Free Web NovelChapter 1: Caught
REBECCA’S POV
The library was my favorite place in the entire pack territory because it was always quiet and peaceful. Here, I could finally escape the cruel whispers and mocking stares that followed me everywhere else in the pack house.
Tonight, the pack library was dark, illuminated only by a single lamp flickering on my desk. Outside the thick stone walls, the rest of the Blood Moon Pack was celebrating. Even from here, I could hear the distant, heavy thumping of drums and the muffled shouts of dancing feet.
Today was the Grand Mating Festival—the biggest night of the year. For weeks, rumors had been flying that the Alpha King himself was coming to our pack, accompanied by his pregnant mate.
Not that I cared.
People had spent weeks gossiping about him. Some said he was terrifying. Others claimed he was the most handsome Alpha alive. Monica and her friends had nearly fainted when they first heard he would be attending tonight’s ceremony.
But I didn’t care about the King. Honestly, I didn’t care about the festival at all.
As the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Kelvin, I was nothing more than a maid with a meaningless title. My father hated my very existence because I was a constant reminder of his greatest mistake—a maid whom he had gotten pregnant after a drunken night years ago.
My stepmother treated me like garbage, and my half-sister, Monica, made my life a living hell. She was two years younger than me, yet she possessed everything—the beautiful dresses, the respect, and the unconditional love of our father. I, on the other hand, got the scraps, the hard labor, and a cramped room in the attic.
But tonight, my heart was beating with pure excitement. For once, I wasn’t sad.
Because I had a secret. A beautiful, perfect secret.
My mate was Brandon, the Beta’s son and the future Beta of our pack. We had discovered our bond months ago, but Brandon had begged me to keep it hidden. "The pack isn’t ready, Rebecca," he had whispered back then, gently framing my face in his hands. "My father expects me to marry a high-ranking wolf. If they find out it’s you, your father will lock you away. Let me handle it. On your twenty-second birthday, I will stand in front of the whole pack, claim you as my mate, and officially make you my Beta Female."
Today was my twenty-second birthday. Tonight was the night Brandon was finally going to announce our bond to the world. He had told me to wait for him here until the festival reached its peak, promising he would come get me.
To pass the time, I turned back to the book resting on my desk. It wasn’t a dry history log. It was a forbidden romance novel I had smuggled and hidden beneath the heavy pack records. Slowly, I traced my fingers over the pages, my eyes scanning the sharp black ink.
The passage described a dominant Alpha claiming his mate against a wall. The words were raw and dirty, detailing exactly how his large hands gripped her hips, bruising her skin, before burying his cock deep inside her. frёeωebɳovel.com
As I read, a strange, warm ache blossomed deep between my legs. My breathing grew shallow, and my pussy throbbed. I glanced around the empty library. The chief historian had left for the festival hours ago; I was completely alone.
Unable to stop myself, I slid down in my wooden chair and spread my legs, letting the cool air hit my overheated skin. Closing my eyes, I pictured Brandon’s face. I imagined his strong, rough hands gripping my waist, his hot breath brushing against my neck as he whispered how much he wanted me.
Slowly, I slipped my hand inside my underwear.
The touch made me gasp; I was soaking wet. I pressed two fingers against my swollen clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles. A soft whimper escaped my lips as the intense sensation made my toes curl. I rocked my hips against my hand, imagining Brandon’s rough touch, his deep voice, and his thick cock filling me up, driving me absolutely crazy.
Every dirty sentence on the page only made the ache worse.
The pressure building inside me became almost unbearable.
"Oh..." I gasped softly, my head falling back against the headrest of the chair. I rubbed my thumb against my sensitive bud, pushing myself faster and harder, completely drowning in the fantasy of my mate finally claiming my body tonight.
I moaned again, louder this time, my entire body shivering as the climax began to take over.
But right as I was about to crash over the edge, another sound echoed through the silence of the library.
It was a moan. But it hadn’t come from my mouth.
My eyes snapped open. My hand froze inside my underwear. My heart stopped beating, the pleasure draining out of my body in a fraction of a second, replaced by a sudden, icy fear.
"Ah! Yes... harder, Brandon... right there..."
The voice was high and whiny. It was a voice I knew all too well. It was Monica.
And she had just screamed Brandon’s name.
Inside my mind, my wolf began to howl. It wasn’t a happy sound. It was a loud, painful scream of pure agony. She scratched desperately at the walls of my mind, fighting to get out, sensing that something beautiful was being violently broken.
I yanked my hand out of my clothes, my fingers shaking so badly I could barely button my skirt. My chest heaved as I stood up from the desk. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to move. I crept out from behind my desk, moving silently through the dark rows of tall bookshelves. The noises were only getting louder.
The wet, sloppy sound of heavy kissing. The sound of clothing ripping. The deep, guttural growls of a man.
I followed the noise to the very back of the library. I turned the corner, and the breath was completely sucked out of my lungs.
There, pressed against the heavy wooden bookshelf, was my sister. Monica’s skirt was lifted all the way up to her waist, her pale legs wrapped tightly around a man’s hips.
The man was Brandon. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
His pants were pulled down, his large hands gripping Monica’s bare ass, lifting her up and slamming her hard against the bookshelf. He was kissing her neck aggressively, biting her skin, making Monica cry out in a mixture of pain and dirty pleasure.
"Brandon... oh gods, you’re so big," Monica panted, her nails scratching his back. "Tell me... tell me I’m your mate. Tell me I’m better than that maid."
Brandon growled, a dark, primal sound that tore straight through my soul. He didn’t hesitate. He drove himself deeper into Monica, making the entire bookshelf rattle. "You are my mate, Monica. You’re the only one I want. I’m going to claim you tonight in front of everyone."
I felt as though a blade had been plunged straight into my chest and twisted. The pain was entirely physical. It felt like my heart was literally ripping into two pieces. My wolf inside me went completely silent, curling up into a tight ball of pure agony.
The man who had promised me the world, the man who had told me to wait for him because I was his fated mate, was currently buried deep inside my sister. He was giving Monica the exact touch I had just been dreaming about.
It was all a lie. The secrets, the promises, the waiting—it was all just a sick joke.
I felt the room spinning. The air became too thick to breathe. Tears filled my eyes, burning my blurred vision. I stepped backward, desperate to escape the horrible sight, but my trembling hands accidentally knocked against a heavy history book resting on the edge of a nearby table.
THUD.
The heavy book hit the wooden floor, the sound echoing loudly through the silent, dark library.
The heavy pounding stopped instantly.
Brandon froze, his back stiffening. Monica gasped, her eyes snapping immediately toward my direction.
Brandon slowly turned his head. His eyes, dark with lust and fury, locked onto mine. For a split second, a flash of guilt washed over his features. But then, his expression hardened, becoming completely cold.
"Rebecca?" Monica sneered from over his shoulder, a twisted, evil smile spreading across her lips as she realized what had just happened. "Well, well. Look who decided to join the party."
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at Brandon, my voice trapped in my throat, watching my entire world collapse before me.
