Chapter 1 HARRASSED

FLORIDA'S POV

My thoughts were in disorder and my face was flushed. It had been hard to sleep for the past two days.

Every night, I'd think about how I needed to be touched. I'd fantasized about King Derek's touch, his kisses, and his dick rocking roughly into my hole.

It had been extremely difficult; sleeping had become very difficult, and to protect myself from my pheromone exposing my desire, I locked myself inside more often for the past few hours.

I didn't even let Ryan show up in front of me anymore, and probably because he had noticed my situation, he stayed away from me, too___ which actually made me feel somehow bitter.

I let out a deep breath, suppressing the heat from my body as I made my way toward the garden. I needed fresh air. To stop myself from fantasizing about erotic scenes and losing my mind, I decided to just go to the garden and just maybe-- I did feel better.

I watched the flowers, the plants, and the birds chirping happily, hoping to clear my mind, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working. Taking off my gown, I moved toward the pool at the center of the garden and stepped inside.

The cold water sipping into my body helped a little, relieving me of the pain of unfulfilled desperate desires. I rested my entire body inside the pool and closed my eyes__

Gradually, I relaxed...

Ugh! Hmm...

A low moan suddenly escaped my throat and my eyes opened wide. I quickly lowered my hand to capture the object that had tickled my breast in the water only to see a stick. A frown formed on my face, followed by anger and disgust as I swam out of the pool, put on my clothes, and dashed out of the garden.

"You, come here," I called a maid walking by.

Her eyes widened when she saw me but she still walked over and bowed in front of me. "My lady..." She called.

"Tell me, when last did you clean the pool inside the garden?" I asked, suppressing my anger and the redness that had sharply crept on my cheeks and ears.

The maid raised her head, confusion flashing across her face for a moment, "The pool..." She stuttered. "The pool in the garden is not always in use. No one goes there so it's not always cleaned. My queen, do you want us to clean it? I will relay the message and make sure it's always clean from now on," The maid's tone kept changing the more she talked, but I was too annoyed to pay much mind to her.

I waved my hand at her and turned around to leave. I had come downstairs to lift my mood, but the incident earlier only further dampened it. I decided to return to my room and just play with the kids. I had survived for a whole two days; I just needed to endure it for five more days, and I would be fine...

I sucked in a deep breath as I pushed the door opened and saw Reah dancing with babies who were in their cribs. With a drumming toy in her hand, she laughed and played with them. The scene was especially harmonious.

I stared at them for a moment and my eyes drifted off to Reah's pale and flawless face. Her distinct features look extremely good with her pale face. Her eyes were particularly sharp but gave off a soft feeling that was bound to win any heart.

The process of opening and closing her mouth, the slight movement of her eyes as she played with the kids, and the hands that played around the drumming toy seemed to pull something within my chest, and right then, my body shivered violently.

I quickly grasped the door to support myself but a moan still escaped my throat, which attracted Reah's attention. She looked at me and quickly rushed over, attempting to hold me but without thinking, I stepped back and raised my hand to stop her. "Don't touch me," I said to her, my voice a little loud and panicked.

Right then, when I looked at Reah, I felt a strange feeling from within me and when she walked over, the feeling increased. An obscene thought wouldn't stop running through my mind and this scared me. I had never seen Reah this way before; could it be that the symptoms of the heat were starting to play a prank on my mind?

Whatever it was, I knew it was dangerous.

I wasn't homosexual. I had my mate and I should stay loyal to him, no matter what.

I avoided Reah's astonished face as I rushed toward the bathroom, but stopped myself before entering. With my back turned to her, I was able to brace myself a little, my knuckles turning white from gripping the bathroom door handle too hard. "Take the kids downstairs to play with them. I need some time alone," I said to her and without waiting for her to reply, I opened the bathroom door and slipped in.

Closing the door behind me, weakness washed over me, and my body started sweating profusely. My breathing turned haggard as I slumped to the ground and started removing my dress.

I couldn't take it any longer. I was starting to lose my mind and I knew I needed to do something.

"Where are you, Baby? Where are you?" I mumbled out loud, hoping King Derek would really show up even though I knew that was only a dream that wouldn't necessarily come to pass.

After removing my gown, leaving nothing on me, I forced my body up from the ground and staggered toward the bathtub. I stepped into it, and the cold water sipped into my body but that only aroused my desire even more_

I grabbed my breasts and started kneading them. I had my head hung back as I pulled and massaged my breasts roughly. My fingers ran over my body, grabbing and pinching my nipples. Unrestrained moans escaped my throat nonstop but I still wasn't satisfied.

I wanted more___ I needed more...

I trailed down my body and parted my legs. Running my fingers across my pussy, I tried to control my desire but nothing seemed to help. Closing my eyes, I trailed toward my entrance, hesitated for a few seconds, and dipped a finger in...

"Ou... fuck!" I cursed out loud, opening my slightly watery eyes to take in the blurry scene in front of me.

I sat properly in the bathtub and quickly increased the fingers to two, my movement quickened. My moans rushed out without any intention of stopping while my free hand continued playing with my breasts.

"Damn it!"

Fuck!

Yes, that's it!

Argh!

Oh good___

Good-

The fingers increased to three and the pleasure couldn't be described. I half-closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I moaned even louder. "Ahh... shit... fuck~"

My body moved with my fingers, my desire flaring through the skies and my nipples getting harder. The pleasure was immeasurable and the earlier thirst seemed to be slowly quenching.

"Yes... That's it... Right there..."

Chapter 2 WHY, MOON GODDESS

FLORIDA'S POV

Getting to his room, he threw me to the bed and started pulling off his clothes. "I've been waiting for a day like this for so long. This is..." He wasn't able to complete his words when his phone started ringing and he frowned. He removed his phone from his pocket and his expression changed when he checked the caller ID.

While he was doing this, I stood up from the bed and tried escaping from the room but he grabbed my hair from behind and dragged me back to him.

My stepfather snorted with disgust as threw my head away and kicked my belly.

"Set the table for dinner, you bitch! We will do this another day!" He said and stormed out of the house.

I whined in severe pain and clenched my belly tightly as I balked on the ground.

After a few minutes of recuperating, I struggled to stand on my feet before I headed to the kitchen to start dinner for him.

I knew I had to be careful, the slightest mistake could set him off, and I didn't want to face his wrath.

As I stepped into the kitchen, despite my aching body, I started to rummage for the food items to get his meal prepared.

However, while I moved about in the kitchen, my unsettled mind was racing with thoughts of escape...

I knew I couldn't stay here any longer, I had to find a way out, or else he'd chop my head off.

My mother has left to save herself, she abandoned me to my fate. I'm all alone now with no one to defend me and I needed to find a way out, all alone.

While I tried to focus on the task at hand, my thoughts kept wafting to my freedom.

I knew Demian despised me just like everyone else in the pack, and that he only married my mother just to have a roof over his head.

He was merely an omega, his mate rejected him and went after the man she loved. As a cause of this, his brutality grew and he was deeply subjected to drinking and gambling.

Sometimes I wonder why my mother made that regretful choice to take the plunge with him. Possibly because of his sugarcoated words? Abruptly, I heard my stepfather's approaching footsteps, my heart raced into a wave of anxiety as I quickly forced myself to calm down.

No matter what happens, I will escape tonight!

'Perhaps, how about I drug his meal a little just to weaken his stability before I make the perfect run afterward?' I thought intently as I brought out a sachet I got from my mother's bag a few days ago before she packed it out.

"You silly girl! Florida, ain't you done yet?!" I heard Demian's growl.

Darn him!

I wish I had my Wolf; I wished I wasn't weak and vulnerable; I wish I was strong enough to encounter him.

"I'm coming!" I raised my voice so he could hear me as I hurriedly arranged his meal on his tray, pouring the liquid substance inside his soup before shaking it well.

I trembled as I placed the food in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He picked up the spoon, ready to greedily dig in and I was more than happy. After all, my plan will soon come true!

I remained silent and watched him relish in the food I made for him, and a glint of satisfaction gushed through me.

"What are you still doing here? Get out of my sight right now!" My stepfather growled, his voice was so loud that I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I hurried to the stairs and dashed to my room.

This was the first time in my life that I was happily willing to obey him. After all, I knew in less than five minutes, my plan would turn into action!

While I was inside my room, I could still hear the loud snort of my stepfather and the clattering of his spoon against the plate.

It was not soon enough that everywhere became silent, and I suggested that he must have fallen asleep.

Carefully, I stepped out of my room after I had packed a small bag filled with my clothes and I ambled down the stairs.

I cocked my head cautiously, and my eyes widened in relief, relieved to find my stepfather fast asleep, his snores echoing through the dining area.

It seemed the sedative I added to his food had worked. Now was my chance to escape!

Quietly, I crept out of the house, my heart pounding in my chest.

The moon was high in the sky as I slinked through the pack, hiding behind houses as I made my way to the pack border.

My heart pounded in my chest, my legs were jelly out of anxiety. I knew that if I was caught, I would be punished severely.

As I made my way towards the pack border, I made sure I kept my head down and my mild footsteps were light.

I could see the guards patrolling in the distance, and I ducked behind a tree to avoid being seen.

After I'd made sure everywhere was clear, and no soul was in sight, I ran like my life depended on it; I didn't even glance back for once.

When I finally reached the border. I stood there, breathing deeply, trying to calm my nerves.

I made it!

A wide smile crept on my face, my joy knew no bounds. Now I just had to figure out where to go from here.

However, just as I was about to move on, my stomach dropped as I saw my stepfather and the guards approaching before me.

No way!

I gasped shockingly, and my eyes widened, Am I dreaming?!

I saw.... I saw him fall asleep!

"No, no, no, no," I panicked intensely, my body trembling in fear.

The pack guards were everywhere, they surrounded me as if they'd caught a thief while my stepfather moved toward me.

I had been so close to escaping, and now I was trapped!

"Tsk!" He hissed mockingly, "You thought you could escape?" My stepfather sneered, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Oh Flory, you are not as clever as you think you are," he rolled his eyes in contempt. "You thought I didn't see the particle you put in my food? I was only trying to make a fool out of you and you have yourself away!"

He laughed with cruelty, and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest.

So he knew? He knew all along!

At that moment, I was damn afraid of him and sad at the same that I had been so close to escaping, but now I was back to square one.

Why, moon goddess?!

Why me?!

I had failed, and now I was caught; I couldn't even imagine what this wicked man and the pack guards would do to me.

"Grab her!" My stepfather ordered, growling.

That was the last word I heard before I fell weakly... The stress took over me.

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I had no idea how long I must have passed out but when my eyes fluttered open, I was still bound with chains and gagged, lying on the floor of an empty room.

Through my blurry eyes, I looked up and I saw Damian staring down at me, his face cold and cold-blooded.

"You're making this difficult for yourself," he said lazily.

"I hate you!" I shouted, but I coughed after; my throat was dry as I glanced around.

"Where... where are we?" I shuttered, and my heart sank as I took in my surroundings.

"Darkmoon pack!" He answered and sat on the chair in front of him.

What!

"Dark...moon?" My eyes widened, and my breath hitched.

Darkmoon pack was the most strongest, and powerful pack among the four other packs.

They were known for their cruelty, brutality, and their hunger for blood.

Darkmoon Pack was ruled by the powerful Lycan King, Derek Asher McCarthy.

He's a no-nonsense man, aloof and extremely ruthless.

Hearing that I was in his pack, I knew I was in grave danger.

"W-why am I here?" I asked Damian, my voice shaking.

"Because you're my stepdaughter, and I can do whatever I want with you," he grinned, his eyes glinting with malice. "You should have known better than to try and escape from me, Florida Catherina Cummings" He spat my full name with disgust.

I felt a ripple of terror wash over me. I struggled with the chains but it was of no use.

I looked up at him again with teary eyes, I was helpless and vulnerable...

"Please don't do this to me," I sobbed, but he scoffed at me.

I lowered my head powerlessly; I couldn't escape, so I had no option but to remain numb...

I was at Damian's mercy, and I didn't know what he had in store for me.

Abruptly, the door of the room opened, and two heavily built guards walked in.

My stepfather sprang to his feet when he saw another man entering. He was royally outfitted, and the aura around him screamed... death.

My heart nearly stopped as I took in the sight of the man who had just entered the room. He was extremely tall and imposing, with a fierce gaze that made me want to shrink away.

But it was his eyes that truly unsettled me –they were the color of a stormy sky, filled with power and danger.

And then it hit me -this was the Lycan King!

The most feared and powerful Lycan in the land was in front of my eyes. He was the stuff of nightmares, and I was face-to-face with him.

"So this is the little rebel," the Lycan King snarled, his voice low and menacing. It was as if he was uninterested in me and at the same time, he was interested in me.

"Y-yes, my King!" Damian fell on his knees, raw trepidation visible in his eyes.

This was the first time in my life I'd seen him being frightened of anyone or anything. If not for my current situation, I'd have laughed but one thing I wanted the most was for the lycan king to kill him right there and just... let me go.

The lycan king moved closer to me and revealed a sly smile which I didn't appreciate in the least. "I'm Lycan Derek Ashley McCarthy. The king of Darkmoon Pack and the most powerful Lycan to ever live." His deep voice resounded in my head and my eyes twitched... He was speaking to my mind... manipulating my thoughts!

I groaned, I closed my eyes for seconds and opened them back, anger filling my veins as I raised my eyes to look at him ~ No matter what, I was ready to put him in his place and watch him put an end to my life! "You..." my words got stuck in my throat. When I saw the Lycan king's burning eyes on me, I was damn afraid, and I felt I would pee my pants.

How could a man be so scary and terrorizing yet beautiful? I could understand Damian's cruelty because he was ugly but what about King Ashley?

"She is... she's the one I'm willing to sell to you, my King," Damian greedily shuttered, and my world spun around aggressively.

Chapter 3 HIS, HIS ALONE