The Bronze Bow

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers digging into my arms hard enough to bruise, shaking me like I'm nothing. "Name the bastard who dared touch what's mine, or I'll carve it out of you myself... rip that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch." ----- One reckless night of freedom, a stranger's fangs at my throat, his cock splitting me open as he growls, “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been underneath all that lace. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seeds while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding implodes into hell. I fall at the altar and wake up pregnant. Shame turns to bloodlust. “Puttana sporca." Families clash, knives half‑drawn, abortion demanded. My body no longer mine, just flesh to be gutted and erased. Then the door crashes open and Jasper drops to an instant bow and whispers, "Father." The man strides in and squats beside me, inhaling my scent and his voice cuts into me "Why,” he asked quietly, “do I smell my pup in you?” I stare up wide-eyed at the stranger ... and then at my new husband bowing to him, and realization hit me...I am carrying my father-in-law's child. The untouchable werewolf alpha, Dax Blackthorne, the monster who buries empires and enemies alike... just claimed the forbidden growing in my womb. His pup. Born of one drunken savage knot. In a blood‑soaked empire ruled by taboo claims, werewolf dominance, clashes, and mafia violence, a fragile human girl must harden into something venomous or be consumed alive by men who believe her body, her womb, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One impossible pup. And now everything burns.

The notorious Alpha of the Black Wolf pack, Kellen Blackwood, is feared throughout the entire pack for his violent temper. Yet, everyone knows he adores his mate, Lilith Hayes. I am only an Omega, the lowest rank among werewolves, and I haven't awakened my wolf by the age of 18. Even though I became a laughingstock in the Black Wolf pack, Kellen still treats me as the love of his life. He always says I am as pure as moonlight, and he's willing to bow his head and surrender his pride for me. I believe him. Despite my family's objections, I become his mate. For five years, we have been together. He cherishes me like a priceless treasure. The Alpha Kellen, who shows no mercy outside, cooks meals for me and takes care of our home with his own hands. The fearsome leader, who never bows to anyone, gently lowers his head and shows deference to me. When my brother, Rex Hayes, breaks werewolf law, Kellen is the one who accompanies me to find someone who will testify for him. But on the day of the trial, the only person who can prove Rex's innocence, Ella Foster, is nowhere to be found. Rex is convicted of assault instead of being cleared for self-defense. The moment Rex is found guilty, Kellen is the first to stand and applaud in agreement. I lose control and run to confront Ella, demanding to know why she turned her back on us at the last moment. Ella clutches her stomach, tears rolling down her face, her voice trembling as she says, "Rex really is at fault. I can't just stand by and let my father be blamed for something he didn't do!" I stand there in shock, and then Kellen appears behind me. "Lilith, Ella is pregnant with my pup. I can't let anything happen to the pup she's carrying. Rex's punishment is exile to the Frozen Wastes. Compared to everything Ella has lost, that's already merciful."

"Do you really think someone like you is worthy of love?" he whispered in Eleanor's ear, making her body shudder in fear. "I... I don't know," she stuttered, her voice trembling, eyes fixed on the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. "I would never love a weak wolf like you, an aberration," he spat with disdain, his words filled with anger. "You shame our kind, Eleanor!" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his intense gaze. "Do you hate me for this?" she asked, her voice faltering. "Hate?" He tilted his head, a cruel smile forming on his lower lip. "Hate is too soft a word. I feel repulsion towards you, disgust at being tied to such an insignificant being." Eleanor fought back tears as she heard his next words. "I, Asher Bennett, future Alpha of the Bloody Moon Pack, reject Eleanor Parker as my mate!" he growled angrily, turning away with contempt. "Never dare to say you're my mate again, You have a choice, Eleanor. You can bow down and accept your miserable fate... or you can fight, like the fool you are, thinking you have any chance." "A miserable fate for a wretched girl, what more could Eleanor Parker expect? After being brutally rejected by her mate and betrayed by her stepsister, sold like an animal by those who wished her dead, she rises from the ashes beside the great and supreme Alpha King Lynca, the cruelest of all werewolves capable of killing anyone who dares to disobey him. "I thought I signed my death sentence with the bloodthirsty Alpha King, responsible for hundreds of deaths. Yet, he became my rebirth, making me feel alive. Love drew me toward the abyss between us, where I could easily lose myself." Eleanor sighed, meeting his mesmerizing arctic blue eyes.