Chapter 4 Give Me An Heir

The alliance papers were already signed, and my fate was sealed. We were chosen mates, so there was no need for the formalities of a traditional wedding like fated mates usually had. Or maybe he was just too impatient to take my virginity, because I was taken straight to his castle in the Moonglow Pack. It was massive, towering, with its cold, commanding presence. My assigned room was nearly the size of our entire pack house back home. Five omegas entered shortly after, silent and graceful. They ran a warm, scented bath and prepared me for the night ahead— my wedding night. They dressed me in a sheer, white gown that clung to my skin like mist, no undergarments beneath. I felt exposed, shy… but I didn’t resist. My hair was curled softly, makeup applied with delicate precision. I looked nothing like the girl from this morning. I looked like someone made solely to please the Alpha King. Then, they led me to the royal garden. Under the glow of the full moon, with silver light cascading through the trees, I waited. The marking and mating ritual of the Moonglow Pack required the Alpha and Luna to be marked and mated beneath the open sky—to be blessed by the moon goddess herself. The air shifted. I felt him before I saw him. His presence was undeniable—heavy, dark, and magnetic. My heart thudded as he stepped into the moonlight, every inch the ruthless king I had heard stories about. His eyes locked on mine, a flicker of emotion crossing his otherwise unreadable face. Possession. Hunger. Need. “I’m not ready for…” I whispered with nervousness. His thick, dark eyebrows creased with confusion before he spoke to me for the first time. “You are ready, sweetheart,” he said, his voice cold and his gaze icy. “We need to have a child as soon as possible, and for some reason, I trust you to give me one. Don’t disappoint me.” I shifted from one foot to the other, fiddling with my fingers before finally summoning the courage to ask the important question that had been troubling me ever since the revelation of this arranged marriage and alliance. “What if you find your fated mate while married to me?" I breathed out nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. "I am twenty-five and still haven't found her," he dismissed my concern smugly, his icy gaze boring into me. "But it doesn't mean you can't find her in the future," I argued, and lowered my gaze when I saw his jaw clenched. His expression turned hard and cold, his calculating gaze studying me intensely for what felt like an eternity before he finally responded, "You have my word, Selena. You will always be my Luna as long as you give me an heir." “What will happen to me if I am unable to give you a child?” I repeated out my fear, staring him in the eyes. “We don't have the whole night.” He avoided answering?! “Will… will you kill me?! Like others?” He stiffened, his impassive eyes peering into mine. “You are about to be the Luna of this pack and a wife to a great alpha. Think of how to make me not regret choosing you.” He breathed, and I felt a flutter in my heart. Why does his voice suddenly go gentle? He stretched out his hand to me, and I took it. And then—it happened. That spark. It shot through me like a jolt straight to my core. His eyes widened for just a second. He felt it too. But just as quickly, his face turned cold again, as usual. His grip tightened as he pulled me closer, his arms encircling my waist. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't look away from his hypnotic gaze. His hand gently cupped my face, lifting it until my eyes met his—dark, alluring, and full of raw lust that threatened to consume me completely. His full lips parted, releasing a low, possessive growl from deep within him. My breath hitched as his lips met mine in a fervent kiss. My first kiss! I gasped and he thrust his tongue in my mouth. My senses drowned in the intensity of the moment as my eyes instinctively closed, surrendering to the powerful connection between us. His tongue explored my mouth with a possessiveness. I shamelessly moaned, lost in the intoxicating bliss of the moment. His arm tightened around me, drawing me closer as if he wanted to merge our very beings into one. His lips left my mouth, and a trail of kisses led down to my neck. My head fell back in response, offering myself willingly to him. His wicked tongue licked the spot where his mark would be placed, sending another surge of desire through me. And then, he carried me in his arms and laid me gently on the soft bed under the moonlit sky. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was the same man I’d once believed to be heartless, ruthless—even monstrous. And yet here he was, igniting every nerve in my body with a single glance. I had expected it to be raw, hard, and devoid of emotion—just a duty to him. But the moment he tore the delicate gown from my body, his eyes roamed over me with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. Then with one smooth motion, his robe dropped to the floor. He was stark naked—and breathtaking. I bit my lip as heat pooled between my thighs. Goddess, he was a work of art—sculpted like a warrior god, a beauty so divine it could rival the legends of Olympus. But it wasn’t just his body that left me breathless. It was the way he looked at me—as if I was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. His lips crashed into mine, devouring every breath, while his hands explored my trembling body, sending sparks of fire in their wake. Before I knew it, his mouth found my sensitive nipples, and his fingers slid between my thighs, finding my dripping cunt. “Oh, goddess…” I gasped, my head spinning from the overwhelming ecstasy. No man had ever touched me like this. Hell, no man had even seen me without clothes. But he was my husband now. I lost count of how many times he made me cum with just his mouth and fingers, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. Zander was really giving me the best night of my life. Then I felt him, insanely thick and impossibly long, almost a foot long, nudging at my entrance. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he pushed forward in one powerful thrust, claiming me completely. The sting of pain made tears pool in my eyes—he had torn through the hymen. And yet, in that moment, I felt the bond begin forming. We weren’t fated mates, but our souls had begun to intertwine. His movements started slow, deliberate. Each thrust was firm, letting me adjust to his size. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a growing heat that spread through my body. My moans echoed softly in the moonlit garden as his pace quickened, each thrust deeper, more intense, until all I could feel was him. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck. Then came a sharp sting—his canines pierced my skin, branding me with his mate mark. In that instant, the bond locked into place. I could feel his wolf reaching for mine, our souls touching in a way that felt both terrifying and divine. But then the pain returned—sharp, deep. My body tensed. Oh goddess! He was knotting. A cry escaped me as I felt him stretch me further, filling me completely. He held me tight, buried deep, unmoving as the final part of the ritual took hold. Time blurred as we lay tangled together, his lips pressed onto mine. Wave after wave of his release pulsed into me, his intention clear—he wanted an heir. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I trust you won't be like the other women. You will give me a child.” From that day, I became his wife and was crowned the Luna of his pack, faithful to all my duties and obligations. I followed every rule and went to battles with him. I was respectful, submissive, and loyal. My heart grew fonder, and I didn't even know when I began to fall for him. Months passed, turning into a year, and there was no sign. I did a lot of rituals, praying to the moon goddess tirelessly for a child. Even if it was just one, because that was the only thing missing in our blissful family. “What haven’t I done for you? When will you give me a child?” he had once said, his sad eyes locking onto mine with a cold intensity. My heart sank, a crushing heaviness settling deep within me. Every time I got pregnant, I lost the child in the early stages. They wouldn’t survive in my womb. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. As it clocked months, his patience ran out. He began to blame me for everything and accused me of not having a womb. He would hardly spend time with me and seemed to hate me more as each day passed. I was hearing rumors that he was having affairs with another woman. I heard he was planning to get rid of me for another woman. All these left me in terror and anxiety, but there was nothing I could do other than cry and pray for a miracle from the moon goddess. So, I had to call my father on the phone about the plan we had. The one he promised to do and help me get pregnant. It was something I really didn't want to do, especially as I was in love with Zander. I just had to do it because I didn't want to ruin our marriage. That was the only option to keep me safe. Since it would be an artificial insemination from someone in Zander's family, I trusted my father to take care of it just as he promised. But I waited and waited, but no one answered the phone. Worst of all, his phone ceased to go through, and Zander wouldn't allow me to visit him. Zander had kept me under surveillance 24 hours. “I regret trusting you. Why did your father promise me? Why did he make me believe in you? Is it because of the money or what?!” Zander had spat at me last night, his eyes blazing as though there was fire in them. I was frozen, unable to say anything, scared I would say something that would make him murder me. He stood tall, glaring at me like I was prey he couldn't wait to devour. Then he received a call, and I saw how all the anger faded as he saw the caller. He answered the call, his tone softened. “Hello.” “Alright.” “I will be there in a jiffy.” A smile was on his face as he made the call. “It is late.” I mumbled, glancing at the clock. 1 pm. “Not you sounding like a wife… You aren't even worth being my maid.” He hissed, and I felt an anguishing pain hearing this from him. His mark was aching on my neck from his hatred and repulsion. We were meant to be in love and show affection to each other as chosen mates. I woke up this morning feeling so weak, my head banging like I was struck by a moving train, every one of my joints aching. I lay on the big king-size bed all alone. The sickness was abnormal, so I dragged myself up, and the moment I entered the restroom, nausea hit me, and I found myself burying my face in the sink, vomiting. I quickly cleaned up and dressed up for a checkup in the hospital. Could it be what I am thinking?