I dragged. The rough fabric of the hospital gown rode up my thighs, exposing the







