Aline´s POV:
The walls of the Breeder's residence felt like a cage, confining me to a life I never chose. Each day blended into the next, a monotonous cycle of servitude and isolation. But even in the midst of this suffocating existence, there was a glimmer of hope that kept me going. His name was Ethan, the guard assigned to protect me.
Ethan had become my lifeline in this unfamiliar territory. He was the one who offered a kind word, a reassuring smile, amidst the hostility of Harold's Pack. He would check in on me, making sure I had everything I needed, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his presence.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in my thoughts. The events of the day had left me weary, the constant whispers and jeers from the other pack members wearing me down.
The door creaked open, and Ethan entered, his gaze softening when he saw me. "Rough day?" he asked gently.
I nodded, my eyes cast downward. "They never miss an opportunity to remind me of my place."
Ethan's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in. "You don't deserve this treatment."
Before I could respond, a guard from the pack burst into the room, a cruel smirk on his face. "I heard she's been giving you trouble, guard."
My heart raced as he approached, his intentions clear. But Ethan stepped forward, placing himself between me and the intruder.
"Back off," Ethan warned, his voice low and dangerous.
The guard's smirk faded, replaced by a glimmer of uncertainty. "I was just having some fun."
Ethan's eyes bore into him, his stance unwavering. "Leave. Now."
Reluctantly, the guard retreated, shooting me a venomous glare before he left. Once he was gone, Ethan turned to me, concern etched on his features.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.
I nodded, unable to find my voice. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I was not alone in this fight. Ethan was by my side, a silent guardian who was willing to stand up for me, even when it put him at odds with his own pack.
Days turned into weeks, and as I spent more time with Ethan, our connection deepened. He was a constant source of strength in a world that seemed determined to break me. And as much as I appreciated his protection, I couldn't help but feel a growing attachment to him, a yearning for something more.
One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Ethan suggested we take a walk outside the pack's compound. I agreed, eager for a change of scenery. As we walked in silence, the night air cool against my skin, I found myself stealing glances at him, my heart racing.
"You seem lost in thought," Ethan remarked, his eyes finding mine.
I hesitated before speaking, unsure of how to put my feelings into words. "You make me feel safe, Ethan. In a world where I've never truly belonged, you're the one who makes me feel like I have a place."
His expression softened, and he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against mine. "You deserve more than this life, Aline."
As the days turned into weeks, my connection with Ethan continued to grow. He protected me from harm, shielded me from the hostility of Harold's Pack, and in the process, he became a beacon of light in my darkest moments.
But amidst the safety and comfort Ethan provided, a piece of my past came back to haunt me. One day, as I was going about my tasks, a familiar face appeared before me. It was Erick, my ex-boyfriend from Peter's Pack, now a rogue.
"You look like you're thriving," he remarked, his tone dripping with bitterness.
I met his gaze, my heart pounding. "What are you doing here, Erick?"
He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I heard you were sold off like cattle. I couldn't resist seeing it for myself."
My fists clenched at my sides, anger and resentment bubbling within me. "You have no right to judge me."
Erick's expression darkened, his voice a low growl. "You deserve better than this, Aline."
As his words echoed in my mind, doubt crept in. What if he was right? What if there was more to my story than I knew?
Before I could respond, Erick leaned in, his voice a dangerous whisper. "You know, Aline, Peter isn't your real father."
My heart stopped, his words hitting me like a bolt of lightning. "What are you talking about?"
Erick's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You've been living a lie. And I know the truth."
I felt a mix of emotions swirling within me: shock, confusion, and a burning curiosity. Could it be true? Could my entire life have been built on a foundation of lies?
Ethan's voice echoed in my mind, his words of protection and support. But now, I faced a different kind of danger—one that was rooted in the mystery of my own identity. And as Erick's gaze bore into mine, I knew that the path I was on had taken an unexpected and dangerous turn.
As the days went by, Erick's revelation continued to haunt me. I found myself seeking solace in the quiet moments, wrestling with the truth he had dropped into my world like a bombshell. Could it be possible that my entire existence was built upon deception?
Ethan had noticed the change in me, the way my thoughts seemed to be a million miles away, even when we were together. He had become not only my protector but also a confidant, someone I could trust with my deepest fears and doubts.
One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Ethan and I found ourselves sitting by the edge of a tranquil pond within the pack's territory. The water shimmered in the moonlight, casting a gentle glow on our surroundings.
"You've been distant lately," Ethan said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I sighed, my gaze fixed on the water. "It's just... what Erick said, it's been weighing on me."
Ethan turned to me, his eyes searching mine. "What did he tell you?"
"He said that Peter isn't my real father," I admitted, the words heavy on my tongue.
Ethan's brow furrowed, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Do you believe him?"
I hesitated, my thoughts a jumble of confusion and doubt. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
Ethan reached out, his fingers gently brushing against mine. "Aline, I know it's overwhelming, but you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together."
His words were a lifeline, a reminder that I didn't have to face this uncertainty on my own. With his support, I felt a renewed determination to uncover the truth about my past, no matter how painful it might be.
As the days turned into weeks, Ethan and I began to investigate the truth behind Erick's claim. We delved into the pack's history, spoke to those who might have knowledge of my origins, and slowly pieced together fragments of a story that had remained hidden for years.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Ethan and I sat in the library of Harold's Pack, surrounded by dusty tomes and old records. We had managed to uncover snippets of information that hinted at a secret long buried.
"There's a pattern," Ethan mused, his fingers tracing a line in an old journal. "Several rogues who were close to Peter have disappeared over the years."
I leaned in, my eyes scanning the words on the page. "Do you think they were searching for something? Something that might expose the truth?"
Ethan nodded, his gaze intense. "It's possible. And I think we're getting closer to unraveling it."
As we continued our research, we stumbled upon a name that sent shivers down my spine: Elara, a powerful witch who had once been close to Peter. According to the records, she had vanished without a trace, leaving behind rumors of forbidden magic and a hidden agenda.
"If anyone knows the truth, it's her," Ethan said, his voice determined.
With newfound purpose, we set out to track down Elara, hoping that she held the key to unlocking the secrets of my past. It was a risky endeavor, one that could expose us to danger beyond our imagination. But I was no longer willing to live in the shadows of deception.
Our journey led us deep into the heart of the forest, where whispers of magic and mystery surrounded us. As we ventured further, a hidden clearing emerged, and there, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, stood a figure cloaked in darkness.
"Elara," Ethan called out, his voice echoing in the stillness.
The figure turned, revealing piercing eyes that seemed to hold centuries of secrets. "What business do you have with me?"
I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the nerves that churned within me. "We seek the truth, Elara. The truth about my past."
Elara's gaze bore into me, her scrutiny intense. "And why should I trust you with that knowledge?"
Ethan stepped forward, his expression unwavering. "Because we're willing to do whatever it takes to uncover the truth. For Aline's sake."
A moment of silence hung in the air, the weight of our intentions palpable. Then, finally, Elara spoke. "Very well. But be warned, the truth you seek comes at a price."
With those words, our journey took an unexpected turn into the realm of magic and mysticism. As Elara began to weave a tale of ancient secrets and hidden agendas, I realized that the truth was more complex and dangerous than I had ever imagined.
The pieces of my past began to fall into place, revealing a web of deception that spanned generations. And at the center of it all was a revelation that shook me to my core, challenging everything I had ever known about myself and my place in this world.
As Elara's story unfolded, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and determination. The path ahead was treacherous, fraught with danger and uncertainty. But I knew that with Ethan by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead and uncover the truth that had been hidden from me for far too long.
Ethan made passionate but gentle love to me. I loved the bites from him on my neck. He had marked me on the inside of one of my thighs with his fangs, they were dots in the shape of a heart. I started to feel what I never felt for anyone...