BLURB: My life has never been my own to live or control. At age eighteen, I am sold to the Lycan King by my father – a man everyone fears for his cruelty and respects for his power. Cast into a world ruled by his steel-hard will, I am doomed to be nothing more than a servant in his palace. Tristan Price is everything I detest: cold and unfeeling, arrogant and merciless – and completely out of my reach. But each time he's close, my unfaithful heart beats faster, and I don't know if I want to flee from him or into his arms. Is this my fate? To be the servant of a man who treats me as nothing more than property? Or is there something more than that behind those icy eyes, maybe I'm just delusional. Maybe escaping is the better option, especially after I find out that I'm pregnant with the child of the most hated man in town.
Lihat lebih banyakReya’s POV
"LOOK AT ME!"
Lycan Tristan, My Alpha and husband growled with gritted teeth, sending shivers down my spine as he plunged into me like a mad animal.
"Look at me, mate!" he grunted again, and I did so with a whimper now. Pleasure and pain shredded through me and no matter how much I ached to roll my eyes back as he tore through me with every motion, I couldn't.
His eyes were upon me and I was forced to meet his cold gray gaze. I whimpered for the second time, biting down hard on my aching and puffy bottom lip. For a moment or two, the ecstasy overwhelmed me and I did not feel the pain that my so-called mate was causing me while he found his own pleasure.
I wanted to cry out his name but I came to my senses that that would be a mistake that will incur me another penalty so I locked my lips. There were lots of things which I wanted to do
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I wanted to bury my fingers in his stunning blonde locks and pull his hair down so our lips would meet, but I knew that would be the greatest mistake I ever made.
Lycan Tristan Jerked, spilling his semen inside me as he came while I was deprived of the pleasure of orgasm by the man who was supposed to worship my body.
I kept my eye on him, holding onto a small candle of hope that maybe today will be different and he will return and push me to the edge of ecstasy with him but that hope immediately dissipated as he pulled away, got out of bed, and exited the room without so much as giving me a second glance.
He was done and gone.
As a rag doll, I slept in the single bed that I was allowed to share with Lycan Tristan. Even though we were married, we slept alone except when he was in his 'urge' mode and then he would call me to this room.
Every time he called me here, I knew what he wanted and I could never deny him. Aside from this, it was only when I came to be with him. To see his body. To have him near and inside me.
"This is the only place that you can ever assist me, do you understand?" He asked me on the first night that he called me to this room. "The one thing that you can assist me with."
"Yes, Trist –"
The rest of the words stuck in my throat when his big hands clamped across my air ways suddenly, choking me.
"Never!" he bellowed in such contempt that my bones rattled. "Never mention my name from that filthy mouth of yours. It is Alpha to you."
I never repeated the faux pas.
I had first been thrilled. I had been slighted and cold-shouldered for weeks, so I could give him something now. That night I lost my virginity and wept till dawn.
Two years later, I still cried after serving him. At first, I thought I can deal with him. "His ire and disgust with me will recede as our mate bond only grows stronger," I consoled myself.
"He doesn't hate you; he's just upset his fated partner turned out to be a weak slave." I said different things to myself to calm myself down and justify him, but deep in my heart I knew.
When he was mated mate, I was his second chance mate and he would never have bonded or brought me in had Luna Bianca been alive. He hated me because I was worthless and can never get to meet her standards.
After several hours of indulgent crying and despair, I dragged myself out of bed and into the en-suite bathroom to clean up. When I looked in the mirror, there were marks all over where his claws had dug in.
It was always like that every time we had sex. I opened my eyes and pulled the covers over me before getting up to head to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Despite being their Luna now, no one went out of their way to wait on me.
Aside from that, I used to be a slave like all the other omegas in this establishment.
What I was not prepared for was to catch Lycan Tristan in the middle of an angry argument with his beta and three other men.
He saw me when he felt my presence and his eyes turned black. My breath hitched and my hair rose for some unknown reason. I felt fear run through me and stepped back only to bump into someone.
Spinning around, I sighed in relief to find it was only Myra. I looked at Lycan Tristan she dragged me out of the room.
"What were you doing in that room?" she asked, her grip on my wrist were painful.
I became angry and yanked my wrist out of her grip. "Why do you ask, I demanded.” This is my home and I can go wherever I please without having to account to you."
She smiled. "Is that so?
Myra was now the matron – in charge of all the omegas who worked at the pack house – and always felt the compulsion to tell me how much she hated me every time she saw me, largely because she hated the fact that I was now her superior.
"Do you even know what they were talking about in that room?" she asked. "You should know your place."
I narrowed my eyes into slits. "What are you discussing? You do know you are your Luna, don't you? Even if you do not respect me, you must respect Lycan Tristan, my mate!"
"Respect you?" She laughed. "I didn't know you're a stand-up comedian now. Even your supposed mate doesn't respect you. Why should I? To me, you're still just a lowly slave and that is what you will remain."
She moved closer to me to establish her dominance. Then she questioned “Do you know what they’re talking about in that room right now? I looked at the kitchen door. "What are you talking about?"
"Stupid and dumb." She spat. Immediately, about three guards crowded into the wide hallway. My heart went dead as I fully realized what was going on and there was this stomach-turning.
"What is going on?" I moved back from her. "What are you doing, Myra?"
My gaze flew back to the kitchen. No way am I going to deal with all of these men and Myra alone. If I yell, will Lycan Tristan hear me and come save me? I knew he will have a piece of my mind afterwards but, I'll be safe, won't I?
I had my mouth agape poised to scream when a hand clamped over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the scream.
Myra smiled. "Don't do that right now."
I glared. What was going on here?
"You are losing your Luna title," she said, a smug smirk playing on her lips.
My eyes grew wide with shock. "What? That is a lie." I shouted. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Who arranged for you to be set up like this? Do you know what Lycan Tristan will do to you if I –"
"Nothing," she cut in.
My brow was furrowed. "What?"
She smiled widely. "He will do nothing because he sent me here." She gestured toward the guards who began closing in on me. "Take her. Lock her in a guest room. She is not to leave it until Lycan Tristan orders otherwise."
Anger bubbled inside me. "I want to see Tristan! Let him tell me this to my face." But Myra was already walking away. The guards grabbed me, pulling me along.
Reya's POV The past had elapsed in such a serene manner, as water flowed through the stone and pain was gradually eroded. Today, there was no fear of the wind and nothing but laughter. And it wasn't mine. It belonged to my children. Running through the fields outside the Riverdale compound, Pearl and Luis were happily howling as they ran around, their golden-red fur shimmering under the sun. My arms were swung back and I couldn't contain my excitement as I rested on the porch railing. My every breath had the aroma of freedom. Of peace. I never obtained anything, and I struggled hard to give it to them. Behind me, the porch creaked. I didn't have to turn to find out if it was Alpha Tristan. “They are moving at a faster pace than us,’ he blurted. "I grinned." They seem safer now than they were before. Our children were playing wolf-like, and we stood in silence. But Pearl was more strategic, quicker and sharper. Luis, raw power. Balanced. Dangerous. They were trained by me to
Reya’s POVThere was a distinct sensation in the air at Riverdale. Lighter. Without any fear of kneading, I stood in the courtyard of the Riverdale Packhouse for the first time in years. This was an unusual sight. The burned banners had been exchanged. Blood oozed out of the stone. Children played in the places where warriors had fallen. And Alpha Tristan…. He stood beside me. Not as my Alpha. Not even as my mate. I am a man who is bruised, mournful, and making an effort. Upon arriving, Lydia was met with the realization that they still talk about their actions. You fashioned something out of nothing, Reya. I didn't respond. Our children were under my observation instead of the others. Amidst the afternoon sun, Luis and Pearl are chasing each other, their laughter echoing through all the hills. They deserve a childhood they never had,' I murmured. The voice of Alpha Tristan was lowered beside me. "And they've got it, thanks to you."I turned to confront him. "We're in relatio
Reya’s POVThe stench of ash and burnt earth.” The wind blew. Smoke drifted from the far-off Wyvern's castle ruins, and the sounds of death had faded to a dull background. We had won. Yet, there was no sense of achievement. While blood covered my armor, some were mine and most were not. The adrenaline crash from the war caused my limbs to shake, not weakness. Despite the fact that my children were safe, the foretelling was accurate, and Myra Webb was only a remnant of scorched bones, I couldn't shake off the hollowness. The Lycan King walked through the debris and inquired, "Is it finished?" Nodding and blinking through grimy, I said: "Myra's gone." In reply. Alpha Wyvern's soldiers have surrendered. It's over.”His eyes twinkled with a sharp flicker." And your passion?" I asked. My veins were still so hot, and I said "I buried it with her." There was still something within me from the divine being. She was watching. Despite his face burned, the Lycan King reached into his cloa
Reya’s POVFire. Pain. Blood. I was drenched in all three.” Our last siege caused the fortress grounds to shake. My troops had penetrated the walls of Alpha Wyvern. War whistles echoed through the sky. Magic crackled in every direction. Injected corpses tumbled, clouds shone, and the odor of coal and steel made breathing impossible. Myra Webb's savage kick to my chest caused me to fall over and collide with a heap of crushed stone. My ribs screamed. My breath hitched. My hands trembled. "I had a greater expectation of the Luna Phoenix," she said, her eyes wide open and her mouth swish. "Take heed of me." Bleeding. Broken. Powerless.” I coughed, tasting blood. A blackened armor, adorned with silver runes, belonged to Myra and was filled mitting with cursed energy. Dark magic ruined her eyes, but they still sparkled like that. Our warriors were pushed back by the remaining men of Alpha Wyvern behind her.” Alpha Tristan was residing in someplace, fighting against hell. My childr
Reya's POV. The night roared. Stars shone as they were lit by torches. The cliffs were punctuated by the sound of drums, which brought together warriors who had previously stood on opposite sides and now identified as mine.' Among the sea of scars and anger stood an array of characters, including Alphas, rogues like Ginkgo, outcasts from outer space, and omegas. I stood in the front.'" I emphasized that the battle was not for revenge, but for justice. "We are fighting for it."For the children stolen. For the blood spilled. Every person who thought they were lost in time."A cry of war shook the stillness. And then we ran. The fortress of Alpha Wyvern was ahead, its walls slicked with flames, like the jaws of a monster. The gates were shattered by explosions as our wolves detonated the barriers, making way for the charge. I shifted mid-run. The crimson fur ran through my armor.' The smell of blood was all over my mouth. We clashed. Thunder was the only sound heard as the first
Reya's POV. The garden was silent. Too silent. There was no sound from the breeze, only the fragrance of lilacs and tension. My twins, Luis and Kiera, were playing close to the fountain as I stood beneath the twisted willow. The tone of their chuckles was gentle, with an innocence that I'd rather preserve. I clung to that sound like a lifeline. The threats were not communicated to them by me. With respect to Chloe’s escape from the dungeons. Upon discovering one of their fellow prison guards dead, the guard's throat was ripped open like an animal'. She was out there somewhere. I had the impression that she was not running.' Then the wind shifted. The light caught Pearl's golden curls as she froze in mid-spin." Luis turned his head sharply. The sharp aroma of perfume, cloying and familiar also hit me. "Inside. Now." I ordered. Without delay, they followed instructions, but the figure stumbled from behind the hedge.”Chloe. In her customary white attire, she resembles a sinister
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