For three years, I waited to become the perfect Luna for my pack and give the Alpha an heir. Three years of lies, being the intruder in someone else's love. Three years to suffer the death of my baby and seek revenge against the man who disfigured my face and destroyed my womb. Dying captured by my own pack or escaping and surviving—those were my only two paths. I chose to hide and live. The Lycan King, Aldric Thorne, the most bloodthirsty and ruthless ruler who led the werewolves with an iron fist—I became his personal maid, the most dangerous position, where I could lose my head at any moment for the slightest mistake. But no one from my past would ever look for me here. "Always submissive. Don't speak, don't listen, don't see anything, don't bother the Lycan, or you'll die." Simple rules to follow. I thought I was doing well until the day the King made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "You want me to save those people? Then surrender to me tonight. Be mine. I desire you, and I know you feel the same. Just once, Valeria... only once." But it wasn't just once. And passion turned into love. That cold, untamable man conquered my heart as well. However, when the past comes back to haunt me and the truth of my birth is revealed, I must make a choice once again—flee from the Lycan King or wait for his mercy. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't lose my pups again. Not even for you, Aldric." My name is Valeria Von Carstein, and this is my complicated love story with the Lycan King.
Leer másVALERIA
"Are... are you sure, Esther?" I ask with a broken voice.
My heart races, filled with happiness.
"Very sure, Luna. You're pregnant."
"Why haven't I been able to smell it, or his father?" I ask, worried.
"It's very recent, perhaps that's why. Give it a few more days and you should be able to sense the pheromones."
She replies, and I nod, my eyes blurred with tears.
I am the Luna of the "Autumn Forest" pack.
Three years ago, I married the man I love madly, despite not being destined mates, my Alpha Dorian.
I've given everything to be the perfect Luna, the pillar he can lean on. However, a shadow looms over my marriage—the topic of an heir.
I've never been able to get pregnant, and I admit I don't share the bed with Dorian as often. But I know his duties as Alpha keep him extremely busy and stressed.
"Please, don't tell anyone in the pack. I want to surprise my husband."
"Don't worry, Luna, I won't say anything. Congratulations!" She smiles at me, and I return the smile, overflowing with excitement and happiness.
Despite being a foreigner, not originally belonging to this pack, ever since my parents died and the previous Alpha took me in, I've never felt rejected or looked down upon.
That's why I've devoted myself fully to my duties as Luna.
I'm grateful for my life and the wonderful man I'm married to.
*****
"What's with all this food? Is there going to be a party?"
"Hands off!" I swat away the greedy claws of Sophia, my best friend, who sneaked in through the back kitchen door.
"But wow, puff pastry tart and everything!" she says, sitting on a stool.
Honestly, I may have gone a bit overboard with the dishes, but I'm so happy I want everything to be perfect.
All my Alpha's favorite foods are ready!
"Well, today is Dorian's and my anniversary. I want to celebrate with an intimate dinner," I say, turning back to the caramel on the stove.
I don't hear her respond, so I turn halfway, curious.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing, nothing... I just heard the Alpha had an emergency today. Didn't he tell you?" she asks, and I frown.
Actually, Dorian doesn't usually explain much about his work.
I guess it's to avoid worrying me.
"No, but he'll come back anyway. He knows today is special."
I respond, completely convinced.
She looks at me strangely.
Lately, I can't quite understand her, but she's the first person who approached me in this pack and has always supported me.
I value her greatly as a friend.
"Sophie, there's something I want to tell you, but... I'll tell you tomorrow. It's very important to me," I say suddenly, wanting to share the good news with her, but not before confessing it to Dorian.
"Really? Can't you tell me now?" she asks, gossip-mode activated, leaning over the counter while munching on a homemade cookie.
"No, no. Tomorrow. I promise you'll be the second to know," I reply, and I can feel my happiness radiating from every pore.
"Fine, I'll leave you with your mystery then. I've got things to do. Happy anniversary night," she grumbles, frustrated I didn't spill the secret, and leaves the same way she came.
I check the clock. There's still time.
I take off my apron and head to the second floor to shower and get dressed nicely.
Everything has to be perfect tonight, celebrating with my beloved mate.
*****
I glance at the clock for the thousandth time, sitting on the sofa. It's past midnight, and Dorian hasn't arrived.
I look at the cold dishes on the dining table and get up, resigned to reheating them again.
I'm in the middle of that task when I hear the front door open and close.
His delicious scent tingles my nose, warming my stomach.
I glance at my burgundy dress, smoothing it out and fixing my hair in the hallway mirror.
My jet-black hair is tied in a high ponytail, and my intensely blue eyes, highlighted with makeup, stare back at me.
I step into the foyer, watching my imposing Alpha enter the door.
"My love, how was your day? Lots of work, right?" I grab the coat he's holding to hang it up.
I see him clutching some documents, but I assume they're pack matters.
I move closer to kiss him, but he steps back.
"I'm sweaty and dirty from the road. Don't contaminate yourself," he says, his piercing honey eyes staring at me—eyes I adore despite their constant coldness.
It's just part of his nature.
He carries too many responsibilities after inheriting the role so young when his father died.
His blond hair is messily sexy, and for some reason, damp.
I can even catch the scent of an unfamiliar shower gel.
Why would he shower before coming home? And he said he was dirty, yet it's clear he just bathed.
"S-sure, give me a second to reheat dinner. You must be hungry..."
"I'm not hungry. Valeria, we need to talk."
"But the dinner—"
"Forget dinner. Let's go to the living room. I need to tell you something," his authoritative voice makes me tense.
I follow him, starting to feel deeply worried.
My hand slips into my skirt pocket, clutching the folded document stating I'm pregnant.
"Why was the table so full of dishes? Were you planning a party?" he asks, glancing at the dining room. My heart clenches.
"Love, I know you've been busy with pack duties. But... don't tell me you forgot our anniversary? Today marks three years since we mated," I say, sitting on the couch.
I expect him to sit beside me, but instead, he chooses the armchair opposite.
Dorian has never been overly affectionate, but tonight he's too distant. Too cold.
An alarm goes off inside me.
"Of course, I remembered. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for our third anniversary," he replies, but I don't see a trace of joy in his expression.
I know everything will change with my news.
Our relationship hasn't been great because of this. The pack elders keep pressuring him for an heir.
When I tell him about the baby, he'll be happy.
"I'll be quick because I can't stand this any—"
"Wait! Wait, Dorian. Let me show you something first, and then you can tell me what you wanted to say," I interrupt him, feeling a strong premonition I won't like his next words.
Lowering my head, I take out the folded paper and hand it to him, my heart racing with emotion.
He takes it, reading silently as I watch him, anxious, waiting for his joy to match mine.
"I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your pup! We'll have an heir for the pack. I'm sure the Goddess has blessed us with a son!"
I can't hold back and blurt it out directly.
Tears in my eyes, I rise and move toward him, wanting to embrace him.
But as in love as I am, even I can see this isn't the reaction I expected from the father of my child.
"Are you sure about this, or is it just a trick to keep me tied to you?" he suddenly says, rising and pushing me away when I try to hug him.
"Dorian... Of course, I'm sure. Look, that's the midwife's handwriting. Why would I lie about something so important? My love, what's wrong? What's happening, my Alpha?"
"No, no. Damn it!" I watch him pace like a caged wolf around the living room. "This can't be happening. Not now!"
"Dorian..."
"Did you tell my mother? Anyone else?!" he asks suddenly, approaching me and gripping my shoulders tightly.
"N-no, love. I was waiting to tell you first. I thought... you'd be happy. I know they've been pressuring you. Alpha, you don't have to be tense anymore. We'll have our family."
I raise a trembling hand to caress his cheek, but he just stares at me with those golden eyes, silent.
I can't figure out what's going on in his head.
"You're right... I've been very stressed. I'm sorry," he suddenly pulls me into his arms, and I finally sigh, relieved, hugging him back tenderly.
For a second, I feared he wasn't happy.
"We'll get through this together, my Alpha. I'll be the perfect Luna so no one will judge you," I whisper, lifting my head.
I want him to kiss me, to make love to me like we haven't in a long time.
"Let's go for a run. A wild, unrestricted anniversary night."
He suddenly suggests it, taking my hand and pulling me toward the back of our house, which borders the pack's forest.
"Shift into your she-wolf," he commands, and I watch him undressing.
He's so sexy and strong.
His hair glows under the moonlight, and I begin the transformation into my "she-wolf," one of the greatest lies and secrets of my life—something not even Dorian knows.
*****
We run freely across the pack's lands.
But I notice how we keep going farther and farther, even crossing the borders, yet I just follow Dorian's massive white wolf racing wildly ahead of me.
We reach a remote place, at the edge of a deep cliff, but above us, the moon shines intensely, and the forest landscape stretches far below.
"Where is this? We're outside our pack's territory... Aren't we trespassing on someone's land?"
I gaze into the distance from the edge, mesmerized by the view, having already shifted back into human form, but no one responds.
I feel uneasy and start to turn around. However, something inside me stirs with alarm. A crow caws in the distance—but it's already too late.
"Do... Dorian, wha—?! Aaaaaahhh!" I scream as I feel wolf claws tearing into my abdomen, deeply ripping through me.
Terrified and shocked by the sudden attack, I try to run.
I attempt to shift back into my wolf to escape into the forest, away from whatever is happening, away from this rabid Alpha wolf whose blood-red eyes glare at me with pure hatred—but it's impossible to flee.
"Ahhh! Let me go! Dorian, what are you doing?! What are you doing?! Ahhh! Help! Help!" I scream as he jumps on me when I try to escape.
VICTORIAI purposely pushed my ass back against his tight leather pants, feeling his cock twitch with excitement.His tongue slid into my ear, sucking erotically.One hand closed around my nipple while the other headed straight between my legs."My woman... mmn... let me check if you're okay..."His fingers slipped in gently, exploring my folds, caressing slowly and sweetly between the petals.I was this close to giving in.I burned with desire to let him have me..."I said I’m fine. Just let me bathe in peace..."I gathered the courage to break free.Dug my nails into his arm and shoved him away, walking toward the tub completely naked.I could feel his gaze devouring me, hear his frustrated growls.Behind the thin screen, I finally let out the breath I was holding and bent down to take off my boots.I could practically hear him panting like a dog. That pervy wolf.A wicked smile tugged at the corner of my lips.But I put my pretend dignity back on as I sank into the massive tub.It
VICTORIAI stood at the doorway, protected under the tent, watching him brutally drag that man away.His roar set the entire camp on high alert within seconds.His lycan aura spread out, scaring the hell out of the warrior wolves.There was no doubt who the boss was.“I know a lot of you have questions about the female who's with me. I wasn’t born yesterday!”I peeked out to see him jump up onto a wooden table that creaked like it was crying under his weight.Every gaze dropped. No exceptions.“Your doubts or complaints mean nothing to me. Whoever I choose as my lover is my business!”He stared at them with a savagery that made my blood run cold, his canines out, ready to tear flesh.But there's always an idiot.“Uh… sir, but she's a vampire and you said before we should take her as a prisoner… Aaafgrr!”He didn’t finish that sentence.Something whistled through the air and flew straight at the warrior who had dared speak.The corpse of the man who’d brought me water—slaughtered by Dr
VICTORIAWhen I walked out of the room, he was waiting for me, leaning against the wall."I'm ready… sir," I muttered through gritted teeth."Let’s go, then," he replied, and without giving me time for anything, his huge hand closed around mine.My traitorous heart skipped a beat.I admit I didn’t expect him to keep me at his side.This was improper in every possible way, especially for the master of these lands.When we reached the entrance, the innkeeper was already waiting, and his eyes dropped to our joined hands.But being a wise man, he said nothing about it."Your Lordship, here’s the cloak you ordered from the shop," he said, handing over a beautiful red cloak made of soft fur."Good. The bill’s been paid. We're leaving."The man poured out words of praise as we headed toward the stables.Still, his relieved face gave away how glad he was to be rid of the grumpy boss.At the back, the stable boy was already bringing a beautiful black horse closer."Come, let me put your cloak
NARRATORShe could almost hear the sigh of relief Dracomir let out.“I prepared a contract… you’ll sign it with your blood.”The Lord hadn’t wasted any time.Rousse didn’t say a word. He just took the parchment and examined it.His name wasn’t Zarek, and Victoria didn’t belong to any realm in this world.“All right, seems fair. I just want to add that I hand her over willingly and hope to trade with your fortress in the future.”He pretended to gain more from the deal, like any noble would.He bit the tip of his finger and stamped his bloody print next to the fake name.“I’ll make sure you’re welcomed, but I don’t want you anywhere near my slave.”Dracomir emphasized the my with a threatening hiss.Those wolfish pupils shot Rousse one last warning glance before leaving the tavern.The Lord wasn’t an idiot.He’d already ordered an investigation to confirm whether that noble surname truly existed in the other werewolf realm.The problem was the distance—it would take time.There was som
NARRATORRousse stared in awe at the small woman in his arms.He still couldn’t believe Meridiana had accepted him as her lover.His hand gently caressed her cheek.He breathed in her delicious scent, filling his soul.He wished he could stay forever inside that pink bubble, but he knew it was time to face the real world.His sharp hearing caught the sound of boots coming up the stairs to the second floor.The cadence, the strength behind each step, the determined pace... it was the Lord heading toward his quarters.“My love, wake up, Meridiana, wake up, baby, we’ve got company.”The sorceress barely had time to rub her eyes before understanding how serious this was.She immediately sank into her General’s inner world.The steps stopped right in front of Rousse’s door.Outside, Dracomir waited anxiously, even though he pretended to be indifferent.He hadn’t slept, and it showed on his slightly haggard face.His eyes kept darting to the last door in the hallway.Victoria’s room.At lea
DECEPTION OF SEDUCTION. ROUSSEI couldn’t sleep, too worried about Victoria, even though I knew how powerful she was.Lying on the floor, swallowed by the darkness of the room, I felt her return.I got up immediately to check if she was okay, and then I heard it: the sound of her muffled crying.Then, the howl of a male wolf in the distance.“Wait, Rousse,” Meridiana’s voice stopped me from the bed.I saw her silhouette sit up.“I’m sorry… did I wake you?”“I hadn’t fallen asleep. I was worried too,” she said softly.We shared this small room for obvious reasons.If I had to leave suddenly or if someone came in, I needed to look “normal.”“Don’t go now… she… I think she needs to be alone,” she murmured, and I nodded with a sigh.Zarek wasn’t going to like this at all.When Victoria was messing around with that vampire, I didn’t care.But now, even I—who wasn’t an expert in love—could see it:That male said he hated her, but the obsessive way he looked at her screamed otherwise.“Then
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