Sinful Mate Novel – Chelsea’s POV “Don’t say a word. Just do whatever the Alpha demands.” My mother gripped my hand, her voice trembling. “This is the only way to save your father.” Then a she-wolf took me away. She didn’t speak, only roughly stripped off my clothes and wiped away the blood still seeping from the fading mark on my neck. “Luna, no matter what the Alpha asks of you, obey him.” She paused, her cold eyes locking onto mine. “Pleasure him. Make him want you.
Keep your hands on him—but never your lips unless he asks. That’s how you live through this.” A cold dread crawled up my spine. “Are you saying…he’ll kill me?” To save my father, I had agreed to become the Luna of the most powerful—and most dangerous—Alpha in the pack. But I hadn’t considered that belonging to a merciless Alpha might cost me my life. “Every she-wolf who spends a night with him dies from the mating.
Do you want that?” Without another word, she tore off my wedding dress and draped me in nothing but a sheer slip. “Go.” The next second, she shoved me into the Alpha’s chambers and slammed the door shut. I stood frozen, my pulse roaring in my ears. The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of pine and something darker—something predatory. Then, from the shadows of the bed, a voice cut through the silence. “Come here.” I didn’t move. “You want your father to live?” The words were a blade, sharp and unyielding. “Then take off the slip.” Clutching the flimsy fabric, I remembered my mother’s warning.
I let the slip fall. Step by step, I approached the bed—only to be slammed against the door before I could take another breath. “Too slow.” Spencer’s hand closed around my throat, his grip just shy of crushing. Then his mouth crashed into mine, biting, claiming, as if he wanted to devour me whole. His huge hands gripped my thighs, hoisting me up. The rough fabric of his clothes scraped against my bare skin, leaving it raw. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms went around his neck. I let out a cry when his grip became rougher.
I didn’t even realize he’d thrown me onto the bed until my back hit the furs. That night, he took me again and again—a frenzied, almost feral claiming that bordered on possession. By morning, I lay alone in the hollowed-out silence of the bed. The mirror across the room showed me my reflection: a shattered version of myself. And that’s when the tears came. It’s fine. I survived. Father will survive too. I needed to find my mother. To tell her the Alpha had kept his word. The moment I stumbled out of the packhouse, the morning air hit my face like a slap.
There—by the gates—my mother’s wails cut through the mist. A guard’s casual remark turned my bones to ice. “They executed the Luna’s father at first light.” I collapsed to my knees. The next seventy-two hours bled together as I knelt before his door… On the fourth morning, he finally emerged, his gaze as cold as the winter winds. “Your father’s betrayal got my mother slaughtered and my father exiled to the borderlands—never to return.” His voice was lethally soft. “Now the tides have turned. Serve like a beaten hound, and perhaps I won’t bury what remains of your family with him.” The day they beheaded my father, Spencer watched without a flicker of remorse.
And then he brought her into the pack—the daughter of the traitor who framed my father. His new lover. I stood at the packhouse’s entrance, hollow, wondering what kind of nightmare awaited me now. But when I returned to my room, a group of servants rushed out, their faces pale. I grabbed one. “What’s happening?” “Luna, you didn’t know? An omega just ended her life in your chambers.” Then they carried out a body. The she-wolf. The one who had warned me how to survive the Alpha’s bed. Now lifeless. “She talked too much.” Spencer’s voice slithered from behind me, his breath hot against my ear. “You wouldn’t want to end up like that, would you? So behave.” Then he was gone, leaving me standing there— Alone. Broken. And with nothing left to lose.