ANMELDENThea spent her whole life at Athena Academy, raised to please the most powerful men in the land. Now, on her 18th birthday she is handed over to Alpha Cain, the most powerful Alpha in the North. He is cold, cruel, and uncaring. Thea knows she must find some warmth in his domain, or else she doesn't know how she'll survive.
Mehr anzeigenMy feet were cold, aching, and bare as I hurried along next to the carriage. I hurried in an attempt to ease the fatigue in my bound arms, being pulled by the horses. The rain hammered down, clinging my knee-length, white linen dress to my body and causing my hair to stick uncomfortably to my face. My chest burned as I struggled to maintain my breathing in the cold, damp air. We must have been moving for over 2 hours at this point, and I knew there was no hope of stopping soon. Alpha Cain’s pack and mansion were at least another hour away.
Today was the day my life had been leading to, the day by purpose would be fulfilled, and the day I dreaded the most. For as long as I can remember, I was a student at the Athena Academy. I was taught to be soft and gentle, always to look down and avoid eye contact, to be clean and presentable, and, most importantly, to always follow orders. My pack was destroyed when I was just barely a child, and I, along with a few other girls, was sent to Athena. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that my true fate was revealed. I was to be a whore to an Alpha, and today was my 18th birthday.
I first saw Alpha Cain last summer. The other students and I, ready for selection, stood outside Athena Academy in a neat line, eyes cast down. There were 5 Alphas chosen today. First was Alpha Cain, the cruel, ruthless leader of the Knight Moon Pack, and the
supreme Alpha of the Northern territories. I dared not raise my head as he moved down the line of girls, but he seemed to be taking time to inspect them all. Even without looking, I could sense how he towered over me. Before long, I saw him step in front of me, and a rough hand grabbed my chin and forced my head upwards.
My eyes briefly met his cold, grey, uncaring eyes before I caught myself and looked away. He continued to inspect me, forcing my head left and right and moving my hair back from my neck. I let my head drop back down as he let go and took a step back, further looking me over before moving on to the next girl. A few more minutes passed as he continued surveying the line of girls when finally he said “That one. When will she be ready?”
“Feburary 3rd, Alpha,” I heard the matron reply.
Crap. That’s my birthday.
“I want her ready 10am that day,” the cold voice of the Alpha snapped again. And, with that, I was his.
I’d spent the last 8 months convincing myself that Alpha Cain could be a nice, gentle man. That his cold nature on the day he picked me was simply a show in front of the other Alphas. Now, as I stumbled on the stone road, on bloody feet, my hand tied to his carriage, I realised how wrong I was.
The great hall had been silent for three hours. No one had moved. No one had spoken. The pack members stood frozen in their rows, servants pressed against the walls like shadows, and the slaves - Thea among them - remained rooted to the back wall, bare feet cold against the stone. The scout's words still hung in the air like smoke: "The Luna is taken. Captured by the rogues. The Alpha is riding ahead alone - he refused to wait for the main force. He said... he said he would bring her back or die trying." Thea had felt those words like a blade between her ribs. Orion. Captured. Gone. Not dead. Not wounded. Taken. That was somehow worse - the uncertainty, the cruelty of it. She imagined Orion in chains, Orion surrounded by enemies, Orion's steady voice silenced. The thought made her stomach lurch violently, and she'd had to press a hand to the cold stone wall to keep from swaying. Jessa had been beside her, gripping her elbow, whispering, "Breathe. Breathe, Thea. She's strong. She'
Jessa’s eyes widened the instant she saw me. Not dramatically. Not in shock. But in that small, careful way someone looks when they’re trying to piece together what they’re seeing without making you flinch. Her gaze swept over me - my flushed cheeks, the sheen of sweat along my hairline, the way one of my hands still clutched the doorframe as if I needed it to stay upright. She noticed everything.“Thea…” she whispered, brow knitting with concern. “You’re shaking.”I forced a laugh - too thin, too breathless. “I’m fine.” The lie cracked halfway through the word. Jessa stepped closer, hesitant but gentle. “You look pale. Or - maybe not pale. More like you’re overheated. Did you run here?” Her eyes dropped to my bare feet on the floor. “…You weren’t running.”My stomach tightened. Another soft pulse of heat flickered low in my belly, making my knees tremble so faintly I prayed she didn’t see. But she did. Her eyes snapped back up.“Thea - sit down.” Her voice softened even further. “You’
I woke with a sharp intake of breath, the sound catching in my throat like a swallowed cry. The room was dim - just a faint wash of early dawn creeping across the floorboards - but my body felt like it was still standing on that impossible lake. Heat simmered low and deep, spreading in slow, pulsing waves that dragged a quiet, desperate sound from my chest. My thighs tightened together instinctively, fighting the trembling that ran through them. The sheets were twisted around my hips, clinging to my damp skin. I couldn't tell if I had kicked them off… or writhed in them. My hand move down to my pussy, slick and wet. I wasn’t sure if I was moving my fingers to rub my clit or if some higher being was moving it for me. A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it. Not pain. Not fear. Need. My breath came in short, shuddering bursts, my chest rising and falling too fast. Every inhale felt like heat. Every exhale felt like surrender. I pressed the back of my wrist to my mouth, trying to
I drifted into sleep slowly, Orion’s face lingering behind my eyes. Her voice. Her warmth. The memory of her hand brushing my cheek. The weight of the collar faded. The room dissolved.And the dream rose up around me like mist. When I opened my eyes, I stood on water. A vast lake stretched out beneath me, smooth as glass, reflecting the sky with perfect clarity. The sunset above burned with colours too vivid to be real - brilliant oranges, deep pinks, molten gold bleeding into violet. The surface of the lake glowed with those same colours, as if the sky and water were mirrors whispering to one another. Every step I took sent gentle ripples blooming out around my feet, shimmering with colour and soft light. But the water held me. As if it knew me. Recognised me. Accepted me. The air was warm. Soft. Still. And then I saw her. At the far end of the lake, light gathered - slow at first, then brightening, swirling into shape. A tall, radiant woman. Her form was unmistakably feminine, but
I didn’t sleep well. The soup had warmed me, but every time my eyes drifted shut, I dreamed of horns echoing through the forest… of marching boots disappearing between the trees… of Orion’s voice fading into the wind. I woke long before dawn, then slept again, then woke to the soft grey light of ear
Clearway finished smoothing the last of the fresh linens into the wardrobe while Waters arranged the tea tray, adjusting the honey bowl to sit within easy reach. I drew Orion’s robe tighter around myself, letting the soft fabric settle around my bruised ribs. The blue embroidery caught the morning l
The corridor blurred around me as Waters and Clearway carried me, each heartbeat thudding like a dull weight in my ears. My breath kept catching in my throat, still uneven, still too fast. Every shift of their arms made my body spasm in tiny, broken tremors I couldn’t stop. We reached a door - tall,
His footsteps moved behind me again - slow, unhurried, confident. The kind of pace a hunter takes when the prey can no longer run.I kept my chest pressed to the stone, hands tucked behind my back exactly where he’d ordered them. The leash trailed from my collar, a soft line on the ground, waiting






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