My head spun as I looked around at my surroundings, my head was pounding, and I instantly regretted drinking so much; panic courses through me when I don’t recognize my surroundings. I am in a room; the light coming in through the window was blinding as I tried to figure out where the heck I was. The last thing I remember is the annual Alpha meet-up, a costume party I attended with my family. My sister and I snuck off to meet with the other future Alphas after my father insisted I needed to get in good with, seeing as I will be the next in line and am to have the pack handed over to me at the end of the year when I turn eighteen. Yet, I have no memory of coming to this room.
I groan, rubbing my eyes, praying I am seeing shit, and the alcohol burning in my system is still making me confused, except when I go to move, I become aware of the heavy arm draped over my waist. My head whips to the side, praying. It was my sister, and we had both passed out somewhere. My worst fears are realized, and I have to contain my scream of horror when I find a naked man lying beside me. He wasn’t just any man but Alpha Valen of the Dark Blood Pack. This man owned half the City and is from a rival pack. My father has was going to murder me.
“Fuck!” I whisper under my breath before looking down to find myself also naked. The slight discomfort between my legs made me very aware that I tossed my virginity away and have absolutely no memory of it, so much for that supposed to be a magical moment. I don’t even remember it. He must be a shit lay; I chuckle to myself. Of all people, it had to be the notorious Alpha and my father’s biggest rival.
My phone vibrating on the floor beside the bed has me almost diving off it to retrieve it; my sister’s face pops up on the screen. I quickly answer it, mindful to keep my voice low, whispering into the phone. “Hello”
“Where are you? Dad is going to lose it, I told him you’re with me, but he has asked me to come home,” She shrieks through the phone. I look around before looking out the window, trying to figure out my location. Shit, I was still at the hotel where the Alpha meet was held.
“Still at the bank’s Hotel,” I whisper, and she pauses, going quiet for a few moments.
“Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t fuck Alpha dickwad” She whispers, knowing dad would kill me, probably dishone me if he ever found out. Alpha Valen’s reputation was scandalous and terrifying. I look over at the Greek god lying in bed beside me, ultimately passed out and unaware of me standing and gawking at him. I would love to see the horror on his face when he woke up, but he just might kill me along with my father, shit they may even conspire together to make my death exceptionally horrific.
“No, of course not. I just fell asleep in one of the rooms here, completely alone,” I lie, hoping Ava believes me. I won’t get her caught up in my minor issue if dad asks her; she sucks a lying. She doesn’t know she can’t get in trouble because of me.
“Stuff it, Dad asks. Tell him you stayed with Amber and me. I will have Amber pick you up on the way, be there in five,” She says, hanging up. I quickly look around, scooping my clothes up off the floor and squeezing into the tight bodycon dress. I toss the stupid-ass fairy wings in the trashcan in the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, I try to fix my makeup. My face is still covered in ridiculous amounts of glitter, and the eye mask that was painted on my face by my sister still concealed half my face. I chuckle to myself, knowing the Alpha will probably wake up just as confused as me and wonder why he is covered in glitter.
I vaguely remember talking to him, finding myself drawn to him for some unknown reason, but he was paralytic, which left me wondering who took advantage of who. I give him one last glance, scoop up my heels and grab my clutch before rushing to the hotel door and swinging it open, only to crash straight into Alpha Valen’s Beta.
I recognize him from last night’s introductions, though thankfully, he had no idea who I was as I was at the back of the room when he was introduced. I smack into his chest, and he stumbles back, staring at me. And I am thankful for the paint on my face because he may have recognized me as my father’s daughter, and that is the last thing I needed.
He smirks at me, clearly finding it funny that I am running from the Alpha’s hotel room.
“My Alpha in there?” he asks. I drop my head hoping he doesn’t recognize me, and quickly nod. Stepping past him, trying not to touch him.
“Are you alright, or do you need a lift home?” He says, making me stop.
“What, do you give all your Alpha’s one-night stands a lift home?” I chuckle at him, and he smiles.
“Only the pretty ones,” He says, and I roll my eyes, waving him off before taking off to meet my sister. We needed to hurry home before my dad sent out a search party to run through Mountain view city to retrieve his daughters.
Three weeks later
One night that is all it took to throw away everything I had ever known. I felt a little under the weather, and being a werewolf, we rarely got sick. My father was the Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, and after spending the last week sick, he had finally brought me to see the pack doctor.
We lived in a City of werewolves, Mountainview City. The entire population was werewolves, comprising of the four packs. My father’s pack was the second-largest pack, and only having two daughters and me being the eldest, I was next in line for the Alpha position. Well, until the Doctor came back and turned that dream upside down. The look of disappointment on my father’s face made my heart clench. One night, one man, the biggest mistake of my life.
“She is pregnant,” Doc Darnel tells my father and me as I sit on the green chair in the Doctor’s office. Doc’s words horrified me; I couldn’t be pregnant. I only had sex once, and I don’t even remember because I was trashed. How the hell could this be happening? My father looked at me from where he sat before returning his gaze back to our pack doctor.
“It’s wrong; rerun the test. She hasn’t found her mate. She can’t be pregnant,” My father says. I shrink back in my chair. I was only seventeen, nearly eighteen, and the number one rule all she-wolves have drummed in our heads is to save ourselves for our mates. This was a huge deal, especially to my father. This would bring shame to our family, that I would break the one sacred rule for she-wolves. Sure the men fool around, it was a little biased, yet we do, especially someone like me in a position of power, that would be frowned upon. I would be a disgrace to the family.
“Alpha, I have tested the urine sample twice,” Doc tells him, but my father shakes his head, not believing his words or not wanting to.
“No, test it again; it is wrong. My daughter is not a rogue whore,” I cringe at his words. That’s what women are called who fall pregnant to someone that is not their mate, it is the worst thing to be labeled besides a traitor, yet both were treated the same.
Rogue whores are forbidden on pack territories and are only allowed on neutral territory, which is the main drag of the City and the two streets behind it on either side. Our City was pretty lucky; most she-wolves in other cities that fall pregnant, are banished making them forsaken wolves. They turn feral without any pack contact and are forced to live outside the Cities sending them crazed and mad like they do with those that betray or commit treason amongst the packs. No one wants to leave the City and be on their own out there. It wasn’t safe and definitely not how anyone wanted to live.
Our City is different. We didn’t kick women out of the City and banish them. We just made them rogues, free to go about their lives without pack help. I used to look down on those women I would see trying to make ends meet for their poor choices. Maybe this is my karma; I was soon going to be one of them.
“Yes, Alpha, I will test it again,” Doc says before rushing out of the room and away from my father’s deadly glare. My father starts pacing, and I feel my heart rate quicken when he stops turning to face me and staring at me.
“He has to be wrong; you are not like that. You wouldn’t shame me this way,” He says, looking for confirmation. I shrink back in my chair. The Doc came back in again, stopping him from saying more.
“The results are the same, Alpha,” Doc says before looking at me with pity. I swallowed, staring wide-eyed at the Pack doctor, hoping he could save me from my father’s wrath, but even I knew the elderly, greying man was no match for my father. Neither was I since I still hadn’t shifted. We shift on our 18th birthdays, then we can find our mates, but being pregnant would now delay that process. Our bodies won’t allow us to shift while pregnant; it is a safety mechanism to protect the unborn pup.
My father growls, turning on his heel and glaring at me, his fists clenched by his sides as he fights the urge to shift. I had never seen him so angry at me before, his eyes flickering black in his anger. My father has always been so proud of my sister and me, always showing us off and telling everyone about what great daughters we are and what a great Alpha I would be when I took over the pack. I looked like him, and he raised me in his image, preparing me to take over. His dark hair, bluish-grey eyes, I got those traits from him, but right now, he looked on the verge of killing me as my face was mirrored in his black orbs.
“How far along is she?” My father says the venom in his words makes my blood run cold.
“We can have a scan done next week to confirm gestation,” Doc tells him, and I look at my hands.
“No, do it now so we can take care of it before it gets out. I won’t have a rogue whore for a daughter. This is not to get out do you understand, Doc?” The Doc nods his head nervously while I am too busy staring gobsmacked at what my father just said. It was going against the moon goddess to abort a were-baby.
“Wait!” I say, finally finding my voice. My father turns to look at me, and the Doc actually moves away from him when he feels my father’s Aura rush out of him.
“Wait for what? You aren’t keeping this monstrosity, we can sweep it under the rug, no one has to know, and you can still take the Alpha position, we just need to take care of this poor choice, then things can go back to normal,” My father says, he made it sound so simple like this wasn’t sin against the Moon Goddess.
“No, I won’t, I can’t do that, father, please, just let me speak to mum. We can work this out,” I pleaded with him.
“No, you will terminate the pregnancy, then we go home. Doc, get whatever it is you need. I am not leaving this office until this is taken care of,” My father says. I feel tears brimming at his words, sure I didn’t want to be pregnant, but I was not a murderer; aborting a pregnancy was worse than having a child to someone who is not your mate. Directly shunning the Moon Goddess.
“Alpha, I am afraid if your daughter isn’t willing, I can’t perform such a thing unless there is a medical reason.”
“She is willing, isn’t that right, Everly,” My father says, trying to force me to agree, but I met his gaze head-on. My mind was made up; I won’t go through with it.
“No!” I tell him, not expecting his following reaction. My father had never hit me in all of my life, he had never raised a hand to me, and the shock of his action was more painful than the blow itself as his hand connected with the side of my face. I could feel the outline of his fingers etched into my cheek as a burning sensation spread across it from his palm.
“Then you are no longer my daughter,” He says.
8 months Later Loved ones came and visited the other mothers on the ward, excitedly gushing over their new bundles of joy. Excitedly talking about their new additions to the family. My heart twisted painfully, knowing no one was excited to meet my son. No one was coming to check on me or offer support. No one cared for the boy suckling at my breast. No one was coming, it was him and me against the world, but that was ok. I would make it work. How could anything so tiny and sweet be called a mistake? How could you throw your flesh and blood away, your own daughter, over her falling pregnant? It was a difficult labor, 34 hours and 45 five minutes of pure agony and no comfort, not even from the midwives. They were nothing but rude and mean, telling me to quit my crying as I begged them to make the pain stop. I had never felt so vulnerable or alon
2 weeks later. Tap, Tap, Tap. I look up and see a man tapping on my car window, his flashlight shining in the window of my car before he moves it around, looking in the back of it. I put my hand up when the torch flashes across my face blindingly. He quickly moves it to the side. “Ma’am, you can’t stay here,” the middle-aged man tells me; he has to be council security because of his uniform. My son Valarian stirs, the bright light waking him, and he lets out an irritated cry. The man moves his torch away entirely, shining it at the ground, and Valarian stops. “Look, I have noticed your car here for nearly two weeks; this is a train station,” he sighs as I pick up my son out of his fruit box bed and roll down the window a bit so he doesn’t k
My son cries louder, and I reach for him. The man’s eyes dart to him before he sniffs the air. Staring at him oddly, and I tuck him into my chest. “It’s only temporary; please don’t call child services,” I tell him, and he cocks his head to the side; his gaze appeared to be more thoughtful than scrutinizing. “Does your car run?” He asks, looking at it before he kicks a tire. “I have no fuel; I will leave tomorrow, I promise,” I tell him, panicking. Maybe he was a council worker? I doubted it because of his expensive suit. He looks at me, “you smell familiar,” he mutters. I swallow, wondering if he remembers me, but he doesn’t app
Stepping inside, Marcus flicks the hallway light, and I can see better. The entire place is spotless. White Marble floors and a massive staircase led up to the next level. I couldn't see in the rooms off the side because he didn't turn those lights on, but if the foyer was anything to go by, the rest of the house would be breathtaking. It was way over the top, nothing I wouldn’t expect of the Blood Alpha. They are the wealthiest Pack and have half the City under its claim. "This way," he says, motioning for me to follow. I follow him up two flights of stairs before he stops at a black door. He pushes it open to reveal a king-size bed with a canopy. Mahogany furniture and a large black rug sat on the floor. A flat-screen TV was built into the wall, and he turned it on before turning the volume down a bit. I could also see a door leading to a balcony.
Quietly sneaking up the side of the house, I stop at my sister's bedroom window. Looking in, I see her asleep in her bed. I tap on the window before I see movement; she flicks her lamp on, squinting around the room before looking at the window. Waving at her, my sister's mouth opens, and she becomes immediately alert before she rushes over. Ava throws her window open, and I pass her my bag, which she places on the floor before taking Valarian from me, so I can climb through the window. "Sis!" She cries, hugging me. I inhale her scent, tears flowing down my cheeks, before pulling back to look at her. She clutched her mouth before a sob escaped her. "He's beautiful," she chokes out. I gently closed the window, and she hugged Valarian close, smelling his tiny head. I was soaked, my hair dripping from the rain.
What was there to celebrate? My failures, the fact I am pack-less and homeless, that I am raising a baby on my own because the father refused to believe he got with a seventeen-year-old because he couldn’t recognize me as his mate. “Shift! Please, Everly. I can’t watch you suffer in the rain, please,” My mother begs, sucking in a deep breath. “You can do this, Everly,” I whisper to myself. It isn’t how you imagined shifting, but you need to put your big girl panties on and do what’s required. I tell myself that nobody will be celebrating for you, not anymore, before stripping my saturated shirt off. I hang it over a railing along the far wall before shredding the pajama pants. I look around; it is late at night no one will see me. Even if they did, they wouldn't pay any attention to the disgraced Alpha’s daughter. &nb
I had to hold my son on my lap in the back as the taxi driver drove us to the train station. We drove past a rundown hotel on the way to the station, and I think I may just have enough fuel to get my car there; hopefully, I did. After spending the entire night in the rain, I wanted a hot shower, wanted something warm in my belly, but most of all, I wanted the safety of four walls, even if it was only for one night. I tell myself that one night is all I need to let it out, then I can suck it up and figure something out. I handed the taxi driver some cash from the wad my father gave me. I had no idea how much my sister snuck into the bag, but getting my keys from the baby bag, I unlocked my car and climbed in, pulling the hatchback down when I realized I no longer had a car seat. Shit! I think knowing how long I saved f
Valen POV The sun was searing my eyes out of my head as it lit up the back of my eyelids. I was just about to force myself up when Marcus burst into my room, the door slamming into the wall loudly, the noise rattling my already pounding headache. "Ah, good you're up," he says just as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wave him off, but he doesn't leave. Instead, leaning on the wall beside my dresser. "What?" I ask, my head pounding in my skull. I look around my room to find some redhead in my bed and groan, praying I used a rubber. She was tangled in the sheets, and just seeing her there irritated me. Stupid dick; why does it always pick bimbos. "The rogue girl in my room, where did she go?" Huh? What the fuck is he talking