I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me.
“Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy.
However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.
The door to his room was barely closed and I could vaguely see inside the room. I waited, trying to listen as I wanted to know if he was in. I gave the door a light push and gulped, as I could see Hawthorne, half naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Luckily, he had his back turned to me and I slipped away from the door.
My breathing was ragged as I began to have dirty images, clouding my mind. I refused the temptation, but it was persistent. My will slowly began to waver. I decided to steal another glance and moving toward the door again, I peeped.
As I glanced at his body, my eyes widened in awe. His muscular and hairy chest glistened with water, and his well-defined abs were incredibly attractive. A mesmerizing tattoo adorned his arm, extending from his shoulder to his elbow. The room's light enhanced the allure of his physique, making him glow as the water reflected off his skin.
His short black hair cascaded down his head, with a few strands gently resting on his forehead. It was more than just physical attractiveness that drew me in; there was an inexplicable pull, as if my inner wolf was urging me to mate with him, but I resisted those instincts.
Regrettably, my attempt to sneak a glimpse of him didn't go unnoticed. He caught me staring, and my eyes widened with apprehension before I quickly shut the door.
“Don’t you dare think of running,” his deep and intimidating voice echoed in my ears, causing me to curse under my breath.
Shit!
I cursed inwardly as I realized there was no escape. With a deep breath, I mustered the courage to walk into the room, my eyes meeting his full, half-naked figure draped in a white towel around his waist. His clenched fist and the cracking sounds it produced sent a clear signal that trouble was imminent.
“Why were you staring at me?" he demanded, leaving me momentarily speechless. I knew denying it might only provoke him further, so I cautiously stepped back, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid his anger.
“Um... I uh... I wanted to clean the room, but you happened to be in here..." I stammered, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I couldn't bear to meet his gaze directly.
“And where are you going to?" he questioned sternly, causing me to freeze in my tracks. My eyes filled with fear, and my heart pounded in my chest, fearing the consequences of my actions under the watchful gaze of this man whose intentions were still a mystery to me.
“Come closer.” He instructed and I was hesitant at first, but disobeying him would be like courting death.
I stood there for a while, trembling with fear, before I approached Alpha Hawthorne, knowing that disobedience would lead to dire consequences. His cold gaze bore into me, silencing any words I wanted to utter. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like a small prey cornered by a predator. The weight of his authority was suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel completely vulnerable in his presence.
“I am extremely sorry, Alpha Hawthorne. Please forgive my rudeness…” I wanted to beg for mercy but his cold eyes made me shut my mouth. If looks could kill, I would be in pieces now.
“Did I ask you to speak?” Hawthorne said with a voice that held a lot of pressure in it. My heart almost kept out of my chest and I was like a rabbit about to be devoured by a lion, “Since you stared at me when I was dressing up, you’ll have to bear the consequences.” He uttered and gestured for me to come even closer.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized that my fate was sealed in that moment. With great trepidation, I inched even closer, my body tense with fear. The intensity of his presence was overwhelming, and I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to plunge into the unknown depths of his power.
What is his intention? What sort of punishment does he have in mind? Is he going to kill me? Or… or…
Various thoughts raced through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. I tried to steady my breathing, but it was no use. My heart was pounding so hard that I could almost hear it in my ears.
Suddenly, his next instruction surprised and confused me. "Get on your knees!" he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation.
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and I felt like a puppet being controlled by his every command. I knelt before him, my head at the same level as his waist, and I could feel his heated gaze boring into me.
He was standing right in front of me, his pelvis area so close to my face. I didn't need him to say anything more for me to know where this was heading. The realization filled me with both dread and shame, but I couldn't bring myself to resist. His dominance over me was absolute, and I was powerless to defy him.
My inner wolf was basically pleading to be mated with by this man in front of me, and I was slowly getting aroused. It was such a sinful feeling, I thought, trying to fight the conflicting desires within me. I wanted to run away from him, yet my body betrayed me, responding to his presence in a way I couldn't control.
Without further warning, Hawthorne took off his towel, revealing his thick, erect rod. My heart pounded even faster as I stared at him, feeling a mix of terror and unwanted arousal. I tried to suppress my instincts, but his proximity and dominance over me made it almost impossible.
“M–Mr. Hawthorne… I–” I wanted to speak but when I looked at his face, it seemed cold and I shuddered.
“I didn’t ask you to speak.” He said before running his hand down my face, “Now… I don’t need to tell you what to do, do I?” He said. My eyes widened and I looked at his face with shock, before looking at his half erect rod.
I gulped hard and reluctantly put the rod into my mouth. I felt a lump in my throat as I gulped nervously, reluctantly obeying his command. The fleshy and hard member pulsated in my mouth as I used my tongue to massage it.
However, Hawthorne didn't seem satisfied with my actions, and he firmly grabbed my head, thrusting his member deeper inside my mouth. The overwhelming sense of powerlessness left me feeling trapped and vulnerable.
“Can’t you suck like a proper whore that you are?!” He said and kept thrusting his dick deep into my throat.
“Mmmm… mmhmm.” I mumbled as I felt a bit suffocated and embarrassed. My face was red with embarrassment and my saliva drew from the sides of my mouth.
“Look at me bitch.” He said and I couldn’t help but look at his face with teary eyes while he seemed to be enjoying fucking my mouth hole.
He moaned and mumbled while he grunted and thrust faster. I felt the throbbing hardness of it against my tongue. The taste of pre-cum enveloped my senses, and I knew there was no escape from this compromising position
“That’s it bitch. Suck that dick.” He said some embarrassing words that only made me partly embarrassed and partly horny.
Suddenly, his dick began to pulsates and with a good push, he shot his hot load into the other end of my throat.
It’s been weeks since I’ve been sold to Hawthorne and just few days left to turn twenty. To top the icing on the cake, I had just recently discovered that I was pregnant for him! I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, not just yet but I was hoping I could do so, tonight. I clutched the tray of food in my hand, my legs shaking as I approached the dining table. Alpha Hawthorne seemed engrossed in a newspaper, unaware of my gaze. Along with Margret, three other maids also brought trays of steaming hot turkey. I stole a glance at him, feeling uneasy. I almost turned to leave, but his command halted me in my tracks. “Wait behind, Aurora,” he said firmly. Taking a deep breath, surprisingly not anxious, I turned around to face him. The other maids, including Margret, were dismissed. He walked towards me, standing close, and lifted my chin to look into his emotionless eyes. They were cold and distant. “Go get dressed. I want you to be a presentable Luna,” he muttered, surprising me with his
—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV— Sitting on a swivel chair behind my desk, I began to reminisce about what Aurora had said to me, oblivious of my beta who was giving me reports on the welfare of my pack. What Aurora had said had come as an unexpected surprise to me. I never expected that she would be pregnant. To say I wasn’t overjoyed would be an understatement. “Hawthorne.” My beta’s call had snapped me out of my thoughts. He had a deep frown on his, perhaps he realized that I was paying attention to what he was saying. I stared at him, not bothering to conceal my displeasure on his interference. “Can I ask something out of context?” he requested and staring at him, I could observe that he seemed serious. I leaned back on my chair and gave a nod of approval. “Do you love her?” I did not know why but his question had cut me off guard and in a way, infuriated me. However, I kept staring at him while he stared back. “Who told you that?” I questioned and he as well, leaned back on his seat
—Aurora’s pov—As I removed the dress I had worn to dinner, I gazed at the young woman in the mirror. A sigh escaped my lips, and she mirrored my action, her expression reflecting her heartache. It was hard to fathom that the woman before me was actually me.I unpinned my hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders like a waterfall, and a tear trickled down as I scrutinized my reflection. My heart pounded heavily, each beat deepening my misery. This was an unfamiliar feeling, one I never wanted to experience again.A few maids entered my room carrying more clothes. I let out a derisive snort, refraining from saying anything as they indicated I was to wear yet another dress, a mandate from the Alpha. Once they left, I stared at the pink, translucent gown through the mirror, hesitating. Well, at least he got my color right. I finally stood up from the chair and walked toward the bed, examining the clothes.Soon, I was dressed. My shampooed hair, dripped off water as I tried t
My lips trembled as I hobbled into the dense, dark forest, the excruciating pain in my ankle almost unbearable. My heart raced, and the distant howl behind me sent shivers down my spine. Panic surged within me as I recognized the sound – it was him.The moon had risen, its light piercing through the dense canopy of trees. A peculiar thought crossed my mind: if only I could shift, this ordeal might become less agonizing. Limping felt so utterly helpless. The awareness that he would inevitably track me down grew stronger, compelling me to take action swiftly, if I did not want to get caught.Soon, my ears picked up the sound of several howls, and my heart raced even faster. How fast were they? I wondered as I made my way further into the forest. Finally, I found a cave just ahead and quickly, I headed straight for it. As soon as I got to the cave, I hid inside, while silently praying to the moon goddess that I shouldn’t be found.A heavy thud echoed just beyond the cave entrance, and th
—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV— Leaving paw prints with every step, I dashed into the woods, convinced she had taken refuge there. Coming to an abrupt halt, I gazed up at the full moon and let out a howl. The call of an Alpha. Before long, several howls echoed in response. Emerging from the woods behind me, a group of wolves sprinted forward and came to a stop. Yet, none dared to stand beside me except one—my beta. “You are going to have to spread out with them, that way, we can find her faster.” I mind linked him as his brown eyes remained fixed on me. Without delay, he turned towards the other wolves, transmitting my command to them. Soon, they dashed off in a different direction. The sound of dried leaves rustling underfoot and the snapping of twigs echoed through the air as they moved. However, one wolf did not move. It wasn’t Ryan but a guard. He was the only one that had stayed behind, the only one I wanted to stay behind. “Go, if you find her, howl for me.” I mind linked and soon,
—AURORA’S POV—I inhaled the crisp morning air, accompanied by the cheerful melody of chirping birds. The sun shone brightly, casting its warm glow. My legs had fully recovered, and three days ago, I successfully underwent my first transformation. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy upon realizing that I held the position of a beta wolf.My usual black eyes, had taken a brown color. Diego, the stranger who had saved me that night, was equally happy to have another beta with him. Though, unlike most shifters, I found it hard to shift willingly. All my senses were completely heightened which was a relief. I couldn’t sense any bond, perhaps, Ryan was right and it was only difficult to , due to the distance.Diego entered the living room, carrying a bag in his hand. Today, we were scheduled to visit Alpha Riel’s manor. During my time living with Diego, I came to realize that he was not only kind-hearted but also exceptionally loyal, prioritizing the welfare of those around him. I was take
“Aurora, he is here.” Monica announced, and from the tone of her voice, it was evident that she was feeling anxious. I didn’t respond, instead, I continued to gaze at the dressing mirror. I found myself lost in thought, pondering about Hawthorne’s well-being and contemplating what he would do. How might he respond upon discovering that his partner sought refuge with a rival pack, carrying his unborn child? My right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach as I observed it in the mirror. It had only been two weeks since I had joined Monica at the Orphanage, assisting her with the children. “Aurora!” she called once more, this time her voice carried a higher pitch. Her tone reeked of increased anxiety, effectively jolting me out of my thoughts. “Just a moment!” I yelled in reply, simultaneously applying lip balm to my chapped lips. After smacking them together, I gave my hair a gentle brush. Staying in the Manor for a few days, I had come to understand how the system worked here. To su
—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV—As I stood before the mirror, fastening my cufflinks, I stole a momentary glance at my reflection. The eyes staring back at me held an air of indifference. My jaw ticked as a knock sounded on the door.I refrained from responding, and once more, the knock echoed through the room. This time, I cocked my head to the side. “Come in.” I uttered, my gaze fixed upon the mirror before me.Margret walked into the room. Although I couldn’t see her as she stood behind me, her scent was something I would recognize. I turned to stare at her, trying my hardest to conceal my emotions as I didn’t want to appear weak before my servant.“”My lord,” she uttered with a tinge of panic, her head bowed as her gaze fixated on the floor before her.“Speak.”“Lord Ryan has arrived,” she declared, and I acknowledged her statement with a subtle nod, my expression revealing no surprise. His presence was expected, as he was due to provide updates on the search for my mate’s where