Mated Only For a Baby

Gwen's POV

The forest is eerily quiet; I can only hear my growling stomach.

I know I shouldn't be so close to a pack territory as a rogue but there is hardly any other choice. Food first.

Besides, any wolf I saw would most likely be an omega like myself. I could easily deal with those.

Confident, I go further into the forest, following my nose as I rush through. Any animal would be fine, I just needed something quickly.

The moon is out tonight and a cool breeze is blowing. If I was anywhere else, I would have been able to appreciate all this. But I could not.

I'm too close to the Silver Moon pack. The Alpha of this pack was rumored to be extremely merciless to rogues.

Infact, he was a legend- slaying any rogue he spotted on the spot. The stories had it that he had killed up to a thousand rogues.

I move quietly and quickly through the forest, experienced after years of running and hiding. After my parents were killed by their pack for a crime they did not commit, I fled.

Since then, I've always been on the run- always eating scraps and forever hateful of stupid pack wolves.

I seethe through my teeth remembering all my encounters with pack wolves. They were snobbish useless dogs who looked down on us for being different.

While I'm deep in my thoughts, I hear something move. I come to a halt and turn slightly to see what the sound was.

Everywhere is still; my heart begins to pound violently.

Oh no.

I sense the aura before the figure darts towards me. In the blink of an eye, something huge crashes on me and I fall to the ground.

My head lands roughly on the earth and my ears begin to ring. For a moment, I cannot hear or see.

"Tell me now, little wolf- what pack do you belong to?" I hear a deep, gruttal voice hiss.

My vision is blurry, I can barely make out the person above me. From his scent and force, I can tell at once- he's an Alpha.

A very powerful one.

"W-w-wait...food. Was looking." My sentence does not make any sense but it's all my brain can get out.

The man above me growls. I can hear his claws growing; extending to kill me.

Is this how it's going to end?

My vision finally clears and I see him.

For a second, I am startled by the pure beauty of this man. Under the moonlight, his pale skin glows; his green eyes shine with madness and his canines point sharp.

Just when I think the claw will land and he will pull my head right off my shoulders; he stops.

Infact, I stop as well.

We're stuck- looking into each other's eyes with growing confusion.

There's a word swimming in the back of my head; one I did not expect at the moment of my death.

Mate.

Immediately, this strange man rises from my body. He's shaking his head as if he cannot believe it. Something on his neck catches the moon's pale light.

It's a necklace with a half moon pendant. My heart drops and I feel like I've been knocked by the wind.

He's the alpha of the Silver Star Pack.

My mate is a pack wolf.

A disgusting, horrifying pack wolf.

I can feel my lungs losing breath; my hands are shaking but it's not from fear. It's from rage.

Why was the moon goddess so cruel as to pair me with a sick pack creature like him?

I rise to my feet, a little dizzy from the collision. My mate looks at me; his own eyes are burning with anger as well. Oh the irony- the rogue hating alpha had a rogue for his mate.

"You will not speak of this," the alpha hisses. Before I can shout back at him, I hear some loud footsteps. The heavy stench of beta wolves follows and I have to hold myself not to fall from fear.

An omega was meant to crumble in the presence of such powerful wolves.

"Alpha Liam! The rogues we were after got away. They left some tracks though, so we'll be able to find them soon." A tall, muscular man says. Afterwards, his brown, deep eyes fall on me.

"You caught one..."

The three other wolves behind him all have their eyes on me. I want to cower; I want to hide under a rock and cry.

I don't though. Instead, I look them straight in the eyes.

"Ahhh, feisty little wolf you've got here, Alpha. What do you plan to do with her?"

Liam glances at me; he's warning me not to say a word. Threatening me.

I look away, swallow the poison in my throat.

"She'll come back with us. I will take her as a slave." Liam takes me by the arm forcefully and I feel hot tingles over the spot.

"Let me go. Let me go, you filthy dogs!" I bend and let my canines piece the alpha's hand. I bite it with so much force that I draw blood.

However, the four betas laugh.

"I see why she caught your fancy, Liam. You'd have lots of fun with this one. Ha!"

My blood boils at this statement and I growl madly at the fool that spoke. He only laughs harder, making me angrier.

Liam sighs and lets my arm go. Before I can think of what to do, he whisks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Behave yourself, girl."

He tells his packmates to go ahead of him and he'd be right behind. They agree and run back the way they came.

I draw my short claws over Liam's exposed back in a feat to somehow make him drop me. I bite the flesh and kick his stomach.

He's standing still, almost as if he is actually a statue.

After a while of uselessly biting and kicking, I feel his arms move up my thighs.

"It's taking a lot from me not to fuck and kill you right here, girl. Let this be a warning."

Immediately, I stop my attempts and the alpha begins to walk down the thick forest in the direction of the Silver Moon pack.

All I wanted was a fucking rodent to eat...

The Alpha makes my skin crawl.

Two days ago, I was brought to the Silver Moon pack- labelled a slave. Not just any slave, of course.

The entire pack believed I was Alpha Liam's plaything. A passing fancy of his.

He had kept me locked up in a room; personally bringing me food and water. For some reason, he did not want anyone to come in contact with me.

It's almost laughable.

Of course he would not let anyone else from the pack meet me. How would they all react when they found out their ruthless rogue killing alpha was mated to an enemy?

A mocking smile grows on my face as I think of this.

He's afraid of being weak.

Against my will, he brought me here. Why did he not reject me then? Why did he not end the bond that night?

I remember the faces of the packmates that night when he brought me. How they howled and laughed at my helplessness over his shoulder. How my mate had enjoyed their praises; listened to them commend him for such a catch.

My blood boils now as I think back to how humiliated I felt. It triggered me; being in the midst of so many stupid pack wolves. In fact I wanted to hurt every single one of them.

I wanted to shove their laughter down their throats and watch them choke on it.

Fools.

The sound of the door unlocking jolts me out of my thoughts. Before it opens, I know it's him.

Not just because he's the only one permitted here; but also because of his scent. I've gotten used to it now- the spicy, aggressive aroma of his skin.

The door opens and he steps in. Today, he holds a tray of cooked beef and some soup. I watch him lock the door behind him and set the food down on the bedside table.

He does all this without looking at me. I'm watching his every movement, taunting him.

"Stop that," Liam hisses- he's looking out the window and his fists are clenched.

I chuckle slightly, swallowing the fear that bubbles up to my throat. He is still a dangerous rogue killer; I cannot forget that.

"Stop what, sir?" The beef smells good so I take a piece and eat. It tastes divine.

Liam sighs and mutters something under his breath. "I'll be back later," he says, turning to leave. I immediately get up from the bed.

"No. No you don't get to do that, alpha..." My voice is low, filled with hate and venom. "You cannot just lock me in here for literal days! You either kill me or let me go. What's the use?!"

Liam's back is facing me; I see a vein on his neck tense up.

"You are nothing but a slave, girl. Stay silent."

I shake my head; my eyes are burning. I refuse to cry so instead, I match his tone.

"No. Gwen. My name is Gwen. If you must keep me here in your filthy pack, then free me from this room at least!"

Liam suddenly turns and his startling green eyes meet mine. There's an emotion floating in those eyes; bloodlust. He wants me dead so bad...

"You are the filth here," he says, taking a step closer to me. My heart drops and I move back. "Your kind are untamed, wild dogs who would be better off dead. I'm only sparing you..."

My back hits the wall and the rogue killer comes closer.

He's so close I can feel our breaths mingling, feel the heat of his sturdy body. I hate the way my skin tingles as he bends over my face; I despise how my lower belly tenses as he whispers my name.

"Gwen, is it? You'd do well to behave yourself around me."

Despite how much I'm shaking under his fierce gaze, I still find the words to challenge him.

"Why are you letting me live? Is it because I am your-"

Liam does not let me finish; the next second, his large hand has encircled my neck, choking me.

I feel my world spin immediately. Crack.

He lifts me off the floor and my back scratches against the wall.

My mouth opens to scream but nothing but low pitched shrieks come out. I try to claw his hand off me but with every passing second, I grow weaker.

"..lease. P-please..."

My mate's eyes are literally red from anger and something else. He pulls me from the wall and slams me on the bed, making it creak loudly. The wind in my lungs has been knocked out.

As I try to regain myself, I feel him lean over my shaking body.

"You have no right to call yourself my mate," he says. I open my eyes, meet his crazed ones. For some reason, he hates rogues enough to treat his own mate like this.

"K-kill me...please." If he was going to keep me locked up in this damned room for the rest of my life then I'd rather die.

I would rather fall on a sword than live as a pack wolf's slave.

It would be a disgrace to my parents' memories.

"Kill me," I say again, looking at him deeply. The tears I wished not to fall are falling now. They sting the sides on my face as they fall from my eye corners.

It burns; this feeling. It burns to know your mate hated you as much as you did him.

What a sick, twisted fate.

I can't blame him. If I could, I would kill him as well.

Liam's face is cold. He suddenly smiles, showing his sharp canines. It's a mocking, degrading smile.

"I cannot kill you, girl."

I want to use my claws to mangle him at this moment. I want to rip his horrible smile to shreds. But I can't.

I lie there, listening to him hiss out his words.

"I need something from you." He pauses, letting me frown in confusion. "I need an heir."

An heir?

I was to remain here and give him an heir...

By doing-

Instantly, I try to push him off me but he doesn't budge, laughing instead. "I will not," I say. My voice is hoarse and hateful.

Oh I'd be damned if I let this horrible creature inside me.

So that's why he was keeping me locked here- waiting for me to break. He wanted to use me as a breeding mare.

He actually wanted me to be his plaything; his whore. I'm shaking my head no, trying to push this beast of a man off me. Liam smiles and leans closer- he lets his forearms rest on both sides of my head.

Our bellies are touching; I can feel his groin on my lap.

My body tenses up.

Being his whore, bearing his child, then what? He would take his sharpened claws and slit my neck open on the birthing bed? I would suffer through hell to bear his child only to be sent to the true hell?

My mate licks his lips and smirks.

"I would never take a rogue into my bed. But you are my mate, so what choice do I have? Children born of fated mates are often stronger...my heir must be strong."

He must be joking. Do I look like a birthing vessel to him? I am a rogue, true. But I am definitely not less than a living thing. My blood boils and I seethe internally.

I hack up spit, throw it in his face. Liam barely reacts.

"Get. Off."

"I have a deal for you, rogue." His eyes are roaming my face, glancing at my lips with such intensity. I watch his eyes move, observe how his lips twitch.

"You have two choices." The alpha pauses, leaning closer so our lips are only a hair's breadth apart. I can feel my heart racing madly; hear the thumps ring in my ears. I hate myself now for reacting. I know he can hear me fumbling within; I know that even my face gives it away.

My mate leans closer, missing my lips by just a bit and grazing his way down to my ear.

I shiver, hold in a shocked gasp.

"One, you die. Two, you bear my heir and gain your freedom. It's pretty simple."

Pretty simple?

What does that even mean? I have always hated pack wolves; I had vowed in the past never to bow my head to any alpha. Now to save my life- a life he had no right over- I will not only have to bow but open my legs as well.

His hard body is pressing against mine; my breasts feel stiff. I ignore my body, try to push him off me. This only makes him chuckle and he grabs and holds my hands above me.

He leans into the crook of my neck and takes a big sniff.

"Oh how I hate you..."

My lips are shaking; I can't understand why my entire body is rapidly becoming sensitive.

"What's your choice, little wolf?" Liam raises his head from my neck and looks at me. His eyes are dilated; he's barely sane. The thought of him losing restraint is making me excited for some reason. I want to vomit.

Two choices.

Die or fuck your rogue hating mate?

I choose to live. I have not survived this far just to die in such a pathetic way. One thing is for sure, though; I will make this creature pay for this humiliation.

I will make him regret ever putting me in such a position.

Oh how I hate you too...

"I will give you an heir, then." My voice comes out like a hiss; angry but cautious.

Liam's face immediately goes cold then. He rises from my body, leaving aftershocks of the contact. "Now you've agreed, you are bound by this. I will let you out of this room. But should you utter a word of the true nature of our relationship, I will kill you."

Not if I kill you first...

"Yes, Alpha."

He looks at me for a while with a variety of emotions going through his eyes. Hate, disgust, restraint.

He leaves without a word and for a reason unknown to me, I break down.

Is it my fault?

Is it my fault that my family had been maltreated for a crime they did not commit. Was it my fault for running and becoming a rogue?

My hands are shaking, the weak wolf inside of me is trying to claw her way out. She's confused, angry and feels betrayed by the world.

Is it my fault?!

"It's not! It's not!!" I scream in answer as I throw the pillows to the ground and claw the bedsheets to pieces. I grab my head, shaking in anger.

Images of my parents being mauled by their own packmates flash in my mind.

They had told me to run. I had to...

Circumstances have made me a rogue; it was never my fault.

I was a child...

A child forced to live a life of hardship for something unknown to her. Now I am being judged and hated for being what the world made me.

My own mate hates me enough to kill...

I wail and cry aloud with anger. What horrible fate was this? What did I ever do to deserve such a life?

And the goddess...

Could she not have picked any other wolf to be mine? In fact, was it not better I had none at all than becoming the mate to a man who hated me with every fibre of his being?

I cry and wail as loudly as I can, the reality of my situation catching up to me.

A rogues life was already tough; what did it mean then to be a rogue slave?

"It's not my fault..." I whisper, like a prayer- hoping desperately that I can survive this ordeal.

Hoping my mate does not actually kill me...