Bound To The Devil Wolf

PETAL

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The voice leaked through the cracks and holes of the door of the study. My heart pounded and bile rose to my throat.

I wrapped my fingers around my wrist, and a whispered wince escaped my lips. I had mistakenly touched a bruise. My skin still ached from all the bruises they had left on my skin.

How was I supposed to say it?

How do I tell these monsters I was carrying one of their child?

I swallowed hard and pushed the door open.

Sitting behind the large mahogany desk was Kanaan, his sharp green eyes tore into me and my breath snagged in my throat.

And Zoran, who shared every line of his brother’s face except from his green eyes and his platinum blonde hair, didn’t turn.

Not until I felt a pull. A soft, unsettling pull, like something had just moved under my skin. Not strong, not loud. But enough.

No. No.

This couldn’t be what I thought it was. It couldn’t be the mate bond.

But I felt it.

And from the way Zoran’s brows twitched, and Kanaan paused mid-sentence, they felt it too.

“Is this it? Is this the mate bond?” Kanaan questioned, his lips curling into barely a smile. "But why does it feel so disgusting and weak?"

My spine locked, the main reason for coming here slipping back to my mind

“What do you expect?” Zoran scoffed. “She's half-human.”

My lips parted, but my tongue felt too heavy to form the words.

Zoran rose, the chair scraping against the marble floor. "Let's get this over with."

"No—wait,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest.

Why did I tell him to stop? Shouldn’t I be happy this monster wanted to set me free?

Yet, my heart burned. That they would reject me but not my body

Zoran stalked forward, his voice as cruel as the gaze in his eyes. "I, Zoran, Alpha of Crimson pack, reject you, Petal, as my mate."

Kanaan, who followed his brother like a loyal dog, stood next. "I, Kanaan, Alpha of the Crimson pack, reject you as my mate."

I waited. Waited for the agonizing pain that comes with rejection.

But nothing came. Just Silence.

I should have felt relief, but that didn’t come either. Would they claim the pregnancy or would they reject it like they rejected me?

Zoran cracked his neck, his eyes brightening. “Now that’s out of the way, let’s have some fun.” He reached out for the bell on the desk.

My body seized."No. Please, don’t.”

Zoran closed the space between, his tall figure casting a shadow over me, the bell hanging loosely in his hand.

“Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Not today. I can’t run.”

Zoran smirked. “Your legs broken?”

“I’m pregnant.”

The silence that came after pressed hard against me.

Kanaan's face twisted with disgust, while Zoran smiled—a grin so wide I thought his lips might tear.

“Who's the father?” Kanaan questioned.

“It has to be one of you.”

“How far along?” Zoran questioned.

“Th…three weeks.”

My throat tightened with swallowed fear. At this moment I didn’t care if they claimed the pregnancy or not. I just wanted their mercy.

Zoran’s eyes flicked to Kanaan. Although they didn’t say a word, something passed through them.

Then Zoran looked at me again.

"Well," he said softly, "you better run carefully, if you don't want your baby to fall out."

He rang the bell.

I didn’t want to play their twisted game. That game where they chased me like I was a hare and they were hunters. Whoever caught me was free to do whatever they wanted without the other interfering.

But the loud chime of the bell snapped something in me and my legs moved before my brain caught up. My body obeyed without thinking. I hated it. I hated how trained I was. Like a dog.

To move when told to, to sit when told to. Like my body would rather obey their commands than my own will.

Zoran’s voice crawled from behind.

“One.”

My feet hit the ground

“Two.”

I slammed the door shut.

“Three.”

Thuds soaked the house as I ran. I ran as fast as I could. As carefully as I could. Down the hall. Down the stairs. Everything blurred past me.

The rain hit me the second I burst outside, piercing cold against my skin like a thousand needles.

My shoes slid off, but I ignored them.

I couldn't stop. Not If I wanted to protect both myself and this tiny life growing inside me, I had to keep going. I was used to running for myself for survival but tonight I wasn't alone I was running for both of us.

I sprinted heading towards the cemetery. Only one place could save me—the grave of their third brother. One that died long before I stepped into the house.

Whenever I hid there, they never came.

I had to get there in ten seconds, or else they would catch me. They would take turns assaulting my body. Take turns satisfying their perverted pleasures.

The forest swallowed me whole, and branches tore at my feet. My breath came fast, my lungs blazing. My left hand splayed across my stomach protectively.

The earth vanished under my feet and a gaping hole swallowed me.

I slammed into the ground with my stomach. My vision turned white as sharp pains exploded through me.

My mouth opened, but I swallowed the scream. The grave was still far from here. I couldn’t let them catch me.

I tried to move, but my limbs didn't listen. I couldn't breathe. Then I felt it, the strong contraction, the wetness between my legs.

I prayed it was the rain. But i knew water wasn’t that thick. Or warm.

Tears trickled down my face as I lay there in the void, cradling my stomach in pain.

Drowning in the bitterness of grief and anger, I heard them. Footsteps above

Panic flared, wild and useless. Get up. Move. Run. But I couldn't. As usual, my body disobeyed me.

A shape dropped into the hole behind me. The thud of boots. The sound of breath.

My heart stuttered.

I didn't have to look up. I didn't need—to know I’d been caught. Those devils were going to burn me.

But something was different.

His scent. He didn’t smell like those two devils.