Camille's POV

Being born beautiful and with a body as seductive as a goddess' is a curse many she-wolves would forever live with.

I was living mine.

“Don't do something you'll only regret.”

“I don't regret any of my actions!”

I swallowed hard. “Please, let me go.” I pleaded, as if I had any option

"On one condition," his eyes gleamed with mischief.

I had a sickening feeling that whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be right either.

“Anything.”

“Anything, you say?” A small, sinister smile played on his lips.

I nodded. Anything except sharing my body with someone who lacked respect for it.

“ My toes,” Alpha Sigewuf said, his eyes narrowing with interest.

“What?” My eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"Suck them" he ordered,

“It’s the only option you have! Take it or fulfill your mate rights to me. As much as that face of yours and body seems to call my intention, the thought of you being wolf-less kills the desire as quickly as it comes"

“Besides, one night should be enough for my seed to plant itself and make you pregnant. Unless, of course, the goddess has already declared you unworthy of motherhood.”

Who gave a hoot about motherhood when mated to someone as crazy as this? my head hurt from thinking.

I felt sick to my stomach,

Alpha Sigewuf was either insane or I was having a bad dream.

"Decide!" he growled,

I had only one option.

So I took it.

“Alright,” I said, accepting the challenge, knowing full well he expected me to back down and surrender.

The sound of Alpha Sigewuf sleeping loudly as he lay beside me made my skin crawl.

I sat on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. My throat was parched, dry. I wanted to vomit, tear out my tongue, but it was already done.

Tears refused to fall. It felt like my tears had dried up at the bitter taste of his foot in my mouth. I had been treated less than a servant. Less than a dog.

I stood and walked into the bathroom, scrubbing and brushing at my skin, feeling unworthy and tainted.

One night; my hormones raging with the passionate fire from Alpha Sigewuf, and the next, I was treated like an animal.

I wanted to wash away this filth—Alpha Sigewuf’s filth, from me. But no matter how much I scrubbed, it felt like a stain that would never fade unless I discarded the cloth entirely.

Emerging from the bathroom, I changed into a soft cashmere sweatshirt and navy blue pants, pulled my hair into a bun, and sat on the dresser chair, watching Alpha Sigewuf sleep.

"I Camille Loeka, reject you, alpha Sigewuf of the Darkstar pack as my mate" I mumbled quietly,

"I accept your rejection " alpha Sigewuf mumbled quietly from his sleep, startling me

I pranced to my feet quickly, moving to the bed, I waved my hand over his face but he didn't stir. I stood there staring at him

He was fast asleep.

Was that my thought just being loud?

If I stared any longer, it would be the beginning of my undoing. Picking up the black hairpin from the dresser, I crept beside him as he snored, spotting his vein. I desperately wished to pierce the pin into it, but I didn’t. Instead, I pinned the note in my hand to the bed, in a spot he wouldn’t dare miss.

With a swift, deliberate movement, I grabbed my backpack and jumped down from the window.

Landing safely, and a skill I’d discovered I had but kept hidden from my family.

I ran toward the woods, not stopping until I was sure I was out of sight.

Alpha Sigewuf would find me again, but not as the broken girl he had reduced me to.

This time, I would be a woman who had reclaimed her confidence, and he would pay dearly for what he’d done.

I paused, catching my breath beside a tree.

I had no idea how long I’d run. I opened my backpack, pulled out my wristwatch, and strapped it on quickly.

Then, that gut-wrenching scent hit my nostrils.

I knew they were near before I even turned to face them.

**Rogues.**

Shit. Shit. Shit. Could this day get any worse?

I turned. The dagger, a gift from Grandma Noa, was in my hand. As I bent forward, I held their gaze, spittle drooling from their snarling canines.

It didn’t take long to rip apart the smaller rogue. I aimed for the neck, dragging the dagger as deep as I could. The blood smelled worse than I imagined.

Before I could move toward the larger rogue, lightning-fast movement caught my eye, the head of the big rogue was ripped from its body, blood splattering everywhere.

Had Alpha Sigewuf found me?

I froze, rooted in place, as a larger black wolf appeared, bigger than a normal wolf. It was a lycan, its eyes darker than night, scanning the surroundings with lethal intent.

It stood beside the fallen rogue, its gaze shifting between the body and me, as if silently warning me to stay back.

“Stay away from me, Alpha Sigewuf,” I raised the dagger defensively.

“I’d rather die than let you lay that filthy hand on me.”

The lycan shifted. Its gaze now fixed on me as I slowly backed toward my backpack.

Without warning, it morphed into its human form. Before I could react, I felt a sharp sting on my neck like an insect bite and my mind immediately blanked out.