I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You

e

pha wan

t sleep I barely managed all day. My eye

what th

. They always come the moment they hear those

long to my

pack... the traitor's daughter.

heads when they walked past. But everything changed the day they were acc

ldn't kill me, so they had to kill my pa

d on the ground and the cold eyes

remember the the shouting

e. Not out of kindness-ju

e. Because they kept me alive

ntil my hands split open, and take the blame whenever someone needs to releas

ne ever

atred as the maids strip me

ne of them snaps, scrubbing my s

rs

hat they

never go

t... that my life is me

rguing a lo

o hot, but I da

that makes my stomach twist. The fabric is thin, barely coveri

ss doesn't

heavy and suffocating, then t

to ask wher

eady

Aiden'

died, his son Al

ed into power, everything changed. He was everything a powerful Alpha sh

wn as a billionaire who cont

pack... h

the head m

opilot because keeping Alpha Aiden waiting is not somet

front of

ly, my hea

hing feels... wrong. It's like a sharp invisible thread has wrapped

y pulse races so fast I can

eep voice cuts t

against my chest violently

does. Because

eard that ri

s when everything was revealed. It was the nigh

ber it

erful and untouchable. The moment the bo

ed at me. Like I wa

Blood Moon glowing above us, sha

e didn't feel the bon

rker. I saw it in his eyes. There was no spark of recognition. Only bitterness so

s wrong, to see even the smalles

was

ords that came out made my whol

he ordered. "She will li

that. My fat

ting on a chair, a pen in his hand

.. I forget h

fairly h

to make sure no one could look away. His sleeves are rolled up just enough to reveal strong forearms. A few strands of dark hai

etrays me

hate

n't dare

hings were reversed... Alpha Aiden wouldn't hesita

I'm his mate... his hatre

s head and

ibs like it owns me. His scent reaches me, it's deep, rich, i

kes everyt

ye contact. His gaze darkens as it drifts over me-slo

g, slave?" His voic

chin slightly, holding on to

ike he's almost amused. Maybe h

like something crawls under my skin. There

says. "Next time I call for you,

is voice tur

my whip and mark

hrough me, but

, Al

s lock on mine,