"Let me go!" Irish screamed at the top of her pitch as she fought against the relentless grip of the fierce wolf guards. She was In the sleek, modern skyscraper that served as the headquarters of Alpha King Industries. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, her breath a ragged symphony of fear and defiance. "Let me go! I do not belong here!" She screamed again as her voice echoed through the cold, metallic corridors. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards with their impassive faces, dragged her towards a secure elevator that would take her away. She had been kidnapped from school and brought here by these ferocious-looking guards who held her like fastening bolts. Sadly, she knew who was responsible for her ordeal, and it was her father, Greg. If she had not heard that secret exchange conversation between her father and the Alpha, she would have never believed. As they marched, Irish's gaze darted around, searching for a glimmer of hope, anyone that sided with he

Irish yawned and parted the curtains, letting the beautiful sunlight kiss her skin. Looking down her stomach, she rubbed it gently. "I'm sorry darling, but I would never give up on you." Her orbs soaked as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. She could remember what had happened after that night, two months ago, when she slept with Alpha Adrian. The next morning, he was so irritated by the sight of her that he stormed out of the room after he said to her, "Only in your imagination will I be with a lowlife like you. You disgust me." He spat and stormed out of the room in anger. It seemed that the wolf thingy had made it impossible for him to resist her that night. But the events of that night had dashed her heart like glass on the floor, and when it fell, it had shattered into a million pieces. She was his mate. He wouldn't reject her and neither would he set her free. The cruel abandonment of her father was nothing compared to the pain of finding her mate only to discover that he

The next day, Irish was determined now more than ever to make Adrian reject her. She couldn't continue living like this. Even though she had dreamt of that kiss last night, the rest of her dreams were filled with images of Ashley trying to stick a knife in her stomach. There were bags under her eyes, she had been too terrified to go back to sleep. She lifted her head to Cynthia, one of the maids who was setting up breakfast in her room. She hated going downstairs for breakfast, Ashley already made it obvious that she wasn't needed there. "Wait," she called when Cynthia was done and made to leave. "Could you please arrange for me to meet Alpha Adrian today? Please?" Her eyes were big and glassy with tears. Cynthia shook her head. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible today. You're not allowed to step out of your room." Irish frowned at the shocking news, "Why not?" Pity appeared in Cynthia's eyes, "I understand how you feel, especially because you're the Alpha's true mate. You're

Anger surged through Irish's heart and she screamed, "I didn't do it!"Adrian's hand hung in the hair. A flicker of doubt appeared in his heart. 'Did she really do it?' He asked his wolf who seemed to be taking Irish's side. He knew his wolf, Orion, had always favored Irish and so he didn't want to take it's judgement to heart."Tell me the truth, Irish and I'll lessen your punishment."Tears gushed down Irish's cheeks as she held tightly to her sides. "What did I even expect in the first place? That you would abandon your gorgeous wife with a slit wrist and listen to me? Ashley slit her own wrist!" Irish asserted strongly.Adrian had already put down his hands. He was confused as he stood between one woman with a slit wrist and the other with tears on her face.Coincidentally, Cynthia was by the corner. She had only come to get somethings done, only to discover that there was something going on.When Adrian saw Cynthia, he spoke."Cynthia. Take Irish upstairs now!" He thundered fur

"Oh my gosh, Cynthia, you have a hidden talent. See how good I look!" Irish gushed and turned from the mirror to hug Cynthia.Cynthia had stayed back from the pack run, making Irish feel the warmth of company and beautifying her for the ball.Cynthia stared at Irish with a satisfied grin on her lips, then she gently spun the young lady around like the male would do in a typical ball.Her gown, made of satin, was snatched at the waist, making the cleavages show a little more than they should.Her purple gloves shined with sparkling stones. Irish took a step forward while admiring herself. Her shoes were hidden in the tea-length dress, yet, when she made a step, they shone as bright as the stars in the sky."You look so good." Cynthia admired, "Go enjoy yourself tonight.""Thanks, and I'm on my way," Irish said excitedly as she began walking away through a door she didn't know was in the room.Irish was about to keep moving when Cynthia grabbed her shoulders, stopping her. "Remember yo