CHAPTER 6 - WAKING UP TO A SAD REALITY
Heather's POV
Being bullied by my parents in the past made waking up to pain a norm for me, but today's is different.
There's an ache in-between my legs that brings memories rushing through my head.
As I force myself to sit up and face the mirror on the other side of the wall, I realize how red my face has turned.
Although it aches, I know that I would do it again and again if time rewound.
The way he touched me and called my name made me feel so beautiful in ways I had never felt before.
He said he inched to bite me and mark me but although he didn't, I don't feel bad at all. Him seeking me out to sleep with me and eventually making love to me all night must mean something.
It must mean that although he could not fight for me yesterday, he realized how wrong things were and he wanted to make it up to me.
He must have realized that we were mates and that he was just too awkward to acknowledge it at first.
I'm so glad. I'm so grateful to the moon goddess for giving me a chance at life. I thought this would be my end, but I haven't dreamt up a beginning as beautiful as this.
With a smile on my face, I turn to meet that of the handsome sleeping beauty beside me.
He just like me is naked and barely covered by the bed covers and I do not mind one bit.
My eyes start to trail his abs from his neckline and unto his nipples. Such beautiful peaks that I want to tease them.
But I hold it back when he stirs. My eyes then travel to his face. The handsome face that looked into my eyes when he made love to me.
"Heather, I love you", he had said as he climaxed for the second time yesterday.
His beautiful lashes shake and I realize that he's about to wake up and although I still feel shy and want to run into hiding, I decide to be bold for him.
He said he likes that part of me.
I smile as I wait for him to open his eyes fully and adjust his sight to the brightness of the room, but instead of a matching smile, he wakes up with a deep frown.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?", He asks in a way that breaks my heart.
How could he say those words like that? After all that we shared together?
"Lucas, what do you mean by that question?" But I do not get the chance to finish my question when his stack naked self emerges from underneath the bedcover.
"How dare you?" His voice comes out as a roar and my boldness starts to waver.
His eyes scan mine, but in less than a nano second, he has peeled his gaze off of me, like I'm a stranger. Like he doesn't recognize me. But how come?
He took my virginity last night.
Alpha King Warren Lucas' POV
A dull headache accompanied by a feeling of lightness and absolute relief washes through me as I wake. It's such a beautiful feeling that I just want to sleep in, but there's a stranger in my room.
On the same bed with me.
How come?
I try to ravel and shake my memories, but the last thing I remember was thinking about her.
I didn't think to seek her out as I felt guilty.
Yet, I sit up absolutely ignoring the clothes that peel off my body to match her naked state.
For a moment, I am distracted by her breast and how her nipples seem to harden with each second that my gaze spends on them.
Such a reaction.
But then the reality of the matter dawns on me.
This is my most private room and barely three staffs know about this place as I clean it myself.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?", I ask the fist question that comes to mind.
The room is neat, sparkly in fact and looks like it's been visited while I was away.
Then my mind goes back to the complaints Nanny lodged against her as soon as I came in yesterday. Could she really have bullied the princess to clean this place up?
That would be a possibility and literally the only way for her to have found out about my secret place.
But as my eyes revisits her face, I'm slapped with how raw the pain in her expression is.
She must think she's something for being able to get in my bed. And that convinces me even more that she is suspicious.
I thought I could keep her because of how fascinated I was by her, but I must have thought wrong if I saw an innocence that could easily be manipulated in her.
And that angers me, the fact that I must have been wrong about her in the first place. The doubt I had towards Nanny Deliana vanishes the moment she completes her second sentence.
"Lucas, what do you mean by that question?" She asks, calling my name in the way that even my grandmother never dared to.
"How dare you?!" I ask with clear irritation.
She seems to be as calculative as Nanny said.
And a good actress too, feigning the facial expressions like she means them.
But then I am only further irritated that I want her out of my sight.
I can't believe I actually spent a week after the war looking for gifts to make her happy. I even dreamt about this moment, the time I would bed her. But it only just turns out to be a manipulation and an act.
I should have sent her out when grandmother said that to me yesterday. But now that I've let her stay and she has come this far, I will make sure to punish her and make her regret this actions of hers.
"Get out!", I say in what appears to be a roar.
She is shaken by the dept of my tone and words, but I can not bring myself to care about how badly hurt she is or how much I must have scarred her emotionally.
It's all an act to her anyways.
Nanny said so.
"But Lucas, you… you said you loved me and…"
"Just shut the hell up and get out of my room this instant before I really get angry and get you locked up in the dungeon and don't you ever show your face in this room again, you shameless actress!"
A gasp escapes her throat the same time tears starts to roll down her face.
The sight of it prick my chest in a way that has me rethinking my actions.
But no, she asked for it when she decided to have two faces under my nose. I should have known better than to accommodate someone of such class.
And as he does so, he answers the question he literally forced me to ask while my moans and screams are confused with eachother. "No one else fucking wants you", his moves are so tight and almost forceful that I can't help but wonder how in the world he still has all that stamina. "It hurts", I moan as I try to reach for his waist and push again, but he slaps my hands away and grabs my boobs. "Didn't you want it hard? I'm doing just that, or do you want me to leave? Did you have a change of mind?" His fingers are giving my nipples the tightest pinch they've ever gotten and his palms remain firmly pressed on my breasts. "You'll barely be able to walk when I'm done", he pauses as I start to feel his manhood harden and pulsate inside of me. Dripping hot precum also starts to coat my inside and mix with my wetness as he continues his movement. "And you know what will happen when I'm done?", through my glassy eyes, I notice the smirk on his face, "I'll take you again and again a
Heather With Mara gone, the estate felt peace and calm, like the storm had passed. Some funny thing is no one grieved over Mara's death, even though she was once the Luna. Even her son, Archer. Lucas never loved her in the first place. He softened to me and more wary of letting fear rule him. Our bond emerged stronger for enduring the trial. Together Lucas and I slowly mended torn relationships throughout the pack, reassuring all of our peaceful intentions. Keegan’s wisdom and discretion proved invaluable in maintaining stability through the transition. And Alex’s calm strength gave me courage when threats of fresh dissent arose. He would make a fine leader someday, if we could break the bleak cycle of suspicion and isolation. Archer remained more inscrutable, keeping his own counsel for a time. But Alex's tireless faith seemed to gently erode his walls. And seeing Lucas choose unity over vengeance clearly gave him much to ponder internally. I hoped in time the seeds of healing
Archer's POV The commotion in the hallway drew everyone's alarmed attention from the dinner table. Shouts echoed, then Keegan appeared supporting mother's distressingly still form. Dark blood stained her robes and face."What has happened?" Father demanded, rushing over with the others. But none needed ask as the gruesome truth became painfully clear. Mother had taken her own life, reasons unknown. An icy void opened within me. I know why. She chooses this for herself.In the chaotic hours that followed, I retreated numbly to the solitude of the grounds, tormented by guilt and questions. What had driven the proud Alpha female to such an extreme end? She had appeared the very picture of health mere hours before at dinner. Nothing made sense.Over the next harrowing days, the murky circumstances came to light under Keegan's discretionary investigation. Among mother's things he uncovered incriminating letters - one for father pleading again to cast out Heather before she destroyed him.
MaraBitterness churned within me as Lucas welcomed Heather back so readily after all the grief her disappearance caused. She had stolen his affections from me long ago with her bewitching powers, and now the spell was cast anew despite my warnings. Lucas was blind in his obsession once more.I would not let her destroy my son again. Since reasoned arguments proved futile, more duplicitous means were required. I slipped tiny portions of monkshood tincture each day into Heather's wine at dinner, under guise of graceful hospitality. Just enough to make her sickly, not draw suspicion. Soon parallel symptoms began appearing in my soft-headed son as well - fatigue, headaches, fits of anger. But it was necessary collateral damage to free him from her toxins. Once weaned off her presence, Lucas would regain his senses. I remained vigilant for any opportunity to administer larger, more disfiguring doses when the time was right.But fate conspired against me when Archer noticed his ailing fat
LucasThe long road of recovery thereafter was its own grueling nightmare. My own weakness disgusted me. But Heather and Alex stayed steadfast through every faltering step, humiliation, and defeated curse. Their faith fueled me like oxygen to resume the fight each day. Leaving the bleak hospital at last to continue healing surrounded by family brought profound peace. Despite my grandmother's lingering wariness, she and Mara welcomed Heather back graciously. The circle had held through our darkest hour.My body gradually mended, though the leg brace and cane still left me reliant on others' assistance shamefully often. But Heather never allowed me to slip into despair, staying bright and gently scolding when I cursed my feeble condition too harshly. Her inner light sustained me, even through my blackest moods.Alex too helped ease the restlessness, smiling encouragement through each halting mile walked together around the grounds. In his eyes I glimpsed again the heroic father I had p
Heather Everything happened so fast - the gun, Lucas diving to shield me, the deafening crack of the shot. Then Lucas crumpling heavily to the floor amidst the chaos, dark red blooming across his chest. The scream trapped in my throat escaped as a shattered gasp. I rushed to Lucas's side with Alex, pressing my hands desperately against the gushing wound. Lucas's face had gone pale and slack, barely conscious. "No no no, stay with me!" I begged him. Our surroundings faded away, Ian's deranged shouting, the sirens outside, everything but Lucas's dimming eyes locked on mine. "Heather...forgive me..." he rasped faintly, each word clearly agonizing. His hand found mine, grip feeble. "Tell...Alex..." "Shhh don't speak, save your strength!" I pleaded, tears blurring my vision. But his eyes slid closed, body going limp. "Lucas! Lucas please!" My broken sobs echoed in the sudden quiet.Everything after became a hellish blur - police and paramedics storming in, Ian screaming threats and cu