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W e look at each other in agonizing silence.

A few seconds ago, I was grinding on Cain’s lap and now I’m frozen in place, waiting for the punishment or reprimand or whatever he deems fit for my little disrespecting outburst in front of other werewolves.

He looks at me, visibly angry, pursing his lips, but I can feel between my legs that his dick is still rock hard under me. I try to ignore it, knowing I should prepare for whatever is coming for me, so I try to focus on his face instead.

His cold navy-blue eyes, thick lashes, warm brown skin, black furrowed brows, defined cheekbones, and sharp jaw with trimmed stumble. He is pissed, but I can’t stop myself from admiring how dangerous he looks. I shift a little bit, still sitting on his lap, still feeling his cock under all the unnecessary layers…

It makes me dizzy with desire.

I lean into him again, kissing his jaw and neck, nibbling gently the marking spot, while pushing his shirt up to his chiseled chest. I prop myself up a little bit, just to kneel between his legs on the carpet again. I kiss his pec and start slowly tracing my tongue from his left nipple down lower until I reach the fabric of his pants.

I look up under my lashes, locking our eyes, and yank his clothes down enough to free the distracting bulge. He’s still mad, but also breathless, and he’s not stopping me, so fuck it, I’ll do what I crave.

I grab his cock lightly and lick the bottom of it slowly running from the base to the tip. He hisses with pleasure, but keeps his hands on his sides, not moving, just waiting, and I don’t care how out of character it might be for him. I’ll take what I can while I can.

So, I take him in my mouth, all musky and salty, and I suck and lick and steal another glance at him. He closed his eyes, his body is tense, and his brows are furrowing not from anger anymore. The pleasure consumes him, and it makes me suck even harder.

“Fuck,” he hisses and grabs my hair at the roots to stop my head from moving up and down.

I’m stuck with his thick cock in my mouth, and he pushes it in a little bit more, making my eyes water, almost choking me, before yanking my head back.

I wipe my lips with my tongue, looking straight into his eyes.

“Stand up and take off your clothes,” he says, taking charge, and I fight with myself between wanting to disobey him just for fun and needing him deep inside me at the same time.

I smirk at him and stand up, slowly taking off my top, “Are you sure, Alpha?”

A vibrating growl comes from deep in his chest, and he shows me his teeth before asking in a husky voice, “Now, you are respectful, Little Wolf?”

“Maybe, my Alpha.” I send him a smile and deliberately slowly slide down the rest of my clothes, standing naked before him.

“Now, you may continue whatever you want to do.” He smirks at me and puts his arms crossed behind his head.

He’s completely relaxed, with his knees on either side of me, leaning back on a couch. His black shirt is still pulled up, showing all of his delicious eight-pack and a V directing to the glistening star of the show. Oh, how I miss the summer when I could look at this delicious body all the time.

I climb on his lap and rest my hands on his chest straddling him again but stopping my wet pussy a few inches over him.

He looks at me with a smirk, waiting to see what I’ll do.

I reach with my hand between us and grab his cock again.

“May I, Alpha?” I say with the most seductive voice I can muster and kiss his lips while positioning him between my dripping wet folds .

“If I knew that would make you such a good girl… Uh. Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs when I sink down on him inch by inch.

I can’t think straight anymore, overwhelmed by the pleasure that had been missing from my life for over a month…

Cain can’t wait still and grabs my hips, guiding me on himself and thrusting up. The way he fills me with an upward force takes my breath away.

His grip is so tight I can’t move at all except my hands, but I need them to steady myself even more. So, I keep them on his warm chest, our skins contrasting, and I let him fuck me like that, hard and fast and carelessly.

I keep my head bent back and I moan with every push. I can feel my muscles contracting around his girth, and it makes me even more aroused. Then he moans in his deep voice, and it’s all it takes to bring me to the edge, where I stay with my head spinning with desire and need for release from that high I’m reaching.

“Cain,” I moan his name with desperation to come, “Please…”

He reaches to lick my left nipple, bites it playfully, and then sucks on it, driving me crazy.

“Come for me now,” he growls the command around it, and it does take me over the edge while he’s loosening his grip, letting me ride my release while he flicks my other nipple between two fingers.

I move my hips and grind my clit on his pubic bone, riding his cock, involuntarily elongating my fangs, panting and moaning until the convulsions stop, and I can’t move anymore.

I slump on him all sensitive and so emotional all of a sudden, and distracted by the fact his command to come worked like that on me. Like he owns my heart and my body… I’m so completely his it’s soul-stirring.

The need to mark him as my own is so strong I move my face into his neck, opening my mouth with clear intention while he’s still inside of me, slowly picking up the pace. He grabs my jaw roughly at the last moment when my protruding canines already touch his skin and pulls me for a messy, hot kiss .

“You’ve been a bad Little Wolf,” his voice is filled with raw desire, and before I know what is happening, he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, and all I can concentrate on is being stuffed again by his painfully hard and leaking cock.

“Please,” I plead desperately despite already coming once.

He pushes me to the side, throwing my torso over the backrest, so only my ass is up, and thrusts into me again so deep I scream. “No more biting.”

He slowly takes his cock out of me, then thrusts again and repeats it a few more agonizing times. I can feel him teasing me with his tip, first my clit, then up to my ass, and I jolt up, but he pushes me back down with his hand on my lower back and thrust into my pussy again.

At the same time, I feel a slight pressure on my asshole that weirdly enhances whatever I’m already feeling…

“Cain,” I moan his name in a haze.

“Relax, it’s just a finger, nothing more,” he says while taking the other hand under me to my clit.

I nod, my moans becoming screams of pleasure, while he plays with me roughly and I can’t take the intense build-up anymore. I come on his cock so hard I don’t know how much more I can take. He fucks me through my orgasm and feeling him jerk inside me with his own release—making me come even harder and squirting all over his hand.

I can hear his satisfied laugh.

He pulls me up and lays me down on a couch before grabbing my chin again, “No. More. Biting,” he kisses me after every word.

Maybe he doesn’t want me to mark him, but he looks like he would burn the world for me. And I certainly would for him.

“I hate you,” he growls looking so good in his post-sex bliss that he could tell me anything and I would still let him fuck me again.

I would let him do whatever he wants to me.

“I hate you too,” I manage to say with my cheeks still crushed between his thumb and two fingers, meaning the complete opposite.

Over two weeks later, I am walking out of Cain’s office—all confident with finally managing to snoop around for information I promised myself to gather on the enemy land when Beta Lucifer first came to me with their marriage pact proposal in late Spring.

This is when I almost become the first-ever werewolf to die from a heart attack.

Cain looks at me with a poker face while leaning with his back and one foot against the wall behind him. His arms are crossed and he drags his tongue over his teeth when he sees me.

I gulp.

“You scared me,” I say the white lie because technically speaking… I did get scared seeing him and he does look objectively creepy. “I was looking for you.”

He’s not impressed, so I feel like I need to add to the lie, “I was wondering if you want to go to the doctor with me. You know I completely stopped bleeding two weeks ago… I thought I should maybe go for a check-up to see if there is any progress with my scarring tissue, you know… maybe I’m ready to try to fix some of it.”

Again, technically, it’s all true, I should go for a check-up. I don’t want to, but I should.

He smacks his lips and there is a long pause between us. I don’t dare to put more gasoline on this fire, so I wait, refusing to avert my eyes in fear I’m really feeling.

“I would go with you… if it wasn’t complete bullshit. I have cameras in there since your last sneaking into my office, I know you are lying.”

“Shit,” I exhale my breath loudly, “Couldn’t you at least pretend?”

I grumpily start walking in the direction of the stairway, so I could go back to our room like the nice little wolf I should be.

“I pretend enough already,” he murmurs, and I turn my head back to him with a lifted eyebrow. “You still have to go for that check-up, though. That’s an order.”

“Fuck,” I mumble and turn around to go to the hospital wing instead.

“We both know you are very agreeable if you want to be,” he means sex and at this moment I hate him for it.

He slaps my ass when I pass him. “Behave.”

“Yes, Alpha,” I roll my eyes and soon push the doors of the infirmary wide open.

“Oh, Luna!” One of the male nurses greets me, who I know took care of me while I was unconscious over a month ago. “I keep forgetting to pass it through the doctor and you’ve never come down here…”

I watch him rummage through a cupboard until he says “Ha!” and turns to me with something in his outstretched palm. “I found it on the floor after Alpha took you to his quarters. That’s yours, right?”

“Oh my Goddess, I thought I lost it in the battle!” I take my grandmother's pendant and put it on immediately despite all the dried-up blood dulling its color. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Luna. Are you here for the check-up?”

I just nod, forgetting about proper pleasantries, too happy about finding something I thought I’d never see again.

The nurse gives me a gown and moves the screen around one of the beds before asking me to undress and wait for the doctor.

I barely managed to pull my gown on, when the doctor strides with a polite bow.

I send him a smile and lay on the bed. He puts the cover on my legs before pushing the gown up so he can squirt the cold gel all over my stomach. He sits on the stool the nurse pushes to him and pulls the new sonogram machine closer to us.

Cain let him order it a few weeks ago when the doctor kept grumbling that he would like to see my injuries with better quality.

At least I was useful for one thing, approving new hospital equipment.

It came so quickly, though… Did they steal it?

“We’ll start with the scars on your intestines,” he says, already staring at the monitor.

I close my eyes and patiently wait. I feel a prick on my temples, and sure enough, Cain’s annoyingly sexy voice sounds inside my head.

‘What are the other girls' names?’ he doesn’t beat around the bush.

I don’t say anything because the doctor asks when I stopped bleeding internally and vaginally.

“Two weeks ago, both.”

‘I know you were looking for more, but couldn’t find it. Just tell me the names so I can help you, ’ Cain keeps mind-linking me.

‘We had six underage girls missing in the last few years…”

‘Underage? We had only one fourteen-year-old blonde girl come here two years ago,’ he actually answers me.

Fourteen?

‘That would be Sara Manning, what happened to her? You don’t have a file with her name. Was she adopted? Name changed, or something?’

There’s a pause in our mind-link that makes me nervous. I let the doctor change the sonogram prop for the intervaginal one and scoot a little bit lower, but I don’t even register what he’s been saying about my scars.

Maybe he didn’t say anything at all seeing I’m clearly mind-linking with his Alpha .

Cain finally answers, and I try to calm my racing heart.

‘ Ash… She’s not in the files because she was never sworn in, and…’

‘ She was kidnapped. Did you do it? ’ I accuse, knowing damn well Rogues are not saints. Even if I managed to close my eyes at some of the things while living here.

‘ No. Well, I had a hunch that she was planted, so if she was kidnapped… I think I was right, and Unwanted kidnapped her and left her at our land to—'

‘ Where is she? ’ I can’t let the girl be separated from her loving family even one more day.

‘ Asher. Before I could finish my investigation, she was gang raped and strangled to death by my father’s guards for his entertainment. ’

I feel numb and lost.

‘ She was fourteen, just a kid, ’ I say, wiping the lone tear from the corner of my eye.

‘ I know, and I couldn’t even penalize them because my father let them, and technically they didn’t break the law. Because she wasn’t sworn in, ’ Cain adds, and my blood boils.

‘ You are telling me there is a law that lets you do literally whatever you want with anyone outside of the Rogue pack? Don’t tell me. It’s in the blood book, too. ’

There is another short pause on his end, and that tells me everything.

‘ I could change so many things with that one law. It’s very long and so horrendous, ’ he says finally, taking me aback.

He means changing it when he kills his father. As far as I know, King’s death is the only option to change the blood book law.

‘ I thought you wanted to change the law that made you kill all your siblings, ’ I say, not sure anymore if he told me that or if I just assumed that that’s what I would want to do in his place.

‘ I did. But… as I said, I could change so many lives of the whole pack for the better, and you don’t want to have kids with me anyway.”

‘ I… ’

‘ Ash, do you really think I don’ t know why you didn’t want to heal your uterus? On purpose? Anyway, I’m just saying, you were right before. We could just have one mini-wolf to fulfill the agreement between the Kingdoms and in that case, me changing that law would be just a meaningless revenge. A revenge I would already get by killing him, so… ’

My mind is racing because then he could agree to get killed at an old age, so our one pup could then change that law too, and the problem wouldn’t pass to our grandchildren…

‘ No more than one pup it is, ’ I agree because the wellness of the whole pack and other werewolves is more important than changing the law that only affects our very hypothetical offspring… ‘ You should change the law that would really make a difference.’

I shut Cain off when I notice the Doctor is looking at me as if he asked me something.

“I’m sorry, Alpha was mind-linking me. What’s going on?”

“So, um, you seem to have had ovulation about fifteen days ago,” he sends me a small smile and clicks something on the machine, taking measurements, I suppose.

I look at him expectantly.

“You can tell that by the thickness of my uterus walls or…?” I inquire when he doesn’t say anything more and I’m curious because I like little science fun facts like this.

He turns the monitor so I could see the screen.

“That too, but also by the size of this little peanut.”

I look blankly at the greyish-white-and-black blob that he is showing me. My mom has a whole wall of these kinds of pictures printed with her name and the week and day of the pregnancy, so I know what I’m looking at right now, but it doesn’t mean I accept it.

“No,” I shake my head in complete denial but unable to look away.

Am I healed? When did that… Oh. When I was showing off my skills to Cain? That’s why I stopped bleeding around then?

“That’s baby A,” he starts changing the images but my brain already stopped working because of the term he just used, which I know all too well too. It means there’s another one! “And that’s baby B. It looks like he is sharing the placenta with baby C, so they are identical, um, but they have separate sacs, fortunately. The resolution on this thing is a chef kiss, but you still have to come back in a few weeks so I can confirm that they are mono-di when the placenta is more developed. They still have yolk sacs now. Um, you don’t have fraternal twins running in the royal family, do you? Baby A could still be identical, though. The cell could divide in the first two days after insemination before one of them divided again later, resulting in a shared placenta… We could check that if you would want to know if they are all identical… I’m sure Alpha would approve that for his Luna. We can’t do amniocentesis because there is no werewolf doctor specializing in them. I already checked when we had one fetus with worrisome measurements two years ago and wanted to be more prepared with its needs, and we… we already know you can’t go to the regular human specialist after we saw what happens with your body even when your wolf is dormant… Anyway, I think we could check that with a blood DNA test that is popular now in the human world, at least I read it is. We would have to get your blood sample after week eight if I remember correctly, and send it to… Um, you are five weeks pregnant now, by the way, congratulations, Luna. Um, Luna?”

A, B, and… C?! Triplets, fucking triplets?! I look at what the doctor is showing me while blabbering. I see it, but I can’t comprehend it.

I can’t have pups! I mean… If I can love Rogue Alpha Prince I can love anyone, but I can’t have three pups when Rogue King only waits for them to get ripe enough to kill each other. I can’t have three pups when I already know two of them will be killed and the one left broken. Maybe Cain is not broken, but our pup would be. He was raised by the cold Rogue King, and they would be raised by us… with love.

I drag my eyes forcefully from the images of three blobs to the doctor's face when he waits for my reaction. I clear my throat.

“What happened with that baby you were worried about?”

He looks at me weirdly before slowly answering that it was fine and healthy after all, and takes the sonogram prob off me .

“I think I’ll let you deliver them naturally. You are a royal alpha-blooded werewolf, after all. I would just have to double-check when the shared placenta stops working properly because I’m sure I read that it happens a few weeks earlier than normal…”

I know they probably never have to do any c-sections here, but am I a fucking experiment to him?! I was too little to remember when my mom was pregnant with my twin sisters. Still, I do remember everything my human friend grumbled about after her weekly appointments in a high-risk pregnancy clinic she was forced to go to only because of her twins’ shared placenta. They kept telling her how the babies would have to be born before the thirty-seventh week because of that placenta, how they could be too small to react properly to inducing labor even if everything else would allow her a vaginal one—how they would have to be both head down and the chances for that are low, how they would have to be the same size, and all the probability of twin to twin transfusion syndrome… I can omit how much higher than average her chances of getting diabetes and thyroid problems were… But he casually wants me to deliver triplets naturally?!

I bite my tongue because I’m pretty sure he’s the only doctor in the whole fucking pack, and I better be nice to him.

The doctor continues to mumble how he’s confident that with a part-Lycan DNA (I’m surprised Cain shared that information with him) all three pups will definitely be healthy, and how he can manually rotate them during labor if they won’t be head down at that point… Like, excuse me , I had one friend that had her baby manually turned by the midwife, and afterward, she had fucking bruises all over her tummy!

He congratulates me again, and I nod my head, thank him, I think, and I mindlessly wipe all the sticky gel, trying not to lose it and bite his head off.

“It’s so Luna-like of you. All this information and your only concern was the health of that other pack member’s baby,” he adds with a smile while printing a picture from the sonogram machine.

Oh, I have concerns you moron, and maybe you shouldn’t have blabbered my ears off if you wanted me to answer anything , I think and immediately feel like Cain’s little spawns are already poisoning my mind with evilness.

I dress up again in all the clothes and gear I have, taking extra care with attaching Cain’s knives to my belt since I can’t shift now after all. I can’t shift. My legs feel weird and I feel so lightheaded that I’m not sure if I can even stand up straight without swaying.

“I must warn you, Luna, I’ll have to tell the Alpha if he commands me, so I advise you to—”

“I know,” I cut him off and I take a picture from his hand. I give it one short disbelieving glance. Somehow he managed to get an image of all three embryos at once.

Three!

What the fuck?! How is it… why… how…

But at the same time, deep in my bones, I know what I have to do. Because of course, I want them. I always wanted kids. I always thought I’d meet my perfect true mate and have his perfect babies until I met… The Rogue King. He’s the one that tarnished my dream.

I leave the hospital wing as quickly as possible without arousing any suspicion, and I don’t stop until I meet and grab Klara.

Moon Goddess, I’m sorry, but I need guidance from the God of Night this time...

Because when I said I would kill for my kids? I meant it.