Semua Bab TRAPPED WITH THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Bab 1 - Bab 6

VERAI didn’t drug the Alphas, but try explaining that when the most powerful men in the Pack are dry-humping the wall. The platter slipped from my hands.“My…oh no!” I gasped, stepping back as ceramic shards scattered across the stone floor.My throat closed. The sound of the broken plates was swallowed by the low, primal growls echoing around the Pack Hall. “Witch, did you fuck with this stew?” one Alpha growled, his voice cutting through the guttural, erotic moans from a pack of ruthless, dominant and powerful Alphas losing control of themselves. Someone had tampered with the meal I prepared and laced it with an aphrodisiac. And not just any meal: the feast for the Alpha summit. Hot tears streamed down my face. “Please…who did this?”I had spent all morning preparing my sister’s signature dish: smoked moonleaf pheasant. And now the Alphas were rutting like animals. I knew my life was hell but not even hell could have prepared me for today. It had been five years since my sis

VeraThey locked me out again.And this time, it wasn’t just them ignoring me or slamming a door in my face. It was real. They actually locked me out. In the middle of a storm that sounded like it could tear the whole house apart. I raised one hand to shield my face, like that would stop the rain, and banged the other against the door like a crazy person. Nobody answered.Not even a sound of footsteps to raise my hope.Then thunder hit again, louder, meaner this time, and I jumped so hard that I hurt my ankle. I didn’t even feel it. I was drenched from head to toe. My dress stuck to me like wet tissue. The rain had soaked through my bandage too, and now my forehead burned like someone had set it on fire.Still, I don't even know why I kept running from door to door like a fool. Front door. Side. Back. Kitchen. Even the storage room. Locked. Locked. Locked. Every single one was locked. I wasn’t exactly crying…but my teeth were chattering like crazy, and my lips were too numb t

Vera“I think I’m gonna pass out.”That’s what I whispered to myself as I pushed open the heavy door to my basement room and collapsed onto the thin mattress. The springs squeaked under me like even they were tired of holding me together.My arms felt like bricks. My feet ached in places I didn’t even know had bones. My back was wet with sweat from scrubbing the entire East Wing twice because Luna Marie said the floors “still looked dull.” I even washed her underwear. And I did it with my bare hands. Disgusting right?But I’m used to it.Because apparently, Luna duties now meant omega slave work too.I was supposed to be the Luna of this goddamn Pack.But all I’d been lately was their cleaner. Their cook. Their fucking slave.I dragged my fingers down my face and groaned. “Why do I feel like this?” Normally, I’d handle all these chores without blinking. It’s not like today was the worst.But my body? It felt like someone replaced all my blood with cement. My head was aching bad