Forced To Bear The Alpha's Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Vena.I stared at him, sure I had heard wrong.The words echoed in my head.Bear me a son, and I will grant you your freedom.For a second, I just knelt there on the cold stone, my wrists burning in the chains, my throat still sore from his grip, and I told myself I must have imagined it. Maybe I had hit my head harder than I thought in the forest. Maybe I was still unconscious, trapped in some nightmare my mind had created.But he was still there.Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov. Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack.Tall. Silent. Watching me with those pale green eyes that gave nothing away.He meant it. Every word.A dull roaring filled my ears. I had been born a breeder, raised as one, trained for it. Ever since I could walk, House Rose had shaped my life around one purpose. I knew what it meant to have my body turned into a commodity, my womb turned into a contract.That was what I ran from. I had run until my legs almost gave out, until my lungs felt like they were tearing, the moment I turned 25

VenaI followed Miriam out of the dungeons with my arms wrapped around myself. I was cold and tired and my legs felt like they would give out any minute. The hallway was dim and cold as we climbed up the stairs and soon we stepped out. It looked like I had stepped into what looked like an estate and in front of me was a big castle. The Thornmoon castle no doubt. It had towers that stood high tinting the sky. It was sharp, old but exquisite with its crest carved against the high wall. It was a crescent moon, sharp and broken like its edges were made out of blade. Twisted around the moon was a thorned vine. And just above the crescent moon was a wolf’s head, strong and looking sharply ahead. Everything felt similar to what we had read in books but seeing the wolves' fortress in person was more scary. I instinctively took a step back before I followed Miriam into a wide courtyard. “Keep close, dear,” Miriam said softly as she led me through a beautiful fountain at the center. “The Al

VenaI followed Miriam down the wide staircase as I looked around the mansion, its grace and glamor was beautiful. Every step we made echoed through the mansion.I tried not to stare too obviously, but it was impossible not to notice everything. From its high ceilings to the huge chandelier dropped from the ceiling but it wasn't enough to brighten the sitting area that had dark curtains shutting off the morning sun.Miriam walked ahead of me sharply, while I walked slowly behind her, distracted by the emptiness of the halls. There were no paintings. No portraits. No framed memories on the walls. Just some expensive vases and a few vague paintings.It felt strange. Like I was in a museum or art gallery.I sped up, my knees hurt in protest and blurted the question before I could stop myself. “Why are there no personal things around?”Miriam glanced over her shoulder. “Personal things?”“Pictures,” I said, gesturing vaguely at the walls as we turned into a long hallway. “Family portraits.

VenaI woke up with a dry throat and my head felt like there was someone playing drums in there. It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was. The ceilings weren't familiar and I didn't remember my bed to be this comfortable.I blinked again, slowly sitting up as memories of earlier today resurfaced in my mind. I had been in the kitchen doing the dishes with Miriam while Elena and Sasha were cleaning the rooms, when I had felt dizzy and the last thing I remembered was Miriam shouting my name.It was dark now, I thought, looking outside at the bright half moon. I assumed I had passed out earlier, and was taken to my roomMy head swam and I pressed my palm to my forehead.Hot.Too hot.No wonder I felt dizzy.My stomach twisted painfully, groaning in hunger. A small bedside lamp glowed faintly beside me and just beside it was a folded piece of paper and a glass of water. Next to it was a small white tablet.I frowned.The handwriting on the note was neat and slanted, elegant.I s

VenaI woke up with a sharp ache pressing behind my eyes.For a few long seconds, I did not move. I just lay there, staring at the pale strip of light cutting across the dark ceiling above me. Someone had opened the curtains while I slept. Only a small gap, just enough to let morning light in.My head throbbed.My body felt heavy and sore, the kind of dull ache that sat deep in my bones.I slowly turned my head.A glass of clean water rested on the bedside table. Beside it was a small white tablet. And a folded piece of paper.My stomach tightened.Someone had been in my room again.I pushed myself up onto my elbows and squinted at the note. I recognised it as the same writing from last night, even if the words themselves meant nothing to me and I turned away from the paper.It was probably Miriam. It had to be.I reached for the glass and took a small sip as I closed my eyes and my mind betrayed me immediately as memories of last night resurfaced in my mind.Being in the Alpha’s bed.