The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heat

Mia

It’s one thing to be mistreated by my stepfamily, but it’s another thing entirely for an ordinary servant to speak to me rudely.

“You do realize,” I said slowly, forcing the words past my throat, “that no matter how lowly my position is in this pack… it’s still higher than yours.”

The maid stared at me in shock, clearly not expecting me to speak back to her like that. For a moment, she just stood there, her eyes opened widely, she seemed to be in utter disbelief. 

Then she recovered. “This is under Miss Adeline’s orders,” she said coldly. “We dare not disobey.”

My step sister’s name was always enough. Enough to excuse disrespect from the servants. Enough to justify malice. I knew damn well, that this servant wasn’t just doing this because she was ‘ordered’ to.. 

She wanted to curry favor with my step sister so badly, because she was betrothed to the Alpha king, so getting in her good books mattered more than anything else in the world… 

It wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, just like every fairy tale ever told, I had a loving mother. And my father wasn’t so cold. He wasn’t so distant or apathetic toward matters concerning me. Back then, he used to look at me like I mattered, like my presence didn’t inconvenience him. I was born an omega, which was a rare occurrence because I was an Alpha’s daughter. The pack elders gave him quite the trouble, but he defended me and my mother, and never listened to their nonsense. 

Those memories now felt like something I imagined just to survive. Everything changed after the rogue war he went to with the previous Alpha King.

He returned and started behaving differently. And not long after that, he took a new Luna into our home. But she didn’t come alone. She came with a girl my age, and he recognized her in front of the whole pack as his daughter. 

It didn’t take much for me to calculate what had happened. My father had cheated on my mother when she was still alive.

That realization settled inside me slowly, painfully, until it became something permanent. I hated him for it. And over time, that hatred festered.

Our relationship deteriorated piece by piece, until there was nothing left to salvage. I snapped out of my thoughts and said coldly,

“I want this dress. I need it for tonight’s occasion.” The maid’s face turned red, angry that I was suddenly being so difficult. 

Tonight was the night of my fiancé’s Alpha celebration. The night he would be formally acknowledged. I wanted to look as dazzling as possible. 

I had already paid for the dress, a long time ago. I had sent my personal maid to retrieve it earlier, but she returned empty-handed, her head bowed as she told me the servants had refused to let her take it.

So I came by myself. And now they were telling me that my stepsister had instructed them not to give it to me. I was about to say something else, already forcing the words to my tongue, when my stepsister walked in.

I turned to face her immediately. “Do you really have to do this?”

She looked at me with that same calm, detached expression and replied coldly, “Do what?”

I swallowed the anger burning in my chest and said slowly, carefully, “You don’t need this dress for anything. But I had it custom-made for myself. So why must you… do this?” Her lips curved into an ugly smile.

“I hate you,” she said plainly. “And I like making life hard for you. So what?” Her eyes glittered as she stepped closer. “You can’t do anything to me anyway.”

“Isla,” she called. A maid stepped forward immediately.

“Bring the scissors.”

“No.., what are you thinking of doing!”

I rushed toward her without thinking, panic and rage colliding inside me, but two other maids grabbed me, holding me back with ease. I hated how weak I felt. I hated how easily I could be restrained.

I hated how all the rage inside me always had nowhere to go.

She took the scissors from the maid and, without hesitation, began cutting into the fabric.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Each sound felt like it was tearing through my chest instead. She smiled cruelly when she was done, then threw the ruined cloth at my face. “Here,” she said. “You can have your precious dress.”

Then she turned and walked away like nothing had happened.

I picked up the torn dress from the floor, my fingers shaking as I searched desperately for anything that could be salvaged.

There was nothing. I let it fall from my hands, my body trembling as I stood on the edge of breaking. But I couldn’t afford to fall apart. I shoved the anger back down. Deep inside my heart. Where it had always lived.

Her bullying had happened far too many times. And every time I tried to fight back, she wore that innocent face, twisted the truth so effortlessly that people believed her without question.

My father, and all the pack members always did. There was no point. So I turned away, walked back to my room, and decided I would simply wear something else for the party tonight.

I went to the party, my heart fluttering with excitement to see my fiancé. I had specially made something for him, a knitted piece, crafted with care, every stitch holding a piece of my hope, my love, my wish to see him smile. I wrapped it neatly, the ribbon tied just so, and clutched it tightly as I stepped inside in the private club room. 

The room was already filled with people. But the event wasn’t supposed to start until 9 PM, and I had come very early to be the first to arrive. I tried to ignore the creeping unease and moved toward him. I wanted to sit beside him, and offer my gift. 

But right after I reached him, he shoved me to the floor angrily.

My mind froze. Shock. Confusion. He had never been physical before, never raised a hand to me. What was happening now?

“Honey,” I said, trying to push myself up, my voice shaking. “Why did you just do that?”

He scoffed, his expression twisting into disgust. “How dare you address me by that name… you lowly omega.”

My heart stuttered, a cold spike of fear digging into my chest. “Raymond… What's wrong? Why are you talking to me like this?” His friends laughed, voices harsh and mocking.

“She’s so dumb… she still doesn’t get it.” “What an idiotic omega,” another added, their amusement cutting.

Then, my step sister stepped inside. My blood ran cold.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, Raymond had always told me about how much he hated her guts, that was another thing that made us bond very fast.. 

“Oh, sister…” she said, with her voice nauseatingly sweet. “Raymond is my very good friend, so why wouldn’t I be here?”

It was only when I looked at him again acting this cold, that I started to understand. My stomach twisted, sickening in its realization.

My heart raced. Could it really be…?

“Raymond…” I whispered, my voice shaking as I pieced it together. “… did you play me?”

He laughed, low and venomous. “Finally, you’re getting it. Of course I played you. All of it… was simply because your sister asked me to. Why would I ever willingly be with a lowly omega like you? You’re a disgrace to your father’s Alpha blood… tsk.”

His friends laughed. My sister laughed louder. I was just a pathetic joke to all of them. 

Pain and anger collided in my chest. My hands shook with the urge to strike, to tear into them for the cruelty, the betrayal. Without thinking, I lunged forward and slapped him hard in the face. 

“You filthy bastard! How dare you!”

He recoiled, anger flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand to strike back but my sister stepped in, her voice commanding.

“Stop… don’t hit her. I have something way better for us to do to her.” “What?” he asked, confusion and curiosity mingling in his tone.

She gestured to two of her friends. “Hold her tightly.”

I struggled, panic surging through me. “What are you doing? Let go of me!”

They held me tightly, their grips firm, unyielding. My chest heaved as I fought against them, but it was useless. Then she brought out a whitish powder and, with deliberate cruelty, sprinkled it into a drink. I tried my best to resist but, they pried my mouth open and forced it inside.

“What’s that?” Leonard asked curiously, his voice dripping with amusement.

“It’s an aphrodisiac,” she said, her tone cold and sharp. “She’ll run wild with desire and be forced to sleep with one of the lecherous werewolves here. How humiliating would that be?”

I kept trying to spit and resist, but their grip held me tight. I couldn’t move my tongue, couldn’t stop the liquid as it slid down my throat.

Raymond smirked, cruel satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

“It’s perfect… she refused to let me fuck her when i was faking being in love with her, so let her be fucked, and humiliated by another. It’ll be better if they are three or four. Hahahaha.”