Chapter 9
In this chapter, the protagonist experiences a moment of calm after the departure of His Majesty Alexander, despite the complicated emotions tied to him. Although Alexander confided that his true love was held captive elsewhere, the protagonist feels a reluctant attraction to him but remains grounded in the reality of their situation, acknowledging her own perceived shortcomings compared to his allure and power.
The peace is abruptly shattered the next morning when the protagonist’s landlord arrives with an urgent visitor—Emily Bennett, Alexander’s pregnant mate and the mother of his child. Emily confronts the protagonist boldly, demanding that she reconcile with Alexander and adopt her child to secure the boy’s place in the pack. The tension escalates as Emily accuses the protagonist of bitterness and infertility, while the protagonist retorts with sharp sarcasm and refuses to be manipulated.
Their confrontation grows more intense when Emily threatens violence, revealing that Alexander is on his way to forcibly bring the protagonist back. The protagonist remains defiant, even daring Emily to harm her own unborn child, exposing cracks in Emily’s resolve and hinting at deeper secrets about the child’s paternity. Despite Emily’s threats, the protagonist stands firm, warning Emily that any deceit will be met with fierce resistance.
The chapter ends with a chilling revelation as Emily summons a pack of rogue wolves to attack the protagonist, commanding them to capture her without killing her. This display of supernatural control shocks the protagonist and sets the stage for a dangerous confrontation, highlighting the escalating conflict and the mysterious powers at play within the pack dynamics.
Chapter 9
It was as if a violent storm had just passed when His Majesty finally chose to depart. Strangely, he seemed at peace in my presence, as if my scent had calmed him. That closeness felt almost too personal, too intimate to be comfortable.
Especially coming from the very man who had confided in me that his woman was held captive by his enemies.
Yet, I wasn’t the least bit saddened by that revelation. Whether he called me his mate or not, I never wanted to be the one chosen over someone truly loved. If Alexander had been honest with me from the start, perhaps I would have quietly walked away long ago.
Still, during that last hour watching him sleep in the quiet café, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him. Who wouldn’t be drawn to someone like Alexander? He was undeniably stunning—tall, handsome, with chiseled features that made hearts skip a beat. That alone was enough to captivate anyone. And then there was the deep, cold timbre of his voice, those piercing red eyes that seemed to glow, and the scent he carried—the woody, musky aroma infused with something lethal and raw, like blood itself. His very essence screamed Warlord.
I tried to keep my feelings in check, drawing a line between self-love and harsh reality. No matter his words or how much he claimed to need me, at the end of the day, people gravitate toward beauty, perfection, and brilliance.
And I had none of that. This wasn’t me boasting or complaining—it was a simple truth I reminded myself of daily.
After closing the café that night, I left without overthinking my plans. To me, the comfort of a warm meal, a few episodes of dramas on my phone, and the softness of my bed held far more importance than worrying about what tomorrow might bring.
That night, I slept deeply—no nightmares, no restless dreams—just the quiet embrace of my cozy bed.
But the next morning, my peace shattered when the doorbell rang incessantly. Irritation flared inside me as I swung open the door, ready to shout at whoever dared disturb me.
Instead, I froze.
There stood my landlord on the porch, her hair tousled and pajama-clad, her face etched with worry—as if she had just glimpsed a demon.
“Sorry to bother you at this hour, Ms. Roana. It’s urgent!” she said breathlessly.
The word “urgent” made me fully alert. I took in her disheveled state—clearly, she had just gotten out of bed herself.
Before I could ask what was going on, a figure appeared behind me.
My eyes widened in shock as I recognized her immediately. How could I not? She boldly exposed her pregnant belly to the world, as if announcing to everyone that she was expecting.
“Hope I didn’t come at a bad time, Luna Roana,” she said with a sly smile.
Utter disbelief washed over me. I was stunned beyond words. I had heard of some people having the audacity to act like they owned everything, but this woman was on a whole different level.
“Seems like you don’t recognize me well,” she said, brushing past my landlord, who quickly retreated as if chased by a ghost, and locked eyes with me.
I caught the foul scent of Alexander lingering on her skin. But mingled with it was another man’s scent.
“I’m Emily Bennett,” she declared proudly. “I am your husband’s mate and the mother of his child.” She extended her hand for a handshake.
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh, I remember that face. The mistress who’s been spreading her legs for my husband,” I scoffed. “So, what brings you here p>
Her face darkened as she withdrew her hand and clenched it into a fist. “Can we talk?” she asked, her sweet facade slipping to reveal a stern edge.
“Oh, sure. I wouldn’t want a heavily pregnant woman standing in my doorway all day,” I said, stepping aside and motioning her in. “Please, come in. Sit wherever you like. It’s not like you need permission to use someone else’s garbage p>
“Are you always this bitter?” she snarled suddenly. “Let’s talk like adults p>
I laughed softly, heading toward the kitchen. “I thought you were far from being an adult. Adults don’t sleep with married men p>
“I know!” she snapped. “But since it happened, instead of running away, you should deal with it—with your husband p>
I turned, grabbed my instant coffee, and poured the granules into warm water. “And who exactly are you to tell me how to handle things p>
Her teeth clenched tightly, her frustration barely contained. “My son needs a permanent home. Since you’re the Luna and not his mother, he’ll be cast aside by the pack. So come back and fix this p>
I sat down on the couch, sipping my coffee slowly as I watched her audacity unfold. “What was your name again p>
“What?” she shrieked. “I just p>
“Whatever. Listen carefully, woman. I don’t know how you found my address, and frankly, I don’t care. But right now, I’m furious. Go back to Alexander and tell him to marry you. Problem solved p>
“You don’t care about Alexander? He won’t marry me because of you p>
“Sounds like his problem. I walked away quietly—you should be grateful for that,” I said, setting my cup on the table. “Now, you should leave p>
“I’m not leaving. Not until you fix this. Look, we both know no one in this world wants you—a woman who can’t get pregnant and looks like a white whale. You should appreciate that Alexander likes you and hasn’t divorced you. And you should be thankful I don’t want to be Luna. I’m fine having Alexander once a week, as long as my son is accepted. So stop being petty and stupid. Come back home. Fix this. Adopt him and make him your p>
I hurled my coffee cup to the floor, the loud crash silencing her tirade. She flinched, clutching her belly protectively.
I was left speechless for a moment. “Are you even hearing yourself?” I said calmly. “The sheer nerve you have, stalking me here and demanding I make your child, whose origin is a mystery, part of my family. Asking me to share that bastard with you—and to be grateful for all your betrayal p>
“Roana!” she hissed. “I’m doing this for your good. Alexander and I p>
“I don’t give a damn about that, lady. Leave my property now, or I’ll call the guards to have you removed p>
“So you’re saying you won’t go back?” She raised an eyebrow challengingly.
“Do I look like some pathetic loser who’d return? Are you that delusional p>
She hesitated, then suddenly dashed into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the counter.
“Roana. Alexander’s on his way here. He’s coming to take you home by force. Even your landlord has been warned to cooperate. So your little escape plan won’t work anymore. And if you don’t accept my proposal and adopt my child, I’ll kill it right in front of you p>
I couldn’t help but chuckle, though she looked deadly serious.
From the start, I knew she’d go to any lengths to cause trouble for me. They always do, don’t they?
I smirked, leaning casually. “Show me how you plan to kill your own child. I’m curious p>
“Wh-What?” Her face drained of color. “You want me to kill my child p>
“Oh, come on. Don’t blame me. If you’re willing to do it, go ahead. Though it’ll be a mess to clean up afterward. But I don’t mind p>
“Are you insane? Alexander’s coming here. If he sees me bleeding, he’ll blame you p>
“Are you sure about that?” I asked, folding my arms. “Because he’d be shocked to learn his precious child isn’t his—that it doesn’t belong to him p>
She froze. The knife slipped from her trembling hand as she stared at me, eyes wide with horror. “What are you talking about? It’s his p>
I laughed, rising from the couch. “Listen, mistress. I don’t deal in nonsense. You and Alexander deserve each other. Stick together—I won’t interfere. But if you try to play dirty with me, this ugly white whale will bite your damn neck off without hesitation p>
She stepped back, shrinking like a frightened child.
Yet one question gnawed at my mind, disrupting my fragile peace. Every homewrecker I’d ever heard of fought tooth and nail to take the place of the other woman. They’d even kill to claim that position.
But this woman’s motives were different. She wasn’t trying to become Luna or make her child the heir. Instead, she was desperate to bring me back home and force me to adopt her child. Why?
Why specifically did she want me to accept the child and reconcile with Alexander if she was his mate? It made no sense.
Before I could voice my suspicions, I sensed a presence outside the bedroom window—someone standing there, watching. Inside the room or just beyond the glass, I couldn’t tell.
It wasn’t Alexander. There was no trace of his scent. He always wore his Alpha pride like a shield, never hiding it.
“Seems you won’t listen to me,” Emily said, her expression shifting from fear to a sinister grin, as if holding a final, devastating secret.
She took a deep breath and headed for the door. My eyes narrowed as I followed her, unwilling to let her do anything reckless to shatter my peace.
But before I could react, my eyes widened in disbelief.
A whole pack of rogues, in their wolf forms, had gathered around the building. The ground trembled beneath their feet like an earthquake. Their foul stench polluted the air.
Their bloodshot eyes locked onto me, wild with madness. The growls, the grinding of teeth—it felt like a battlefield had erupted.
My gaze snapped back to Emily. She knew witchcraft. Otherwise, how could a mere Omega control a pack of rogues?
Standing in the center of the yard, she shouted, “Attack her until she loses control! Don’t kill her! We’re taking this damn whale back to the Pack p>
The chapter closes on a tense and emotionally charged note, capturing the protagonist’s resilience in the face of betrayal and manipulation. Despite the storm of accusations and threats, she remains steadfast, refusing to be cowed by Emily’s demands or the looming presence of Alexander’s rogue pack. Her sharp wit and unyielding spirit shine through, underscoring the complex dynamics of love, loyalty, and power that bind these characters. The confrontation reveals not only the external conflicts but also the internal struggle to maintain self-respect amid chaos.
Amid the swirling emotions and mounting dangers, the chapter explores themes of identity, betrayal, and the fight for autonomy. The protagonist’s refusal to be defined by others’ actions or expectations highlights her strength and vulnerability in equal measure. The arrival of the rogues and Emily’s dark influence foreshadows a turbulent path ahead, yet the quiet moments of reflection and defiance remind us that even in the harshest storms, the human spirit can hold fast to hope and dignity.
The tension escalates in the next chapter as Roana finds herself surrounded not only by Emily’s relentless provocations but also by a pack of rogue wolves, their wild fury threatening to engulf her. The stakes have never been higher, and the fragile peace Roana fought so hard to maintain teeters on the brink of collapse. Readers will be drawn into the turmoil of a woman pushed to her limits, forced to confront enemies both external and internal, while the true nature of Emily’s motives begins to unravel in the shadows.
Emotions will run deep as Roana grapples with betrayal, anger, and the haunting question of trust—who is truly on her side, and who is playing a dangerous game? The looming arrival of Alexander adds another layer of complexity, stirring feelings of resentment, longing, and unresolved tension. Prepare for a chapter where alliances shift, secrets surface, and the battle for power and survival takes center stage, leaving readers eager to discover what choices Roana will make when pushed to the edge.
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