Semua Bab ALPHA ZAC’S SECRET MATE AND CHILD : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I’d heard that the pain of severing a mate bond was unbearable – but the pain of heartbreak was even worse. I slid further down the bed as unshed tears stung my eyes. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Of course, I was a fool. How dared I believe that a mere omega like me could have an Alpha as a mate? I wished I could disappear and reappear in my own bed, so I could cry myself to sleep. Just then, I heard drunken voices and laughter from outside the door. Someone kicked open the door and staggered in, followed by a small crowd. I noticed Damon, two other Alphas’ sons, and five beta girls. “My, my!” A blonde with a figure I’d only seen on TV before said, pushing further in. “So, the chit believed she was your mate, did she? How stupid of her.” “But the bet’s not complete, Zac, not unless you marked her,” one of the Alphas’ sons said. It was Damon who grabbed my chin roughly, turning my head u

Present time… “Number 56! Number 56! Where is that fool?” Madame Tessa, the Alpha’s housekeeper, called out. I froze in fear, my hand clutching the bread I had stolen, as I stared into the frightened eyes of my daughter. “Are they going to punish us?” she asked fearfully. “Listen to me, Zara. No one, I repeat, no one is going to punish you, okay?” I whispered, bending down to her level. I always made sure to call her Zara, every chance I got. In a world where I had been reduced to a mere number for being an Omega, I wanted my daughter to know who she was. She was still too young for anyone to know her wolf ranking, but they all assumed she would be an Omega like me. I didn’t tell anyone her father was an Alpha—no one except Zara. I had even named her after him. Through the horrors of Bloodwood, I kept telling her stories of her true pack—a progressive, civilized society—and that her father was an Alpha. It seemed almost humorous that I would ever look back on my days at D

FREYAZara’s whimpering woke me. I stretched, and jolted upright. I needed to polish the floors, to steal food for Zara, or she wouldn’t have breakfast, to – I frowned. I wasn’t in the slave-quarters. The bed felt too soft, the sheets were too soft, cool, like – bamboo sheets. I took in the rest of the room, as the memories came flooding in. “Mommy, I’m hungry,” Zara whimpered, rubbing her belly. “Is it too late to get food before the bad Madame comes?”I shook my head, hugging her as tears filled my eyes. “Oh Sweetheart, I don’t think we’d need to steal food again,” but I wasn’t so sure. I knew Darkmoon was too civilized to starve a child, but I couldn’t tell if Alpha Zac would be even more cruel to me than Gregory was. Zara pulled out of my arms, and shot me a quizzical look. “Why did you call me sweetheart Mommy, I’m Zara!”“Yes baby, Sweetheart is a name you call someone you love, and Mommy loves you.”She seemed more perplexed. “You did not love me when we were in th

Freyas povThe morning after he left, the silence was the heaviest thing. Alpha Zac hadn’t said a word to me before he left, he hadn’t said goodbye or anything at all. He’d just gone.I wanted to act like I didn’t give a rats ass what happened but I suddenly shuddered at the thought of what anyone would do without him at the pack.I leaned against the headboard of the bed and stared at the window.Uncertainty seemed to claw at me with every breath.Zara didn’t seem to have any of that. She was five years old. This was magic for her. It was a new home. A garden bigger than she’d ever imagined, rooms with windows tall as doorways and soft rugs blanketing the floor, flowers she’d never even dreamt existed before. And guess what? We were not in prison like the last pack. We felt free. Or happy. Or was it that the punishment wasn’t here yet? I couldn’t tell. But hey, at least we felt like everything was just okay.I heard her little feet run back and forth just outside the door, her laught

Freyas povI woke up slower than usual. My eyes were heavy, I was probably swollen, but it wasn’t from sleep. From last night’s tears maybe. The memories. The… everything.But oddly enough, I didn’t feel crumbled like I thought I should have been. My chest still hurt, yeah, but there was this little something inside of me. It was small and soft and kinda fragile seeming like a candlelight trying not to go out against the wind or something.It gave me a little hope that maybe… just maybe the day wasn’t going to be so bad.That was when I remembered her.Beth.I thought of her and smiled as I couldn’t believe this. After all this time telling myself nothing was going to make me cry, I had broken down when I saw her.My lips formed the slightest smile. There was no need denying that having her fight for me was one of the sweetest thing anyone could ever do for me.The memory of our shared past came to my mind as I remembered when me and her would be sitting on the dining table, gossiping