Valerie
We were all playing card games in my father's living room when Tim stormed in furious,
“You’re pregnant?” Tim’s voice boomed from across the room, cutting through the music like a blade. My heart stopped as I turned to see him, arm outstretched, holding something in his hand.
“What?” I asked confused if this was part of a game he was playing.
But it was not a game, I could see it in his face he was furious.
He threw it at me. The small plastic stick hit my shoulder and bounced to the floor. I bent to pick it up with trembling fingers, it was a pregnancy stick and it had the two lines, the positive sign.
“No,” I whispered, already shaking my head. “No. No, that’s not this isn’t mine Tim.” I said confidently.
“Oh, save it!” Tim yelled, his eyes had turned red. “You cheated on me! You’re standing here, carrying someone else’s child, while planning our wedding? What kind of twisted game are you playing, Valerie?”
The room had suddenly went silent, everyone's eyes on me.
“I didn’t Tim, I swear I’m a virgin!” I cried, stepping toward him. “You know this. You know I am waiting for our wedding night.”
“You really expect me to believe that?” he spat. “A pregnant virgin? What are you, the Virgin Mary now? I had my doubts, you have been acting so weird lately, the mood swings, the frequent use of the bathroom, the morning sickness” he said, pausing looking at me. He was not lying, I had been experiencing everything he had just mentioned, but that didn't mean I was pregnant. "I decided to taste you just to be sure, I didn't expect it to be positive though." he added.
Laughter exploded behind him. Not amused laughter ugly, mocking laughter. My stepmother Angela scoffed loudly, her arms crossed, while her daughter Amina stood beside her, lips curled in disdain.
“You disgusting little liar,” my father finally cut in, I turned to him in desperation, but his eyes were cold. “You’ve brought shame to this house. I should have known better than to trust you.” He said, full of anger
“Dad, please, there must be a mistake” I tried to plead with him.
“Don’t call me that!” he roared, walking toward me with fury. “You want to live like a whore? Then you’re not my daughter. Not anymore, I want you out..”
I flinched as if I had been slapped. He really didn't mean that did he? I looked around waiting for anyone to atleast speak up, take my side, but everyone was avoiding my eyes, whispering among themselves.
“You’re getting married in three days, and this is what you do?” Angela hissed. “Disgusting little slut.” my step mother said, she seemed to be enjoying every bit of this.
“ I Should have known she wasn’t as perfect as she pretended to be ,” Amina added smugly.
I dropped to my knees, choking on tears, clutching the test in my hands like I could erase the results if I held it hard enough. “It’s not true,” I gasped. “It’s not true! I didn’t do anything, I haven’t even.. ”
“You’re a disgrace to this family Valerie,” my father cut me off. “Pack your things and get out now.”
“Please”
“Out!” he shouted. “No daughter of mine will embarrass me like this. I don’t ever want to see your face again!”
He grabbed my suitcase from the hall and flung it out the front door. My clothes spilled onto the pavement like dirty secrets. Tim turned his back. My heart shattered. It all felt like a nightmare. Any moment I would wake up, and this would all be gone.
But I didn’t wake up. This was all happening to me in real time.
I was still kneeling, still crying, when the door slammed shut behind me.
Cold air bit at my skin as I crawled to my clothes, trying to gather them. My body shook, not just from the cold, but from betrayal. Confusion. Terror. How could a test be positive? I hadn’t even kissed anyone, not like that. I was a virgin. I was waiting for Tim. We agreed. And we were getting married in a few days, why would I mess that up? Nothing made sense anymore.
My hands trembled as I picked up the test again, staring at the two pink lines. There had to be a mistake. A lab error. Maybe someone tampered with it. Maybe.. I heard footsteps and I turned around hoping my dad had changed his mind or maybe Tim had realized he had made a mistake, but it was my step sister Amina.
Amina stood at the end of the driveway, her arms folded, leaning against the wall like she had all the time in the world. That smug, gleeful look on her face made my blood freeze.
“Why are you smiling?” I whispered, wiping tears from my cheeks.
She stepped closer. “You always thought you were better than everyone. Perfect little virgin bride. Daddy’s golden girl. Tim’s dream girl.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice cracking.
Amina laughed softly. “I can’t believe it actually worked.”
I blinked, confused. “What... worked? What are you talking about?”
She tilted her head, eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. “Remember that pap smear you got a few months ago? You were worried about irregular cycles or something, right? Well... guess what? That wasn’t just a pap smear.”
A pit opened in my stomach. “What do you mean? What did you do Amina?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her face full of smug. “I paid the doctor. A few thousand bucks. Told him to inseminate you with donor sperm. Told him you wouldn’t remember anything. And you didn’t. Guess sedation really works, I didn't think it Wil work honestly, but turns out you are really fertile.”
“No,” I breathed, stumbling backward. “No, that’s not legal, no one would..he wouldn’t”
“Oh, but he did,” she said sweetly. “You should’ve seen your face just now. All that sobbing, begging, saying you’re a virgin. It was beautiful.”
I shook my head violently, tears flowing freely again. “You’re lying. This is sick. Why would you do that to me?”
“Because I hate you Valerie and how you pretend to be perfect” she said, the smile dropping. “Ever since you moved into this house, you’ve been treated like royalty. My mom and I? We’re nothing to him. But you? You got everything. And I’m sick of it.”
“I never did anything to you,” I whispered.
“Exactly,” she snarled. “You didn’t have to. Just being you was enough.”
I stared at her in disbelief, My mouth moved, but no sound came. Her words hung in the air, thick and poisonous.
“You ruined my life,” I finally whispered.
ValerieWhen I next awoke, my mind was clear.It was as if the fog that had wrapped itself around my thoughts had finally lifted. I could remember everything every moment, every word, every betrayal. The haze I’d been drowning in since regaining my memory was gone, and I hated the clarity just as much as I craved it.Because with that sharp awareness came heartbreak.Max’s face surged to the forefront of my thoughts. His anger, the coldness in his eyes when he thought I’d betrayed him… it cut deeper than any knife. I had loved him. Trusted him. Believed in our bond. And he had turned away from me in the moment I needed him the most.I sucked in a slow breath and pushed the covers off my legs. The sheets smelled faintly of pine and something else something wild and familiar. Max. I hated how even the scent of him could make my body ache with longing.I looked around, blinking at the unfamiliar space. The room was spacious and full of soft morning light that poured through tall windows.
MaxI pace the length of my office like a caged beast, fury and helplessness simmering beneath my skin. I should be with Valerie. I *need* to be with her. But instead, I’m stuck here in my New York office, waiting for Roslyn.Theron is with her. I trust him with my life, and more importantly, with hers. But it’s not the same. I need to see her with my own eyes, need to touch her skin, hear her voice no matter how weak or distant it’s become.She’s here, yet not. Awake, but not present. Her body survived, but her soul... it’s as if it slipped beyond my reach, retreating to a place where even I can’t protect her. A place where she believes I can’t hurt her anymore.My wolf claws at me from within, restless and grieving. Guilt and rage eat me alive.When the door finally opens and Roslyn steps in, I freeze.She’s wearing red lipstick and an eager smile, as if we’re meeting for a date. As if I don’t see the blood on her hands. My jaw tightens, my fists curl, and it takes everything I have
MaxI stormed into the Silver Fang Hotel with a growl lodged in my throat and fire coursing through my veins. The front desk clerk barely had time to blink before I waved him off and strode straight past the velvet ropes, ignoring the confused murmurs of the staff trying to greet me.They knew who I was. I didn’t need pleasantries.The elevator was waiting, already held open by a wary bellhop who wisely avoided my eyes. I stepped in and slammed my hand against the top floor button, jaw clenched so tightly I could feel my molars grind.Valerie.She was out in the cold.Barefoot. Pregnant. Alone.Because of me.The doors opened and I stepped into the luxury suite usually reserved for visiting Alphas, but tonight it belonged to her. My mate. The woman I failed again.Dorian rose from the armchair in the sitting area, his face unreadable, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. I didn’t bother masking my fury.“Why the hell didn’t you bring her back to the penthouse?” I snarled.His
ValerieI don’t remember leaving the room.One moment I was staring at the man I thought I loved, the man who made me feel safe, cherished, even adored and the next I was out in the bitter night, the soles of my feet stinging as they met the cold stone of the garden terrace.I didn’t grab shoes. Or a coat. Or think.I just ran.The sharp air knifed through my nightgown, but the real chill was already inside me. It bloomed in my chest, spread through my limbs, and froze everything warm and good within me.I sink onto a stone bench tucked beneath an arch of ivy. It’s the place I used to come when I couldn’t sleep, the place where I let myself imagine a life where I belonged. It used to calm me.Now, it feels like a grave.I wrap my arms around myself and press my forehead to my knees, trying to breathe through the ache, the betrayal, the unbearable weight of truth.I remember everything now.The truth came back in a vicious flood, tearing through me without mercy. Max Alpha Max Black, m
MaxA sharp pain stabbed through the side of my neck as I shifted in the chair, the stiff fabric creaking beneath my weight. I rolled my shoulder, trying to work out the knot that had formed from sleeping upright, and dragged a hand down my face, the rasp of stubble catching on my palm.I stayed up all night. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.Valerie had barely stirred since I carried her back from that gods damned warehouse. Her body limp. Her skin cold. Her spirit… shattered.She wouldn’t let me touch her. Every time I reached for her, she flinched like I was one of the monsters who’d taken her. And maybe I was. Not the one who laid a hand on her but the one who accused her. The one who didn’t protect her. The Alpha who failed.I swallowed down the lump rising in my throat and looked toward the bed.Empty.For a second, I couldn’t move. I blinked, hoping I was seeing wrong. But the mattress was undisturbed, the blanket folded back neatly. Too neatly.“Valerie?” I shot to my feet
Valerie The world around me is a blur. I hear voices, muffled like I’m underwater. I feel arms strong, warm, too familiar lifting me, and I flinch, curling into myself like a wounded animal. But I’m too weak to fight. My body’s given up, retreating to a place where nothing can touch me.Somewhere between the numbness and the quiet, I hear him. Max.His voice is a low rumble against my ear, frayed with concern. He says my name like a prayer. “Valerie... baby, I’m here. I’ve got you.”But I don’t want him to have me. I don’t want any of this. I close myself off, fold into the void, and drift.When the darkness finally loosens its grip, I find myself in a bed. Not the hotel room, not the sterile confines of a hospital. No. The soft scent of pinewood, leather, and something darker, his scent wraps around me like a curse. My eyes snap open.The familiar carved ceilings and rich earth-tone walls confirm what my gut already knows.I’m back in his pack house.His home.Our home.The same pla