||Clayton|| A few minutes after her transformation. Her scent exacerbated and her heat took over. Another moan echoed through the room and this time Claire’s need whacked me so hard that I nearly stumbled back….. Holy shit! The scent of her heat smashed into my nostrils in tenfolds. I stood on my ground so as not to trip over. My head moved from side to side and sweat beads on my forehead as I tried to remain focused. “Clayton, “ her voice crooked. “ I don't know what is happening to me. I feel so hot all over.” Her voice was enough for me to gather all the strength I needed to move to her. I rushed to my mate’s side and towed her into my lap. My hands burned when I touched her bare skin. She was hot again. This time her body was overheating and I needed to act fast. Claire has been in enough pain already and this pain was nothing like the normal fire. No… not at all. This kind begins from the inside and spreads like wildfire to the outside causing the skin to turn red. I froze
||Clayton|| Waking up to my mate was the most beautiful feeling ever. Claire’s head was resting on my chest and her light, slowed breathing and heartbeat, meant she was still sleeping. Her heat had settled and I felt I could breathe once again. I hated to see her in pain and unable to do anything but I guess heat was a vital process that every she-wolf or she-Lycan has to go through. It was early hours in the morning and I was smiling uncontrollably just thinking about how our bodies mangled and fitted together last night. It was unlike anything. I can't seem to compare the nights I spent with Claire. Each night was special in its own way and conveyed a different kind of feeling. I wanted to serve her breakfast in bed so I slowly untangled our bodies, trying my best not to wake her. She stirred a little and didn't wake up. I threw on some joggers and a black singlet. I headed down to find out that my Omega had already prepared breakfast for us. I quickly looked through the kitchen
||Claire||It was 2023 and people still act like the mating bond was some sort of crowning achievement for women. That is the trap I fell into when I met my fated mate Alan Crawley five years ago.Alan Crawley was the alpha of the desert storm pack. I, along with every unmated she-wolf in the pack was head over heels in love with him. Since I was little.But not every she-wolf felt deeply in love with him as I did.It all began with me stealing glances at him in the school's dining hall, in the hallway, and during pack meetings till I accidentally bumped into him at the school’s gym during PE.Not that we ever talked but when his bright blue eyes met my brown one, I fell head over heels in love with him. Instantly!It was like he was the magnet and I was a steel, he was drawing to himself.Alan Crawley consumed my thought or maybe he became my obsession. I tried to stay away from him but all my actions proved to be futile. My thoughts and dreams stopped at nothing to fantasize about
Chapter 2||Claire||“You are doing great, Claire. Don't let them get to you.” Dean said with a nervous laugh.“Thanks,” I chuckled.Dean and I were great friends. He and Mark, the beta of the pack became my very good friends after I moved in with Alan years ago.They were also Alan's best friends. It was astonishing how open and accepting they were to me.I wasn't the kind of girl people wanted to be around so it was a big thing for me when they were friendly towards me.The four of us pretty much did almost everything together, from having our meals together, to training and hanging out.“Claire,” Dean pulled me out of my head.“Hmmm?”“I asked if you needed anything. I have border patrol in a few minutes.”I shook my head biting my lips to refrain from inquiring more about Olivia's visit from him. My heart dropped whenever I thought about her.“No, I'm fine. Get going before you are late.” I waved him off.Then my heart squeezed in pain. The pain felt physical like someone was suck
|| Claire ||I was disheveled. Alan has been lying to me all this time. The hurt in my chest ripped wider and my stomach and chest smeared in pain.I wrapped my arm around myself to provide me with some warmth and comfort.“Get her out of our pack before I have the blood of the bloody whore on my hands!” I growled, threatening.“I can't! “ he hissed.“You can't kill her, Claire.” he roared as his eyes darkened.His wolf was present. His wolf was on their side. He was possessive of Olivia. When did that happen?I seriously didn't see that coming! “If you still want me sane, then you need to send that bitch away.” I stood on my grounds. I won't let him treat me like I was nothing.“Don't call her that, Claire. And I can't ask her to leave. She is carrying my pup.” I gasped. “ Claire, Olivia is pregnant!!”Claire, Olivia is pregnant..... The words started taunting me. My ears began ringing. Everything around me became silent. Muddy.I felt like the air has been sucked out of my lungs and
||Claire||Before I could give in to the darkness that wanted to consume me, Alan gave a mighty roar and grabbed my arm.I whimpered.His touch did not feel like how it used to. Instead of feeling the usual sparks, I felt like I was being burned by his touch.But Alan did not let go of me regardless of how hard I wrestled against him. He dragged me halfway through the room. Pushed me into a chair and right before my brain could process what was happening, I felt the stinging telltale sign of silver as he chained me down into a chair.Fuck! The rope had been drenched in a silver solution. Struggling, I wept in agony as Alan tied my hands behind the chair and ankles to each side of the chair.Tightly...I was so damn mad. This shitty Alpha rejected me and dared to torture me.“What are you doing, Alan?” I shrieked.The rope was digging into my flesh. Bet it would leave a scar when this is over. Silver or not.“Fucking bastard! Take this thing away from me.” I yelled.He only stopped his
Chapter 5||Claire||My mother crushed into me and we both sobbed together. I embraced her tightly. I needed her warmth. I wanted to feel anything other than the coldness that had clenched my soul like a blanket.“They haven't, Claire. You are not alone. Hazel is in pain too and needs time to heal. And my grandchild is definitely alive. I can feel her heartbeat. Strong like her mothers.” she chuckled and I giggled lightly.“Her??” I drew away a little, with my arms still around hers.“Yes, Claire.” she nodded and beamed at me with tears trickling down her cheeks. “ I wish you will give birth to a little princess with your looks,” she said and we both giggles through our tears.Thank God my baby is fine. I exhaled.Cupping my cheeks, she wiped away my tears and I did the same to her as she whispered. “ You are not alone, Claire. You might have gone through hell today but don't forget you have a mother and a father rooting for you. ““ I know Mum. “ I smiled.“How far along are you?” my
||Claire||Five months had passed, and those months had been nothing short of challenging and transformative in my life. I was determined to embrace this chapter with courage and strength, though I couldn't deny the occasional pang of sadness at not having the support of certain loved ones by my side. Each day brought new sensations and a growing bond with the tiny being whose existence was intertwined with mine. The thought of holding my child, of seeing his little face for the first time, filled my heart with a mixture of longing and hope.Here I was, in the bustling maternity ward, where the air was filled with the laughter and excitement of loved ones visiting the mothers and their new bundles of joy. Everywhere, happiness seemed to dance in the atmosphere, painting the walls with the sheer bliss of new beginnings.But amidst the chatter and celebration, a stark contrast lay beside one solitary bed, a bed void of any eager visitors or well-wishers. My heart ached as I gazed at the