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Chapter 1 — My Mate's Wedding
Layla's pov.
I'm the fool, just like everyone calls me, the outcast, the one who isn't good enough to attend any special functions except today there's an exception and I'm here serving wine and food and also cleaning up after Sofia my cousin.
The music was playing in the background song, so far I had made five trips back to the kitchen, two loads of slaps from Sofia and her mother.
It's Sofia's wedding day to no other person but my mate, my own mate. What other thing is worst then heartbreak than this.
“Come here,” Clarrissa, my aunt dragged me to the corner behind the kitchen and there was Sofia, pacing, her eyes filled with hatred for me.
“You will abort that thing in your womb.” She snarled.
“No,” I said in a small voice.
“I can't have you ruin my marriage you twerp.” She said and slapped me.
“Drake is my mate.” I sobbed, tears falling from my eyes.
“He is mine now and I don't want anyone to find out that you are pregnant for him.” She said through gritted teeth.
I shook my head slowly, my tears staining my cheeks.
“You…you…”
“Look here you cheap slut,” Clarrissa yelled, turning my head to face her and digging her talon like nails into my cheeks almost drawing out blood. “ You will do as my daughter said.”
“This is my pup….my first child. I can't do this.” I begged.
She came closer and her voice lessen to a conspiratorial whisper. “ And that's why you have to do it sweetheart, who says you can't have any child….” She smiled and looked at her daughter. “... With any man you so desires, you are good in opening your legs.”
I gasped and look up at her.
“ You said after the marriage I'll —”
“And I'm saying Plan B is in motion. Things have changed child. You will take the child out a pill will do it. Clean and fast.”
My heart was thumbing in my chest.
Aunt Clarissa had said I get to keep the baby and tell Drake later after the marriage. I had found out I was pregnant three weeks ago and this marriage….this marriage was supposed to be mine but I had been labeled a thief two nights ago and Drake had chosen Sofia because she had seduced him and slept with him.
“And oh, I forgot to tell you, I and Drake had been having sex for a long time and I'm expecting his twins.” She said as if reading my thoughts and rubbing her stomach.
The door opened and Doctor Every walked in and I gasped. I should have known. She told them about my pregnancy.
“Take this and flush that thing from your stomach.” Clarrissa said taking the small bottle and squeezed it into my palms. “Even a drop will flush it and you get to attend the marriage ceremony.”
I stared at the small bottle shaking in my palm. The bitter taste of fear filled my mouth even before I drank it. Tears kept falling freely, burning my cheeks. I wanted to say no, I wanted to fight, but Aunt Clarissa’s cold voice froze me.
“You have no choice, Layla. Take this, and this nightmare will end. Refuse, and we will let everyone know what a liar you are.”
Her words dug into me like sharp knives. “What do you mean?” I asked, voice trembling.
Clarissa’s eyes darkened with hatred. “We will say you slept with Drake’s stepbrother when he visited. We will say you are a liar, a cheat. And if that’s not enough, that you killed Drake’s grandfather.” She spat the last words like poison.
I gasped. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. I never did any of those things! But to them... to everyone else, who would believe me? I was just Layla — the fool, the outcast. No one would stand by me.
Sofia and her mother laughed softly, their smiles cruel and full of victory. “You see, Layla,” Sofia said, her voice ice cold, “this is how the world sees you. They’ll believe us before they believe the likes of you.”
I shook my head, desperate, tears blurring my vision. “I’m not lying. I’m pregnant with Drake’s child… please, don’t make me do this.”
Clarissa stepped closer, her nails digging lightly into my cheeks again, making me flinch. “You think you can keep that baby? You’re just a mistake, Layla. A shame in our family.”
“But it’s my child,” I whispered, clinging to whatever courage I had left.
She smiled cruelly. “Plan B is better. Clean and fast. A pill, and you no longer ruin Sofia’s perfect day.” She dropped the empty threat in my palm again—the small bottle.
My hands trembled uncontrollably as I held it. My head spun, mind desperate for a way out.
And just then, the door slammed open.
Two guards stepped inside, their faces stern and unreadable. One held a folded piece of paper. The air around me instantly changed—hope and fear battling inside.
“Layla,” one guard began, reading the order aloud, “by order of the Alpha, you are under arrest. You must come with us now.”
Arrest? My breath caught in my throat. “For what?” I whispered, voice nearly broken.
The guards exchanged glances but said nothing more.
Behind me, Sofia’s face was lit with a victorious smile. Clarissa’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction like they’d just won a game. They said nothing, but their cruel expressions spoke volumes. It wasn’t about the truth. It was about making me suffer.
I looked down at the bottle still in my hand, then back at the guards. I was caught, trapped in their web of lies and cruelty. My sobs sounded hollow, like echoes in a cage.
They reached for my arms, firm but not cruel. I let them lead me out, heart heavy and mind numb.
As the door closed behind me, I heard Sofia’s soft laugh and Clarissa’s proud whisper
Chapter 2 — Sold Off By My Mate
Layla's pov
The jail was cold and it was yesterday but it felt like a lifetime. My hands were shaking. I just sat there on that hard bench, knees hugged to my chest. The whole place smelled like rust and wet rock. A dripping sound somewhere. The walls were just grey. My heart was just pounding in my ears. I had woken up here and the last thing I remembered was being dragged away by those guards.
How did everything go so wrong?
Just a few days ago, I was smiling at something stupid, Drake showed me and then I'm at my cousin's wedding. I was in this plain black dress, walking around with trays. People were laughing, dancing. Drake—my mate, the man I loved—was marrying someone else. My cousin. Sofia. My own blood. And now, I’m here in jail. For something I don't even understand.
They said I poisoned his grandfather, said I was jealous. That I wanted to ruin the wedding.
But it wasn't true. None of it.
I just put my head in my hands and the tears started. Couldn’t even cry loud. The guards outside were laughing about something. Like my pain was a damn joke. I felt so, so alone.
Then, footsteps. Heavy ones. Coming closer. I sat up fast, trying to scrub the tears off my face.
And Drake walked in.
Standing there in his suit, so sharp and tall and cold. His face was a total blank. And his eyes, his golden eyes, they had no warmth left. He wasn't looking at me with love. He was looking at me like I was a complete stranger.
“How could you?”
I shook my head. “Please…”
My voice was a wreck. “Please, just hear me out. You have to hear my side.”
He raised his palm up. “You disgust me.”
His eyes flickered. That was it but he was still quiet.
I didn’t—”
“Stop,” he said. His voice was completely flat.
I froze.
He looked away. His jaw got all tight.
His head snapped back to me, eyes narrowed. But not with worry. Not with love. His voice, God, it was even colder.
“That doesn’t matter anymore,” he said.
I think my mouth fell open.
“I married Sofia,” he went on. “That’s my choice now. You... you mean nothing.”
A pain, so sharp, went right through me. “I mean nothing?”
“You lied. You embarrassed my family.”
“I didn't!” I cried. “Drake, I didn't lie! You know me. I wouldn't do this. Someone framed me—”
“I don’t care.”
Those words.They hit me so hard and made me dizzy. “I'm here to make it official.”
“I don't understand.” I stammered.
“To reject you as my mate and to sever whatever stupid bond the moon goddess used to hold us together.”
My mouth fell open. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
Tears were just pouring down my face then.
I tried to reach him through the bars.
“Please, I’m carrying your child—”
He took a step back away from me.
A woman in red and a black cloak swaying behind her.
Aunt Clarissa.
She smiled. “What a dramatic scene,” she said, her eyes on me. “Tears? How boring.”
My fists clenched. “What do you want?”
She totally ignored me and turned to Drake. “The Rogue Alpha is here,” she said, calm as anything. “He’s asked for her.”
Drake frowned. “He is early.”
Clarissa’s grin just got wider. “Del Morino. The infamous Rogue Alpha. He’s here. And he wants her.”
Drake’s whole face changed. He was tense, all over and then relief came on him a little.
“What do you mean he wants her?” he practically growled.
Clarissa let out this light little laugh. “He says she’s his bride.”
My heart stopped. Bride?
“I’m not—”
“Oh, but you are,” Clarissa purred, walking right up to the cell. “You see, dear, while you were so busy chasing your precious Drake, someone else was watching you. Very closely.”
I just shook my head. “No... I don’t even know him.”
She clicked her tongue. “You don’t need to know him. All that matters is he wants you. And unlike some people—” she shot a look at Drake, “—he knows your worth.”
Drake’s fists were white-knuckled. “I don’t want her,” he snapped. “She can go.”
And my heart just shattered all over again.
“Very well,” Clarissa said with this wicked smile. She motioned to the guards. “Release her. She belongs to someone else now.”
They unlocked my cell, pulled the door open.
I didn't move. My legs wouldn't work. My heart was just... numb.
Clarissa stepped aside. Waved a hand. “Go on, girl. Your new Alpha awaits.”
I looked at Drake. One last time. I wanted him to stop it. To change his mind. To do *something*. But he turned his back on me.
That was it, then.
No love.
No goodbye.
Just… silence.
Then I saw him.
A tall man, by a black jeep. Broad shoulders. Black hair and an eye patch that still made him look dangerous and alluring.
Del Morino.
The Rogue Alpha.
He looked right at me. Sharp, grey eyes. No smile. No words. But something in the air just shifted.
Power and danger.
And something else. I don't know what.
Clarissa put her hand on my back. “Be a good girl, now. He doesn’t like weak women.”
I turned to her, my eyes burning. “Then it’s a good thing I’m done being weak.”
She actually looked surprised.
Without another word, I walked toward the Rogue Alpha.
When I reached him, he opened the car door. I paused and looked up at him.
“You don’t know me,” I said.
He leaned down a little. His voice was deep. “I know enough. And I’ll protect what’s mine.”
I stared at him. So confused. “Why me?”
His eyes scanned my face. “Because you were thrown away. And I don’t like waste.”
Whatever that means, I don't care, I just have to get away from this nasty people.
The door closed. I looked back at the jail. At the man I once loved. The man who just let me go.
He didn't come after me.
He didn't fight for me.
But this other guy, this stranger… he did.
And maybe, just maybe that was enough. For now.
Chapter 3 — The Rogue's Territory
It was quiet in the car. Feeling anxious I sat with my hands on my lap. Although my body was stiff, the leather seat was soft. Even now my heart beats too quickly.
The man I believed loved me, not the man I actually loved had just left me. I was now seated next to an unknown man. One that might be dangerous.
On the opposite side sat Del Morino. His towering frame filled the car. He had a powerful scent.
He avoided eye contact. All he could see was the road ahead. He said nothing. Neither did I.
I looked through the window at the trees. We had left the city. The air became cleaner and the roads quieter. With my mind focused on the unborn child inside of me, I gently held my belly.
Soon I would be a mother and I had no one.
“Are you afraid of me?” he abruptly asked in a deep rough voice.
“No.” I said quickly.
At last he looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “You ought to be.”
I took a deep breath. “Are you planning to harm me?”
He remained silent. He seemed to be thinking as his jaw moved slowly.
“I don't hurt what's mine,”he continued.
“I'm not yours,” I muttered.
He didn't dispute that. He remained composed.
All he said was, “ You will be.”
I bit my lip and turned my head away. Who was this man? He wanted me but why? The car finally came to a stop after what seemed like hours. A big iron gate stood in front of us. There were guards on either side. As soon as they saw him they opened the gate and nodded rapidly. Slowly the car rolled in.
Then I noticed it. There was a huge mansion in the center of the forest, dark tall walls, bright windows. It appeared robust despite its age. A house designed for war not peace. It made me feel insignificant.
The vehicle halted. The first to get down was Del Morino and then he unlocked my door.
“Please come,” he said.
After hesitating I exited. My face was brushed by the cool wind.
“Welcome to Black Fang pack.”
“Black Fang?” I said.
His nod was brief. “My people. My home.”
I went up the stone stairs after him. Before we got there the doors opened. As we entered the heads of two maids were bowed low as if they were scared to look up.
The house was silent inside and chilly. There were painted walls and marble floors. Wolves and battles were depicted in paintings.
Despite the long fireplaces, fire the space didn't feel cozy. A black-shirted man approached and bowed.
“Alpha.”
“Get her a room,” Del Morino said. “And food.”
“Yes Alpha”The man said and turned to face me after bowing.”Miss, kindly follow me.”
I glanced at Del Morino and he turned his head away. So I went with the man. The corridor was lengthy and dimly lit. After climbing stairs we arrived at a peaceful room. It was large but unadorned, a wardrobe, a chair and a bed. The trees could be seen outside a window.
“This belongs to you,” the man declared. “Dinner will arrive shortly. Feel free to ring this bell if you need anything.”
He gestured toward a tiny bell near the table.
“ I'm grateful,” I said quietly. Nodding he walked away. Grasping the sheets with my fingers I sat on the bed. Now it felt genuine. I wasn't close to home. Nothing like Drake and very little of what I knew.
Even though my heart hurt again I forced myself not to cry.
A knock came minutes later. A girl my age entered the room carrying a tray of bread soup and fruit as the door opened. She had light brown hair and gentle eyes.
“My name is Luma.” She said politely. “You will be looked after by me.”
“I’m grateful,” I answered.
Setting down the tray she turned to face me. “Are you alright?”
After a moment of hesitation I nodded slightly. “I suppose.”
She was sitting next to me. “You're confused I know that. Everyone is talking that the Alpha had never brings in a bride. It has never happened before.”
“ I didn't want this!” I blurted out.
With a smile she said, “I believe you. But, he's not as horrible as claimed. Although he defends his own, he can get cold sometimes.”
I turned to face her.
“Why did he pick me?”
Her smile dimmed. “I'm not sure about that. The Alpha will however ensure your safety if he desires you.”
Safety? Was I? I had forgotten. I ate the soup after she left. Compared to jail food it tasted better and was warm. Before I lay down I changed into the cozy clothes they had left on the bed. I couldn't sleep though. My mind was racing with thoughts about Drake, about Sofia. And also about my baby and about Del Morino. Who was he? Why was he helping me?
The door then squeaked open at midnight. Quickly I sat up.
Calmly and quietly Del Morino entered.
“You ought to be asleep,” he warned.
I kept quiet and watched him. “Why are you here?”
His piercing grey eyes were fixed on me. “In order to clarify something.”
Slowly I got out of bed. “What's it?”
He took a step toward me. “I didn't buy you out of sympathy. . Charity is not something I believe in. You were cast aside. I just saw what others couldn't see because they were too blind.”
“You bought me?” I stuttered in disbelief.
He gave a small nod. “Drake sold you. Didn't he tell you?”
My mouth shook. “I am expecting a child.”
“Yes,” he answered. “That child will also be protected.”
I just looked at him. “Why are you acting in this way? Why—”
For a while he was silent. “Because I need a Luna he continued. And you also need another chance. “
My eyes ached from tears..I didn't want to cry in his presence.Never again.
“You believe that I am weak,”I said.
He moved closer still. “No. I think you have been wounded. But wounds recover.”
I put my arms around my body shivering in the chilly air.
“Here,” he said. “ Take this,” he said removing his shirt before throwing it at me which I just managed to catch.
“You’ll need it.”
After that he turned and left without saying anything more. He closed the door behind him. My heart was pounding as I stood there wondering if I had just fallen into another trap or something else entirely.
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