My heartless Alpha

New House

Zayra's POV

Last week, we moved out of the pack house and into a new home. At first, I thought Jarem wanted to create a space for just the two of us, a sanctuary for our relationship. But I was wrong. It quickly became clear that he was only seeking to isolate me, to abuse me away from the prying eyes of the pack.

Every day, I'm terrified of his unpredictable outbursts, and I can't comprehend why he's changed. Just a few months ago, everything between us felt perfect. I was so in love with him that I began making excuses for his behavior, convincing myself that he was just stressed or overwhelmed with his responsibilities as an alpha.

His office is still at the pack house, and I often have to seek him out when I need anything. It's been days since he came home to sleep. Instead, he spends the night at the office, leaving me alone in our new house, drowning in my anxiety and confusion. When he does come home, he's cold and distant, lashing out at me for no apparent reason.

I've heard things from my friends about what men want, the different kinks they might have. In the beginning, I was eager to please him, thinking that perhaps he simply wanted to explore new experiences. But as I began to feel the weight of his abuse, I started to fight back. I come from a line of warriors; my brothers and father taught me how to defend myself. But every time I try to stand my ground, it only seems to excite him more.

The more I resist, the more violent he becomes. I feel trapped in a cycle of fear and submission. It's exhausting, and I know as Luna, my emotions can ripple through the pack. I've been doing my best to hide what I'm going through, but inside, I'm a storm of confusion and pain.

I keep asking him what happened to us, but he shuts me out, refusing to talk. He's been going out more often, coming home late, and I can't shake the feeling that he might be cheating on me. The thought of him being with someone else sends a pang of anguish through my heart that I can't articulate. I feel lost, and it's unbearable.

Two nights ago, Vicente found me. I'm still not sure how he managed to enter the territory, but seeing him was a bright spot in my otherwise dark days. "Zayra," he called, concern etched across his features. He has always been there for me, especially when my brothers were overprotective.

I know he's had feelings for me, but the reality of a wolf and a vampire together is a complicated dream. So we brush it aside, but his presence brings me comfort that I desperately need.

Just as I'm starting to feel a flicker of hope, Jarem comes home. I can sense his anger even before he steps through the door. My heart races as he orders me to come to him.

He sinks onto the sofa, looking at me with that familiar intensity that both thrills and terrifies me. "Come closer," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "Get on your knees."

I swallow hard, knowing exactly what I'm expected to do. I've done this countless times before, but it never gets easier. I undo his belt, unzipping his pants, and though it's not as daunting as before, it still feels like a trial. His size makes it difficult, and tears spill down my cheeks as he chokes me, forcing me to the brink of nausea.

I can feel his gaze on me, penetrating and possessive. "You know why I'm with you, right?" he asks, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "With your body, I find the pleasure that I can't get from any other she-wolf. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be here."

When he finally climaxes, I'm forced to swallow, the humiliation crashing over me like a wave. I hate the way he watches me, as if my tears are a source of his satisfaction. He brushes his fingers over my lips, trying to wipe away my tears, his touch both tender and suffocating.

"I'm still not satisfied," he says, his voice a growl of hunger. "I want you to ride me."

Inside, a war rages. I can't stand the thought of carrying his pups; I'm still taking my pills, determined not to let him realize that I don't want a future tied to him. I always imagined becoming a mother, but I wanted it to be on my terms—not with him.

So I cling to my hope, even in this dark reality, believing that somehow, I'll find a way to reclaim my life from the Heartless Alpha.