Easton's POV: I'd finished fucking an omega in the storage room and taken a quick walk down the hallway to get my shit together before going back to dealing with that Jessica, who my father chose to be my mate. I mentally roll my eyes, dreading the fact that I would have to face my ‘chosen’ mate. The truth is, my father was the one who chose Jessica for me, I didn’t. Although she is a real hotshot, she’s more hot-tempered and possessive than I am. In other words, she got looks. A brain? Not so much. She wants to be Luna, but I don’t think I she’s fit that role though. If I would pick a mate out for myself, I definitely won't pick Jessica. She would wear too much makeup, clothes that were barely covering anything on her body, and seemed well…too into me. For the past few months I have been extremely patient with her demands. I admit I must have spoiled her too much in order to please my father who is presently the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Alpha Norman. Eight years ago, I vowed t

Catherine's POV: ‘Mate…’ That single word echoed through my mind. Did I hear him wrong? Maybe that was my mind playing tricks on me. I wanted to burst out laughing, raise my hand, or say something in protest but couldn’t. My heart felt as if it was ready to jump out of my chest any second. I wasn't really ready with that bit of information, especially not from him. I am his mate? How could that be? Why would the moon goddess pick me to be his mate? She must have known better than anyone that I was just a mere slave. A no one. Nothing but a freak who lost her memories as a little child. Too irrelevant and weak to be mated to an Alpha’s son. I have been told by almost every single werewolf in this pack that my existence was never meant to be. That I wasn’t worthy of love from anyone. Let alone have a mate. I accepted that with an open mind and heart. I knew no one would want a mate as broken as me. Even if I did have a mate, he was the last pers

Easton's POV: I noticed my mate looked as if she was feeling so uneasy in that dark corner where she stood every day during pack breakfast. I studied her face and tried to make out the meaning of her changing expressions as she stared at the mountain of food on the table. I just remembered my father forbade her to take a seat and dine with the other werewolves in every meal. I saw her hand travel down her stomach, clutching it tight. That small gesture made me know straightaway, she was starving. I excused myself from the breakfast table and stood up carrying my tray. Of course, I refilled all the dishes that was missing on the food tray so I would be providing a whole set of breakfast to my mate. "Done already?" My step-mother, also known as Luna Grey of the Silver Moon Pack, who was sitting at my right clung to my shirt, stopping me from leaving the pack table. I looked at her hand, secretly irritated at this shameless, beautiful woman who became my stepmum. "I just remembered s

Catherine’s POV: I woke up feeling a little bit dizzy. I didn't open my eyes because I noticed the intensely bright light that was peeking through my vision. Why is it so bright? More importantly, the smell of a comforting scent went up my nostrils easily as I continued to breathe. Although it wasn't that strong of a scent, something about it left me wanting more. My body also felt like it was literally floating in the air. It seemed that I was leaning on something like a hard surface. However, I noticed that my body was moving on its own to a certain direction. A hand trailed closely behind my neck, and another against each of my knee, legs closed. Gently and slowly, I let myself see everything that surrounded me. At the very first moment, I saw Easton. He was carrying me in a bridal style going to someplace, evidently far from the kitchen where I remembered myself getting beaten by a number of pissed and hungry werewolves only moment

Catherine's POV: The delicious scent of fresh mint woke me up out of curiosity on where it had come from. As I opened my eyes and attempted to move, the instant pain around my wrists suddenly distracted me from going further to that purpose. I felt that my hands had been handcuffed to the metal frame of the bed I was currently lying on, and I looked up where I felt my hands were tied to in order to confirm it for myself. I tried wriggling the cuff in a bid to get my hands loose. Just then, I sniffed the same familiar scent back from the garden where I attempted my escape, and realized a horrifying truth behind it. The sound of footsteps approaching me slowly made me cautious and expectant of something evil about to befall me. I shrink back on the bed in fear. "Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, you never fail to surprise me every time," I flinched upon hearing the sound of his voice. "Easton. . ." I barely said his name through a whisper. "Well, it appears I have awoken my mate. Tr