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EVELYN
"Are you daft? Don't you know I prefer my coffee with less sugar?" Diane yelled, her eyes wide with anger as she glared at me. Her hands shook with rage and immediately, she splashed the hot coffee all over my face. The burning liquid ran down, and I flinched, my heart racing as I wiped my eyes. The sting of her anger hurt more than the coffee itself. Have you ever seen a pack where Luna is still neglected and treated like a slave, even after getting married? Well, that’s me. I’m Evelyn Matthew, a 20-year-old girl who is mated to the powerful Alpha John from the Silver Moon pack. He was my second chance mate, a sparkle of hope after my first mate cruelly rejected me. It was the most painful experience of my life, a memory that haunts me since I was barely 18. My parents are dead, and now I live in the slave quarters where most omegas and orphans stay and are mistreated by the citizens of the Silver Moon pack. When I found out that my second chance mate was the Alpha of the pack where I was being enslaved, joy filled my heart. It was a surreal moment. Although when I looked into his eyes, it felt like he wanted to tear me apart that second. I could have sworn he was one sentence away from rejecting me. I really don't know what changed his mind and made him accept me, but it doesn't matter that much, right? I was too happy to even give it another thought. In the days that followed, he began treating me well. I felt like a human for the first time in my life. He bought beautiful clothes and handed them to me with warm and genuine smiles, making me feel a flutter in my chest for the first time. I would twirl in the soft fabrics, laughing freely, feeling like a princess. I wore the jewelry he gave me, and it sparkled like my new hope. But then, everything changed. Diane, his ex-girlfriend, returned from abroad six months ago and started living in this pack. The warmth in his eyes towards me started to fade. The kindness I had come to cherish slipped away, leaving me feeling small and neglected once more. Sometimes, when Diane returned from her outings with John, she would saunter back into the pack, a smug smirk playing on her lips, hinting that something else might have happened. I couldn’t help but notice how she leaned into John, her laughter ringing out like a siren’s call and how he would glance at her with a warmth that made my heart clench painfully in my chest. John always assured me that nothing was going on between them and that it was just business matters. I trust John with everything I have, so I find it hard to believe his ex-girlfriend. I lifted the hem of my long slip dress a little, making sure my underwear stayed covered, and used the soft fabric to wipe the coffee off my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I cleaned away the warm, sticky mess. Diane stood a few steps away, a smirk on her face as she watched me struggle. With a toss of her hair, she threw her bag over her shoulder and turned to walk away, her laughter ringing in the air. Just as she passed, she kicked at my legs playfully, the impact catching me off guard but I managed to stop myself from falling. I heard the door slam open. I turned back, my breath catching in my throat as I saw a figure coming closer: a very handsome young man with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression—John. Whenever his deep-set blue eyes peered into mine, my heart started to race. My lips curved into a bright smile. I took a step forward, reaching out for a hug, eager to feel his arms around me. However, he pushed me aside, his face firm, and my heart sank in confusion. His voice was low and threatening, slicing through the air like a knife. "I've warned you several times to stay in your lane, haven't I?" "But John—" I started, my voice shaking. His face twisted with anger, his lips curling back as he growled, "How dare you call me by my name?! When did you get the nerve to do that?!" With each word, he stepped closer, his sharp jaw clenched and his brows knitted tightly together. The intensity of his piercing blue eyes felt like a spotlight, making my heart race with fear. I instinctively took a step back, wanting to shrink away from his presence. I looked down, avoiding his gaze, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and anxiety. "You are nothing but a slave to me. Have I ever called you my Luna?" he said as his voice hit me hard like a ton of bricks. I shook my head, my heart pounding as his piercing gaze locked onto mine, sending a jolt of fear through me. His earthy, powerful scent filled my nostrils making me shiver as his breath brushed against my skin. "I'm... sorry... Alpha John," I stammered, my voice lower than a whisper, trembling as I spoke. John wasn’t even bothered about how badly I was treated in his pack simply because I was an omega and a slave. It stung to realize that the rules of the pack, which branded me unworthy, didn’t seem to affect him at all. It is forbidden for an Alpha in this pack to mate with someone like me, yet he brought me into the Alpha's mansion. He was the same man who, since finding out I was mated to him, has harbored hatred for me in his heart. He feels disgusted by my presence, and I know that, but still, he makes sure not to throw me out of his mansion, and that's how kind I saw him. In a second, he grabbed my arm as we walked from the dining room, heading for the stairs. Our legs hit the stairs, echoing around the house. We reached our room, and he threw me onto our matrimonial bed, my back hitting the mattress as I felt confused about what was happening. My heart pounded against my ribcage. "Alpha John... what's..." Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my neck and began to kiss me, undressing my gown with his other hands, until my boobs were exposed. He pressed them each with both hands really hard, spreading my legs on the bed, so he could view my c**chie well. "You want me to stop?" He asks me intensively at the side of my ear as I shook my head his marvellous scents spread across my face, his breathe was so fucking hot and dare I say no? He slammed my face on the bed as he licked every part of me, he grabbed my hair lifting my face up as he whispered something in my ears. "Just bear in mind that you're only a whore to me and not a wife, do I make myself clear?" I smiled because he loves teasing me with these words anytime we are about to mate, his harsh words are like music to my ears only I would listen to. He spank my ass as I whimpered. "Ouch!" And then he released my hair, making me face the bed and then I felt his dick I side my hole as he began to hit me, our flesh clapping together loudly as my mouth was opened wide. "Alpha John...ahhh..." I screamed as I grabbed the bed sheets tightly, he continued hitting me with a rhythm that I felt the pain and at the same time the sweetness all over my body. This is what I face every five days in a week. I'm not complaining because I'm not in the position to do so. He has every right on my body as my Alpha since that's the only way I could keep him closer to me. But this one was different, all back shots were very painful, he grabbed my ass cheeks and continued going deeper. I screamed as loud as I could as he took his belt from the bed and stuffed it inside my mouth. He gave me a few spanks on my butt again and then I collapsed on the bed, tears running down my eyes as slowly wiped them up with my bare hands. I began to breathe heavily, with my eyes closed, goddess this was to me the most intensive sex I have ever had, I ran my eyes at my sexy alpha's body who was putting on his boxers. "Fucking sweet lady," he came closer to me and grabbed my hair and gave me a kiss. "Did you enjoy it?" He asked with a stern face. I did enjoy it but the truth was that my body was shaking and I couldn't move my legs. I felt like a cripple on the bed but then I smiled. I don't know what he would do to me if I said those things. "Yes, my Alpha." I was about to kiss his hand, but he quickly pulled it away and stood up from the bed. A look of disgust was on his face. My heart sank in hurt and embarrassment. I wonder when he will give me a smile and a peck on my forehead, telling me that he loves me. He has never said those words to me. Sad, I stood up from the bed, about to pick up my dress from the floor before I heard those words I had dreaded all along… "I, Alpha John Xavier, reject you, Evelyn Matthew, as my mate and Luna, hereby severing any ties with you!”Before Eveyln could step out of the car, parked in front of the company, her phone buzzed with an incoming call, it was John.“Hey babe, checked the news?” he asked casually, his tone annoyingly light.Eveyln frowned, pulling up the headlines, her heart skipping as she read the breaking news: Darwin had been arrested. Shock rippled through her, she had thought it would be nearly impossible for him to be caught… or was this another of Giovanni’s schemes?Charges for drugs, sex trafficking, embezzlement, even Pack law manipulation filled the article. Eveyln let out a short, bitter scoff, her hand tightening on the car door as she swallowed her disbelief, then pushed herself out of the car, heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she strode toward the company, mind racing with suspicion and anger.The next text pinged on her phone, and she couldn’t help but scoff again. “It was my doing, don’t think it’s any Giovanni’s plot, okay?” It was from John, casual as ever, but Eveyln’s ja
Winnie looked at her in confusion, her brows pulling together, “you didn’t know about that?” she asked, then nodded slowly like something had just clicked in her head, lifting her glass to take a slow sip of her juice.“Well, now you do,” she added calmly as she set it down, her fingers tapping the side of the glass, “because it happened before you arrived at the Nightshade Pack, and trust me, it wasn’t a funny situation back then,”Eveyln leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as a new thought crossed her mind, “so the person who brought all this up about Giovanni,” she asked carefully, “where is he now?”Winnie scoffed, a short, humorless sound, her lips curling in disdain, “of course he ran away,” she said, waving her hand dismissively, “probably changed his name by now and is hiding in another Pack, because I’d do the same if I tried to ruin someone’s image for money,” her eyes hardened, voice dropping, “maybe he forgot who he was up against”“Do you have any idea what he loo
Eveyln stood before the grave, her knees weak, her chest burning as tears slid down her cheeks, not loud, not dramatic, just quiet and unstoppable, the kind that came from wounds that never healed, her gaze lifting only once to Giovanni, and the sight of him almost made her choke, the way his face was carved into grief, the way his eyes glistened as though he had truly loved the woman he buried, the same woman he had killed with his own hands, the hypocrisy tasted bitter on her tongue, sharp and unforgiving.Black clothes swallowed the crowd like a sea of mourning, heads bowed, shoulders slumped, sniffles and quiet sobs filling the air, Winnie stood beside her, fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress, crying openly, her shoulders shaking with each breath, and Eveyln tried to focus on anything but Giovanni, but her eyes betrayed her, drifting back to him again, searching, hoping, foolishly, that he would do one right thing, that he would bring his mother out of the cage where he had
Evelyn looked John up and down, disbelief written all over her face, then let out a scoff.“Gosh, please don’t play that kind of prank on me,” she said, waving a hand as she turned away.“Fuck, Evelyn, come see,” John snapped, grabbing the remote from the table and switching on the television.She moved without thinking, her steps quick and unsteady as the screen lit up. The newscaster’s voice filled the room, cold and rehearsed, talking about how Elena had committed suicide because of what she had done to her brother. Evelyn’s stomach dropped.The camera shifted, and there he was. Giovanni. Crying. His head bowed, hands shaking just enough to look real as he spoke about how Elena had been depressed after leaving home, how he planned to take responsibility for her actions. His voice broke as he painted her as wayward, unstable, someone he had no choice but to throw out of the pack until she “corrected her ways.”Evelyn’s fingers curled slowly into fists as she stared at the screen, ra
“I don’t know if she’ll be fine, but she said she could sneak in and find anything on Giovanni,” Evelyn said, her voice tight as their car slowed a few kilometers from the pack’s gate, far enough that the Nightshade guards wouldn’t notice anything out of place.The engine idled low, a quiet growl beneath the tension.“She’s been in there for an hour,” John said, glancing at the dashboard clock, his fingers drumming once on the steering wheel.Evelyn wrapped her arms around herself and stepped out into the cold, the wind biting through her clothes as she paced beside the road. Each step dug deeper into her nerves. She kept looking toward the dark stretch of land leading back to the gate, her eyes searching, hoping, begging to see a shadow move. Nothing. Her breath came out in short clouds as she stopped, turned, and checked again. Still nothing.Then she saw her.A figure slipped out of the darkness, hood pulled low, steps careful and light. The woman paused once, looked over her shoul
Elena stared at her phone screen, her brother's number glowing back at her. Her thumb hovered over the call button, hesitating, before she tossed the phone onto the bed with a frustrated huff, she knew talking to him would be pointless anyway. She glanced toward the kitchen, spotting her mother stirring a pot on the stove, the savory aroma of lunch filling the air. With a deep sigh, Elena walked in and grabbed a knife to chop the vegetables."You tried calling him again, didn't you?" her mom asked, a knowing smile curving her lips.Elena paused mid-chop, wondering how her mom always knew. She sighed again and resumed slicing the carrots."Looks like he's busy," Elena muttered.Her mom closed the pot lid with a soft clink and turned to face her, eyes gentle but direct. "Or maybe you didn't even try, Elena," she said softly. "I don't want you two fighting because of me," her mom said gently, wiping her hands on a towel. "Imagine not speaking to your brother for nearly two months. It do







