The happy chirping of birds woke me up at the ungodly hour of 5am, not that I had been sleeping much anyway. Immediately after I had submitted to Alpha Wyatt, the battle had been declared for him and I had been dragged back to the Alpha mansion of pack Meridian. With one notable exception; he had booted me from my own quarters and taken the Alpha’s room for himself. Every day my hatred for the conceited Alpha grew and I was sure my rage would kill me long before he found a way to. Locking me away in Omega quarters was just a gesture of goodwill to pack Meridian, a way to smooth the transition as he knew I was beloved by my pack. Through my years of suffering under Alpha Mason pack members would come to pay tribute to him from across the territory and not one ever left without giving thanks for my service. They knew he was a cruel motherfucker, and they also knew I suffered many beatings for stepping in on their behalf on pack matters. That was loyalty Alpha Wyatt would not understand.

He furiously rammed his cock into me as deep as it would go, pausing briefly after each thrust, savouring the moment. He kept his eyes on my face as I jolted from his movements. “From this moment on, you are my Luna. You belong…to me!” he panted. “You will accept me as your Alpha and serve”. I kept my face a mask of fury and stared right back at him, my dark orange wolf eyes burning away the grey. It was taking all I could to not moan into the dawn. His large cock filled me completely, triggering feelings I had never experienced with Mason. A shockwave of pleasure pulsated from my pussy across all my nerve endings and I felt on the cusp of an orgasm. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and kept pummelling his hips into mine, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he reached even deeper than before. “Give in to it” he murmured, hot breath tickling my ear. “No” I said shakily, defiant until the end. “I have taken you, it’s over. You don’t need to fight me anymore” he said, voice heavy fro

I spent that night on the floor, tossing and turning to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t anger my bruised buttocks. Wyatt had slipped into bed after our last exchange and left the duvet flung aside as an invitation, which I had no qualms rejecting after last night. Marry him? Seriously? I shook my head in disbelief. He was adding insult to injury. This man would bind me to him under the laws of humans and wolves, using the opportunity to parade his new toy in front of all seven packs he ruled over. Well. I could guaran-damn-tee I would not be at that alter to greet him. I sat up gingerly, wincing as my backside took the weight of my body. He wasn’t in the bed but I could still smell him everywhere-he couldn’t have been gone long. Something caught my eye and caused me to do a double-take. Wyatt's car keys shimmered silver in the morning sun on his bedside table. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins; these keys would open a huge black Chevy pick-up currently parked just outs

“Alpha!” A loud, urgent banging on the door preceded Carter, Wyatt’s Beta, rushing in looking distressed. His eyes searched the room and he visibly gaped when he saw the state of us; both me and Wyatt were drenched in blood and wine, my eye already swelling from the blow to my face and his shirt torn from where I had stabbed him. We were both panting, fangs out, eyes aglow ready for the next round. “Ah…Alpha?” Carter stuttered, unsure of what to do. “What is it?!” Wyatt hissed. “’I’m busy house training our Luna here. Can it wait?”. “No, my Alpha. There has been another attack on the Philadelphia pack, this time three of our wolves have gone missing”, he jabbered nervously. Wyatt looked down at me and mischievous grin took over his face. “Well, Nova. Looks like I’m going on a little road trip up north. Seems our…discussion, will have to wait until I get back”. He flashed eyebrows at me before walking over to Carter and they began whispering feverishly between themselves. I stood

“Alpha, she almost exposed us to the humans. She was trying to run away” Carter huffed, holding me out by the arm like an escaped convict. Wyatt leaned on the high-backed chair with one hand and held the other on his hip, eyebrow raised in displeasure. But he did not look surprised. “Of course she did”, he sighed, shaking his head. He dragged a large, muscular hand through his hair, sweeping the brownish-blonde mane away from his face. “Take her up to our quarters and for the love of god don’t leave her alone until I get there. Seems I haven’t broken her-yet”. I glowered at him as he emphasised the last word and let my eyes burn wolfish orange in his direction. Carter moved to pull me out of the front parlour towards the stairs but I yanked my arm out of his grip, giving him a low warning growl. “I can walk myself, Beta! I do not need a handler” I snapped, storming past him up the stairs. He followed me lazily up to the large, stately bedroom with en-suite Wyatt and I had been as