Escaping The Ruthless Pack: Pregnant With The Alpha's Heirs

VIDA

"Hey, Vida!" one of my coworkers called out, his voice dripping with mockery. "What's it like being such a freak? How does it feel?" Everyone laughed and murmured more mocking words.

“Ugly!”

“Murderer!”

“Bitch!”

“Wolfless killer!”

“What a useless omega!”

Instead of looking at them, I just bowed my head down and let myself be unfazed with their taunting. This was a routine I had grown accustomed to over the years. The whispers, the sneers, the alienation—I had heard it all before. And I’m used to it.

I stretched my weary arms, feeling the ache from the long and arduous day at work. I toiled away in the alcohol factory, where the demand for topnotch liquors and wine never seemed to wane.

What made our factory unique was that all the employees, including myself, were werewolves. Yet, even within this werewolf community, there existed a hierarchy.

The highranking werewolves enjoyed shorter work hours and generous pay, while those of us in lower ranks, like the omega werewolves, toiled away for extra hours.

As an omega, I found myself working diligently alongside with my fellow omegas. Despite the demanding hours, I found solace in this job. It allowed me to save up for my future expenses and work towards achieving independence.

With a contented sigh and a faint smile, I realized I was already fortunate.

In this vast world, I find myself without anyone to lean on. My parents are a distant memory, as I have no recollection of them. Curiously, my auntie never divulged any additional information about them.

Speaking of my auntie, I need to hurry home. She's ordered me to clean the bathroom once again, claiming it wasn't up to her standards. Hastily, I darted away, anxious to reach home promptly.

"She's going to despise me!" I whispered breathlessly as I hurried along. Upon arriving home, my auntie's disapproving glare greeted me.

"Why are you so late?" she inquired, her tone filled with annoyance. I cast my eyes downward, attempting to catch my breath.

"II'm... sorry," I muttered softly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in exasperation.

"Why did I even allow you into my home when you're utterly useless!" With those words, my auntie turned and walked away. I let out a sigh of relief.

At least this time, she hadn't resorted to physical punishment. Making my way to the attic, which served as my room, I couldn't help but notice the numerous boxes scattered about. They contained old ornaments from years gone by, remnants of the house's past.

My auntie, Auntie Olivia, is my father's younger sister. Despite her indifference towards me, I still felt a sense of gratitude for her providing me with a roof over my head and three meals a day.

Placing my bag on the worn table in the attic, I contemplated whether I should combine cleaning with taking a shower, conserving water to keep the bills at bay.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I proceeded downstairs to tackle the remaining chores assigned by my auntie.

"Oh, you're here!" I heard a scoff from behind. It was my eldest cousin, his face contorted with disgust.

Their treatment was nothing new to me; I had grown accustomed to it over the years since coming to their home. Survival meant acclimating to their ways.

"Hello, Harold," I greeted politely. He glared at me with venom in his eyes.

"Forget it! Don't you dare call me that! You repulsive, filthy little omega!" he spat before storming out of the room.

Though I claimed to be immune to their words and actions, each insult pierced my heart like a sharp blade, as they are my family.

I was on my own, with no one to shield me or stand by my side. Perhaps, this was my destined fate, to endure such treatment. I sighed, pushing the pain aside, and resumed cleaning the house diligently, ensuring everything was in its rightful place.

"Next, I must tend to the bathroom," I whispered to myself, grabbing a fresh set of clothes before returning downstairs to begin the task.

As I showered, I scrubbed the tiles meticulously, ensuring a spotless bowl, so as not to invite their wrath and avoid their scathing remarks about my supposed incompetence.

After thirty minutes, feeling refreshed, I stepped out of the bathroom, only to be called by my auntie.

"Vida, hurry up! We need to get to the mansion, or I'll be late because of you!" My auntie exclaimed, urging me to prepare.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was almost seven in the evening, and my auntie need to go and work at the nearby mansion.

This was no ordinary wealthy family; it was the Alpha family's residence.

With age catching up to her, my auntie contemplated retirement, passing the responsibilities on to me.

The weight of the impending role made me nervous. I questioned my abilities, unsure if I would excel.

Observing my hesitation, my auntie frowned. "Don't just stand there! Go and make yourself presentable. Don't forget to apply your prosthetic makeup!"

"Do I really have to?" I asked, dreading the thought of putting on that irritating prosthetic makeup. Ever since my parents' passing, I had been wearing it. She scoffed at my reluctance.

"Do I need to repeat myself? Your face is too intimidating! We don't want to attract other shewolves because of you!" My auntie explained with an exasperated huff.

I sighed and nodded, resigned to the fact. I retreated to my room and reluctantly applied the makeup, avoiding the reflection in the old table's mirror. The sight of my transformed face brought me nothing but displeasure.

Once I finished applying the makeup, I descended the stairs and found my auntie waiting at the door. As her gaze met mine, she simply stared and proceeded to exit. It was then that I noticed Harold, wearing a smirk, observing me closely.

"Nice face, freak!" he jeered, bursting into laughter.

I lowered my gaze and obediently trailed behind my auntie as we made our way to her workplace.

Upon arriving at the mansion, all eyes turned toward me, their gazes fixated as if I were some peculiar attractions at a circus, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Their curious stares made me feel exposed, causing me to halt in my tracks. With my head hung low, I nervously rubbed my arms, despising the way they scrutinized me.

"Vida! Why are you just standing there?" my auntie called out, striding towards me with the intention of slapping me for my momentary distraction.

Thankfully, I noticed her movement in time and swiftly dodged the blow. No one uttered a word.

My auntie scoffed, rolled her eyes in annoyance, and resumed walking. I simply followed her inside, silently enduring the weight of their judgment.

VIDA

Auntie Olivia and I hurriedly made our way to the kitchen. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a bustling scene of shewolves hard at work.

Everything was meticulously arranged, from the gleaming pans and plates to the assortment of cooking utensils.

Some kitchen assistants diligently peeled potatoes, while others busied themselves with washing the vegetables that would be used for tonight's meal. As soon as they spotted my auntie, they offered their greetings, “Hello Miss Olivia.”

Taking a quick glance around, you could discern the hierarchical structure in place, with designated tasks assigned according to one's rank.

As always, I received disapproving glances and hushed whispers, but I had grown accustomed to such treatment. It was nothing new, for I had endured far worse.

“Who’s that?”

“Why does she look like that?”

"She looks absolutely dreadful! I can't bear to look at her face," one of them remarked, promptly retreating to the bathroom as if she were about to vomit. Others simply cast disgusted frowns in my direction.

"My goodness, Vida! Quit standing there and fetch me the pans!" my auntie commanded, her voice filled with impatience.

Obligingly, I scanned the area to locate the pans, then approached the counter to retrieve them.

However, as I reached for them, someone carelessly bumped into me, causing me to lose my grip. The pans crashed to the floor with a resounding clatter, reverberating throughout the kitchen.

‘Thud!’

‘Clang!’

‘Crack!’

I stood frozen in surprise as the person who bumped into me smirked and seamlessly merged into the crowd. My attention quickly shifted as my auntie's furious voice thundered through the air.

"VIDA! YOU STUPID, USELESS OMEGA!" she roared.

I cast my gaze downward, knowing deep down that it wasn't entirely my fault. However, I was certain that my auntie had no interest in hearing my side of the story.

Well, who would want to listen to me anyway?

Even before my auntie became my guardian, the people who knew my parents treated me as if I were invisible, as if I weren't even human. Their treatment mirrored that of my coworkers.

They were even worse than my auntie's family. They spat in my face and hurled insults my way.

They relentlessly branded me a cursed witch, an ungrateful ingrate.

The memories flooded back, echoing in my ears and searing into my heart. It hurt, but I refused to allow them to witness my tears; instead, I held them back.

"Sorry," I whispered, offering an apology. Auntie Olivia scowled in response. Gathering my composure, I picked up the fallen pans and dutifully brought everything over to her.

"You're truly clumsy! Stupid girl!" My auntie commented, continuing her work. I assisted her in preparing the food for the entire pack.

The mansion we were in belonged to the renowned and wealthy Golden Hades Pack—an ancient, distinguished, and wellregarded pack known for their strength and etiquette.

Once I finished helping my auntie, I found myself standing quietly in a corner, observing the others as they worked.

Fatigue gnawed at me, and I longed to return home for a decent and peaceful sleep before starting my own work.

"You, girl! Go and assist the others in preparing the food in the dining room!" One of the helpers called out.

I glanced at her, then looked around to confirm if she was referring to me. No one seemed to be paying attention. I tentatively pointed at myself, seeking clarification.

"Are you referring to me?" I inquired, seeking clarification. She frowned and directed a glare at me.

"Yeah, you're the only one who isn't busy at the moment! Get to it! Move your ass, freak!" she responded curtly.

I nodded, complying with her instruction. Stepping outside, I joined the others who had been assigned to assist in the dining room.

As I entered, my eyes widened in awe at the sight of the ceiling adorned with glistening crystal jewels, forming an exquisite chandelier.

The grandeur and elegance of it all captivated me, leaving me momentarily transfixed.

However, my fascination was abruptly interrupted as one of the helpers smacked my arm.

"Quit staring and start working!" she snapped.

Apprehensive of further reprimands, I quickly focused on the task at hand. A long table stood in the center of the room, positioned beneath the resplendent chandelier.

Adorning the walls were paintings that perfectly complemented the room's elegant and modern ambiance.

I diligently assisted in arranging the food on the table, taking care to ensure that no spills marred the pristine white tablecloth. The consequences for any mishap would undoubtedly be severe.

With the task completed, I returned to the kitchen.

Spotting my auntie near the doorway, donning a coat over her shoulder, I hurried toward her.

"Auntie, where are you going?" I inquired. She regarded me sternly.

"You stay here! If they aren't satisfied with the food, you'll have to make it right!" She instructed. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"BBut... but I have work tomorrow. I need to go to the factory," I protested, clutching the hem of her coat. Her scowl deepened as she forcefully pulled her coat from my grasp.

"You'll manage, so stop whining!" She retorted, then promptly exited the room, slamming the door behind her.

I gazed at the closed doors, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.

Will life ever offer me an ounce of respite? Seeking solace, I located a chair in the corner and sank down into it.

"Don't make me talk to her! I refuse to be in the company of a freak!"

"Look at her face! It's so hideous and terrifying!"

"Go ahead, approach her! Let's see if whatever she has on her face is contagious."

Their comments grew increasingly malicious. I bit my lip, feeling the sharp sting of their words.

It hurt, deep down, to be in this situation where every pair of eyes regarded me as the most repulsive, abominable creature they had ever encountered. With a heavy sigh, I lowered my head in resignation.

After enduring hours upon hours of this torment, the family finally finished their meal, and the plates were being collected for washing. Relief washed over me.

Finally, I could escape! It was time to go home.

Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized I only had three or four hours before my work began. I grumbled, letting out another sigh. I bid farewell to the others in the kitchen, but no one paid me any attention. So, I left.

"I hope I can squeeze in an hour of sleep," I muttered to myself, as I wandered down the hallway.

Lost in thought, I gazed out of a nearby window, observing the night sky adorned with twinkling stars.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to someone on the balcony. Though it was not far from me, I could tell it was a man by his physique. Someone called out his name, causing me to gasp in shock.

“Blaze!”

It was none other than Blaze, the Alpha's son. The heir of the Golden Hades Pack.

BLAZE

When I arrived home, I was taken aback to find my entire family gathered around the dining table.

The spread of food before us was always lavish, but today it seemed more like a grand feast than usual.

I glanced at my mother, seated beside my father, and she smiled warmly, gesturing for me to take a seat on the other side of him. I couldn't help but feel curious as I observed their excitement.

Was my father about to make an important announcement?

"It seems like everyone is filled with anticipation," I remarked as I settled into my seat. My mother, Miranda, looked at me with a wide smile.

"Your father has something to share to everyone, son," she said, her smile never faltering as her gaze shifted towards my father.

“Blaze, son.” I turned my attention to him, but he simply shrugged his shoulders. With that, they began to partake in the meal.

It was a rare occasion for our entire family to dine together like this, and even more surprising to see important members of our pack joining us at the table.

"Well, the flavors tonight are absolutely delightful. Is the chef in a particularly good mood?" one of the elders inquired. I sampled the food and discovered that it truly was exceptional.

"Yes, it appears they have prepared this dinner with extra care," another chimed in.

I listened to their conversations as I silently enjoyed my meal. I was present mainly to hear what my father had to say.

Just moments ago, I had returned from managing the company and overseeing our sources of income.

As the heir to the pack, it was crucial for me to learn how to effectively govern and lead our pack.

"So, how's work, Blaze?" they inquired. I met their gaze with a smile.

"Everything is running smoothly. Nothing out of the ordinary," I replied.

They nodded and engaged in conversation amongst themselves. From the corner of my eye, I observed my father silently consuming his meal, while my mother attended to his needs.

To outsiders, they appeared to be a loving couple, but at times, I questioned whether my father truly loved my mother, given his impassive demeanor.

Shaking off those thoughts, I decided to focus on my food. A delectable assortment of desserts was presented before us, a testament to the kitchen's efforts in providing a truly satisfying dinner.

"Bring forth the wine," my father commanded. A servant promptly brought an aged bottle of wine, treasured by my father. A smirk crossed my lips.

"This is unexpected, father. I'm surprised you've chosen to unveil your prized wine for this occasion," I remarked with a smile. He glanced at me, his smile feeble and devoid of genuine warmth. It felt more like a mocking grin than a sincere expression.

"It's a special occasion," he uttered, rising from his seat.

The servant poured wine into my father's glass, followed by mine. As each person's glass was filled, my father surveyed the room, his eyes lingering on each individual.

"Well, now that everyone is gathered here, eagerly anticipating the announcement… Everyone, I officially declare that I will step down as the Alpha of Golden Hades and pass the mantle to my son," he proclaimed. I gazed at him, a mixture of amusement and surprise washing over me upon hearing his words.

Did I hear it correctly? Is he truly relinquishing his position?

Congratulations and well wishes flooded in from everyone, and I accepted them with gratitude. However, my surprise deepened when I learned of the condition attached to this transfer of power.

“Only if, Blaze will get married.”

"Excuse me?" I couldn't contain my reaction. He met my gaze, his smile now tinged with amusement.

"You heard me, my son. If you desire the throne, you must first take a wife," he reiterated.

The room fell into a hushed silence as I glared at my father. I couldn't say that I welcomed this stipulation.

I had attempted to court various women, but none had captured my heart. Marriage was not something I was prepared for at the moment.

"Father, can we discuss this thing first?" I confronted him, my voice tinged with frustration. He regarded me sternly.

"We can discuss it, but only after you marry and present a wife before me," he retorted. I stood up, facing him directly.

"That's absurd! You have no intention of relinquishing power to me. That's the real truth!" I exclaimed, raising my voice. My mother rose from her seat, a frown etched across her face as she looked at me.

"Blaze! Don't speak to your father like that! He is simply concerned for your wellbeing!" My mother reprimanded. I scoffed in disbelief.

"Seriously? If he's concerned, why am I being forced to marry someone? I don't need a woman to..." I began, but my father interrupted me.

"As an Alpha of the pack, you require a Luna by your side. Use your intellect for once, Blaze! You're no longer a child, and you must shoulder responsibilities," my father asserted. I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"I don't need a Luna’s help! Currently, I have no need for one. If I were to accept a Luna, she would be my mate!" I retorted. My father smirked and casually patted my shoulders, treating my words as a joke.

"Well then, you better get started," he remarked.

The urge to punch him or unleash a string of curses surged within me. Without uttering another word, I drained the last drop of wine from my glass, rose from the table, and left the room.

The atmosphere in there was suffocating and aggravating. Why did my father insist on me marrying before bestowing the alpha rights upon me?

"Blaze, are you alright?" my wolf, Knoxx, inquired. I let out a sigh and made my way to my favorite spot—the balcony.

Upon reaching it, I retrieved a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and extracted one.

My lighter emerged from another pocket, and I ignited the cigarette. With a sigh, I gazed at the night sky, adorned with twinkling stars against the backdrop of darkness.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just pondering why my father insists on me marrying first before declaring me as the next Alpha," I mused, shaking my head slightly.

"So, should we search for our mate then?" Knoxx proposed.

VIDA

As I laid eyes on the man standing on the balcony, my heart began to race.

‘Thump… Thump… thump…’

Its beats echoed so loudly that even my breath caught in my throat. It was the first time I had encountered such a strikingly handsome man in my entire life.

Well, not that he was the only one, but seeing him in person like this was both shocking and mesmerizing.

I had often heard other omegas talk about Blaze, the heir of the Golden Hades pack, as an Alpha, but I never imagined he would be this breathtaking.

"He's so captivating..." I whispered dreamily.

His features were undeniably dashing, resembling a prince from the pages of a fairytale.

It was the kind of charm that could hold any female lead's gaze endlessly. I was certain that everyone, myself included, couldn't help but indulge in fantasies of being his Luna.

His grace and handsomeness were truly exceptional. I had initially believed people were exaggerating, but they weren't.

His eyes shone like yellow sapphires when touched by the sun's rays, and they sparkled like twinkling stars in the night sky.

His nose was straight, and his lips were so alluring that one couldn't help but imagine pressing their own against them.

And then, my gaze wandered downward, and I noticed his broad shoulders.

"Oh, how would it feel to be embraced by those strong arms?" I mused with a smile, sighing wistfully.

But I quickly shook my head, scolding myself for entertaining such thoughts. I shouldn't let my mind wander like this!

Just as I was lost in my reverie, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder, causing me to squeak in surprise.

"Ack!"

"Oh! I apologize for startling you," she said.

I blinked repeatedly and saw a petite girl before me, her eyes downcast and her hands clasped together nervously. She was dressed in worn helper's attire.

I studied her closely, trying to recall who she might be, until it dawned on me.

She was the girl who had spoken to me earlier, but she wasn't looking at me with contempt this time. I remembered her name: Sonia.

"You’re name is Sonia, right?" I inquired. She glanced at me and nodded.

"Yes, that's me. I apologize if I startled you," Sonia replied. I shook my head and focused on her.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. She averted her gaze, then looked down.

"I noticed you gazing at the balcony. That's where the young master spends his alone time. But it's best if you leave now. It won't benefit you to stay longer than necessary. What if some higherranked individuals spotted you? You could face punishment," she warned.

My eyes widened. ‘Oh no! I must have been staring at the heir for too long. I need to leave!’ I bowed and nodded.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I stared at the heir for too long," I admitted, feeling ashamed.

Earlier, I was eager to go home, yet here I am, transfixed by him like an infatuated girl. "Thank you for letting me know."

"No, it's alright. Many girls fall for him, and those who are deemed disrespectful face severe consequences," she revealed, sounding frightened. Her words warmed my heart.

Sonia, she was kind enough to inform me, hoping I wouldn't end up like the others.

"Thank you for telling me. I should go first," I acknowledged.

Sonia nodded and waved me off. I cast one last glance at the heir before exiting the mansion and heading home.

Glancing at the clock, I realized I only had three hours left before work.

‘Would I even have time to sleep?‘

"I really shouldn't have stared at him for so long. I should have come home right away," I murmured to myself, filled with regret for lingering to admire him.

Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. Upon arriving home, I noticed Auntie Olivia engrossed in watching television.

"I'm back, Auntie," I greeted her, but she simply ignored me without asking about what happened.

Shrugging it off, I made my way to my room in the attic to freshen up. Settling down on the old chair I used for studying, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and frowned upon seeing the hideous prosthetic on my face.

With a heavy sigh, I started removing it, a task that proved more challenging than applying it.

It would take at least half an hour, and I needed to apply some toner to prevent any damage to my skin. Sleep wasn't an option if I wanted to be efficient at work.

"Good luck to me," I forced a strained smile, releasing another sigh as I shook my head.

After thirty minutes of painstaking effort, I finally finished removing the prosthetic.

A sense of relief washed over me as I applied toner to my face. I stretched my tired arms, which had been diligently working to rid my face of makeup, and observed my reflection in the mirror.

Tilting my head, I couldn't help but smile. The only thing I could thank my parents for was bestowing upon me this face.

However, I wondered if this face was cursed, considering how rare it was for an omega to possess such beauty.

It's not that I am vain, but I must admit that I am content with this appearance. Yet, Auntie was right—it attracted trouble.

A beautiful omega was seen as a sin, an unspoken rule dictating that one should not surpass the higher ranks in beauty. With another sigh, I made my way to the bed, where I sat and lay down for a while, lost in my thoughts.

"I should take a quick nap," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

However, instead of drifting off to sleep, my mind wandered to the vivid memory of encountering the heir on the balcony.

Startled, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Images of being embraced by him, nestled against his chest, with tender caresses and a gentle kiss on my forehead flooded my thoughts.

Ah, wouldn't that be wonderful? My cheeks flushed at the mere thought.

“Oh no!” I shook my head and lightly slapped my cheeks. "Snap out of it, Vida! That's just a fantasy!"

Glancing at my wristwatch, panic struck me. It was almost time for my shift!

I sat up abruptly, feeling a jolt of shock. I had been daydreaming for an entire hour! I needed to leave immediately!

Hastily, I rose from my seat, grabbed my bag from the table, and tiptoed downstairs, anxious not to disturb anyone so early in the morning.

Then, propelled by a sense of urgency, I sprinted as if my life depended on it. Well, in a way, it truly did.

VIDA

I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me, but despite my efforts, I still ended up being thirty minutes late. Gasping for breath, I reached my station only to be confronted by my sternfaced supervisor, who narrowed her eyes at me.

"You're half an hour late," she declared. I lowered my gaze, feeling helpless.

Even if I explained that it was unintentional, I knew she would still impose a punishment. There was no room for appeals from those lower in the ranks, especially someone like me whom they refer as, freak.

"I apologize. It won't happen again," I muttered, mustering the courage to look at her. I noticed her left eyebrow arching skeptically.

"OF COURSE! YOU BETTER NOT! WE'RE PAYING YOU TO DO YOUR JOB! TIME IS PRECIOUS, AND CUSTOMERS SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE OF YOU!" She shouted, angrily.

I nervously bit my lower lip, aware of the attention from onlookers. The shame of my tardiness weighed heavily on me, yet no one seemed to care about my exhaustion or lack of sleep.

"I'm truly sorry!" I pleaded, bowing my head. I yearned for her to cease her tirade as my head throbbed. She grunted in response, shaking her head. Rubbing her temples, she finally glanced at me.

"You, step away from your station. I'll assign your punishment for being late," she commanded, then turned away.

Hastily, I abandoned my post and followed her. However, as we reached the designated spot for my penalty, a frown etched itself on my face. "Since you had the audacity to arrive late, your task is to clean up this area!"

In a hushed voice, I muttered, "The factory's backyard?"

My gaze fell upon the sea of waste and debris that cluttered the space. There was an overwhelming amount to clean up.

‘Could I handle it?’ Exhaustion threatened to consume me, but I knew I couldn't voice my complaints.

"Yes, any thoughts? If you don't want a repeat of this, you better arrive on time!" she scolded, her tone harsh.

With a forceful push, she ushered me out of the building and promptly shut the door.

Letting out a sigh, I made my way to the location where cleaning supplies were distributed.

A separate building housed these items, and it was there that I headed. A lowerranking supervisor, responsible for overseeing the backyard cleaning, sat behind a desk, engrossed in paperwork. I approached her cautiously.

"Excuse me, may I request a set of cleaning equipment?" I inquired. She scrutinized me from head to toe.

"Are you here as a form of punishment?" she asked.

I nodded, averting my gaze. A sigh escaped her lips as she rose from her seat. Handing me the cleaning gear, she pointed towards a locker.

"You can find the necessary tools in there."

"Thank you." After donning a mask to shield my face, I retrieved the cleaning implements from the designated locker.

With a heavy heart, I stepped outside. The sight of the towering mound of waste and rubbish greeted me in the backyard.

Taking another deep breath, I commenced my arduous task. However, a throbbing headache plagued me. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and my next chance for a meal would only come after five long hours.

Slowly but diligently, I worked my way through the debris, meticulously segregating each item and disposing of it in the appropriate trash bins.

Eventually, the waste was contained within large garbage bags and deposited into the designated receptacle.

These circumstances in my life felt like an ongoing penance, a punishment befitting a cursed soul. Perhaps I deserved it for being a burdened child.

Yet, at times, I allowed myself to entertain a hopeful notion.

What if I had been born into a loving, normal family?

What if I had caring aunts and uncles who cherished me for who I am, supporting and nurturing me?

Such dreams seemed enticing, but they were nothing more than fleeting illusions. Reality dictated otherwise.

There were moments when I contemplated what it would have been like if I had perished alongside my parents.

At least then, I wouldn't be alone, spared from the hardships and animosity of others.

"I miss you, Mom and Dad," I whispered, taking a moment to catch my breath and sit down. A heavy sigh escaped my lips.

"Well, time to get back to work," I muttered, preparing to resume my cleaning duties, when a familiar voice caught my attention.

‘Wait, isn't that Roxanne's voice?’ Curiosity piqued, I moved towards the area where I could eavesdrop on Roxanne's conversation.

And there she was, near the backyard, engaged in conversation with a man.

Roxanne, a bully I had the misfortune of working with, outranked me. She was the daughter of a beta and had also inherited the beta status.

Her outfit consisted of a halter top and highwaisted tight jeans. The makeup on her face, intended to create a dewy look, only made her sharp eyes resemble those of a villain from a melodramatic TV series.

As she started to glance in my direction, I quickly sought refuge behind a large trash bin. I knew that if she spotted me, I would become the target of her wrath once again.

I wasn't sure why she singled me out, but I tolerated it out of fear of enduring more bruises. Peeking out, I observed her conversing with an unfamiliar man.

‘Who could he be, and what were they discussing?’

"The Alpha's mansion is hosting a forthcoming party," the man spoke, his gaze fixed on Roxanne in an unsettling manner.

A sly smirk formed on Roxanne's lips upon hearing his words. My heart raced.

The Alpha's mansion, where my auntie worked, would be the venue for this party.

Anticipation surged within me, as I was certain my auntie would need extra assistance. Such events required numerous helping hands.

However, before I could fully process this exciting thought, I suddenly noticed a pair of black stilettos right in front of me.

Tilting my head upward, I received a stinging slap across my face, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground. Without mercy, Roxanne proceeded to kick me repeatedly in the stomach.

"Ouch!" I cried out, enduring the agonizing blows. She then yanked my hair, forcing me to face her. Fear gripped me as I awaited her next move.

"II'm... sorry... Please, have mercy on me..." I stuttered, my voice trembling. A malicious smirk adorned her face as she shook her head.

"Why would I? You're so pathetic! I despise you! Ugly! Freak! Murdered" she spat out each word with venom.

Does she truly hate me? But what have I done to deserve her animosity? I haven't wronged her in any way!

With a forceful shove, she sent me crashing into the trash bins. I landed facefirst on the ground, the impact causing immense pain throughout my body.

To add insult to injury, she pressed her heels against my face, grinding it into the dirt.

"Know your damn place, you wretched bitch!" she exclaimed, delivering another vicious kick that sent me sprawling into the trash heap.

Suppressing my cries, I braced myself for further torment, fully expecting her to return and inflict more pain upon me.

‘When will this torment ever come to an end?’

BLAZE

I glanced behind me and spotted my father, a wine glass held in his right hand, observing me. He possessed a notorious stern expression that often intimidated others, but not me.

Facing him, I took a drag from the cigarette lodged between my index and middle finger before uttering a few words.

"Are you here to tell me that you want to pass on the throne to me without any conditions?" My father gazed at me with disappointment and let out a sigh. It irked me, but I concealed my true feelings.

"Why don't you grow up, Blaze? Your mother and I won't always be there to shield you," he remarked, joining me and gazing at the stars. I scoffed.

"I know. But you should also know that I have no desire to get married. So why are you so insistent on arranging a marriage for me?" My father locked eyes with me, his breath heavy.

"You're at the age where you should assume the role of the pack's Alpha, and a chosen Luna would assist you in caring for the pack. I don't want the burden of pack responsibilities to weigh on you while you manage the company," he explained.

It was the first time I witnessed my father in such a vulnerable state.

"I understand..." I pondered my emotions in response. It felt as though there was more to this situation than met the eye. Something lingered beneath the surface.

"I don't care who you select as your Luna. Whether they're of lower rank or even an omega, it makes no difference to me. I simply want you to get married and settle down," my father stated.

Our eyes met, and I recognized the familiarity in his gaze, mirroring my own. Letting out a sigh, I stubbed out the cigarette on the stone railing of the balcony and departed.

Leaving the mansion behind, I embarked on a stroll. My father's announcement and his words continued to weigh heavily on my mind.

‘Seek a bride? If I were to embark on such a quest, it would likely take me numerous days, if not years, to find my true mate!’

"I can sense it, Blaze! Our mate is just close by," Knoxx exclaimed with excitement, but I couldn't share the same sentiment.

"Are you certain about it Knoxx? Finding my soulmate could take months or even years. Worse yet, she might not even be alive," I grumbled, feeling Knoxx's disagreement through our bond.

"No, I'm certain she's nearby. I felt it, although it was faint. Perhaps she hasn't realized we're destined mates yet!" Knoxx insisted.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. ‘Whatever.’

If she comes, both of us will know. The moon goddess will reveal it. I lost track of time, but when I encountered a pack member, they smiled at me.

"Congratulations Mr. Blaze Dawson," they said. I nodded and continued walking past them. As I distanced myself, a frown creased my brow.

"It seems the news has already reached the pack members," I remarked to Knoxx. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's bound to happen. After all, you're the heir and the strongest wolf in the pack," he explained. I shook my head, trying not to dwell on it.

Many pack members congratulated me, but I brushed them off. Their wellwishes didn't sit well with me. Then I overheard two betas conversing.

"I heard the Alpha is planning a ball for the heir," the female beta said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, really? I heard the same. It seems the Alpha wants to find a partner, rather a wife for the heir. Do you think we might have a chance?" another female beta giggled.

I rolled my eyes as I know I have standards. ‘I'm not desperate to choose just anyone besides my mate!’

"Damn it!" I had no idea about this ball they were discussing. I needed to speak with my mother about it.

I returned to the mansion to find her, but she wasn't in her room. ‘Where could she be?’

Then I spotted an omega cleaning the windows. I called out to her.

"You," I exclaimed. The omega turned and immediately averted her gaze onto me. I approached her.

"What do you need, heir?" she asked. I sighed, adopting a stern expression.

"Where is my mother?" I inquired. She gestured towards the east wing with her arm.

"She's in the drawing room, heir. She mentioned working on her embroidery." Without wasting any time, I left and headed to the drawing room, where I found my mother engrossed in her peaceful activities. I approached her.

"Mother, what is this I've heard? Father is organizing a ball? For what? For whom?" I demanded. My mother looked at me and let out a sigh.

"Yes, it's been decided. For you, son. And like we’ve mentioned, it's for your own good," she responded. I ran my hands through my hair, staring at her with anger.

"Do you know about all of father's plans, mother?" I questioned.

She averted her gaze and remained silent. I was beyond angry, I was furious!

Why couldn't they just let me handle things as though time wasn't running out? Rolling my eyes, I turned to leave when my mother called out to me.

"Where are you going, Blaze?" she asked. I scoffed at her.

"Away from all of you!" I snapped. I left the mansion to calm my nerves. If I didn't leave, I would unleash chaos inside. I made my way to the back forest, stripped off my clothes, and prepared to run with Knoxx.

"Knoxx, take over! I need to get out of here!" I instructed.

Closing my eyes, I embraced my shift. I felt my bones break and reform, transforming into my wolf form. Opening my eyes, I darted out of the mansion's grounds. I needed to run, to clear my head and think.

"Where shall we go?" Knoxx asked. Only one place came to mind.

"To La Selena Lake," I replied. Knoxx nodded and raced towards our destination. It was the perfect spot to bask under the moonlight.

When I was young, I was told that La Selena Lake was the dwelling place of the Moon Goddess, although no one had ever proven it.

The first time I shifted into my wolf form, I visited the lake for a soothing soak. As I arrived, I allowed Knoxx to lead.

I took in the breathtaking scenery—the lake's water mirroring the sky. I leaped into the lake and chose not to return to my human form.

The serene waters calmed me as I swam around, and then I noticed someone on the other side of the lake—a woman.

‘What was she doing here?’ I was curious.

‘Could she not hear me?’ I contemplated approaching her and reverting to my human form, but before I could act, someone called out to me.

"Sir Blaze!" They called. It was the mansion's guards and the beta warriors. I rolled my eyes.

"Your mother requested us to bring you back," they informed me.

I glanced at where the woman had been, but then decided to comply and accompany them. The woman's tranquility was disrupted, so I followed them. I don’t want to cause her trouble.

‘Would I have the chance to meet her again?’

VIDA

“Argh! What’s more to deal with?”

Another exhausting day had passed, and I despised the fact that Roxanne had caught me eavesdropping and decided to beat me up for it.

The upcoming party at the Alpha's mansion was just a few days away, and although I couldn't attend, the mere thought of catching a glimpse of the Alpha's son made my heart race with excitement.

I knew I had to calm down and regain my composure.

"Ahh! It hurts!" I exclaimed, clutching my stomach where Roxanne had relentlessly kicked me earlier.

If I were an average person, I was certain I would have suffered from internal organ bleeding.

In a peculiar way, I found myself grateful for my halfwerewolf nature, even though my wolf hadn't fully emerged yet. With a sigh, I acknowledged the need for some relaxation.

Hence, after finishing my work, I made up my mind to visit La Selena Lake.

Legends claimed it was the abode of the Moon Goddess, and in all honesty, I believed there was some truth to those tales.

Whenever I immersed myself in the waters of La Selena Lake, it felt as if the Moon Goddess herself was soothing my pain, worries, and troubles.

With my body aching all over, I strolled toward the lake at a leisurely pace, contemplating why Roxanne harbored such intense animosity toward me when I hadn't done anything to provoke her.

After a halfhour trek, I finally reached the breathtaking scenery of La Selena Lake—lush greens, towering trees, and a gentle breeze that provided solace to my weary soul.

"If only I could build a house in this idyllic place and experience this tranquility every day," I murmured with a smile.

Gazing at the calm and crystalclear lake waters, I marveled at their beauty and serenity. Encouraged by the inviting atmosphere, I decided to take a dip.

Methodically, I removed my clothes, neatly folding them for later use and stowing them in my bag. Testing the water with my feet, I found it to be the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold.

With that assurance, I stepped into the lake, embracing my nudity, and settled on a stone near the bank, where I had placed my belongings.

As I closed my eyes, it felt as if I was merging with the water, experiencing an unparalleled sense of relaxation.

A blissful smile crossed my face when I realized that the lake water was indeed alleviating the pain that had burdened me earlier.

"Ah! Heaven! This is truly incredible..."

Gazing into the reflective waters, I noticed a cut on my lips and I instinctively touched it. “Ouch!”

Perhaps Roxanne had inflicted it during her slap earlier. I let out a sigh. This wasn't the first time I had acquired such bruises.

Sometimes, when my auntie's husband, Uncle Flavio, returned home under the influence of alcohol, he would subject me to his brutal beatings until he was satisfied.

And sometimes, when Auntie is not around, he’d do more terrible things like touching my private parts, which is really disgusting.

As for Auntie Olivia, she never intervened, and my cousins, who witnessed my torment, remained silent. I didn't expect them to come to my aid. For them, I am not a family.

"But I still hope and I yearn to be loved someday," I whispered with a melancholic smile, averting my gaze.

Just as I was about to swim away, the sound of footsteps reached my ears. My senses had been on high alert.

I quickly hid and surveyed the area to identify the source. To my surprise, I spotted some familiarlooking guards from the mansion, drenched and unclothed.

“Sir Blaze!”

‘Blaze? The Alpha's son was here? Why hadn't I heard his arrival or sensed his presence?’

"What is he doing here?" I questioned myself, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Blaze was here while I was swimming? Did he see me naked?" The thought flushed my cheeks, but I quickly brushed it aside. Perhaps I was just imagining things, and he hadn't caught a glimpse of me.

One of the guards informed Blaze, “Young Master, your mother has requested for your presence,'" I observed. I watched as Blaze let out a sigh and briefly glanced back before nodding in response.

"Fine. Whatever, let’s go!" Blaze muttered before departing with them.

Confusion engulfed me. ‘Why did he look back? Could it be that he had actually seen me?’

Shaking my head, I realized it wasn't the right time to dwell on such thoughts. ‘What if someone came back and discovered me here?’

The memory of Sonia's warnings about the unfortunate shewolves who admired Blaze sent a shiver down my spine.

"I think it's best if I leave," I whispered to myself, gathering my belongings and hurriedly getting dressed.

Once everything was in order, I dashed away without a pause until I reached my auntie's house, gasping for breath.

Thoughts of Blaze and the expression on his face consumed my mind. It seemed as if he had noticed me.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I pushed those thoughts away. A part of me hoped he hadn't recognized me, while another part secretly wished that he had.

After catching my breath, I entered the house and noticed Auntie Olivia holding a notebook.

"Auntie, I’m home," I announced, only to be met with a scowl from Auntie.

"Where were you? Why did you just come home now? Do you know what time is it?" she inquired, her tone accusatory. I lowered my gaze.

"Uhm... I..." I trailed off, knowing that Auntie wouldn't care to listen. I braced myself for her anger, but to my surprise, she simply walked away.

I felt a mixture of shock and disbelief. Normally, she would have lashed out at me immediately.

"Vida, the Alpha's family is hosting a grand party for the heir in a few days. You need to be prepared because I will pass on all the knowledge and recipes I have made exclusively for the Alpha's family," my auntie informed me.

I blinked rapidly, as my heart filling with happiness. Auntie was going to teach me everything I needed to know about the Alpha's preferences. Perhaps, at times, I could cook the dishes the heir enjoyed.

"Okay, Auntie. I understand," I replied. I noticed a twitch in her right eyebrow as she looked away, jotting down notes in her small booklet.

I couldn't help but smile before heading to my room in the attic, excitedly settling down on my bed.

My heart raced at the thought of the heir. ‘Would Blaze remember me once he saw me up close?’

BLAZE

I've been in a terrible mood since yesterday. I haven't been talking to my mother or father because they're too preoccupied with the party preparations, which they claim is for my sake. But it's far from enjoyable.

"Hello, young heir," greeted a delegate's daughter with a smile. I nodded and glanced at her from head to toe.

I couldn't say I was impressed with her appearance. She reminded me of the women I've encountered before, just like the ones I had casual encounters with—no strings attached.

I moved on and greeted another woman, but the spark was absent. I let out a grunt.

‘Why do I have to go through this?’ I looked at my animated father and mother engrossed in conversation with others. Shaking my head, I decided to escape the small gathering and retreat to my room.

Once inside, I sighed and collapsed onto my bed, feeling the exhaustion in my body. Being around those pretentious people was suffocating. I shook my head, hoping my mother wouldn't come looking for me because I had fulfilled my obligations.

"Damn it! I want to escape this hellhole!" I whispered with frustration, letting out a sigh. However, my thoughts drifted towards the woman I had seen yesterday.

Although I hadn't seen her face clearly, I knew she was beautiful. My heart yearned for her as if I wanted to hold her in my arms. I envisioned her face and body in my hands.

"Ha! You've got a boner," Knoxx giggled, interrupting my thoughts. I frowned and glanced down, realizing it was true. I rubbed my temples, feeling the tightness in my pants.

"Shut up, Knoxx!" I snapped, deciding to ignore him. I went to fetch some alcohol from my collection in the room. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey malt, opened it, and drank straight from the bottle.

The liquid provided a temporary sense of calmness. The taste and warmth of the malt lingered in my throat.

"Hey, are you okay?" Knoxx inquired, but I didn't respond. I could feel the alcohol starting to take effect, making me slightly tipsy. Then, the woman by the lake came to mind.

"I want to see her," I whispered, downing the alcohol and leaving my room. I left the mansion, heading towards La Selena Lake, hoping to find the woman there.

Upon arrival, I noticed someone sitting near the lake's banks. Due to the alcohol in my system, her face appeared blurred. However, I knew she was the woman I had seen yesterday. I rushed to her side and embraced her.

"What" she began to speak, but I silenced her with a kiss.

The sensation of holding her in my arms overwhelmed me. There was an electrifying excitement, as if she was the missing piece to my incomplete self.

I desired her intensely. I wanted to merge with her, to teach her how to kiss until she mastered it. Her already sweet lips became even more enticing. She didn't resist me.

"Shh, trust me and just be with me," I whispered in her ear, planting butterfly kisses on her neck and collarbones.

What was that intoxicating scent of lilies emanating from her? It intensified the intoxication I was already feeling.

Despite not seeing her face clearly, I knew she was the most stunning person I had ever encountered.

"II…OOkay," she stammered, her breath hitching as I slid my hands inside her clothes and gently squeezed her right breast.

A moan escaped her lips, causing a smirk to play on mine. Her moans were like music to my ears. I didn't want to continue here; I needed to take her somewhere more private.

That's when I remembered the cottage near the lake, and I led her there.

Once we got inside, I passionately kissed her, as if wanting to etch myself into every part of her being.

One by one, I removed her clothes while peppering kisses on every inch of skin my lips could reach. I guided her to the bed, feeling her tremble in my embrace. I undressed myself, revealing my naked body, which only heightened the allure and sexiness of the moment.

"Oh my..." a whisper escaped her lips, followed by a moan. I could feel her wetness, a clear invitation for me to explore her depths.

It was enticing, nearly driving me to the edge of my sanity. This was undoubtedly the most pleasurable encounter I had ever experienced.

"I'm going in..." I whispered, locking eyes with her as she nodded in agreement.

Without further words, I pushed my erect and hardened member inside her. I winced slightly as she was incredibly tight, indicating that it was likely her first time.

"Ah... It hurts!" she squeaked, her nails digging into my back. I gazed at her, concern evident in my eyes.

"Relax, take a deep breath," I whispered soothingly. She nodded, doing her best to relax.

Once she ceased clenching around me, I carefully thrust inside her again, successfully penetrating fully.

I allowed her a moment to catch her breath before whispering once more, "I'm going to start moving." Without waiting for her response, I began to thrust inside her, creating a rhythm of pleasure and desire. “Fuck!”

"Ah... Oh... pplease… be gentle," she cried out. I panted as I continued thrusting into her. But I couldn't comply with her request.

She felt incredibly snug and tight around me, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"I'm sorry, my dear. But I can't control myself. I can’t help but fuck you hard," I whispered, the only sounds in the cottage being our shared moans and groans.

It was an exhilarating moment. After a few more thrusts, I reached my climax, releasing every last drop of my essence inside her.

Both of us were left panting heavily. I gently withdrew from her and touched my left hand’s fingers. As I touched the ring, I removed it from my index finger. It was a ring my mother had given me.

“Son, once you found your mate, or the woman you wished to be your Luna, give her this ring. Wear it to her.” This was my mother’s words when she handed me the ring the moment I shifted to my wolf.

And now, here I am, doing what my mother had requested.

I placed it in the woman’s hand. Everything was bizarre and her face is still blurry.

"Wear this and come to the ball. As long as you wear this, I will find you," I murmured, sliding the ring onto her finger.

Overwhelmed by fatigue and haze, I collapsed beside her, drifting off into a deep sleep.

THIRD PERSON

Roxanne's excitement soared upon hearing about the upcoming party at the alpha's mansion. This was her moment to shine. “I’m going to be the future Luna of this pack!”

As the daughter of a beta, she had been serving the alpha's family ever since they joined their ranks.

Having come from a different clan, Roxanne was grateful for the acceptance they received. Now, standing outside her workplace, she turned to her trusted companion, Norman, who had faithfully served her.

"Are you certain about this information?" Roxanne inquired. Dressed in a leather jacket, black pants, and sturdy boots, Norman nodded with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Absolutely sure. The alpha's family is making preparations for the heir's party," he affirmed.

“Well, the perfect timing has come…”

Roxanne's smile widened as she nodded in satisfaction. She had set her sights on becoming the next Luna and was determined not to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

However, her attention was soon diverted when she noticed someone eavesdropping on their conversation—a favorite target for her bullying antics, Vida.

Roxanne's first encounter with Vida had occurred when they were young, and she couldn't help but envy the beauty that seemed to attract every guy's attention whenever Vida passed by.

Yet, Roxanne considered herself luckier than her in some ways. Rumors circulated that Vida's aunt held an intense animosity towards her, stemming from an incident involving Vida's parents, for which she bore the blame.

The details remained unknown, and even Norman couldn't uncover any information about her.

"You've been eavesdropping on me, on us, haven't you?" Roxanne uttered, a smile creeping across her face. Vida looked at Roxanne fearfully, unable to respond.

"II'm sorry! I ddidn't mmean to…" Vida stammered, her voice trembling.

Roxanne smirked and slapped Vida across the face, followed by a few kicks to her stomach. She didn't care if Vida lived or died; Norman could take care of the aftermath.

Besides, would Vida's aunt even notice if her little niece didn't return home? She won’t care, for sure.

To Roxanne's surprise, Vida was still breathing. Losing interest, Roxanne decided to leave. She needed to focus on preparing a gown that would capture the heir's attention.

"You may go now," Roxanne dismissed Norman, who nodded and departed.

Returning to her work, Roxanne planned to go shopping after her shift ended. A few hours later, she headed to a boutique that offered highquality dresses.

She selected a royal blue goddess dress adorned with gold accents. It complemented her well and exuded an elegant aura.

Roxanne was confident that the heir would notice her or would be enchanted with her.

She purchased the dress at a reasonable price and hurried home.

"I'm going to catch Blaze's eye!" she exclaimed with excitement.

After arriving at her house, she took a bath, applied makeup, and slipped into the dress to try it on. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt satisfied with her appearance.

Without any plans for the rest of the day, she changed her clothes and she made her way to the Alpha’s mansion, relishing the gazes of admiration directed her way.

Roxanne's confidence soared as sudden thought came to her mind. She need to seduce Blaze or caught his attention no matter what, or sleep with him before the announcement.

However, her plans were disrupted when she noticed Blaze leaving the mansion.

Determined, she followed him to his room, contemplating whether to run with him or wait for an opportunity.

She also observed that Blaze was holding a bottle of whiskey, leaving the mansion.

Roxanne trailed behind him until they reached La Selena Lake, where she discovered him with another woman.

"Who the hell is that woman?" Roxanne whispered angrily. Stealthily, she approached to get a better look, her eyes widening in shock.

It wasn't just any girl—it was Vida.

‘What was she doing here with Blaze?’ Roxanne witnessed the passionate kisses they shared, seething with jealousy.

However, she couldn't burst in and accuse them of an affair since neither of them was involved with anyone else.

"Be with me," Blaze whispered to Vida, and she eagerly nodded, almost in a trance.

Blaze led her to a cottage near the lake, where their passionate and pleasurable encounter continued.

Roxanne watched them, imagining herself in the arms of the future Alpha. She bit her lip, filled with envy, as she witnessed their intimate moments.

Glaring at Vida, who now rested in the embrace of the future alpha, Roxanne whispered in anger, "I should be the one in his arms, not you, bitch!" The sound of their moans and groans only fueled her frustration.

After their intense session, Roxanne noticed that Blaze had given Vida something from his pocket—a ring. It was an old gold ring with a diamond atop it.

Although worn with age, Roxanne believed it to be a precious heirloom passed down through generations. It should have been hers, if not for Vida's interference.

Determined to make Vida pay for her actions and claim her position as the next Luna, Roxanne left and returned home. Upon arriving, she summoned Norman.

"My Lady, you called for me?" Norman observed his mistress's distress and anger, his left eyebrow raised inquisitively. "Who angered you?"

"That bitch made me furious!" Roxanne exclaimed, looking at him. She stood up and walked toward him, capturing his lips in a kiss.

"Have sex with me!"

"Whoa! Really? You called me here for that reason? Not that I'm complaining," Norman replied with his usual grin.

Roxanne rolled her eyes, undressed herself, and pressed against Norman, who willingly engaged in their passionate encounter. Their lips met fervently, but Roxanne pulled away and stared into his eyes.

"Leave plenty of marks! Do you understand me? And tomorrow, we're going to abduct someone! Vida needs to learn a lesson about coveting what isn't hers!" Roxanne said through gritted teeth.

Norman continued to kiss and suck on her neck, leaving behind numerous love bites as she had requested. He nodded, a satisfied grin on his lips.

"Copy that, my lady." Norman kissed her lips and caressed her body.

"Shall we continue here, or would you prefer to move to the bed?" Norman inquired, but Roxanne responded by kissing him with the same intensity as before.

“Fuck me, hard!”