Xevia's POVThis was the last thing I could do to prove what I declared was true, that the baby's father was Alarick Dereck Ivyari, the prince alpha of the Redmoon Guardians pack. Yeah, I had to prove it because no one believed me; they accused me of telling an untruth and threatened to banish me from the pack."You all know. My son couldn't possibly have gone that low. He couldn't be in a relationship with such a slave!" "Almaera, help me!" I hissed and pleaded with her. But Almaera did not respond. She continued to touch and swirl around me in her wolf form. Almaera does have extraordinary abilities; she can find out who the father of this baby is just by touching and smelling the scent of the fetus that I am carrying. Almaera can smell the blood of Ivyari descendants, even the unborn."The unborn baby is not a descendant of the Ivyari family nor Alarick's baby!" Almaera exclaimed. "This omega girl is lying." Almaera's shrill voice made my heart feel like it was going to burst. W
Xevia's POV I looked back at my omega-best friends, Shea, Ivanna, and Luvia, who knew the truth. But none of them had any intention of defending me. None of them dared to look me in the eye, all bowed down and hiding behind the shadows of those who hated me. They have proven to be the worst people. They knew everything about Alarick and me, which was why I felt so miserable most of the time since Alarick betrayed me. My mind began to spin, and all I had to endure for the past few days were memories of being taken advantage of. I headed back to where Alarick was, but I no longer found him there. The man was gone. He had disappeared. "Throw her out! Get her out of here! That Omega slut doesn't belong in a dignified pack like ours. She belongs with a bunch of rogues!" "Banish her!" "Get rid of her!" "I'll kill her by myself!" That voice..., the familiar voice, it was the only person who could put fear deep inside my soul. The man had appeared suddenly in front of me as if appeari
Xevia's POV I don't know how long I was asleep or somewhat unconscious. The last thing I remember is that I was in a dark forest and met a giant wolf that bit my arm. Then I passed out. It felt strange. My memories from that time are a little hazy, but there's no doubt something happened after that."Hey," a voice called out. I opened my eyes again just as the light from the door hit my eyes. A girl stood at the door. She smiled at me with her friendly brown eyes. "Are you alright?" She asked, worry seen obviously in her expression."Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just-""You were attacked." She cut in. "There was a big beast, and it tore your clothes off. Did any part of your body get hurt?" She continued as I shook my head silently."Can you tell me what happened?" I looked away."I can't really remember. Oh yeah, where am I now? And who brought me to this place?" I asked as I realized that I was now in a spacious room with two wooden beds painted brown. I also looked at the wooden f
Xevia's POV The young man and I returned to the room I had been staying in. Our steps halted at the end of the stairs."Oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself to you. I am Archer." He smiled warmly."Xevia." I returned his handshake."Oh yeah, can I ask you something?" I asked Archer in a hesitant tone."Go ahead.""What's the name of your pack? Sorry, I'm just an omega. I cannot know what kind of wolves you are," I explained.Archer smiled slightly. He touched both my shoulders. His face lowered to my level."We are the rogues. We have no pack, and they call us the villains."As soon as those words entered my ears, I felt the temperature of the air around us drop drastically, and Archer stepped back slightly. He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck. "Sorry if it's frightened you."The awkwardness slowly disappeared as if it had never existed between us. "No," I smiled. I didn't want him to see my suspicion."Take it easy," Archer interjected."We won't bite you if that's what
Xevia's POV Xander, they-the Rogues member–refers to him as Young Master. He seems highly respected, but I didn't know his position in this pack. All I knew was that the white-haired man was the leader.After the mating ceremony, Xander asked me to pack up. I didn't know where he was going to take me. He was cold and seemed very stiff. It made me unwilling to talk to him. Even if I knew where he was taking me, it wouldn't change anything. I still had to be his mate, even though I disagreed with this mating.And now I was in a black luxury car with two motorcades—one car behind us and the other two in front of us. Our motorcade passes through a dark and misty pine forest. It's been more than an hour since we drove through this seemingly endless forest.And for almost an hour, none of us opened our mouths. We were silent, not communicating with each other. I leaned my head on the car seat while pretending to sleep. Meanwhile, when I peeked at Xander, I saw him silently staring ahead wh
Xevia's POV The car I was in entered the city at dawn, and I saw skyscrapers everywhere, standing with pride. There are big screens with pictures and text running. It looks amazing. For a moment, I forgot the bitterness I had just experienced. I was busy admiring the beauty of this great city. The last time my mom took me around town was when I was four or five years old. That was so long ago that I can't remember it at all. My mom and I spent most of the time in the forest and at the pack's house to serve Ivyari's family. Alarick once promised to take me to the city to pick out my dream wedding dress at a famous and expensive boutique. He also promised to buy me fancy jewelry and take me out for a romantic dinner. But it turned out that all those dreams were just wishful thinking. None of them came true.I felt my chest tighten at the remembrance. I inhaled and exhaled rapidly. Xevia, forget him, I told myself. I crumpled my clothes as the feeling came back to haunt me. I had to le
Xevia's POVThe sounds coming from downstairs woke me up. I heard man's voices screaming in panic and fear. I quickly got up from my bed and rushed out of the room to check what was happening downstairs.At first, I wanted to go straight downstairs, but my steps were stopped when my eyes caught the blood splattered down there. Yes, the floor was wet with blood, and I could faintly hear a man groaning in pain. His voice was not very clear, but it sounded so heart-wrenching."Have mercy on me, sir! My wife is pregnant, don't kill me!" As I walked a few steps down the stairs, the voice sounded clearer."Who told you to do it?" That cold, heartless voice, the voice of Xander, the blind man."It's not me, sir. I am not doing anything, sir." A quivering moan begging for forgiveness was audible in the man's tone."Tell me everything, Gill, before I lose my patience.""I don't know anything, sir." The man groaned again. I stealthily made my way to the source of the voice. I no longer cared ab
Xevia's POV I was starving, but I chose to endure this hunger rather than eat at the same table as that blind psychopath. Earlier, Xander asked me to come down immediately and eat in the dining room. He also said that Dorothy cooked delicious roast beef for me. But I pretended to be deaf and didn't respond. Maybe he was annoyed, so he went downstairs and left me in the room. My stomach growled with hunger, and it felt twisted."Honey," I stroked my stomach."I'm so sorry," I hissed. It didn't feel good to be hungry, but I was sickened to be eating at the same table as that heartless, cruel man."Young lady, may I come in?" Dorothy's voice came from behind the door, breaking my reverie."Yes, come in!" The older woman appeared and walked into my bed. Looking at me softly and smiling, "Young master is still expecting you for dinner."I grimaced. Why was he still waiting for me to have dinner with him?"Please can you tell him that I'm not hungry," I pleaded with Dorothy."But you look p