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 9
That night, I was lying in our chamber, wondering how my life had turned into a never-ending ordeal of pain. It was a far cry from the life I once knew, and I couldn't help but ponder how I had ended up in this living nightmare.
"Oh Dante, I miss you deeply" I muttered under my breath.
In the past, I had been a strong and independent person, unafraid to speak my mind and stand up for myself. But now, it was as though I had lost all that strength, and I had been reduced to submission by Lucien, the alpha I had once rejected.
As I closed my eyes, the quietness of the night allowed memories of my past decisions to flood my mind. I had believed that I was making the right choices, following my heart, but now I felt as though I was paying a heavy price for my actions.
Our chamber, which used to be a place of comfort, had become a prison of my own making. It felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. The air in the room seemed thick with my humiliation, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had allowed my life to take this tragic turn.
I thought about my father, the one person I had always relied on for guidance and protection. He was missing, and I worried about his safety. The hope of his return was the only thing that kept me going, a distant dream that seemed further away with each passing day.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I contemplated my situation. I longed for a way out, a chance to break free from the chains that bound me to Lucien and regain my independence.
But as I drifted into a restless sleep, I couldn't help but question whether that day would ever come. The uncertainty of my future hung over me, and I wondered if I would ever escape this life of torment that had become my new reality. My eyes opened again, I was crying subconsciously, I began to cry, my heart aching severely.
My sobs echoing while I lay. I couldn't help but feel the weight of my despair pressing down on me. It was as though the walls themselves were closing in on my misery. Each tear that streamed down my face was a testament to the pain I felt deep within.
As I wept, the sound of my own sorrow filled the room, drowning out everything else. It was in that moment, amid the echoes of my pain, that something unexpected happened. Suddenly, Lucien stirred in his sleep.
I turned to see him, my vision blurry from tears, and my heart skipped a beat. He had wrapped his strong arms around me in a tender embrace, holding me close. It was as if he had heard my cries and responded to them with a touch of compassion I hadn't expected.
In that vulnerable moment, he muttered softly, "I love you."
I was stunned, my sobs catching in my throat as I stared at him in disbelief. The words he had spoken were like a balm to my wounded heart, but they also left me questioning their sincerity. Could it be that, beneath his tough exterior, there was a glimmer of genuine affection?
As I looked at him, his face was relaxed, and he slept with an innocence that contradicted the ruthless alpha I had known. His features, usually marked by an imposing presence, now appeared almost peaceful in slumber.
I couldn't help but wonder if I had imagined his declaration of love. Had it been a dream or a product of my own longing for some form of tenderness in this cold and unforgiving world?
I cautiously moved away from his hold, trying not to disturb his peaceful sleep. The room was still, and the silence hung heavy in the air. I continued to watch him, my heart torn between hope and skepticism.
I saw a side of Lucien that I hadn't expected. He appeared almost vulnerable in his sleep, his expression free from the usual hardness that marked his demeanor. It was as if the weight of his responsibilities and the struggles of his role as an alpha had temporarily faded away.
I couldn't deny that his words had taken me by surprise. They had been uttered with a sincerity that had struck a chord deep within me. But I couldn't ignore the countless cruel and domineering actions that had defined our interactions.
"Did he really love me? What if he truly loved me and was just punishing me for my crimes?"
As I sat there, contemplating the complex enigma that was Lucien, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than met the eye. Was it possible that he truly cared for me, even in the midst of the torment he had subjected me to.
I watched in awe as Lucien stirred from his slumber, his eyes slowly opening to meet mine. His words, uttered with a soft sincerity, filled the room, "I truly love you."
My eyes widened in shock. The unexpected declaration left me stunned, my heart racing as I tried to process what had just happened. It was as though a ray of hope had pierced the darkness that had enveloped my life.
Before I could fully comprehend the situation, Lucien drew me close, his strong arms wrapping around me in a gentle embrace. Time seemed to stand still as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my lips.
I was taken aback, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of this sudden display of affection. It was a stark contrast to the harsh and domineering alpha I had known. His kiss was a gesture of tenderness that left me both bewildered and conflicted.
In the hushed moments that followed our unexpected kiss, Lucien's gaze bore into mine, his eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to strip away all pretenses. He spoke in a voice that held a touch of regret, "I'm sorry for how I've treated you, Corrigan. I know I've been harsh and unkind, and I regret it."
His words were a balm to my wounded heart, and I felt the walls I had built around myself begin to crumble. It was as though a weight had been lifted, and for the first time, I saw a vulnerability in Lucien that I had never imagined.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I responded, my voice trembling, "I've been living in a nightmare, Lucien. I've longed for the person you are right now, and I never thought I'd see this side of you."
With a deep breath, I found the words to respond, "Lucien, I appreciate your apology. It means a lot to me, and I want to believe that there's more to us."
His gaze never wavered, and he replied, "I know I've been ruthless, and I can't erase the pain I've caused you. But I'm willing to change, to be the person you need me to be."
"I forgive you, Lucien," I said with a small smile, my heart aching to let go of the past and embrace a different future.
His eyes softened, and he squeezed my hand gently. "Thank you, Corrigan. I won't let you down."
We leaned in for another kiss, sealing our commitment to a new beginning.
But as our lips met, a sudden howl echoed in the distance, a mournful cry that sent shivers down my spine.
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7.8
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