Now that the weekend is gone, I wanted to announce that I will revert to one chapter daily. Thanks for understanding. :)
-TRIGGER WARNING: This covers descriptions of rape and graphic scenes. * *MIKAYLA’S POV* The tip of his cock lined up with the entrance of my pussy. Hyperventilation subjugated me. The goddess must have heard my prayers when his phone began ringing with vibration, blasting that "Godzilla" song by Eminem. He paused, sending his gaze to the mobile device, and groaned at the interruption. He cursed under his breath and reverted his attention to me. His blue eyes glimmered with malice and they roamed hungrily over my bare skin. He roughly grabbed my chin and pulled my face up. I jerked my head away. He replicates the action, gripping my chin tighter. "No one is going to stop me from taking what I want from you." His nails dug into my cheeks and more water flowed from my eyes. "You act like you are Miss. Fancy-Pants because you got the Alpha in bed. Well, let's find out what he thinks about you when he sees the number of men you let fuck you while he's out of town." He forces a kiss
-MIKAYLA'S POV* The sun blinded me for a few seconds. To fight its warm grappling morning rays, I squeezed my eyes shut and shielded my sight by pulling the coral-colored faux suede comforter over my head. I yawned. My body was sore and the evidence of the pale pink blotches on my legs and arms reminded me of what transpired yesterday. Although Roy had sexually harassed me, the mental scars that formed would take longer to heal. Because I was not his to take. On top of that, there was no one to share my pain with. No one to help me with my burdens. I’m lonely and ill-fated. The silver had not left my system and pieces of my memories were missing. Like what happened to Roy after Axel found me. I guess that it’s better to block the traumatic experience and let it go if I can. I did not want to cry about it, so I lay there and prepared my mind to face the day. After a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity, I realized that I did not know the time. Throwing the comforter from my top hal
*HERON’S POV* Yesterday, three starving rogues came into our territory. Dad and his officers, Beta Dwayne and Gamma Chad, took care of it quickly so that we did not have to do anything but stay home. However, Forbes volunteered to help with the situation, always longing for a good fight. Mikayla was acting weird. Undercover, I noticed everything about her. Though she was timid, she could hold a stare when she decided to. My wolf enjoyed it when she riled him up. But for the past three days, she kept her head bowed and never dared to look at any of us. She hurried out of the room once we entered it. I do not believe that seeing her nudity, the kiss in the hospital, or our intimate time in the forest had anything to do with her being aloof and tight-lipped. It was conceivable that she was upset with me for not granting Pam leniency. The she-wolf did not deserve the compassion that Mikayla adjured and carried for her. Yet, her request hindered me from implementing the original senten
-HERON'S POV* The Elder council consisted of five of our seniors, including some great-grand folks, whose opinions and perspectives were highly valued and imperative to pack operations. As Alphas, we had the final word, but the council was capable of impacting our pack members because they were respected for their wisdom and girded with profound insight. “You were expected to return with your mate, Charlotte.” Dad sat around his desk and leaned back into his leather chair as he spoke, folding his arms. “You did the rejection and now you are mateless. The council is concerned about the future of this pack. Quite frankly, they think that we have no future.” Internally, I couldn’t care less but I saw this coming. The pressure to have a Luna was starting to mount. “How many times have I mentioned that Pandia would make a better Alpha?” I mumbled. “Humph,” Dad emitted in exasperation, “Pandia will never be Alpha since I do have a capable son who refuses to be filial.” “Father,” I s
*HERON’S POV*“Phoebe, my love, please escort our guest to us.” I hear my father say through the mind-link and Mom opens the door. I watched the two other people that enter behind her. Dad goes back to sit in his huge black chair, pulling Mom into his lap. “This is my son Heron.” He introduced me to the man and young lady. “Have a seat.” The older man, who was closer to Dad’s age, walked in, upright and stiff. His oblong face appeared rather nervous as I studied everything about him. He had loose blonde hair, deep-set green eyes below his bushy eyebrows, a hawk nose, and an anchor beard on top of a compact body.No doubt that the young lady was his daughter. They sat beside each other, taking the chairs to my right. Dad motions to them, “Heron, these are Alpha Henley Glasbury from CasterMoon Pack and his daughter Varla.” Politely, I nodded towards them with a modified expression. It appeared that Dad was trying to choose his words carefully, knowing that I was a ticking time bomb
*HERON'S POV*-Shouldn’t parents love their children before anyone else? It’s so typical of Mom to defend Dad. She was erroneous in thinking that my rage was directed solely at my father; she was equally to be blamed. “Yeah, because I’m an invalid who is stuck in a wheelchair. Do you think that Varla doesn’t notice that?” I muttered frustratingly, “She’s probably waiting to be my Luna before we see her true colors.” I humped with utter disdain, “You know the famous saying that goes, fake it ‘till you make it.”“Then let her be the first candidate,” Dad flatly said, not liking my argument. “There are other Alpha Females that you can meet but only after you give Varla a fair shot.”What had Alpha Henley done to earn Dad's persistent determination to pair Varla and me together? It's possible that there was more to it. It better not be some old agreement that they made and are chucking us in the middle to honor their antiquated promises. The whole situation made my insides twist and my
*HERON’S POV*-We sat in the backyard of the cottage around the round wooden and wrought iron table on the terrace of beautiful greenery and a bamboo canopy with sunny beams that outlooked into the mountains. Despite the ore-gold yellow sun overhead, the day was warm and hafts of sunlight drowned the landscape.Varla's apprehension overshadowed her. With the evidence of her discomfort, I thought that her demeanor was worse than Mikayla's. For someone from an Alpha bloodline, I should be a piece of cake for her to handle."I'd like you to be honest with me. Our parents aren't here to force their decision on us. So tell me frankly, do you desire to be mated to me?" I hoped that she would not lie."At first, not at all. But then….” She paused.“What was your initial reason against us being mated?” I solicited to bring out another point.She goes dumb and won’t say what I already knew. My Paralysis.“Well?” I pulled it out of her.“I think about my fated mate and wonder who he is. I wond
*HERON’S POV* Looking at the omega in the sun, her light blonde hair glistened with silver streaks as it swayed with the wind. She had beautiful hair. The type that makes you want to play in it. The windswept golden strands floated delicately in the air, as though an invisible figure was combing through them. “Mikayla, come here,” I beckoned her. Wincing, she gets off her knees and brushes dirt from her slinky jeans. Her strides are slow and graceful though her foxy legs are so short. As she sashayed to the terrace with her head hanging, she missed the fact that I was licking my lips. Feeling particularly ravished in a certain area of my body. Unexpectedly, when she arrives at the table, she takes up a napkin and wipes the corners of my mouth. Dabbing the beads of perspiration on my forehead while lifting my chin. She stared so intently like she was concentrating on such a simple task. Aggressively, I grabbed her hand and yanked her into my lap. Twisted her so that her legs opened