Humiliated for almost all her life and then thrown out of the pack she had grown to call home, she didn't expect that fate could ever smile at her. Once a taunted girl, now an Alpha's stepdaughter. What more does fate have in stall for her? "Hey mate! Wanna play?"
I could not believe that the place I've known all my life. The place I called home was in few days no longer going to be mine. Ours. Mine and mother's. I sighed sadly and wondered why life was the way it was - cruel and crazy. My mother and I did not deserve to be treated this way. We should have a right here, in this pack. This was not just a home, it was my pride. As every werewolf out there prided themselves on their root. It was every werewolf's dream to be born in a pack, belonging to one, grow and make a life in one. Continuing the legacy of those before us.
Alas, that was not going to be the case for my mother and I, and it was somehow my fault. No, it was all my fault.
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
I smiled at the voice even before I saw the face.
"Yes, mother. It is."
I heard her sigh. The nostalgia that I heard from that exhalation of breath caused a deep pang of guilt in my chest. She was already missing this place even before we left.
"I'm sorry, mother."
"What are you sorry for?"
I turned to look at her. The silver gleam of the moon washed over her beautiful face. She smiled but even the smile had sadness she did not want me to see. I knew the smile was to make me believe everything was fine and she was not bothered, but I knew. I saw through her façade.
"Mother, I know you love here as much as any werewolf of this pack. And I know that every memory you have from when you were a pup to an adult wolfess means everything to you. I'm sorry I'm the reason you're losing it all."
I struggled to hold back tears, my voice became thick with emotion. I had to swallow the boulder that had lodged itself uncomfortably in my throat. I was the reason all this was happening, and I wished there was some way I could stop it. I wish there was some way I could turn back the hands of time and do things better. Or have them happen differently.
"Hey, don't berate yourself over it." She took my hands in hers and squeezed lovingly. "It's not your fault. No one can help what you're going through."
"It doesn't change the fact that it's all my fault. That our leaving here is because of me."
"No." She disagreed firmly, then the silver light beaming on her expression, she was displeased with my self-blame and self-condemnation. "Whatever happens is all on them. They chose to throw us out. It was their choice to pick on us. It was their choice to decide to make us the object of mockery amongst pack mates."
I sighed. "You're just trying to make me feel better."
She shook her head slowly. "No"
"No?"
"You don't need to feel better, because you already are better."
I took note of the emphasis on 'feel' and ''are'.
"I'm already better?"
I questioned, feeling a bit confused.
"Yes. You are better than them, things beyond our control happen to anybody. No one is got the right to judge anyone because of certain circumstances. Ignorant, mean people."
She uttered with some rush of anger.
"It's okay, mother."
"No, it is not. We are going to become rogues and you that fate is almost as awful as death. Two werewolves without packs, what are we without our packs? I'm just...just"
She trailed off and it was time for me to squeeze her hand right back. From the way her fingers held onto mine, I knew she needed the contact. I felt so bad for putting her through such. It was just me and her, my father was not in the picture. It had always been the both of us, looking out for each other. She had been the most supportive parent when she found out my problem. Never mocked nor made me feel bad about it, but others had. When they did, we'd kept them quiet until they no longer wanted us.
I sighed.
"Sit with me mother. Let's watch the moon and stars together while reminiscing on the good memories we created here."
I was sitting by my window and my window was wide enough to accommodate both of us. I pulled her to sit with me.
"Don't you think I'm too old to sit and watch the stars and daydream. Or night-dream in this case."
We both chuckled as she took her place beside me and released our hold on each other to drape an arm around my shoulders, I went into the comfort she was wordlessly offering and placed my head on her shoulder.
"What were your fond memories growing up here, mother?"
"I remember when I was six and would run naked from the house I stayed with my parents to the river and bathe there."
"You've never told me that one. Now, I want to hear."
"I always found the river a perfect place to bathe than an actual bathroom."
"That is crazy."
"Well, it drove my parents crazy. They never knew how or when I'd slip out of the house to the river and when I was done, I'd slip in back. But that was on rare occasions."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I'd play all by myself, wear myself out and fall asleep at the bank."
"All by yourself? No clothes? You don't think of catching a cold?"
"At six?" She raised an amused brow at me. "At six, my greatest concern was thinking of the food my mother would have prepared for me after having a nap by the river."
"They never looked for you?"
"They did. Sometimes when I heard them coming and I knew I was not done having fun, I'd run and hide behind some bushes."
"They never found you?"
"Sometimes, they did. Though they weren't really worried about me getting lost because the river was quite close to our home but they were more worried of me getting sick."
"And let me guess, they'd drag you home if and when they caught you."
"Correct. I'd cry and kick, throw tantrums in general. Would sulk and reject meals."
"Quite an extreme tantrum for an activity you indulge in everyday."
"I know but I was six and grateful to the Moon Goddess for giving me such wonderful parents, I was never rebuked except on few occasions that I truly deserved it."
"Your childhood was fun."
"Yes, it was. And my wish was my legacy would continue here, you know. That I was going to give you the best life as I'd had." I'd never wanted you to end up a rogue.
She didn't have to say it but I heard it in the silence that followed after her words.
"I'm sorry, mother."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Katherina."
"Yes, I do."
"Stop it, you're going to annoy me."
"I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
I knew she wanted to know what my last sorry was for. And I didn't know, honestly. Maybe I was still apologizing for putting us in this situation and a little for saying sorry even when she'd asked me not to.
"Nothing mother."
"Good, don't ever be sorry."
I nodded. I saw her surreptitiously wipe tears from her eyes and I was only more sorry for being the reason behind her pain. I was only more sorry for everything.
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When Veil Hart finds herself in an entangling twist with the play boy CEO 'Ander Rodriguez' she can only choose between saving her father's life, or letting him go.
She wished to escape from her father and the prison she called home, but she ended up in the hands of his enemy, the ruthless Mafia Don of K County. She proposes marriage to him in order to save herself.
When I woke up with a hangover, I found a handsome and naked stranger sleeping beside me. --- I’m Tanya, a surrogate’s daughter, an omega with no wolf and no scent. On my 18th birthday, when I planned to give my virginity to my boyfriend, I found him sleeping with my sister. I went to the bar to get drunk, and accidentally had a one-night stand with the handsome stranger. I thought he was just an ordinary werewolf, but they said he was Marco, the alpha prince and the most powerful Lycan in our kingdom. ‘You slut, you’re pregnant! Fortunately, Rick is kind enough to let you be his mistress and save you from shame.’ my stepmother said, tossing a pregnancy strip on the table. Rick was an old pervert. No she-wolf could keep up with his sexual demand. No she-wolf could survive with him more than 1 year. When I was in despair, Marco came to my rescue. He got down on one knee, took out a ring and said he would marry me. --- I thought Marco married me because he loved me, but later I found that was not the truth…
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.