Marrying the Dark Alpha

Before the dark, obsessive, hideous, and disabled Alpha of the Wolf Pack chose his wife, rumors spread that he favored Cat Clan beastwomen above all others.

My fiance feared that my family's maid would be selected, so he spent days and nights making passionate love to her in my bed behind my back.

Only after the maid conceived his beast egg did he finally feel at ease.

On the day my fiance and I were supposed to form our bond, the maid stroked her slightly rounded belly and flaunted it before me.

"Ms. Sinclair's bed certainly served its purpose. Nate and I only needed three months to conceive a beast egg."

After speaking, she deliberately covered her mouth with a triumphant smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Nate is actually the exiled heir of the Eagle Clan!

"For old times' sake, he said he'd graciously allow you to join the Fairfaxes as my maid to care for me during my pregnancy."

I let out a cold laugh. She was destined for disappointment.

If she would not marry the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, then I would.

I could never be her maid, because I would only ever be the Wolf Pack's Luna.

I received the bonding notification matching me with Kieran Darkmoor, the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, while standing outside my bedroom door.

Through the slightly ajar door, I caught the heavy scent of heather drifting out. I could hear a beastwoman's sultry moans mingled with a beastman's husky growls, coming at my ears in rhythmic waves.

A lace nightgown lay discarded by the doorway, draped carelessly over my red high heels. Those were the same heels that Nathaniel Fairfax once spent an entire month crafting by hand from the finest materials, just for me.

Now, they were stained with dampness from the lace nightgown, utterly defiled.

It was so revolting that my stomach churned, nausea rising to my throat.

The shoes were ruined, and so was Nathaniel.

Grace Pemberton traced teasing circles on his chest with her finger. "Nate, you truly spoil me rotten. Are you really willing to let Ms. Sinclair enter beast servitude to become my maid?

"She's so proud. What if she refuses?"

Nathaniel lovingly caught her hand and kissed it.

"She doesn't have a choice. Now that I'm the Eagle Clan heir, the Sinclair family is practically begging to work with me. You've suffered enough indignity serving as her maid all these years.

"It's time she returned the favor."

His words dissolved into another round of passionate coupling.

"Nate, be gentle. I'm carrying your egg."

I clenched my fists until my nails cut into my palms, eventually drawing blood.

When did the beastman who once worshipped me like the moon change? Where was the beastman who would scrub his hands raw if he accidentally touched another beastwoman, then anxiously ask if I thought of him as contaminated?

Perhaps it was when Grace deliberately tumbled into his arms, and he did not immediately rush to wash