Prologue
“It is time,” the old man announced, his voice echoing across the clearing where the whole pack was gathered. He was the chief advisor of their Alpha. His white, snowy beard glistening against the full moonlight.
And behind him stood the whole pack, staring, some worried, some shocked and a few ready for the show. Men, women, and old. Though there were more men than woman.
Then they brought her out.
Aria Montero. Nineteen. Untouched. The chosen one.
Her wrists trembled at her sides as they made her stand before the altar, stone cold and ringed in flame. A circle of fire burned around her, pulsing with heat and ancient power. Above, the blood moon bathed the night in red, as the wolves howled. The blood moon had arisen in the sky. Which meant it was time. Time for the Heat Ceremony: Where she would be bred in front of the whole pack, by none other than their Alpha. Alaric Feneris.
“You will lie in the center of the altar on your belly. They will give you something to drink. It will trigger your heat. Make your body eager for breeding and receptive to his coupling. And once that’s done, Alpha Alaric will come and mount you from behind. There will be no eye contact. Do not look at him or touch him. Not even accidentally. ”
Aria’s breath caught. Her feet refused to move. The advisor’s voice dropped, rough and ancient like gravel.
“Don’t fight, don’t move, don’t make a sound.”
Aria swayed, her knees threatening to buckle. Her heart pounded like it was trying to flee her chest.
" It will hurt a little when he enters you for the first time, but do not flinch or cry. That will only make things harder for you. The rutting will last a while. And when he is about to finish, he will knot you. The knotting sometimes hurts, but remember, you will not move or make a sound. You will only lie there until he C*ms inside of you. Once the seedgiving is over. He will leave.”
Aria was shaking, shaking like she would fall over, her eyes wide with fear for her life. “B-but everyone will be watching?” Her voice choked over, the fear, the humiliation, the panic that was rising within her was drowning her, until she couldn’t breathe.
“That is part of the ancient ritual; the pack will bear witness to the breeding, proving the legitimacy of the heir that will be produced as a result of the rutting.”
“You should feel honored and lucky that you have been chosen to be bred by the Alpha himself; most girls dream of being bred by the Alpha. You will carry his bloodline.” Aria shivered with chilling horror as the women moved away. She didn’t feel lucky or honored; she felt like a sacrifice. She felt like doom was approaching. Where every single person of the pack will watch her being mounted like an animal, rutted while in heat, and then knotted - all in a public, by none other than Alpha Alaric himself.
Another shiver ran down her spine as she thought of him. She was a 19-year-old virgin, he was a 45-year-old widower, and as giant as a tower and as powerful as three Lycans- they said. And if he is just as big, between his legs, if he is a giant there too.....Aria felt her legs going soft like jelly with fear.....everyone will be watching.
Alpha Alaric didn’t want another wife or Luna. He just needed an heir for his pack, and he was going to breed her to get it.
Aria didn’t feel honored. Oh no! Her prime feeling was of fear. Because Alpha Alaric was the biggest man she had ever seen, and he was about to be inside of her very soon.
