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Veil.
Today is my sixth anniversary with my mate, Alpha Ryder of the Ghostriver pack. However, instead of celebration, I’m wallowing in pain as I watch the scene before me.
A scene I’m forced to watch with omegas holding me down like a prisoner and laughing at my misery.
Ryder is on our matrimonial bed, making out with omegas.
My cheeks drench with tears, and my wolf whines at the pain he’s causing us.
“Ryder…please. Stop!!!” I cry, struggling for the omegas to release me.
“Shut up, bitch!” Leila, his beta’s daughter, barks, sending her fist to my cheek. The slap stings so hard my vision blurs for a minute. “Didn’t the alpha instruct you not to speak!? Who do you think you are to defy him?”
“She thinks she’s the Luna…” Another omega echoes beside Leila, laughter in her voice. “She doesn’t know she’s nothing but a mutt.”
Ryder laughs at their words, continuing his actions with the omegas.
I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me.
I’ve been so supportive of Ryder ever since I abandoned my pack to be with him. The Ghostriver pack was nothing but a crumbling, wretched pack in our world, but I helped him rebuild it to what it is today.
I sacrificed my bond with my old pack, my money, everything just to please Ryder, and yet he’s never valued me.
Ryder has been punishing me in the worst ways imaginable, always forcing me to watch him bed other women despite knowing what it does to my wolf.
He’s made my wolf weak, and yet he verbally abuses me for having a weak wolf that doesn’t match his strength as an alpha.
More tears rush down my face in a frenzy as I hear him pounding and ejaculating in another omega.
“Why, Ryder?” I sob, forcing the words out. “Why do you keep doing this to me!?”
“I’ve done everything just to make you happy. I’ve abandoned my family for years as you demanded…”
“I helped you rebuild your pack and yet…” The pain cracks my voice, making me trail off.
“Please…stop. Stop hurting me. I beg you…”
Sweat beads on my forehead. My head dangles aside as my pulse begins to fade.
I can barely feel my wolf.
I’m hoping Ryder will listen, that he’ll stop. Instead, laughter is the response he gives me.
He rises from the bed and walks to where I’m forced to kneel, smirking.
“Stop hurting you?” He sneers, his brown eyes glinting. I nod slowly through my tears. “Why would I do that? You and your pack are the reason I lost my parents…”
I look up at him in shock, my mouth dropping open.
“That useless, impotent alpha your mother married killed my parents and left my pack in ruin…” he scoffs, tsking. “And those asshole stepbrothers of yours called “Three devils” ridiculed me, thinking the world belonged to them…” he laughs harder.
I flinch when he crouches and claps my chin hard, his fingers digging into my skin. He bores his eyes into me, snarling. “Your worst mistake was ever thinking this mate bond will make me fall for you, Veil. It took me years to find a way to ruin your pack, and you…you were just the right bait.”
No…
He can’t say that.
I’ve loved Ryder from the very moment I found out he’s my mate.
It didn’t matter that we’re from rival packs or that I was disobeying my mother’s husband, Alpha Moon. It didn’t matter that my Stepbrothers were against it. I just wanted to be with my mate, and I eloped with him when everyone least expected it.
“Every day you’re here, Veil, you’ll pay for what they did to me. What’s the best way to do that than to punish that stupid wolf of yours that chose to bond with me?”
The omegas’ laughter deafens me. Unrestrained tears plummet from my eyes.
This is too much.
This pain.
This punishment for a sin I didn’t commit.
It isn’t my fault that my mother married Alpha Moon as his fourth wife, and I became a part of the family that made him suffer.
“Ryder…please. I didn’t do anything. I’m innocent, I swear. My mother…”
“Shut up!” Ryder howls and hits me on my belly. The impact makes me wheeze, and my head reels.
I land on my back, squirming in pain on the floor. The omegas force me back to my knees, and Ryder holds me by my hair, making my scalp burn.
“You’ve always been naïve, Veil. What were you expecting? That I’ll treat you better after what that wretched polygamous family of yours did to me and my pack? They claimed all that was mine. They left my pack poor, my people dying…”
My body trembles seeing the cold, dangerous look in his eyes.
His wolf is about to surface, and if it does, the punishment worsens. I’ve had Ryder’s wolf throw me out through the window during one of his alpha haze, a moment where his senses are clouded by his pheromones. It’s a moment of complete rage.
I spent one month in the infirmary, trying to recover from the injuries. With my wolf weak, my natural fast healing ability has become almost impossible.
Now that his wolf is surfacing, panic surges inside me.
“Now, I’ve gotten almost everything back, thanks to you. So it’s time I make you feel what I experienced. You’ll watch me please my omegas, and you’ll do nothing…” his eyes glow, fangs slowly starting to bare.
He rises back to his feet, eyes still pinned on me.
“If you so much as blink, Veil, I’ll make sure to lock you up in the dungeon forever.”
My throat parched, I nod as laughter echoes in the background.
I watch through my tears as Ryder pulls Leila forward and claims her lips in front of me.
My wolf groans in pain, the mark on my neck scorching my skin.
Ryder takes her, praising her and cursing our bond.
I heave, my chest constricting.
When he pulls away from Leila, I almost think he’s done, but it’s as if the universe is mocking me for having hope, no matter how small.
Ryder pulls Leila into his chest and bares her neck.
Oh no.
He can’t do that
He can’t mark another woman when he’s still mated to me. It’s going to kill my wolf entirely.
But he does it anyway.
I watch my mate mark Leila. Instantly, fire races through my body. My belly knots.
“Ry…der…” I croak, feeling it, the last breaths of my wolf.
As if that’s not enough, Ryder’s voice ripples through the room. “Tonight, before these omegas and my chosen mate, Leila Havenwood, I, alpha Ryder Widow of Ghostriver pack, reject you, Veil Nightsaw, as my mate and Luna.”
“No!!” I howl at the pain that lances through me. It’s the worst of all the pains he’s put me through.
Fated mates aren’t supposed to reject each other because of the chances of one dying.
In this case, the outcome is already clear. With my wolf gone, I’m nothing. Just a weak, pathetic wolfless girl who was betrayed by the man she loved. The mate given to her by the moon goddess.
The wave of dizziness hits faster than I anticipated, and as my breath further slows, my vision gives way to darkness.
It’s over, I echo in my mind at the crushing reality.
Rio. I've been stuck in my office in the pack house, chatting with those who have decided to invest in Wolf D. Fortunately, the conversation is going well, and at this rate, we'll be having a physical meeting soon. Just as I'm rounding up my discussion with them, a rap comes on the door. I let the person in, and Pudim appears. He lingers a bit by the door before approaching my desk. There's a piece of paper in his hand. "I see you're busy, alpha." He says, grunting as he takes the seat across from me. "I can spare a minute if you have good news for me." He gives a low chuckle and then hands me the paper he's holding. "That some cheque?" I joke, taking it and unfolding it. "That's what I could gather as Alpha Damon's routine." My breath quickens, excitement bolting through me at the development. Scanning the paper, I read out his routine. "Takes his four-year-old daughter to combat training on Tuesdays around 4:00 PM." "Does jogging every morning along the Sixtmus Avenue o
Veil. "The fuck are you doing?" Hunter hollers as I cling hard to him, fighting a full-body shudder. "I'm hiding. You've got to protect me!" I shriek, my voice shaking. A string of curses ripples from his mouth. I was scared he'd push me off, but to my surprise, he allowed me to hide behind him. I sneak a look from his side, watching the figures advancing on us, silent as death. Where on earth did they come from? Skull heads, is that a thing? With how tense I am, my brain can't process a thing. Hunter reaches for his guns and takes a stance. "I don't fancy surprises like this, creeps," Hunter says, the wind carrying his voice. They keep advancing silently. It's only the wind that announces their presence. "Oh, guess you don't fancy talking, skull heads." Hunter blurts, flicking off his safety. And just like that, he unleashes a flurry of bullets at the five figures advancing toward us. I clap my hands over my ears in fear, feeling myself reacting the usual way I do at the
Veil. Hunter's eyes flare with undiluted rage. He quickly snaps his grip free from mine. Air abandons my lungs at what just happened. "The fuck is your problem, witch!?" He barks as he removes the cigarette from between his lips, that usual darkness in his eyes. I flinch away, lowering my head. "I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else." A humorless chuckle rips from his mouth. "Who'd have thought the witch has a kink for spanking in the cemetery?"What? My eyes flash up to his. Unbelievable. Why would he say such a thing?He continues talking like he didn't just blurt the weirdest thing I've ever heard. "Look, I don't care what your kink is. Just watch out for your partner and don't go about spanking random people." "I don't have whatever kink you think I have." I snap, disgusted by the idea. "Whatever. Just get out." He pulls back the cigarette and resumes inhaling and puffing it out without a care in the world. I watch his broad back, my legs unwilling to move. Hunter is e
Veil. It takes the help of Evoc, the old man who takes care of the cemetery, to find my mother's grave. I feel a certain kind of calm settle over me as I lay my eyes on the grave, and then the feeling quickly morphs into pain and sorrow. "Gotta leave it to you, kid." Evoc splutters and quietly limps away, the cane supporting his movement as his left leg is broken. The moment he disappears from sight, the first tear slips down my cheek. Goddess, that heart squeeze is unbearable. The sorrow is crushing. I don't know how I managed to stay put together since I returned to the pack without coming here. I miss my mom. Automatically, my knees buckle. I kneel before the grave, my fingers scraping over it after I drop the flowers. Her name 'Commander, Lady Nightsaw," is written on the gravestone with her portrait. "M-mom." My voice cracks, and without warning, the sob ratchets off my gut, splitting the air. "I miss you, mom." My head bends to the gravestone, tears now rushing down my
Veil. I expected Gilly to disagree with my offer to team up and find the moonstone. Much to my surprise, Gilly is a hundred percent willing to embark on this journey with me. She believes it's time my innocence is proven. Of course, she was a little disappointed that I attempted to escape from the pack without informing her. I felt really bad. I somewhat betrayed her trust, but we've buried the hatchet. We've moved on to the next agenda, and for two days we've been restlessly researching, reading books, and surfing the internet to find out places where the moonstone can be kept. It appears the energy the moonstone carries makes it impossible to keep it anywhere. We're yet to determine the kind of places the moonstone can be kept, and when we do, we'll be hunting for it in places like that. Today is Gilly's day off, and she's gone to meet her father and his new family while I'm working in the pack house, cleaning hurriedly because I have somewhere I need to be. Sweat pours from
Veil. I stir awake, realizing I'm back in my bedroom. I'm not surprised. I remember Rio and Pudim bringing me down from the saltire I hung on all night long. Goddess, my limbs are already screaming in pain, I can't move them. Hunter really punished me. When he brought his men in, my heart left my chest. I thought they were going to ràpe me like Ryder does. It's fortunate things didn't turn out like I feared. Whatever made him change his mind and flee from the room, I'll forever be grateful to that."I bet you're regretting being back here." The bass voice startles me, and I wrench my eyes from the ceiling to my left-hand side.There he is, Rio, swinging on the armchair back and forth. No smile lingers on his face. Beady eyes narrowed.I force myself up on the bed, turning to him cautiously. Heavens, I know he's seething with anger now.My intention was to flee to Nariah and start a new life. I never thought the plan would flop. Never thought I'd see him again, so, of course, I did
Veil. The overlapping voices of the servants rattle the ambiance of the kitchen. They're all discussing the fight earlier, admiration clear in their tones. Apparently, this isn't the first time such a fight has occurred in the pack house. It's recurrent, and always as bloody. I refrain from join
Hunter. The rebellious brother. That's what people call me because I don't follow rules. I never have. I never will. Rules are made for the oppressed. The poor. Never for the elites. The pack expects that term to shame me; unfortunately, I bask in it. If any of them grew up the way I did, being
Veil. The splash of cold, stinky water hit my face, and with a gasp, I rise up from the bed. Bed? Realizing it's true that I'm actually on a bed, I dart a frantic look around me. How in the heavens did I end up here, or is the previous day a dream? I mean, I clearly remember being in a cellar
Veil.Tears rush down my face in a frenzy. There's nothing gentle about the way he's taking me. His thrusts are deep, brutal. It severs my grip on control, and I'm left a wailing mess. Quin's beast is lost in the throes of pleasure. It's evident in the powerful slam of his hips on mine, the leng







