Chapter 3
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SORA
I knew this day. My breath trembled as my feet landed on the familiar path.
No. Not again. Please, not again.
But the dream didn't listened.
A sharp pain knifed low through my stomach, and the world spun. I dropped to my knees, fingers clawing the dirt as a whimper tore from my throat.
My wolf surged forward in a flash of fury and pain, her voice vibrating inside my skull.
“Our pup...protect our pup.”
I remember screaming for help. I remember Lucien’s footsteps running toward me.
He looked worried, but his face suddenly turned blanked.
“Easy, Sora,” he’d said, kneeling beside me.
Easy?
As if stress could explain the blood soaking through my clothes. As if it could explain the way the life inside me slipped away in hot waves of pain.
My first pup.
My wolf roared then became wild, unhinged, promising to tear the world apart for what we were losing.
I felt her power rise, electric and violent, ready to break bones to save our child.
And Lucien shoved a vial against my lips.
“Drink it,” he ordered. “It’ll help you.”
Help?
The bitter liquid burned down my throat, and my wolf’s scream fractured into silence. Her strength crumbled. Her claws retracted. The world dimmed.
I felt everything slipping, my child, my wolf, my breath.
Blood.
Everywhere.
The dream changed into my second nightmare without warning. Blood pouring down walls. Blood pooling around my knees. Blood dripping from my hands like I had caused it.
I tried to run, but every step brought more blood.
A tiny cry echoed in the darkness.
“No,” I choked. “Please, no...”
The ground split open beneath me. I fell screaming and I woke up.
The first thing I woke up to was someone touching me, a hand brushing against my skin.
A jolt shot through me. My body lurched back, instinct furious before consciousness caught up. My breath trembled as my eyes snapped open and there he was.
Lucien.
Smiling.
A soft, easy smile that once made my heart melt… now made my stomach twist.
“You’re awake?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as though he hadn’t turned my world into a nightmare. His touch felt foreign. Wrong. My skin crawled beneath it.
I blinked hard, taking in my surroundings. My room. My bed.
My bed.
My heart lurched painfully. “Why am I on the bed?” The words scraped out of me before I could control myself.
His expression turned panic, but he quickly replaced it quickly with a casual shrug.
"You must have realized that you fell from the bed yesterday. Lucky for you, I came to your room and saw you on the floor. So I carried and put you on the bed."
Did he just calmly lied to my face? He was indeed the devil himself.
My mate. My supposed protector. My husband in the eyes of the pack.
A man capable of lying without blinking.
I swallowed, bile burning my throat. He wasn’t just a stranger. He was a demon wearing the face of the man I once loved.
I suddenly felt him touching my breast.
I flinched away so violently his eyes widened.
“What’s going on with you?” Lucien demanded, an edge of irritation creeping into his voice. “You’ve been acting strange for days.” His tone shifted, as if he thought he was being generous. “I figured you wanted… s*x. So I came.”
S*x.
That was what he thought this was about?
Anger and disgust surged through me. I slapped his hand away, breath shaking.
His confusion sharpened, hardening into something darker. “You’re acting like a spoiled brat.”
I wanted to slap him, but I refrain myself knowing I am still weak from my sickness.
I ignored him and stood up from the bed.
His expression changed and his face darkened immediately.
Lucien’s expression shifted in a second—confusion sliding into irritation, irritation into cold rage. The air tightened like a storm gathering behind a closed door.
“Sora,” he said slowly, dangerously, “you’re going to ignore me?”
I froze. His voice had never sounded like that before.
Sharp. Threatening.
Almost… gleeful.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, jaw ticking. “So lie down.”
I was shocked he had never shouted at me before, but what do I expect from a mate that wanted me dead?
My heart sank. “I’m not in the mood,” I whispered, my voice small, trembling, humiliatingly afraid.
He didn’t take it well.
Before I could walk away, I felt his hand grabbed my wrist. I gasped as he yanked me back, my weak body stumbling helplessly. The edge of the mattress hit the back of my legs and I fell onto it with a soft thump.
“You’re acting strange,” he hissed, leaning over me. “And I don’t like it. I am your Alpha. I am the Alpha not you.” he growled, his hands already sliding across my breast.
His face hovered above mine, eyes blazing, breath heavy with anger. I could feel it, power swirling off him, pressing down on the room, squeezing the air out of my lungs. His wolf was about to lose control.
"What the hell are you trying to do Lucien?"
He ignored me and roughly removed my pajamas. I was so shocked and confused that I didn't know what to do. I only got my mouth when he removed my pants.
"Let me go!" I screamed, fighting him with my little strength. He ignored me and was about to remove his pants.
I would never allow him to touch me again, never.
I didn't know how to stop him, so I desperately blurted out what came to my mind.
"Stop. I am pregnant!"
Everything froze.
Lucien’s hands halted. His breath stilled. His eyes widened, shock across his face.
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