LOGINStella Mathews never imagined her life would become anything after agreeing to marry the cold, and ruthless Alpha Cole Grant out of an alliance.... It wasn’t her first choice to the life she thought for herself, but she grew to love him with her whole heart and together they built a family, or at least that’s what she believed until she decided to include her mate and pups in her birthday celebration and heard her daughter say the words that shattered her heart: “Mommy Sabrina… you’re my real mommy now.”
View More**Shawn's POV** I’ve heard enough. I drag a hand over my face, exhaling hard. Of all the shit I dealt with tonight, of course it has to come to this... I hate taking my shirt off in front of crowds... I hate the eyes, the gawking, and the way people stare like they’re entitled to look at me. But leaving her half-naked on a stage full of sex starved rogues isn’t an option. With a low curse, I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head in one rough motion. The room reacts instantly. Female wolves inhale like I put on a show just for them. I ignore it. I always do. Attention is a weakness, and I don’t give a shit about being looked at. I toss the shirt onto the stage. “Put it on.” She hesitates, fingers trembling as she reaches for it. When she lifts her head just for a second, her eyes flick over my chest and my tattoos that disappear into my pants.... Her breath stutters and she jerks her gaze away, cheeks going red. I scowl. Great. Exactly why I hate exposing
**Shawn's POV** Fuck! I beat myself mentally because I still can’t believe I just bid ten million dollars for an omega who might be Victor’s daughter… or might be absolutely nobody. Marcus would’ve called this reckless as hell. He’d say I’m letting emotion cloud my judgment, making decisions based on hope instead of evidence. 'But Marcus is dead because you made a bad call five years ago... Maybe you’re trying to make up for it,' my wolf, Blaze, murmurs. I ignore him. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. The auctioneer’s voice cracks while poking his finger in one of his ear. “Pardon me sir… are you sure you said ten million dollars?” “You heard me.” I inhale slowly, letting the cigarette burn between my fingers. “Unless your ears don’t work.” Suddenly, a ripple of shock, fear, and disbelief tears through the crowd... “It can’t be—” “Who?!” “Shawn Black—” “Victor Ace’s right hand—” “—took down a hundred rogues in Berlin alone—” “—they say he
**Stella's POV** I lift my chin, refusing to cower. "I'm just talking." "Talking." He steps into the cell, and I can smell stale beer and cigarettes on his breath. "That's funny. Because it sounded an awful lot like you were telling the other girls to fight back and resist." "So what if I was?" His smile widens. "So, little Omega, I'm going to teach you a lesson about what happens to mouthy bitches in my den." Before I can react, he lunges forward and grabs my arm. I try to pull away, but he's too strong. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough to bruise. "Let me go—" "Shut up." He yanks me toward him, and I smell something sharp and chemical. "You want to fight so bad? Fine. Let's see how brave you are after this." Something pricks my neck again. Fuck!!! He's drugging me again. "No—" I try to fight, but my limbs are already going numb. The room tilts. "No, please—" "Don't worry," he says, his voice fading in and out. "You'll wake up eventually. Somewhere much l
**Stella's POV** I wake up to the smell of mold and fear. My head throbs and my mouth tastes like copper probably from whatever they drugged me with earlier. "awe," I try to move and immediately regret it. Pain shoots through my shoulders, my neck, and every muscle in my body. Where am I? I force my eyes open to see where I am, but the room is dimly lit only by a single flickering bulb hanging from a water-stained ceiling with concrete walls surrounding me. There are no windows in sight. There is only a heavy metal door with a small slot at the bottom. That's when I realize I'm in a cell. Oh no... panic claws up my throat... 'Stella.' Piper's voice is weak, barely a whisper in my mind. 'Are you okay?' 'I don't know,' I tell her honestly. 'Where are we?' 'Somewhere bad. I can feel it. But there are other wolves here. Lots of them. And all scared.' I push myself up slowly, biting back a whimper as my body protests. That's when I notice what I'm wearing. Or rather,
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