(Lena’s POV)It still didn’t register in my mind, what exactly did my father mean?Married?“This is all some kind of lie, isn’t it?” I asked and my mother shook her head.“That’s why you’ve been summoned here”“No, it can’t be true... father!”, I felt the panic rising, I knew my parents didn’t like me, but this was too far, exchanging me for money was cruel, even for them too.“Remember you are doing this for the pack, for all of us, we would be free of the debts we owe the other packs”“You have no right to marry me off to settle your debts, I’ll find my mate....”My father stood to his feet, looking furious. “I am your father and your Alpha, I have every right to do so”“But... but what about my mate?”“Cut the Crap”, my mother said to me, “You didn’t find your mate when you turned eighteen, maybe he is out there with someone better or he is dead, sorry to break it to you, but you might never find him”I didn’t know why it always came as a shock to me when I hear the hate in my par

(Lena’s POV)How could a person be so beautiful and yet so scary?Alpha Damien stared at me with furious eyes. He was furious. I understood why everyone feared him, there was something about him, something that screamed danger. His eyes were as dark as his own soul, the darkness loomed over him and I shivered in fear.“Why did you run away?” he asked, his voice filled with authority and I almost bare my neck, it was a struggle to stand there, right before him. He looked quite younger than a werewolf in his early thirties, but every inch of him spoke of the true man he was, he was dress in all black tuxedo lined with gold – the only colour on him.“I am sorry Alpha” I apologised, eyes low, submissive, just as my mother had said but it would be a slap to her face and our pack to discover I attempted to escape my own wedding and I’m sure by now they all knew. He could kill me for this, if he could kill his own mate, what would he do to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if death was better t

I froze when his hands went lower."The tension would make it harder, Lena," he said and I inhaled. Deciding to follow my mother’s advise, I loosened up, his fingers came closer to my wetness, claiming my clit, he robbed slow circles and despite myself, I felt my arousal, my toe curled, the feeling was unlike any other, and then a single finger slipped in and I let out a silent moan, he went in and out of me, steady rhythm and I found myself grinding my hips against his hands, loving the friction, he added in another finger, my walls clasped around his fingers and he went in and out faster, in more jerking motions, I could feel myself building up, I moaned louder, ashamed of how my own body was reacting to his touch, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but then his two finger were out of me and I felt him, hard and huge, again my entry, I froze."No, don't, it would only make it more painful for you" he said to me, he spread my legs wider for more leverage and then he pushed into

(Lena's POV)I couldn't forget the feeling of Damien's fingers inside of me and how hard he had been. Because of me, it gave me a strange kind of pride that I could do that to him.I searched through the clothes, expecting to see revealing clothes, but on the contrary, they were mostly modest. Maybe he didn't want others to see any part of my body; that was a good thing. At least for now, I wouldn't have to worry about being shared with other of his pack men.I picked up a light blue dress and put it on. I passed a brush through my straight blonde hair.By the time I returned back to our room, he was out of the bathroom, his thick black hair dripping water and a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked like a Greek god, and I wanted to run my hands down his abs.He caught me staring, and I looked away, a blush forming on my cheeks.He stared down at the dress I had picked, and I fidgetted under his gaze, but then he looked away, no compliments.I didn't know if it was the right time

(Lena's POV) Pin-drop silence followed next.Realization was slolwy dawning on me. What had I done?I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis."Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this."Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I stood, not bothering to glance at Damien, a