Liyah's POV
I gasped out in pain as the hot coffee burned my skin. Sparing a few seconds to push the coffee machine back in place, I plunged my burned hand into a bowl of cold water, tears stinging my eyes.Looking up, I faced a sneering Gavin. My chest swelled as I glared at him trying to control the anger that filled me up."Uh oh, my bad," Gavin laughed, grimacing with fake concern at my hand.It was obvious that he'd pushed the container on purpose. It had happened so quickly that I hadn't been able to move out of the way on time.I ignored him, turning quickly to make another batch of coffee. Father would soon start to roar my name if I didn't have breakfast ready in time.Gavin moved closer to me. Too close. My hands shook as I placed out the dishes still ignoring him."Scared are we?" He whispered, leaning closer to me. "I thought you wanted to beat me up a few seconds ago, Liyah. What's up?"Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I wondered, still focusing on my work. It was like a ritual; at least one person in the pack was bound to pick on me. They never missed a chance to remind me that I wasn't, and would never be one of them.Gavin was the first son of Mario, the second in command and the Beta of the pack. Gavin and Barbara were the youngest pack members, and the ones who never let me get through one day unscathed. They found every reason to make my life harder and remind me that I wasn't a "real wolf".As I turned off the machine at the beep, I was pulled back violently by Gavin yanking my hair. I let out a sharp groan as pain shot through my scalp."Answer me when I'm talking to you, bitch!" He commanded, glowering down at me.All the initial anger I felt quickly dissipated, leaving a deep, growing fear at the anger in his eyes. I feared that he would transform and do a lot of damage. And there was no one around. Not that they would care anyway.Trying my best to nod despite his tight hold, I did, tears spilling out my eyes."Good," He smiled then let me go. "Now make yourself useful," He gestured to the kitchen counter. "My pancakes should be ready in five minutes, I'm famished."Five minutes?I wiped the tears away from my face. "But you always have toast for breakfast," I whimpered, hoping not to anger him again.The pack members each had their preferred meals for breakfast, and having prepared meals for years, I had learned it all by heart. That explained the array of food and aromas that wafted through the kitchen.Gavin always had toast and eggs which I had prepared already. His new request meant that I would had to prepare another batch of pancake mix. And my hands were hurting already from being in the kitchen since morning.He glared at me. "Are you complaining right now?""No!" I hurriedly cut in. "N-no, I was just wondering."He looked me over, rolling his eyes and snatched up two out of the three waffles I had made for Barbara. Smirking, he stuffed them in his mouth and walked away.It took all I had to not melt into a pool of tears at that moment. Barbara had been on my neck about breakfast. Sighing, I stashed the now cold toast I had made for Gavin in a Ziploc bag. Who knows when I would be allowed to have breakfast. I had lots to do.Thinking quickly, I rushed to serve breakfast to the older members of the pack first. When I was done, I looked down at the two empty dishes for Barbara and Gavin, confused on which one to make first.Shutting my eyes tightly, I picked the lesser evil and began to pour in a fresh batch of pancake mix."The Moon Goddess help me," I muttered, spreading the mix into a pan."What the fuck, Liyah!" I heard Barbara storm into the kitchen. I noted that she was dressed to go out in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination.Fear gripping me, I turned off the stove and faced her, handing her quickest plate of waffles I had ever made.She ignored my outstretched hand and in two quick strides reached where I stood and landed two hard slaps to my cheeks.I swallowed back the blood that filled my mouth still holding the plate forward."How long does it take to make a plate of fucking waffles?" She growled, letting out a groan of irritation and wiping her hands on the bright red mini skirt she wore.I knew she was wiping my filth off them. She wasn't the only one who thought I was a piece of trash. And she sure made it clear.All of a sudden she grabbed my hand. This time I couldn't suppress the cry that escaped me. Her firm grasp exerted pressure on the blisters that had formed on my hand from the hot coffee. And for a moment I thought my wrist would snap from how hard she held onto it."You're so fucking useless. You know I need to eat before doing my makeup!""I'm sorry," I whimpered, feeling the blisters rupture under her grip. The tears threatened to escape. "I'm so sorry," I repeated.Finally, she let me go, grabbing the plate from her hand and sniffing it. I relaxed. It was going to be over soon. I kept my head bowed waiting for her to leave.Finally, with a hiss she strutted out of the kitchen, her heels clicking behind her. I bent over, hands on my knees as tried to catch my breath.The pain prompted me to look down at my hand. It was a mess. Taking a mental note to ask Maria to help treat my hand, I refilled the sink and began to scrub the used dishes.Nikolai's POVI stared the redhead down as she slowly peeled the flimsy dress off her body, her eyes never leaving my face. She was a petite young woman with full lips and a voluptuous body. I didn't care to remember her name either. All I knew was that she was an omega in the pack, and all she wanted was to be bent over and fucked senseless. I, of course would oblige.My eyes riveted to her chest as her full tits came into view. I could see she was already aroused by how taut her nipples stood. Hunger rushed through me and I could feel my cock push through my khakis in protest.Grinning, she approached me, placing one hand on my neck and began to trail kisses all the way down to my chest. I watched in surprise as she continued to do so, up until her lips were an inch away from my crotch.I grasped her hand firmly, stopping her. I didn't have time for this shit. I just wanted to get it over with.Still gripping her tightly, I pulled her to the bed and flippe
Liyah’s POV"He has got the sexiest body I have ever seen," I heard Barbara groan as I silently washed the pile of wine glasses that were strewn all over the kitchen counter.The festival was approaching and we needed to round up with the final preparations. I couldn't even count how many dishes and glasses I had washed today, and I still had not had my breakfast. As if on cue my stomach grumbled. I nearly dropped a glass in fear, praying that no one heard. I would pay for it on two counts—disturbing their peace and being a disgusting pig like they always called me.A few seconds passed and no one had said anything. My shoulders relaxed.Okay. I was safe."Really?!" Christy cackled. "Then you have quite a long way to go," She said in a singsong voice, taking a sip of her lemonade.Barbara pulled out her bottom lip and folded her arms. "What do you mean?"I recognised the look on her face. She hated being the novice, the one who still ha
Nikolai's POVI frowned as I saw Stephan march into my quarters, bowing a little as he faced me. I hated to be disturbed, especially by this time, but I knew that for him to be here, it had to be urgent."Alpha," Stephan bowed again. "I have news I think you'd find interesting."I cocked an eyebrow, my breath suddenly hitching. I knew it could only be one thing. For years, I had waited, each weekend, hoping he would return with positive news, or at least a vital piece of information that would be beneficial to my plans. And with the glint in his eyes this time around, I was sure something had finally clicked. Stephan was the scout of the pack and also the spy I had given the task of keeping a close eye on Jonas Verbeck and his family."Spill it," I ordered, my mind running a thousand miles per minute."Verbeck is making plans to organize a massive festive celebration at the pack by hosting different packs and also popular figures in the country.""I bow
Liyah's POVIt was four days to the full moon. I sat at my bedside window, wondering what the festival would be like. To be in the midst of so many wolves. Everyone in the pack was up and busy making preparations for the moon festival which would consist of different packs assembling together to celebrate the full moon.Though my father had organized it to boast about his success yet again as the world most powerful and influential werewolf, it was also a medium to advertise the bravery of his beloved daughter, Barbara. His daughter who had more blood on her hands compared to her peers. Soon she would find her mate, and once again emphasis would be applied on just how much of a perfect daughter she was.I readjusted on my bed, sighing heavily. I'm not a wolf anyways, so what business does a mere man have with the moon festival? I shook my head. None of these things were my concern. I was insignificant in the picture and my pack. So I shouldn't be thinking about
Nikolai POVThe moon festival was just a few hours away. I could feel my heartbeat rapidly in my chest. The long wait for my revenge was finally over. Running the plan one more time in my head, my eyes scanned the map once more to enable me to recollect all the exit routes.I leaned lazily on the Van Drew had arranged for us for the kidnap, awaiting Stephan and the others. The material of the costume and mask I wore was made of a scratchy material and I vowed to tear it off my skin once I was done. When they arrived, we got into the car and soon, we reached the road.It was a rowdy environment; different packs all over the world gathered to celebrate one man. It was obvious that they were compelled to be here due to Jonas' reigning terror amongst werewolves. His title of the most superior alpha was not in vain. No one dared to cross or disobey him.The festival was about to kick off in a few minutes. I told Drew to move the car straight to the exit route and wait
Liyah's POVI shut my eyes from the searing pain that cut through my head as I slowly awakened, trying to take in the unfamiliar surroundings and remember how I got here.My vision was blurry, and my memory was slightly fuzzy but I could tell that I'd been unconscious for quite some time. I slowly stood to my feet, to examine the gloomy room. I felt the color drain from my face as I looked it over; dark, dirt crusted walls, and cobwebs loomed all over. And the cell-like door confirmed my suspicion that it was some kind of basement. My father had one just like this, where he used to throw offenders.The headache surfaced again, forcing me back to the ground. All I could remember was getting dragged off and bundled into a car, then knocked out by a strange face when I began to protest.My heart pounded as I tried to imagine how and why I got here. I scanned the room for escape routes and then I realized something; there was no window, only unevenly poked holes in t
Nikolai's POV Every time I remembered that I had Jonas' daughter held captive in my basement, I had a rush of two emotions; satisfaction that I had completed the first step of my plan, and anger. Anger that she was still there, anger that she was alive. She had no right living. No right to still be alive and healthy down there when she should be in pain instead. She should be writhing in pain every second. Furious, I raked my fingers through my hair, heading down to the basement to see what condition she was in. "Alpha," I heard someone greet me. I half turned to see a woman I didn't recognize. I frowned. She bowed immediately. "Make it quick," I snapped. In reply, she loosened her hold on the loose shirt wrapped around her chest. "Last night...w-was amazing," She stammered. "I had no idea you had your eyes on me all this while. Now I've figured it out I was hoping this..." She motioned to herself then me. "...would lead to something truly beauti—" "Can you shut up?!" I cut he
Liyah's POVMy entire body racked with sobs as I huddled against the wall still shaken from my encounter with my captor. I had had a pretty bad fall when he dropped me, and now I was unable to move my right leg. A tear dropped from my eyes as I tried to twist my foot to the left to see how bad it was. I realized that my ankle had taken the brunt of it.I still didn't get a good look at my kidnapper's face. The dungeon was just too dark. I had hoped to see his face, to enable me find out if I knew him from anywhere. If he was someone I knew then I would try to recollect why he would kidnap me. But I knew I had no enemies, well unless my pack counts. But apart from them, I hadn't had any encounter with anyone else that would make them want to punish me like this. The only thing I had made out so far was that he was obviously the Alpha of the pack. I could tell from the way they addressed him. But that wasn't good news either. It was rare to find a kindhearted Alp