The Alpha’s Bastard Daughter

Survived

I mumbled as a terrifying realization settled in, I recognized these symptoms as some of the human servants had been fed this exact substance back in the Pearl Pack to break their will.

In the next moment, a memory flashed in my head, a cup of herbs forced upon me by the Luna’s head servant right before I was dressed.

The memory didn't linger as a vicious wave of heat surged through me, fiercer than before, stealing the air from my lungs and making my knees buckle.

Under the dim amber light of the hearth, the Alpha King sat in a single leather sofa, his long, powerful legs crossed with effortless authority. Silence wrapped around the room like a living thing, his gaze rested on me, steady, unreadable, and intensely dangerous.

I stood frozen at the center of the suite, my fingers twisting nervously together as I was painfully aware of how small I looked under his scrutiny, especially with that poison slowly taking over my blood.

He remained entirely relaxed, watching with deep suspicion. Muddle-headed and desperate, I staggered toward him. My hands shook as my fingers curled into the crisp fabric of his shirt, clutching him like he was the only thing keeping me alive in a stormy sea.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice breaking. I felt deeply ashamed, yet entirely helpless. “It hurts…”

His jaw tightened and for a long moment, the Alpha King said nothing, he stared down at me as if fighting a war no one else could see, a brutal clash of control against instinct, reason against something far more than he could control.

Suddenly, his deep voice cut through the heavy silence. “You were drugged,” he muttered, almost to himself, his face masking any trace of emotion.

I barely heard him as the world spun violently, my body burning from the inside out, my senses completely drowning in his scent, his warmth, and his overwhelming presence.

I swayed again, collapsing fully against his chest, his arms coming around me in reflex.

That was the turning point, the moment his skin met mine, his breath hitched and the very air in the room changed, growing thick and charged.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze toward the locked doors of the suite, his eyes darkening with a heavy, unbidden desire.

My hands began to wander against his chest, driven by the fever in my veins. Instantly, his grip tightened around my wrists, pulling them firmly above my head to pin them in place, his breathing changed, turning slower, heavier, and tightly controlled, but no longer untouched.

“You’re under the influence of an aphrodisiac,” he said, his voice dropping into a rough growl, as if remaining restrained was costing him everything. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

I shook my head weakly, my eyes glazed, my entire body trembling against his solid frame. “I know…” I whispered, breathless and broken. “It hurts…I just…I need it to stop.”

Those desperate words did something dangerous to him, his gaze darkened completely.

For a split second, he looked away, his jaw clenched tightly as he fought himself like a man standing at the verge of losing control.

“I don’t touch women who cannot think straight,” he muttered darkly, trying to push me back. “Leave!”

Yet, I couldn't obey, the drug had simmered deep into my system, acting completely free of my will. I shifted against him, pressing closer, my forehead resting against his chest as my instinct guided my movements.

His hand suddenly moved to my chin, his fingers firm as he forced me to look up into his eyes.

“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice low, vibrating with a dangerous edge. “If I do this, there is no going back. You are not allowed to regret it tomorrow.”

My lips parted slightly, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, my fingers curled back into his shirt, softer this time, almost pleadingly.

“I don’t care,” I whispered, tears of heat stinging my eyes. “Just stop the pain. Isn’t that why I’m here?”

A long, heavy silence fell between us, at the same time the rest of the world completely disappeared, and only the thick, suffocating tension remained.

Slowly, the Alpha King exhaled, and something shifted in his eyes, moving from cold restraint to surrender.

His voice dropped to a dark, gravelly whisper. “Good.”

Saying that, he pulled me against him and swept me up into his arms, carrying me to the massive bed. In a split second, the entire suite became laced with passion and desire.

Bodies entangled, moving to the same rhythmic heat, sheets ruffled, and fingers entwined, tightening against one another.

The only sound left in the room was the drumming of our heartbeats, echoing as if they were about to explode, accompanied by his muffled, deep groan.

Outside the glass windows, the silver moonlight spilled across the floor, casting long, elegant shadows over us as the very last thread of his control finally snapped.

The morning sun broke through the heavy velvet curtains, replacing the silver moonlight with a sharp glare.

I woke up all at once, my eyes snapping open as my mind rushed to piece together the fragments of the night, the fever that had consumed my blood was completely gone, leaving behind a dull ache in my body and a hollow, freezing panic in my chest.

I was tangled in silk sheets that smelled heavily of cedarwood, dark amber, and rain, his scent.

The reality of what had happened crashed over me like a tidal wave, the drug, the pain, and the desperate way I had begged the most feared man in the Wolfen city to touch me.

My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I slowly turned my head, bracing myself to see the monster who had kept me awake all night, going many rounds till I passed out.

However, the other side of the bed was empty, the sheets were cold, the Alpha King was gone.

I pushed myself up, wrapping the silk sheet tightly around my chest as my eyes scanned the room.

I checked my arms, torso, and legs, there were no physical injuries, but I was weak, and my muscles ached from the intensity of the night, but I wasn't bleeding or broken.

‘I survived!’ A cold sweat broke out on my neck as a terrifying realization hit me.

In the wolf territories, that was an impossibility, the Pearl Pack had thrown me to the executioner in Christy’s place because they knew a night in this room was a death sentence. I was supposed to be a corpse or a mindless shell by sunrise, yet I survived and that surprised me.

Suddenly, the doors of the suite clicked open, I flinched, pulling the sheets up to my chin.

It wasn't the King but it was Maximus, the King's Beta, followed behind were two high-ranking palace maids.

Meanwhile, the moment Maximus stepped into the room and his eyes fell upon me sitting upright, he froze.

His entire posture stiffened, at the same time, the two maids behind him gasped, one of them dropped a silver tray of linens, the metal clattering loudly against the marble floor, looking at me like they were looking at a ghost.