The Alpha's Daughter Wants Revenge

Later that day, I found myself tasked with cleaning the guest rooms. As I went about my duties, finishing one room and moving on to the next, I had no idea of the shocking sight that awaited me.

Upon opening the door, my eyes widened in disbelief, and a sharp pain pierced through my chest. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. Their gaze landed on me, and while he appeared startled, she wore a smug expression.

Overwhelmed by the sight before me, I quickly shut the door, unable to find the right words to express my emotions. Pain coursed through my entire being, and I clutched my chest with one hand while hugging the broom close to me with the other.

Seeking solace, I rushed to another guest room, finding refuge within its confines as tears streamed down my face. The weight of the moment made it difficult to breathe; my lungs burned, and my body ached. The scene played over and over in my mind, tormenting me with each repetition.

My mate. And my...ex-best friend.

Luciano and Heather.

They were...engaged in actions I couldn't bear to comprehend.

But despite the overwhelming pain, I fought against it. Rising to my feet, I mustered the strength to continue cleaning, moving from one room to another in a robotic fashion.

As I entered the final room, occupied with tidying the cupboards, I heard the door open and close. Startled, I turned around, only to come face to face with him. Images of the previous encounter flooded my mind, but I forced them away, trying to remain composed.

"Aerowyn," I heard him say, his voice caressing my name. It sounded almost pleasant, coming from his mouth. "Aerowyn," he repeated. I turned to face him, my confusion evident. "Yes, Alpha Robinson?" I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Can I help you?" I added, unsure of his intentions.

"Yes, you can," he responded, his words carrying a different tone. I was taken aback. Didn't he despise me?

It was in that moment that I caught a glimpse of the expression on his face—lust.

I gasped, instinctively taking a step back, fear coursing through my veins. He growled softly, his predatory aura intensifying. Desperate to escape, I turned to run, but he was in front of me in an instant, his werewolf speed unparalleled.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I found myself forcefully pressed against the wall, his strong presence pinning me in place. His gaze burned with desire as he looked at me.

"Luciano, stop," I pleaded weakly, my voice barely audible. He growled in response. "You don't want this. You're not in the right state of mind," I struggled to reason with him. "You don't know what I want," he growled back, dismissive of my concerns.

"Please, stop," I cried out, my voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell me what to do!" He snarled, tightening his grip on my wrists, causing me pain. "Please, sto-" I was abruptly cut off as he crushed his lips against mine.

At first, shock consumed me, rendering me motionless. But as he pressed his lips more firmly against mine, I found myself responding, my eyes closing as I moved my lips in sync with him.

Fireworks exploded within me as he gently bit my lower lip, his tongue slipping into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, our lips moving in perfect harmony. A low moan escaped me, prompting his approving growl.

His hands roamed over my body, and then, with a suddenness that left me breathless, his hands slipped beneath my t-shirt, igniting a kaleidoscope of sensations.

In that moment, everything faded away, and I was lost in a blissful haze of passion.

Until...

Until I heard it, a sound that shattered the hazy fog surrounding me like a thunderstorm. The distinct sound of his zipper being undone. In that instant, reality crashed back upon me, and I refused to let this nightmare become my reality.

With a surge of strength, I pushed him away, gasping in disbelief. "Luciano," I uttered, my voice filled with both shock and determination. No, this couldn't happen. I wouldn't allow it.

But Luciano, fueled by his desires, gripped my waist and forcefully threw me onto the bed. Fear coursed through me, and tears streamed down my cheeks like an unending waterfall. I fought to rise, but he swiftly moved, pinning me down with one hand while I struggled beneath his grip. I cried out, pleading for him to stop.

Ignoring my pleas, he forced his lips upon mine once more. This time, it was anything but soft or gentle. It was rough, painful, and filled with a cruel intensity. He bit my lower lip harshly, causing me to hiss in pain as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It was my own blood, a bitter reminder of the violation I was enduring.

Meanwhile, his other hand moved to my jeans, unzipping them as I thrashed beneath him. I screamed for help, a desperate plea that I knew would go unanswered. I was trapped, my voice unheard, my suffering invisible.

In that moment, instinct took over, and I resorted to the only option that seemed viable. I mustered all my strength and delivered a swift kick to a vulnerable area. As he rolled off me, clutching his injured groin, I seized the opportunity to escape. With trembling legs, I stood up and ran toward the door.