Diana
I stumble out of the study blindly dragging myself along, my body swaying unsteadily; in too much pain to even notice which direction I am heading. My eyes are blurry with tears as I make my way down the hall.
Everything hurts…
All I want is to get as far away as I can- far, far away from this place of heartache and pain. I want to curl up in bed and cry my heart out, maybe then the stifling pressure in my chest would stop…but maybe it never will…
In my dazed and disoriented state, I don’t notice the door that creaks open just ahead. A hand reaches out from within and roughly drags me in, grip tight with bruising intensity. The door is then slammed shut.
Seeing who it is, I feel the blood drain from my face and a chill runs down my spine.
What I find is the disturbing gaze of Beta Mason staring down at me, on his lips is the same twisted, perverted smirk he always seems to wear around me. But this time, there’s an additional evil undertone to it which sharply reminds me of the encounter three years ago.
Worse yet, this time, we’re inside the Pack House…in his own study… my heart sinks even lower when I remember that all the rooms in the Pack House are soundproofed, meaning that there is no amount of screaming that would help me either.
“Why hello, Diana. Funny meeting you here”, he smirks.
His eyes run all over my body, taking in my well-fitting jeans and t-shirt. He lasciviously licks his lips, and I regret every single thought that ever made me pick out these clothes. I wrench my arm out of his grasp and wrap my arms defensively around my middle, taking a step back, trying to put some distance between us.
“I am curious though, what were you doing in the Alpha’s office hmmm?” he drags the last word, his voice making me nauseated.
I don’t answer and take another step back, cautiously keeping my eyes on him just in case he makes any sudden movements.
My silence doesn’t seem to bother him at all though as he cheerfully continues, “I saw you walking behind him just now, and you looked like a puppy following its master”, then he snickers, “You like him don’t you? Little Diana has a crush”, he sings.
“Too bad he’s way out of your league”, and he laughs in my face, his words making my heart clench painfully.
“But now you’re crying…” he muses, holding his chin as he studies me, his expression contemplative, “Could it be…” then he grins, “Could it be that you confessed your feelings for him and got rejected?”
No, but close enough…
I bite my lip and quickly school my expression. However, his sharp eyes still catch the minute change and they widen in amazement before he bursts out in loud derisive laughter, “Poor, poor wolfless Diana. Actually delusional enough to pine after the Alpha. How pathetic”, he jeers, laughing even louder.
I shut my eyes tight in hurt and embarrassment. His mockery digging deeper into my fresh wounds.
After laughing to his heart's content, he narrows his eyes on me and licks his lips, “But don’t worry, if the Alpha won’t take you. I will. I’ll satisfy those cravings you have. If it’s a man you’re lusting for, then it’s a man you’ll get. I can give you exactly what you want. Who knows, I might just be better at him at-“ and makes an obscene motion of humping his hips in the air.
I immediately pale.
“No”, vehemently shaking my head. My body trembles with panic as I take another step away from him, “I would like to go now Beta Mason. Please let me go”, my voice trembles as I beg, trembling from terror and desperation.
“I don’t think so”, he hums, stalking towards me. He runs his eyes up and down my body once more, “I’m going to enjoy this”, he muses darkly, and he starts to unbuckle his belt. A moment later, he pulls it free from his trousers and throws it away to the side, the buckle falling with a metallic clink.
“There’s no drunk warrior here to save you now Princess”, he smirks mockingly, “this time, no one is going to interrupt us. It’s just you and me now Diana. Just you…and me”, as he stalks closer.
I turn around and dash away.
“I do so like the chase”, he cackles and comes after me.
DianaTrigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of SA, violence and blood. Read at your own discretion.Sharp pain explodes in my scalp as Beta Marcus grabs me by my hair and drags me down with him onto the floor.I struggle fiercely “Let me go, you bastard!” I scream and manage to kick out at him before clawing away.“Oof!” he exclaims exaggeratedly when my foot collides with his hard chest- with mounting despair, I realize that my feeble strength can’t hurt him at all, “Seems we have a fighter on our hands! How feisty! But I like it!” he chuckles.He grabs me by the ankle and drags me back towards him, my thrashing useless against his overwhelming strength.He flips me over onto my back and grabs my flailing arms in one hand before pinning them down above my head.I raise a knee to kick between his legs but he quickly situates himself between my two legs, cutting off my chance to do so.Screaming hysterically, I thrash my body, bucking my torso in a bid to throw him off- screami
DianaTrigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of SA, violence and blood. Read at your own discretion.Despair, the likes of which I have never known wracks through my form and I literally tremble from the force of it.My mate’s rejection had hurt badly. It still does. But this…somehow this is worse.Though Alpha Magnus is my mate, he is still not more than a stranger to me. His rejection hurt me because of the bond between us. But this! This is my own brother! my own twin! Born of the same womb!Apollo’s betrayal increases the pain already in my heart, multiplying it by a thousand times. My naive heart, burdened by too much shock refuses to believe it, spiralling me into a deep dark well of denial. My eyes, tinged with a hint of madness and desperation continue to stare at the crack in the door. He will come back…He has to…I’m his sister, how could he truly abandon me?He just went to get help…Yes. Any second now, I would hear his voice shouting for people to come and I wou
DianaI barrel into my house, sweating and trembling from shock as I collapse to the floor. Barely a second later, Billy barges in.“Hey! Did you find your ma-“ It takes only a second for him to take in the tears streaming down my face as well as the blood around my mouth, torso and hands, and the original small smile on his face disappears, replaced by a grave expression.With long strides, he reaches my side and stretches out a hand to touch me but stops when I subconsciously flinch. He draws back his hand but frantically looks me over with his eyes.“This blood…” he starts, “It’s not yours”, he concludes a second later. It’s not a question. He can tell. Decades of being a warrior has taught him enough.“Whose?” he asks simply, face dead serious.I flinch again but still answer, “Beta Mason”, my stomach twisting as I force out the name.Billy suddenly stills before abruptly standing up. He then begins to pace the short length of my room.“What happened?” he grits out.“He- he tried
DianaBut after a few steps, I run back to him again and hug him. “Thank you Billy”, I whisper against his chest, “For everything…I love you”.Sighing, he wraps his arms around me too, crushing me in a bear hug against him, “I love you too pipsqueak and I’ll miss you”, he lets go, gently pushing me away.“There’s no time to waste. Now go!”I nod and dash into the trees behind the shack. Luckily, my house is at the furthest end of the Omega district and the southern border is directly behind it. I speed the entire way through the forest, ignoring the stitch in my side.I stop a yard away when I catch sight of the sentry posts.Taking a deep breath, I jam my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants before walking with forced casualness towards the border.Instantly, I feel eyes train on me, scanning my form with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat- the piercing gaze most likely coming from the hidden sentries. Maintaining a casual facial expression is hard but I try my best, an
DianaWith a start, I jerk up in a panic, my body vibrating with tension as my head whips around the room in alarm; my pupils blown wide as my eyes dart around, looking for the threat. I am completely disoriented and it takes me a full minute before I finally remember where I am, and another, for my racing heart to slow down.My body sags from the rush of adrenaline and I collapse limply back on the bed, staring up at the dirty ceiling in a daze.I’m safe…this is a human territory…I’m safe…they haven’t found me… and my mind whispers a dark ‘yet’.As I bring my breath back under control, I slowly turn on my side, curling up in a fetal position and hugging my knees to my chest. A hiss escapes my lips as the movement sends sharp zaps of pain coursing through my body, reminding me of the multiple aches and bruises on my person. Injuries that I had accrued; more piling on top of the existing ones day after day- injuries I had had no time to treat, much too busy running for my life.It had
DianaAt the door, hesitant to leave the safety of my room, I peek out first to make sure that there’s no one suspicious lurking. What if they’ve already found me? What if they’re outside, just waiting for me to come out so they can catch me? My anxiety spikes as numerous paranoid thoughts run through my mind. The larger part of my brain reminds me that this is a human territory but the fear is ever present. I grimace when my stomach growls loudly. If the old clock hanging on the wall is right, it's past noon already and the last thing I ate was a stale sandwich two days ago. I peek out one more time to make sure it’s safe before stepping out and locking the door behind me. Getting directions for the nearest diner from the very bored receptionist at the front desk, I walk out of the motel and stare contemplatively at the only road there. Going left would take me out of town. Yanking the hood more firmly over my head, I go right. Apart from what seems to be an abandoned car repa
DianaI don’t walk back out with the job.Apparently, they had just hired someone yesterday- I'm literally just a few hours late. I’m not discouraged though. I have a whole pamphlet full of restaurants, diners and cafes. I’m sure I’ll get something.I leaf through the pamphlet for the nearest one and realize it’s quite far. I would take a cab there but unfortunately, I’m broke as hell.Slipping my hand into my pocket, I take out the crumpled bills I have left and count them. The balance makes me wince. With the pitiful amount I have left, there’s barely enough for one more meal. And then after that, I’m screwed. Thankfully, I had paid for a day's stay at the motel so I at least have shelter for the next few days. But unless I get a job soon, I’m out in the streets.Well, walking it is then. Five restaurants, four cafes and one bar later, and my earlier optimism has been stumped to dust. I realise just how naive I had been.It is incredibly hard to find employment.To be honest, I d
Diana My eyes dart to the gas station store but the employee isn’t looking out here, I can see that he’s got headphones in and that his attention is focused on his phone. Even if I were to shout, the glass door and windows are all shut so the likelihood of him hearing me is slim.At this moment, I become painfully aware of just how secluded this place is. Not just the employee. No one would hear me.A chill spreads through my limbs and my hands glow clammy. I turn around and start to speed walk back the way I came, hoping and praying that they would just go back to what they were doing and leave me alone. But my luck has never been that good. Regret floods my veins at the foolishness of my actions this night.Stupid! Stupid! I should have waited till tomorrow…“Hey!” Out the corner of my eye, I notice that they start to walk even faster, closing the space between us. My heart sinks and I break out into a run but they react immediately. They fan out and flank me on both sides. One
Diana Billy takes a step forward and wraps me in his warm bear hug. I bury my face in his chest and hug him just as tight. He steps back, “See you in a bit, kid”, and with a little wave, turns around and strides back towards the cars. I watch as they begin to pile into the SUVs, Billy among them. He gives me one last wink, grinning crookedly before ducking into the lead car. The low growl of the engines rises as the vehicles roll down the driveway, kicking up small clouds of dust and mist in their wake. I watch until the last taillight vanishes into the mist. A warm arm curls around my shoulders, anchoring me to the earth. Dominicus presses a kiss to my temple, his voice a soft murmur against my hair. “Don’t worry, dulcis. They’ll be fine. And they’ll bring her back safely.” I close my eyes for a moment, breathing him in, clinging to the hope stitched into his words. I hope so. For Billy’s sake. For Emerald’s sake. For all of us…We don’t go inside right away.
Diana “Wake me up early?” I mumble, already half-drifting again. “I wanna see Billy off in the morning.” “I will,” he promises, kissing the top of my head. Silence falls between us, soft and fragile. I’m just on the edge of sleep when his voice comes again, low and rough and achingly sincere. “Dulcis…” I hum in acknowledgment, too tired to form a real word. “The reason I’m not stopping you from fighting this war… isn’t because I care about you any less. I hope you know that. Right?” Something in his tone — the raw inflection, the brittle edge — tugs at me, pulling me back to him. I blink my eyes open and tilt my head up to look at him. In the muted light, his face is shadowed, but I can see it — the tightness around his mouth, the faint crease between his brows. And in his eyes — gods — there’s worry. Guilt. And buried much deeper, a sliver of fear so raw it makes my heart ache. I know what he’s thinking - what is weighing on him. It’s Billy’s words, thro
Diana Dominicus gently kisses my tears away before gathering me up into his arms as he gets off the bed. “Let’s get you clean and ready for bed”, he says and I hum in reply. I nestle against him, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under my cheek as he carries me across the room. I murmur sleepily, “Don’t get my hair wet. I wanna enjoy my silk press a little longer…” My voice is soft, half-drowsy. He halts mid-step and looks down at me. Them he chuckles, low and warm, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Of course, dulcis,” he says, amused. When we get to the bathroom, he sets me down on the counter and finds the shower cap tucked into a drawer. I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as he approaches, his expression utterly tender. With careful hands, he gathers my hair — cradling it like something precious — and slips the cap over my head. His fingers linger against my scalp for a moment, tracing the shape of it, before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “There
Diana I arch against him instinctively, a broken sound escaping my lips. Dominicus buries his face in the crook of my neck, groaning low and deep, his breath hot against my skin. “Mine,” he whispers against my throat, his voice hoarse, almost desperate. “Always mine, dulcis.” I cling to him, nails digging into his back, overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of it — the way we fit, the way our bodies and hearts and souls seem to lock together in a way that feels eternal. He begins to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, worshipful. I match him, needing him, needing this — this fusion, with an intensity that shakes my very soul. Dominicus moves inside me, deeper, harder, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs. I cling to him, lost, trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders, needing more, needing everything. His name falls from my lips again and again, a broken, worshipful prayer. The heat coils low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter, until I’m
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenesDiana His heavy-lidded eyes, so dark it sends a shiver down my spine have something within them other than just lust: It’s love. It’s trust. It’s need. But somehow, it still doesn’t feel like enough. Not yet. I want to give him everything. I want to make him feel even a fraction of what he’s made me feel today. What he makes me feel all the time. My cheeks flush as the idea takes root — daring, impulsive, raw — but I don’t hesitate. I trail kisses down his chest, my hands smoothing over his ribs, his waist, lower still. When he realizes what I intend, he catches my wrist gently. “Dulcis,” he says, his voice rough, wrecked. “I want to,” I whisper fiercely. “Please, Dom. Let me.” For a moment, he just looks at me. Then he nods once, slowly, his throat bobbing as he swallows. I look down at his member. A whimper escapes me as the ache between my legs intensifies. It’s so big- steel wrapped in s
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana The celebration stretches on for three wonderful hours — eating, dancing, more laughter than I know what to do with. Gifts pile up on the table, colorful and bright, each one more overwhelming than the last. When the last of the guests trickle out, leaving hugs and promises to meet again soon, I finally find myself alone. Just me and Dominicus. The house is a little quieter now — but the air still hums with laughter, heavy and sweet. I turn toward him, my heart swelling with so much love it almost hurts. Dominicus watches me with that steady, patient gaze of his — the one that always makes me feel seen, known, loved. The soft lamplight spills over him, gilding his hair, casting his face in gentle shadows. “Thank you,” I say softly, my voice thick with emotion, “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed about”. He shakes his head and says, “It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough. You deserve everything and
Diana By the time I pull into the driveway, the sun has already dipped below the horizon, leaving a soft indigo glow in the sky. I kill the engine, my heart beating fast with excitement and exhaustion. The passenger seat and back seat are piled high with packages — all twenty of them, in their different shapes and sizes, like a treasure trove of love carefully stitched together by one stubborn, wonderful man. I open the door and start gathering as many of them as I can into my arms. Of course, it’s too many. I try anyway, stacking boxes precariously against my chest, balancing the heavier ones on my hip. One wrong move, and they’ll all topple over. I stagger toward the front door, fumbling with the handle. The moment it creaks open, a thunderous roar explodes from inside— “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” I jerk back, startled, nearly dropping everything. Actually— no, everything does drop. The packages slip from my arms and tumble to the floor with a series of soft thuds, some rolling
Diana The boy grins again. “See? You’re even prettier when you laugh!” “Thank you,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “You’ve done a wonderful job. The Alpha was right to choose you for this mission.” He straightens up, looking proud. “Does this mean mission accomplished?” “Absolutely,” I assure him. “Mission perfectly accomplished.” “Yay!” He jumps up and down. “Alpha said if I did a good job, I could get ice cream. Can I go now, Luna?” “Of course,” I say, reaching into my purse. “In fact, here’s some money for that ice cream. You’ve more than earned it.” His eyes widen. “Really? Thank you, Luna!” He takes the money carefully, then surprises me by giving me a quick hug. “I hope you smile lots more now. Bye!” He runs a few steps before coming back. “Oh, right! Alpha also said you have to find the rest. He says to go to all the special places and get them…” — and then he runs off. As I watch him scamper off towards the ice cream stand, I swallow thickly and look down at the
Diana It’s well into the small, aching hours of morning before I hear the soft creak of the bedroom door opening. Half-asleep, I catch the scent of blood first—thick and metallic, even though it’s been washed away. Beneath it, the familiar, grounding scent of Dominicus: something uniquely him. I hear the soft splash of water as he disappears into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he returns, the mattress dipping under his weight. I feel his hand slide around my waist, strong and sure, pulling me back against the solid wall of his chest. His skin is warm, and he presses a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of my shoulder, his breath stirring the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck. Sleep pulls at me like a tide, warm and slow. Wrapped in his arms, the world slips away once more, and I let it. ———— The coffee in my hands has long gone lukewarm, but I sip it anyway, standing still in front of the kitchen window. Outside, the world is already awake—the sun climbing lazily h