Tormented By Mated Alpha,Claimed By Feared & Cursed Alpha

I picked the pieces left of my clothes, and fled to my room. I locked myself up in bathroom, scrubbing and washing myself up as I cried until sunrise.The next day, just like I expected, Jackson didn't remember. He walked past me in the hallway without a second glance, discussing pack business with his father. I was relieved and devastated at the same time.Nine weeks later, I realized I had missed my cycle. Two times in a row. I immediately feared the worst.“No. No, no, no.” I muttered as I rushed to buy a pregnancy test kit from the pack doctor, paying with money I had saved for my family. My hands shook as I watched the positive result appear."What am I going to do?" I whispered to my reflection.I tried to hide it. I wore looser clothes, and avoided the other servants. But the Alpha had eyes everywhere, and I was sure that some of the servants who hated the fact that I was assigned to tend to Jackson had let the cat out of the bag. Three months into my pregnancy, he summoned m

Honestly, I had no answer to Jake's question, because I didn't know how to explain to my son why his father kept making another woman's child his priority.That evening, after putting Jake to bed early, I went to find Jackson. He was in his study, reviewing some pack document plans."We need to talk," I said from the doorway.He didn't look up. "I'm busy.""It's about Jake." I said, refusing to let him shun me away."What about him?" He asked, uninterested.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "You hurt him today. In the garden.""I didn't hurt him. I was spending time with Lily." He responded casually, feeling no remorse for hurting his son's feelings."And ignoring your own son in the process!" My voice rose despite my efforts to stay calm. "He asked for five minutes on that swing, Jackson. Five minutes. But you couldn't even give him that.""Lily was upset—""Jake is five years old! He doesn't understand why you treat Lily better than him! Lily is not even your daughter, y

Hearing Sophia’s voice, Jackson's expression immediately turned into concern. One I couldn't find in his eyes even after we had informed him that his own son had been kidnapped.“What is going on? What's happening to Lily? She has a fever? How high?" He turned away from me, his voice softening. "Okay, okay. I'll send the pack doctor to the resort. I'll be on my way back soon. Yes, I know it's scary. Just keep her cool and—"I honestly do not know where the courage came from, but I snatched the phone from his hand and threw it across the garden.The guards stood in shock, their jaws dropping. Even Raphael was dumbfounded."What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your freaking mind?" Jackson roared like a mad dog."What's wrong with me? Have I lost my mind? Yes! I have completely lost my mind, Jackson!” I snapped back, angrily.“Our son has been kidnapped, and you're worried about Sophia's daughter having a fever!" I was shaking with rage. "Lily probably has a cold, Jackson! A me

“Silence!!!” A male voice roared at me as his figure filled the doorway. He was tall, and had a broad shoulder, but I couldn't see his face immediately.My hands flung to my mouth, immediately silencing myself as I quickly crawled to a corner."So," he turned to the girl who had been pushed in before he walked in, his voice dripping with authority as he took a step into the room. “I heard you've been a pain in the throat as usual.” He clenched his jaw, but the young lady didn't even flinch. Instead, her face remained on the floor.He hissed.“Silly little thing! You think you're what exactly?” He inquired, expecting no obvious answer. “I'm sure you would be able to learn your lesson after spending time here. That's the reward for your continuous defiance….”As he kept speaking to her, I couldn't exactly tell if she was just a random offender, a maid or a slave, but one thing was sure, she must have done something that warranted her being brought there because what she did next shocke

The silence that followed my question was heavy.Mira pulled her knees close to her chest, wrapping her arms round her legs as she rested her chin on her knees. She stared down at the floor, her red hair falling over her face like a curtain she was hiding behind. I could tell she hadn't expected me to ask, or maybe she had, and just wasn't ready to answer.I didn't push her.After everything I had just cried through, I understood what it meant to not be ready.The small room was quiet except for the distant sound of footsteps in the corridor outside and the occasional muffled cry from another slave room somewhere down the hall. The air was quite cold, and the single weak light above us kept flickering every few minutes like it was threatening to give up at any moment.After what seemed like a long time, Mira finally exhaled, long and slow. I knew she was ready to talk then."I was born in Green Hills Pack," she began quietly, still staring at the floor. "It wasn't exactly a big pack,