Vera I knew what I was walking into. The second Alpha Jade said, “Meet me in my room,” I already knew what that meant. That’s never just about a meeting. It never has been. After showering, shaved his about-to-be-eaten food. I wore the silk robe I keep folded under my mattress. The one I pull out only when I know I’ll be touched and not kissed. Fucked and not loved and I walked down the hall. “Just get it over with,” I muttered under my breath. “Lie there. Take it. You’ve done it before.” I was halfway down the corridor to his quarters when I hit a wall. No. A body. He blocked me in one smooth move, and before I could react, I was cornered. My back hit the wall and his hand pressed flat beside my head. “Don’t move.” The figure said. I froze. Not because I was scared. But because I already knew who it was. His scent hit me like a fucking drug. It was dark, earthy, clean sweat mixed with something sinful. It smelled like danger and sex and something I should run from
Vera“I think I’m gonna pass out.”That’s what I whispered to myself as I pushed open the heavy door to my basement room and collapsed onto the thin mattress. The springs squeaked under me like even they were tired of holding me together.My arms felt like bricks. My feet ached in places I didn’t even know had bones. My back was wet with sweat from scrubbing the entire East Wing twice because Luna Marie said the floors “still looked dull.” I even washed her underwear. And I did it with my bare hands. Disgusting right?But I’m used to it.Because apparently, Luna duties now meant omega slave work too.I was supposed to be the Luna of this goddamn Pack.But all I’d been lately was their cleaner. Their cook. Their fucking slave.I dragged my fingers down my face and groaned. “Why do I feel like this?” Normally, I’d handle all these chores without blinking. It’s not like today was the worst.But my body? It felt like someone replaced all my blood with cement. My head was aching bad
VeraYou learn not to confront your cheating husband when you’ve been punished for doing it once. I had asked him once why he brought different women into our home, why he touched them in front of me like I was fucking invisible. I didn’t scream or throw a tantrum. I just stood there and asked, “Why are you treating me like garbage?”He didn’t even answer or yell.You know what he did next?He just called the guards.And the next thing I knew, I was locked away in the dungeon for a full week. No sunlight. No proper food. My skin reacted badly to whatever was in the air down there, and the scars never left.Not the ones on my thighs. Not the ones inside my chest. The kind that itches at 3AM when you try to pretend you’re fine. I still carry them. Not just on my body, but deep inside my heart.So no, I didn’t say a word this time, I didn’t confront him when he brought Isolde home and spent the whole day fucking her. I spent that day cleaning their mess, cooking their meals while th
VeraThey locked me out again.And this time, it wasn’t just them ignoring me or slamming a door in my face. It was real. They actually locked me out. In the middle of a storm that sounded like it could tear the whole house apart. I raised one hand to shield my face, like that would stop the rain, and banged the other against the door like a crazy person. Nobody answered.Not even a sound of footsteps to raise my hope.Then thunder hit again, louder, meaner this time, and I jumped so hard that I hurt my ankle. I didn’t even feel it. I was drenched from head to toe. My dress stuck to me like wet tissue. The rain had soaked through my bandage too, and now my forehead burned like someone had set it on fire.Still, I don't even know why I kept running from door to door like a fool. Front door. Side. Back. Kitchen. Even the storage room. Locked. Locked. Locked. Every single one was locked. I wasn’t exactly crying…but my teeth were chattering like crazy, and my lips were too numb t
VERA“Hello, murderer!”The door had just clicked shut when it slammed open again.Noah stormed in with rage like a thunderclap.And he held something tight in his fist enough to make the vein on his tiny wrist bulge.My heart dropped when I saw what it was. The second and last moonstone pendant that matched mine.“This is for your mother, Noah.” I said weakly with the little strength left in me.“Give it to me.”He sneered. “I can see you’re not just a killer. You’re a whore now too? His voice was acid, but it didn’t burn like his next sentence.“You do not deserve to own anything that belongs to her, you killed her!”I opened my mouth, maybe to argue, or to beg, but before I could form a sound, he throwed the pendant at me.The jagged stone caught my forehead with a sharp crack.Pain exploded through my skull. Warm blood snaked down my temple, dripping into the collar of my soup-stained robe. I staggered back, one hand pressed to my brow, the other gripping nothing but air. The pe
VERAI didn’t drug the Alphas, but try explaining that when the most powerful men in the Pack are dry-humping the wall. The platter slipped from my hands.“My…oh no!” I gasped, stepping back as ceramic shards scattered across the stone floor.My throat closed. The sound of the broken plates was swallowed by the low, primal growls echoing around the Pack Hall. “Witch, did you fuck with this stew?” one Alpha growled, his voice cutting through the guttural, erotic moans from a pack of ruthless, dominant and powerful Alphas losing control of themselves. Someone had tampered with the meal I prepared and laced it with an aphrodisiac. And not just any meal: the feast for the Alpha summit. Hot tears streamed down my face. “Please…who did this?”I had spent all morning preparing my sister’s signature dish: smoked moonleaf pheasant. And now the Alphas were rutting like animals. I knew my life was hell but not even hell could have prepared me for today. It had been five years since my sis