Labor felt endless, the ruthless rain pounding against the windows, echoing the chaos within my body. Thunder rumbled, shaking the room's very foundations, and adding to the mess unfolding around me. Pain overcame me, radiating from every fiber of my being, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. The male doctor and pack maids rushed to assist me, their efforts seemingly in vain. My forehead glistened with sweat, and my heart pounded in my chest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the moment arrived. Exhausted and weak, I lay on the bed, desperately trying to catch my breath. Yet, my relief was short-lived. Apollo stormed into the room, his eyes devoid of warmth. Tension crackled in the air as he approached the bed, hooked on our newborn son. It was as if he sought evidence, some form of proof that the child was truly his. "Little bird, step aside," Apollo commanded with harshness, his gaze piercing our innocent baby boy on the bed. Weak and confused, I sat

ALPHA APOLLO'S POV I burst into Seth's room, my heart thrumming with a volatile mix of anger and betrayal. The sight that met my eyes was infuriating—him entwined with a whore, their naked bodies shamelessly intertwined. Without a second thought, I seized her by the hair, forcefully wrenching her away from Seth, and hurled her out of the room, depriving her even of her clothes. Planting my leg on the edge of the bed, I leaned in, my voice a low growl that matched the storm brewing within me. "You're a fucking imbecile. Turns out, the baby wasn't mine, just as I suspected. Remember seeing me with that blonde girl? Even if I had slept with her, I would have taken every precaution to ensure she didn't conceive." Seth nodded, visibly trembling with fear. I locked eyes with him, my gaze penetrating his very soul. "Now, spill it, Seth. What else are you hiding?" He stuttered, his voice barely audible above a whisper. "I…I sabotaged all your condoms. Your father instructed me to do it. He

Alpha Ryder’s POVThe sun beat down mercilessly on the open field of my packhouse, intensifying the tension that hung in the air. I stood there, sword in hand, facing off against Hazel. How I despised this cursed arrangement, how I despised the moon goddess for denying me the freedom to choose my own mate.Hazel was a skilled fighter, her every move calculated and precise. I could sense her determination, her desire to win this duel. But in truth, I wished I could strike her down with my sword and be done with it all. I had no interest in her, no desire to be tied to her for the rest of my life. It was an obligation forced upon me by my late father, a promise made to her father.As we clashed blades, the sound of metal meeting metal rang through the air. My muscles strained with every strike, my mind filled with a mixture of frustration and anger. The sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes, but I refused to let it distract me.In the back of my mind, thoughts of another woma

Tracy’s POVAfter Zelda left, anger surged through my veins like molten lava. How dare she spout such lies about Alpha Nathan? I couldn't let her tarnish our chance at happiness. The maids around me trembled nervously, sensing the tension thickening in the room."Pour the water on me," I commanded sharply, my frustration seeping into my voice. The maids hurriedly complied, dipping their hands into the water and splashing it over my body. They were clearly on edge, fully aware of the potential consequences of Zelda's words.As the cool water cascaded over me, I scolded them, my words carrying a warning. "None of you will utter a single word about what Zelda said. If anyone betrays my trust, you will face severe consequences."Their voices quivered as they chorused their agreement, their fear palpable in the air. But amidst their compliance, one of the maids stood defiantly, her eyes blazing with stubborn resolve. I locked eyes with her, my patience waning rapidly."You will say it," I

Alpha Apollo’s POVI woke up in my bed, groaning as I sat up, feeling the throbbing in my head. I had been up all-night partying and smoking, and now I was paying the price. Glancing to my side, I saw a woman lying next to me, one of the slaves my father had given me. Surprisingly, my wolf didn't stir with the usual desire to kill her. I sighed, realizing I wasn't in the mood for this.I gently stroked my forehead, trying to ease the pounding headache. "Hey, you," I muttered, tapping the woman on her bare butt. "Time to go."She looked up at me, a hint of a smile on her face. "Good morning, Alpha," she greeted politely.I grunted in response, not in the mood for small talk. "Just leave," I snapped, my voice rough with irritation. She gathered her clothes and hurriedly left the room.With a sigh of relief, I made my way to the bathroom. As an alpha, I preferred to handle things myself in my room, but the maids would come to clean up once I was done. I heard a knock on my door, interrup