His mate, my Doom
When Lucien Blackthorn ended his exile and returned to the Cold Ridge pack, he returned to clear his name.
And to take revenge on Corrigan Price.
And what better revenge was there than making her his mistress?
Corrigan didn't regret anything more than she regretted having to betray Lucien and his coming back only helped to enforce that feeling. When she became his mistress, she swore he would never have her heart.
As Lucien and Corrigan struggle with their inner conflicts, they also have to fight against external factors trying to pull them apart. Will they be able to embrace their love against all odds?
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Chapter 6
Corrigan’s pov
With a final, calculated attack, Lucien clawed Dante's wolf and sank his teeth into the vulnerable neck. The room fell silent as the gruesome end unfolded. I turned away, unwilling to witness the brutality.
When I dared to look back, Lucien's wolf stood victorious, Dante's throat clenched between his jaws. The sight was a chilling testament to Lucien's dominance and power.
Lucien's wolf met my gaze once more, his eyes a vivid reminder of the bond that still existed between us. He turned away from the motionless body of Dante's wolf, dropping it to the floor. The room remained in stunned silence, the full magnitude of what had just occurred sinking in.
The tension in the room shifted, and I felt a mix of fear and uncertainty. With Dante's demise, there would be a shift in the pack's leadership, and Lucien would undoubtedly be the new alpha. The implications of this shift were profound and far-reaching.
Lucien let his icy gaze sweep over the pack, his expression impassive as he surveyed the room. There was no triumph or gloating in his demeanor, only an air of authority and inevitability. The pack had witnessed the transition of power, and there was no denying the legitimacy of his claim.
"You... You killed Dante," a she-wolf muttered in the room, voicing what we were all thinking.
Lucien nodded solemnly, his voice dripping with frost. "Dante challenged me for leadership. He failed."
The room remained tense, with the pack members uncertain about their future under a new alpha. Lucien's dominance and strength were undeniable, but the path ahead was fraught with his chilling aura.
The murmurs in the room grew louder, and questions and concerns began to surface among the pack members.
"Will the pack change under your rule?"
"Are there going to be new rules or traditions?"
Lucien's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with each questioner. His response was cold and fierce. "This is still your pack, but it's under new leadership now. There will be changes, and you will adapt."
One wolf dared to challenge further, "What about the human alliances Dante had established? Will they remain intact?"
Lucien's eyes flashed with impatience. "I will honor those alliances as long as they serve our interests, if they don’t, I will trash them! And do not question my decisions."
His tone grew more severe as he addressed the entire pack, his alpha authority undeniable. "Do not mistake my willingness to listen for weakness. I expect loyalty, unity, and respect. The division ends now, or you will find yourself outside the pack."
A hushed silence fell over the room, and one by one, the pack members bowed their heads, acknowledging his brutal authority. Lucien had asserted his dominance without resorting to violence, and the pack understood that this new chapter was beginning, with Lucien as its ruthless alpha.
The old era under Dante's reign had come to a decisive end, and the pack's future was now firmly in the icy grip of Lucien's ruthless rule.
*****
The night of our mating ceremony, which had started as a wedding, had become something entirely unexpected. It was a night of change, power shifting, and a new beginning.
My wolf screamed again…
“Run!”
My heart raced in tandem with the pounding of their paws, a cacophony of roars and growls reverberating through the onlooking crowd. I knew I had to get away.
Run! Run! Run!
My wolf's urgent whispers guided me through the turmoil, her voice an instinctual compass leading me to safety. And with every breath I took, I prayed I would escape the unfolding nightmare unscathed.
As I sprinted away from the chaos of the mating ceremony, my breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me blurred into a chaotic frenzy of movement and shadows. My wolf, Crystal, pushed me forward, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the madness.
The forest loomed ahead, a sanctuary beckoning in its darkened embrace. With each step, I found myself deeper in the woods, and the scent of nature's damp earth and vibrant life filled my nostrils, replacing the acrid stench of the recent violence. It was directionless, and I had no plan, but all I knew was that I needed to get away from the pack, from Dante, from the nightmare that had unfolded before me.
Run, run, run! Crystal's urgent whispers echoed in my mind, her voice an instinctual compass guiding me through the turmoil. Her words were an unrelenting reminder of the danger that pursued me. My heart raced in tandem with the pounding of my paws as I hurtled through the underbrush, my surroundings a blur of color and sound.
But where was I heading? Was I destined to become a rogue? Is this karma for my past decisions? These thoughts churned in my mind as I ran. I felt weak, my wolf wincing in pain within me. The primal instincts that normally guided us were faltering under the weight of confusion and fear.
"Run!" My wolf screamed again, a note of urgency that cut through my doubts. She must have noticed something I didn't, sensed a danger that lurked. I obeyed, pouring every ounce of energy into escaping the unknown threat.
But my instincts had misled me. I ran headlong into a hidden danger, and as I sprinted, the world around me abruptly darkened. Before I could react, a searing pain at the back of my head struck like a lightning bolt, and my vision dissolved into inky blackness.
I fell to the forest floor, disoriented and dazed. A throbbing agony radiated from the point of impact, and my senses were muddled. I could hear voices, faint and distant, as though they were on the other side of a thick veil.
"Who is she?" a voice asked.
"She's from Dante's pack. Look, the mark on her arm, they all have it. “Found her unconscious in the woods," another replied.
A strange sense of relief washed over me. I wasn't alone in this dark and unfamiliar place. But why were they helping me? What had happened to Dante? Or were they Dante’s me? So many questions swirled in my mind as I teetered on the edge of consciousness.
I felt myself being lifted, carried, and placed on something soft. The pain at the back of my head remained sharp, but it began to ebb as a cool sensation washed over my body. Despite the confusion and fear, I couldn't help but wonder who my unexpected saviors were and what their intentions might be.
Soon, I blacked out…
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