Chapter 1 Fall

I am Elena, descendant of the Silver Moon Wolf Pack's king, branded with the Omega curse from birth.

Three years ago, in a bloody battle, our pack was defeated. As an Omega, I was chosen to be a plaything for the Iron Claw Pack. I suffered inhuman torture.

I survived thanks to a blood oath—the Mate Contract—made by my destined mate, the Alpha Karen.

But three years later, when I dragged my shattered body back to Silver Moon territory, my destined mate, Kaelen, looked at me as if I were a demon from hell, with only disgust and contempt.

He didn't know that all this was instigated by the woman he loved, the woman who had deceived him.

The moment he realized he'd wronged me, he went mad...

......

On a full-moon night. The smell of blood surged like a tide. The air mingled with the stench of blood, semen, and my own tears of despair. I howled in agony from the depths of my soul, trying to shrink into nothingness. When the servant brought the silk, translucent like spiderwebs, I was kneeling on all fours on the cold stone floor. My snow-white breasts pressed helplessly against the rough ground, my swollen nipples bleeding from the friction. I raised my hips like the most despicable of female animals.

Behind me, the scent of Stryer oppressed me—the unique aroma of the Iron Claw Wolves, a blend of the pleasure of conquest and the thrill of violence. His rough hands gripped my slender waist tightly, and his hot, thick penis pounded into my vagina again and again, like a siege. Each thrust tore my vagina a little, and the rod splattered with blood as it slid in and out.

Noticing someone coming in, Stryer grinned bloodthirstily and roughly lifted me up. He walked a few steps to the cold stone table and slammed me down like a broken doll. At the same time, his veiny cock once again savagely penetrated my already numb body, showing no mercy.

Too deep. So deep that I felt my vagina completely ripped apart. My vision went black, and I barely managed to look at the slave. Noticing the cloth in his hands, I whimpered faintly. It looked like another "distinguished guest" was about to vent his lust on me.

"Pah!" A hard blow landed on my buttocks, sending a searing pain through my body. A bright red palm print blossomed on my pale skin.

"Hold tight, you bitch!" Stryer roared, increasing his speed.

The sound of flesh colliding echoed wildly in the stone chamber, mingling with my uncontrollable cries of pain. The table clanged against me, threatening to fall apart at any moment. Sticky fluids splattered onto the stone surface, then slowly trickled down, forming a lustful puddle on the floor. Stryer let out a low growl, then thrust forward with one final, powerful thrust. His massive penis pressed firmly against my tender cervix, his penis swelling, and his hot semen spurted deep into my body. I could feel the heat of that fluid, feeling it mark me, possess me.

After a moment, he pulled out roughly. White fluid immediately gushed out like a broken dam, streaming down the inside of my trembling thighs and onto the floor. He gathered his clothes and, without even a glance at me, strode away. To him, I was just a toy to be used and discarded. I collapsed on the table, a mess between my legs. The red, swollen, and damaged vagina was still spasming, trying to hold something back, but it only allowed more fluid to flow out.

The servants tossed the cloth on the table and hurried away. They had long since become numb to such lewd and filthy scenes. I had to get up and dress immediately. Otherwise, even more cruel punishment awaited me. The white, transparent satin barely concealed my utterly ravaged body. The brutality had left shameful marks on my body—bite marks and bruises on my chest, deep fingerprints on my waist and abdomen, and the male semen that flowed continuously from my legs. Every fiber of my being reminded me of my sole purpose here—as a vessel for the male wolves to vent their desires.

I walked barefoot across the cold stone, heading for the leader's lair. Alpha Axel sat in the center of the stone pedestal, his predatory eyes gazing at me greedily. His gaze seemed to possess substance, licking my exposed skin. Seeing me in this lustful and utterly miserable state, his male hormones intensified, the unique aroma of an Iron-claw wolf courting a mate.

"Elena." His words were tinged with malicious delight. "For three years, my warriors have kept you in...perfect condition. Every inch has been meticulously developed. Your time here is drawing to a close. Serve this last guest well, and tomorrow Karen will come to take you back."

Kaelen! That name pierced my heart like a sharp blade. Every syllable exploded with blood in my shattered soul. My Alpha. My Mate. Is he coming to take me?