The Alpha’s Forced Wet Nurse: Escaping with His Heir

The night sky was no longer black. The horizon had morphed into a gripping, deep orange canvas, as if the heavens were vomiting bile. The stench of burning flesh intertwined with the metallic tang of blood flooding the earth, violently assaulting Amara Silvermane’s senses. With trembling fingers, she crawled over the cold, shattered marble, desperately reaching for her father's stiff hand. All around her, the pride of the Silvermane clan, a mansion that had stood tall for centuries was crumbling, swallowed by madly dancing flames. "Father... wake up... please," Amara whimpered. Her voice cracked, her throat feeling as if it were being sliced by razor blades from inhaling too much of the suffocating black smoke. There was only a painful silence, broken by the crackling of dying timber from the high ceiling. There was no more breath from the Alpha of the Silvermane clan. In just three hours, their honor had been wiped clean by an army that appeared like shadows beneath the freezing winter rain. Click. Clack. Click. The heavy tread of leather shoes echoed with a calm rhythm, far too calm for such immense chaos. Amara froze. Her heart pounded violently, feeling as though it might explode through her ribs. She recognized those footsteps. The masculine scent of sandalwood mixed with the biting chill of ice began to creep in the undeniable mark of a dominant predator whose mere presence could paralyze a person's joints. "Stand up, Amara. Don't disgrace the Silvermane name by dying on your knees like that," a low, baritone voice tore through the silence. Cold and merciless. Amara slowly looked up. In the ruined archway of the main entrance stood a towering man, a full two meters tall. Raxus Blackmoon. His tailored, three-piece black suit looked flawless, without a speck of dust, as if he had just stepped out of a boardroom on Wall Street rather than a mass s*******r. The only evidence of his savagery was the short sword in his right hand, still dripping fresh blood onto the porcelain floor. "Raxus... why? We never encroached on your territory!" Amara screamed. Tears of fury blurred her vision, while her sapphire blue eyes slowly began to glow silver, a sign that her wolf, the broken Luna, was trying to rise one last time. Raxus stepped forward, striding over her father's body as if the man were nothing but a worthless pile of trash. He leaned down and grabbed a fistful of Amara's long silver hair roughly, forcing her to meet his pitch-black, empty eyes. "It's just business, darling. Silvermane holds the monopoly on the real estate shares I need. And in this world, there is only room for one apex predator to rule. The rest? They are just expired prey," Raxus stated with a deadly, thin smirk. "You're a monster! You sick sociopath! You'll rot in hell!" Amara spat directly in his face. The glob of saliva, mixed with blood, landed squarely on Raxus's sharp cheek. Raxus's jaw hardened, but his expression remained as flat as ice. He pulled out a silk handkerchief and calmly wiped the stain from his face. Then, moving with lightning speed, his hand clamped around Amara's throat, lifting her until her feet dangled off the floor. "You're lucky I'm holding onto my patience, Amara. Because if I wasn't, I could easily rip your throat out right here and let you turn to ash along with this building," Raxus whispered, his lips mere inches from Amara's ear as she gasped desperately for oxygen. "Let go... just kill me... let me die with my family!" Amara thrashed, her nails clawing uselessly at the steel-hard sleeve of his suit jacket. "Die? That's too easy," Raxus let out a dry laugh. The sound was so chilling it made the hair on the back of Amara's neck stand up. "My heir was born just two days ago. Unfortunately, his biological mother was just a weak concubine who died in childbirth. And guess what the problem is?" Amara didn't answer. She only glared at him with pure hatred. Her body shook violently under the oppressive weight of Raxus's Alpha energy, which crushed the Luna Core in her chest until it felt like it was shattering. "My baby rejects all types of milk. Formula? He throws it up. Professional wet nurses? He refuses them to the point of near starvation. The only reason he stopped crying this afternoon was because my servant brought him a scarf of yours, stolen from a banquet. It turns out, my precious son has very... expensive tastes. He craves the scent of his enemy." Amara's eyes went wide. A horror greater than death began to suffocate her. "Don't... don't tell me you want me to..." "Exactly," Raxus released his grip, letting Amara crumple to the floor. "You won't die tonight. Instead, you'll be my prized captive. You will live for one purpose only: to nurse my own flesh and blood with the rest of your life. You will provide your nourishment to the future ruler of the empire that just crushed your clan." "I will never do it! I'd rather die!" Amara screamed hysterically. Raxus crouched down, his leather-gloved fingers gripping her chin so she couldn't look away. "You think you have a choice? Julian! Play the footage." A cold-faced assistant emerged from the shadows, handing over a digital tablet. On the screen was a small figure huddled in terror within the rubble of an underground cellar. It was Toby, Amara's ten-year-old little brother, surrounded by starving Blackmoon wolves. "Your brother is still alive, Amara. For now. Every time you refuse to give your milk to my baby, I will feed one of his fingers to those wolves. Do you want to see him die a death even more gruesome than your father's?" Amara's body instantly went limp. Tears streamed down her soot-stained cheeks. This silken prison had just begun, and the key was the last life of her family. She felt disgusted, feeling so utterly degraded beneath the feet of the man who had destroyed her world, yet stripped of all power to say 'no'. "I... I'll do it," Amara whispered, her voice barely audible. "Good. A smart answer," Raxus stood up straight. He waved a hand at his guards. "Take her to the chopper. Scrub her clean. Don't let a single drop of this filthy Silvermane blood touch my son's skin before he gets what he needs." Moments later, a massive black helicopter roared above the ruins of the smoldering mansion. Amara was thrown into the luxurious, soundproof cabin. There, Raxus was already sitting casually, sipping a glass of decades-old whiskey as if he had just finished a round of golf, rather than committing g******e. "Don't wear such a funeral face, Amara," Raxus said without looking at her. "In my penthouse, you will be treated like a queen... at least as long as you can satisfy my baby's hunger." Amara clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her own palms. "I hate you, Raxus. I hate you so much that every breath I take near you feels like poison." "Hatred is an interesting spice for passion, Amara," Raxus leaned in closer. He sniffed roughly at her neck, inhaling the natural scent of fresh snow mixed with the warmth of a grown woman's skin. "You smell incredibly tempting for a woman who just lost everything." Suddenly, the deafening cry of a baby erupted from the baby monitor inside the helicopter. Raxus's face instantly reverted to an intimidating mask of ice. "The heir of the Blackmoon clan is waiting. You'd better prepare yourself. If your milk doesn't flow within the first ten minutes, your brother loses his right hand." The helicopter landed atop a hundred-story skyscraper that dominated the city skyline. Amara was ushered into an impossibly vast bedroom. The moment she stepped inside, the pungent smell of rejected formula hit her nose. Swaddled in blankets, a baby screamed continuously until his tiny face turned bright red. Unconsciously, her natural instincts as a woman with a Luna's status surged. As the maid handed the baby into Amara's arms, the impossible happened. The moment the baby's soft skin touched her arm, the crying ceased instantly. Total silence. The baby quieted down, his unfocused little eyes trying to look up, as if recognizing the energy frequency he had been searching for all along. Raxus stood in the doorway, leaning against the mahogany frame with his arms crossed. His intense gaze was locked on Amara, who, with trembling hands, was forced to unbutton her top right in front of her enemy's eyes. "Do it," Raxus commanded, his husky voice dripping with danger. With tears falling onto the baby's cheeks, Amara brought the infant to her chest. As the tiny baby began to nurse hungrily at her sweet center, a powerful electric current exploded throughout Amara's body. She wasn't just providing physical nourishment; Amara could feel her previously shattered Luna Core beginning to siphon back the intensely dominant Alpha energy radiating from the child. Her eyes suddenly flashed a brilliant silver. She looked up, meeting Raxus's gaze with a newfound intensity. However, it was Raxus who found himself frozen. The air in the room changed abruptly. Amara's scent, which had merely been a pleasant fragrance to Raxus before, now erupted into something far deeper, a primal calling that slammed into his wolf instincts so hard he nearly lost his balance. Raxus's heart throbbed painfully; an invisible bond had just locked his soul to the very woman he had just destroyed. "Damn it!" Raxus clenched his fists beneath his folded arms, his jaw hardening until the cords in his neck stood out. Fury ignited his soul. How could fate play such a cruel joke? Out of millions of women in the world, why did his wolf have to choose this one, the enemy whose family's blood was still wet on his hands? He stared at Amara as she cradled his son. The sight should have evoked a sense of satisfaction for having subjugated an enemy, but instead, what he felt was a wild, possessive urge and a hunger that burned his very soul. Raxus hated the sensation. He hated how every nerve in his body was now screaming at him to fall to his knees before the woman he was supposed to trample on. "Finish your task," Raxus said, his voice even colder than before, masking the storm raging inside his chest. Without another word, Raxus turned on his heel and strode out hurriedly, leaving Amara in a state of confusion. Out in the quiet hallway, Raxus slammed his fist into the marble wall until it cracked. He breathed heavily, desperately trying to banish the scent of snow and Amara's warmth that had now settled in his soul like a curse. He would not let this bond control him. He would destroy these feeling s, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.