Alana’s POVThe last week came, and I started my training with Lawson. He was polite and cheerful as always, and I was very friendly to him as well. He fought hard, but I took special care not to defeat him even once. That would make his guard low. I knew that I could defeat him, even though I couldn't defeat Rawlaine. If I wasn't wrong, Rawlaine was the most powerful wolf alive in the human realm, apart from the pureblood, if not the most powerful supernatural.On the last day of my training with Lawson, he politely asked for a word with me."Can we take a walk?" He asked."Sure," I replied.We walked to the edge of Lake Geneva, which was on the border of the pack's territory."I heard from one of the witches that you had a shouting row with Rawlaine over me a week ago," he started.I pretended to get enraged on his behalf again. ,"Yes, he was slandering you just to get me to like him. What an attention-seeking jerk!" I exclaimed."He wasn't always like that, you know," he said."He

Alana’s POV"Hurry up, slave! You have no work to do, after all. Did you even bathe? You stink," barked the Alpha, his tone filled with disdain.I rolled my eyes, growing tired of his constant belittling. I couldn't comprehend why the Alpha thought it was a good idea to assign his spoiled omega sex slave to help me prepare for my mating ritual. It was beyond me. When my mate was in the pack, they allowed me to rest, although my mate would occasionally yank me out of bed by my hair if I got too comfortable. Since then, the slave, Jennifer, had done nothing but waste time on her phone and hurl insults at me with her attitude."Yes, Jennifer," I muttered, my voice laced with irritation. She snorted in response and returned her attention to her phone. I was nearly ready for the ritual. My thick brown hair had been pulled up into an elegant twist, with the veil neatly tucked into place. I hadn't worn any makeup, so I had no choice but to embrace my natural appearance. It didn't bother me

Alana’s POV Huh What was happening?"Baby, who is she?" She eyed me, or more so, the coat I was wearing. "Darling," he responded, my heart breaking into a million pieces at the name he just called her. "She's my mate and new slave. Do you like her?""You brought your mate here without consulting me? Alaric..." She dragged."I don't remember having to take orders from you." The alpha frowned."I'm sorry, baby, it's just..." Again, she looked at the coat. I'm sure she recognizes it as Alpha Alaric's."Don't think too much." He stated, walking to stand beside her, facing me. "Ava, meet Hazel, my omega mate and slave," he began introducing. "Omega," he referred to me, "meet Ava, my wife." What His wife? Alpha Alaric already had a chosen mate?God, was this a joke? It was a cruel joke indeed."Baby, why does she look pale?" Ava looked disgusted at me."It's how omegas act when they see beautiful things." He snickered.He was rejecting me directly. Damn, it hurt so bad. Whatever he wa

Alana’s POV "Slave Alanna, do you still have anything to say?" The Alpha's loud voice met my ears; he was talking to me. My head was bowed, and I was sure I looked guilty.Slowly, I raised it, tears clouding my eyes, never mind, I was just a weak human and couldn't stop myself from crying. "I didn't do anything to luna." The words choked out of me. I wanted him to believe me, but he didn't."Drop this act, you wretched witch. You did this to me!" The Alpha of the Jade pack, my mate's wife, yelled at me. "You did this," she said again.I shifted my gaze to her, forcing myself to speak. "You're all lying," I muttered in a whisper. "What would you gain?"I was being accused of slapping the Luna. What reason would I have for doing that? I was just an omega slave, and she was a werewolf Luna. How in God's name could I slap her? They weren't thinking."Alanna, did you slap the Luna?"Alaric, my mate, asked."I.. I.. I mean" I couldn't speak, and everyone began to murmur."See, Alpha, she's