Lara's pov:
panting as I managed to get free from his hard grip , just when I thought it was over he gripped my hair from behind and slammed my back to the wall behind me "ahh, stop you're hurting me " I cried with the last strength I had Holding me still and making his way with his hands towards my left breast ,my breathing became heavy " since when did the great Alpha start taking orders from a mere human"? He spoke with his voice low and dangerous I know I wasn't supposed to feel that way ,but his voice had a way of drawing me into a pit I can't escape, his touches arouse feelings I never knew were there Speaking with pleading eyes ,I raised my head to say" Please not today my stomach hurts ....th... The child " I tried to cover my belly with my free hand Sniffing my hair he mumbled " mmmmhm sweet dinner " and with that he used just one hand to tear what I was wearing, revealing my pure white skin that already had few hickeys around .Taking one of my breasts into his mouth he touched the other and kept caressing it making me weak in the legs He then moved his strong and firm knee and began rubbing it against my below Few minutes into that he replaced his knee with his fingers , gently moving his hands upwards he suddenly put his hand inside me and started thrusting in and out.. Finally not able to hold it in anymore I began moaning and moving my hips as well ,I Knew this wasn't right and I should hate him for this, but I just couldn't Whispering he asked " do you want me to stop"? Not knowing what to say I just kept silent "ANSWER ME LARA" he spoke with force this time as he added one finger and went a little bit faster " no no no! please yes " I whinned and looked at the window Holding my head to face his handsome and seductive eyes , " keep your eyes on mine " he spoke and kissed my lips gently but firm and possessively He was all over my body and it was driving me really crazy , just when I was about to reach my climax he withdrew from me with speed and I felt and empty hole deep in my stomach " no no I wanted more! I needed his hands all over me again , fuck! I missed it " Raising my head to look at his tall and huge body move towards the little sink in the bathroom , washing his hands I asked weakly which I knew he'd hear anyway. "why? what have I done? Reaching for his glass of wine which he dropped minutes ago before the torture he took a sip and walked to the door Hands on the door Knob he spoke with a low and dangerous tone " this is just the tip of an iceberg Lara , you'll regret trying to fool me into this trap , I'll use you as a scapegoat for any other stupid lady who thinks she can just come out of the blue and make things hard for me" I'll make sure you know why they call me ruthless , now wipe those fake tears , clean up and meet me in five minutes else!... And he walked out. FIVE MINUTES!? , just how did he expect me to do that when he ripped all my clothes to pieces ? With tears still on my face I sat on the bare floor wailing, but I stopped wailing when I felt my baby kick a bit Touching my belly I smiled sadly and spoke softly" I'm sorry baby, mummy is really weak compared to daddy and his subordinates, but trust me baby , we'll go through this alive that I promise " Standing up with face full of new ambitions I dragged my almost naked weak body to the washroom and cleaned up Coming to the room I saw new arranged set of clothes on the bed , Chuckling with no emotions on my face I dressed up and walked out of the room Coming into the main hall I saw Ella, the alpha's assistant walk up to me With a not so happy look she then spoke without respect or anything of the sort " so weak, you've made us wait for 10 minutes already , now I had to stress and find you " she spat " Now move towards the exit else we're leaving your ass out here and trust me you're gonna walk home , which you know how it felt the last time you did" Ella spat as she spoke " now get going human" she said and didn't even wait to assist me a little bit which I knew she'd rather die than do Raising my legs to move , I could still feel pain I my joints ,but I hid the pain and kept walking ahead , trying to keep up with her pace which I knew she deliberately walked that fast to stress me Coming out of the 10 storey building at the gates I saw other cars including that of the Alpha speed off as She opened the door to one of the servants car for me " get in!" Without a choice I went in and 'slam' the shut it loudly Adjusting and making myself comfortable I heard the driver ask " can we go now Luna"? Closing my eyes I used my last breath to say " yes Peter, please " And I closed my eyes as tears fell from the side Car already moving I just kept thinking about my life in the past 1 month and a week It has been hell for me I just kept blaming myself for being so stupid and naive Sniffing hard and almost every second ,Peter couldn't help but ask, bringing me out of my thoughts " umm Luna , are you okay? , should I pull over and call doctor Jane?" Is it the baby or where does it hurt"? he asked in one breath Smiling sadly I just asked " Peter " " " yes Luna " he answered gently then I asked a question which I knew he had no answer to "Why me"?Vince watched them carry Janis up the stairs, shoulders still taut with a dangerous impatience. He turned at last to the tall figure beside him, voice sharp. “I didn’t touch her thanks to you—now what are you standing there for?” The huge man exhaled slowly, not looking away from the stairs. “It isn’t Janis you have a thing against,” he said, voice even. “And per the deal—you return her to James in one piece.” Vince snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right. James.” The name tasted like sarcasm and old grudges. “I’ll make sure she’s safe,” the big man said, then turned and walked off without looking back. Some time later, after things had settled, the huge man pushed Janis’s door open. The room was small and dim; Janis lay curled on the side of the bed, the offered clothes discarded on the floor as if she’d flung them away in disgust. A tray of untouched food sat by the bedside. He stepped in and sighed quietly. His voice was low and careful when he spoke. “You should eat
The mansion gates burst open as the guards drove in, tires screeching against the stone. Derrick was already outside before the engine stopped. “Boss!” he shouted, rushing to the back seat. Corey was half-conscious, blood dripping down the side of his face, shirt torn from the crash. Without hesitation, Derrick crouched and lifted him onto his back despite the weight, his muscles straining but his grip firm. “Call the family doctor—now!” Derrick’s voice thundered across the yard as he carried Corey inside, each stride echoing panic through the halls. In his room, Derrick laid him on the bed, already barking orders. “Get the first aid box—now! We need to stop the bleeding before Doc gets here!” A guard sprinted away while another ran to bring clean clothes. Derrick tore away Corey’s bloodied shirt and began cleaning the wounds with disinfectant. His hands trembled; his eyes were red and wide with fear. He muttered under his breath, “Dammit… I should’ve gone with him…” Moments l
Corey’s car screeched to a halt in the wide driveway, the engine still running. The headlights cut through the night air, illuminating a line of his guards standing stiffly in front of the mansion gates. None dared to move. Their postures were tense—too tense.He didn’t even bother closing the car door. Another guard rushed to park it properly as Corey strode forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously.“What is this?” he demanded, his voice sharp as steel.His assistant—a tall, lean man who rarely lost his composure—took a trembling step forward before dropping to his knees. The rest of the guards followed suit, heads bowed low.“Speak,” Corey said, the word low and heavy, vibrating with barely contained rage.“Boss…” the assistant’s voice cracked. “Please—punish me, kill me if you must—but let me find the madam first.”For a heartbeat, Corey’s expression was blank. Then realization struck like lightning.No.His stomach dropped. His eyes widened.No. No. No.He bolted past them, his mov
The heavy clock on the far wall ticked louder than usual, slicing through the silence between the two men. The fire in the hearth crackled lazily, throwing uneven shadows across the room—stretching, shrinking, then swallowing whole the expression on Greyhem’s face. For the first time in years, the Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack did not wear his usual devilish smirk. No arrogance, no mischief—only a deep, troubled frown that sat like a scar across his features. His elbows rested on his knees, hands pressed together under his chin, and his eyes fixed blankly on the half-open file before him. He breathed out slowly, the exhale sounding more like surrender than fatigue. “You humans…” he began, voice rough but steady, “You think you understand history, but you only read what’s left after the blood dries.” Corey tilted his head, his wine glass paused halfway to his lips. “When you say you humans, what do you mean exactly?” His tone w
The rain outside came in slow, rhythmic drops, tapping against the wide glass windows of Greyhem’s study. A candle flickered low beside him, the only light in the vast room. Its flame danced over a single object lying on his desk — an old, weathered file marked boldly with red ink: L001C. Greyhem brushed his fingers across the faded cover, smearing away a thin layer of dust. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding, almighty Alpha Crane,” he murmured, his tone both mocking and eager. He undid the string and flipped open the first page. His grin slowly faded as his eyes darted across the yellowed paper — from lines of cryptic text to fragments of ancient scripts he didn’t fully understand. He frowned, leaning closer as a particular passage caught his eye, its ink darker than the rest. > “She who sleeps by the hand of her lover Shall awaken by that same heart in another world. In her awakening, the heavens will tremble, And the veil between
Crane stepped out into the dim corridor, answering the call before the third ring. “Mother Seraphine?” he greeted, cautious yet firm. Her voice slithered through the line, low and dangerous. “John Crane, Alpha of the strongest pack in the realms—what have you done?” Crane froze, frowning. “Mother Seraphine… what ha—” “You dare to defile nature and mate a human?” she thundered. “What in the Goddess’s name were you thinking? Risking your honour, your decades of work—everything you built—for a fragile human?!” He clenched his jaw, but she didn’t stop. “No wonder your enemies circle like vultures! They no longer chase you, Alpha—they chase your weak surrogate.” The word slammed into him like a blade. Surrogate. He stormed into his study, slamming the door with such force the windows trembled. “Mother