Mira’s POV,
My body slammed hard into the cold stone floor, jolting me awake. My body hit the floor like I was nothing more than a ragdoll. A sharp pain instantly shot up in my chest, leaving me gasped for fresh air.
My eyes snapped open and fear flooded back into me.
I had arrived at the Shadowmoon pack!
Before I could even gather myself, a bucket of icy water poured over me, soaking me to my bone. The cold water hit me like a punch in my face freezing me in an instant, the cold seeping deep into my muscles.
My heart rumbled in my chest as my body wasn’t prepared for all of these and I struggled to focus, blinking through the haze of cold and darkness.
"Come on. Wake up, you sleepyhead," One of the men sneered, teasing me. As my mind was already getting foggy, I could barely see their face. But their disgusting grin felt like cutting through my skin making my stomach twisted.
I tried to move pushing myself up, but my body refused to listen. My legs felt so numb, too weak for the cold and assault from them. “Still trying to run away, you wh*re? Don’t move.”
One of them reached out his hand and grabbed my arm roughly, jerking me off to my feet like I was nothing. “How’s that? Waking up from your day dream? Get ready for what’s coming next."
A sharp kick slammed into me before another man grabbed my chin roughly. "You should’ve known where you’re stepping into. Soon our Alpha will have his fun with you. When he’ll get bored of you, it’ll be our turn. And trust me, we won’t be gentle."
My breath caught in my throat as their leering words hit me like blow. I shut my eyes, trying to block out their stupid words, clinging to the hope that this wasn’t the end of my life.
“No… It can’t be end like this,” I whispered in my mind trying to keep myself awake.
They slowly began to move around me, taunting me louder. "Enjoy your days while you still can, sweetheart," One of them hissed through his gritted teeth. "You’re acting wild now, but that won’t last long. Soon, you’ll be tamed just like the rest."
Then they left me there like a soaked rat shivering in cold, the cold water sinking deeper with every passing second.
They had dragged me deep into the Shadowmoon clan’s territory, stripped me from my freedom and locked me here like an animal.
But I wasn’t done yet. I had to find a way out no matter what.
Soon, their footsteps faded behind the closed door and I forced myself to sit up, trembling in cold. My heart was still thumping, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet. I had to make it through this hell.
I would survive this cursed fate.
I had to.
Suddenly, the door clicked open and I froze in my place, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes were already blurred with tears, locked onto the woman stepping inside.
She was wearing a doctor's robe as she walked in holding a medical box. Her hair was neatly pinned up like a model, not a strand out of place. A soft breeze followed her in the cell as she stepped inside, growing a strange sense of calm in my mind.
She stared at my drowning eyes, her eyes trembled a bit seeing my condition. “Poor thing…” I heard her murmur under her breath.
Then, she stepped closer, standing in front of me. “I’m Doctor Violet. I’m here for a quick checkup.”
I pressed my body against the wall, my pulse quickened like a frightened rabbit. “I’m not sick. I don’t need any doctor here. You just let me go.”
She ignored my sobbing words as she slowly stepped closer. Her fingers felt ice cold as she grabbed my wrist to check my pulse ignoring my weak attempts to pull away.
“You … You’re too weak,” she muttered sighing softly. “But you have to serve our Alpha soon enough.”
"What are you going to do with me?” I yelled frantically, trying to move away from her. But I already had a drowning feeling in my gut about what she would say.
She looked at me like I was a mudhead, trying to make a scene without any reason. “You’ll be Alpha Kieran’s breeding slave,” she said indifferently. “Your job is to give birth of strong pups for the Shadowmoon clan.”
Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. What did she mean? Breeding Slave… give birth… what did they want from me?!
I gasped for a bit of air, my hands balled into fists, nails digging into my wet palms as my body shook. “No way… never,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I... I won’t accept this.”
Tears welled up in my eyes again as my world was getting darker. “I want to choose my own life, fall in love. I’m not just some sex toys for your Alpha!”
For a second, I thought I saw something for me in her eyes… maybe a bit of sympathy or pity. But it was vanished in the next moment. She softly sighed shaking her head as if she found my words childish.
“No one disobeys Alpha Kieran,” she muttered. “You are an Omega. Weak, powerless. Fighting is useless for you.”
I shook my head hard. “You’re wrong! I may be an Omega, but I still have a heart! I have the right to…”
“The right to what?” she cut me off, raising an eyebrow. “To run? To fight back? There’s nowhere for you to go. No one’s going to stand up to him for you.”
Even hearing his name from her lips made me shiver. I had heard thousands of rumors about Alpha Kieran. He’s a ruthless warrior, always a step ahead of other pack leaders and crushed any rebellion before it could even start. He was an Alpha, a conqueror, so powerful that even his own pack people were afraid to cross him. And now, I was here trapped to be his sex slave?
My breath hitched, my body shaking in blind anger and helplessness. But before I could say anything else, she pulled a syringe out of a small case, filled with clear liquid.
“What is that?” I whispered, my stomach twisting like hell.
Her eyes met my eyes without flinching. “Aphrodisiac,” she said coldly. “It’ll push you into your heat soon for mating. You better get ready.”
My eyes widened hearing her words. “No… You can’t do this to me! Please no!” I tried to push away frantically, but she was way faster than me. “You’re just wasting my time. Just stay still and accept your fate.”
The sharp prick of the silver needle in my arm pushed something cold through my veins, a slow creeping warmth soon started to spread through my whole body.
An unexpected shudder ran through me instantly, my whole body already betraying me. My skin tingled with unknown sensations, a heat coiling in my core that I had no control over. “Please, stop it,” I gasped, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Don’t do this to me. You’re also a woman… How can you be so cruel…”
She gathered her things, casting one last glance at me. “Because you’re Alpha Kieran’s property now,” she said coldly ignoring my crying face. “Alpha Kieran will come for you soon.”
With that, she quickly left the room, the door clicked lock behind her, leaving me in the dark.
And somewhere out there, I knew Alpha Kieran was coming for me… getting ready to claim however he wanted. I sobbed, curling up as tight as I could, shutting my eyes.
It was dead silent, only my ragged breathing breaking it.
I knew my life wasn’t mine anymore… I was nothing but Alpha Kieran’s breeding slave!
JUDY’S POVThe courtroom buzzed with an air of tense anticipation as Chris stepped up to the witness stand. I could feel my palms sweating, and my heartbeat seemed impossibly loud. He glanced back at me briefly before sitting, his eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet reassurance in his gaze, a silent promise that he had this under control."State your name for the record," the prosecutor began."Chris Stanley," Chris replied, his voice steady and confident."You’re here today as a witness and as the plaintiff’s boyfriend, correct?""That’s right," he said, his tone casual but firm.The defense lawyer, a wiry man with sharp features and a calculated smirk, immediately stood. "Your Honour, I object to the term boyfriend. This is a court of law, not a high school gossip session."The judge, a stern woman with steel-gray hair, raised an eyebrow. "Overruled. Continue, Mr. Stanley."Chris leaned back slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Don’t worry, Mr. Parker. I’m perfect
CHRIS’ POVMy love for Judy had become both my strength and my weakness. It drove me to stand between her and the chaos swirling around us, but it also made me reckless. Protecting her had consumed me, yet I couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess. And no matter how much I blamed Jason, Katarina, or Bertrand, a part of me couldn’t ignore the role I had played.The memory of Jason’s smug smirk was still fresh. He had made it clear—protecting Bertrand and Katarina was his priority, and bringing me down was his mission. But to target Judy? That crossed every line.“What the hell is wrong with him?” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room.I slammed my hand against the wall, the sound echoing in the silence. Jason had once claimed to love Judy. Love? That word felt like a mockery now. If he truly loved her, how could he stand to destroy her reputation, isolate her, and subject her to this torment?"Chris?" Judy’s voice pulled me from my thou
JUDY’S POVThe wind whispered through the yard, carrying a restless energy as I stood watching Chris make his way back to me. His movements were taut and deliberate, every step measured. He had just come from his confrontation with Jason, and though his face remained as guarded as always, the subtle flush on his cheeks told another story. Something had unfolded, something significant."Chris," I began cautiously, stepping closer to him. "Why did you go behind Jason?"He hesitated, glancing down at the cracked concrete beneath our feet. "Nothing important," he muttered, but the quiver in his voice was unmissable."Chris, come on," I pressed, folding my arms across my chest. "You’re terrible at hiding things from me. What happened?"He let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might deflect again, but then his shoulders sagged slightly. "He’s... not backing down," he admitted. "If anything, he’s doubling down. He knows how to play this game,
CHRIS’ POVThe corridor was eerily silent as I trailed behind Jason. He walked briskly, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, unaware of my presence. I kept a safe distance, trying to remain unnoticed, though my heart pounded with the fear of being caught. The snippets of his conversation I could hear were enough to keep me moving."No, it’s all safe," Jason’s voice was low but firm. "There are backups, more than one. You think I’d be stupid enough to keep just one copy?"I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Backups? Of the video? My mind raced as I recalled that day vividly—the day Judy and I had been on our date at school. The idea that someone had secretly recorded us still made my stomach churn. Now, the fact that Jason had multiple copies made it infinitely worse."What do you want me to do next?" Jason continued, his tone sharp. "Yeah, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry."The mysterious person on the other end of the call remained silent to me, but Jason’s side of the conversati
JUDY’S POVThe day of the court session was one of the most nerve-wracking of my life. As I dressed that morning, my hands trembled, and I could barely button my blouse. The weight of what lay ahead bore down on me, and I wasn’t sure if I could hold myself together. Chris arrived early, his presence a lifeline amidst the storm of emotions. He didn’t say much; he didn’t need to. His warm, steady gaze was enough to ground me, if only slightly.“You’ve got this,” he said, taking my hand gently in his. “We’ve got this.”His words offered comfort, but the knot in my stomach refused to ease. When we headed out, I saw my father waiting by the front door. He looked at Chris, then at me, with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer his opinion, but his silence spoke volumes. Though he might not entirely approve of Chris, he wasn’t going to interfere. His tacit support gave me a small sliver of reassurance.The courtroom was packed when we arrived. The hushed mu
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