Riek’s POV

From that day, my life changed. Till today I don't know the whereabouts of my sister, if she was kidnapped or murdered. It's just a mystery to me. I'm a survivor of this fateful incident but I'm glad that today, that pregnancy I held is now evident in a young boy, my little, vibrant, five year old son, Fridolf. There's this hidden reason behind his name which many do not know except those who knew of my ordeal, from my pack. I have this hope that though I'm living in darkness now, one day the sun will shine.

After my parents' death, I couldn't return to live at the apartment. I left without getting anything that same day to my uncle's house which is closest, I never hoped to seek refuge one day with his family but circumstances forced me. I thought that if I picked anything from my parents' house while leaving, that thing would continue to haunt me. Each time I set my eyes on it, I'll remember the horrific incident that happened which I want to let go of as soon as possible. Rather than thinking about this, my heart is burning for revenge. I'd never let the culprit go if I can discover who he is. It's now all on my shoulders, the police after they left didn't do anything till now, probably because there's no evidence, no one lived around and there was no CCTV camera installed in the house. For five years now, each time, I close my eyes to sleep and in my dreams, I'd often see mom and dad telling me to avenge their death, there was a time I screamed at them to stop disturbing me but they said they wouldn't until I did the needful.

"What do you expect me to do?" I asked them. "How do I get to know the person that did this horrible thing?"

"Don't worry you will in the near future," mom replied.

"Then when you find that person, do not let anything hinder you from taking revenge." Dad concluded. I think right after this encounter, they didn't come so often. That marked the end of staying in my uncle's house, so I packed out to the apartment the pack offered me. I could now get to live alone and raise my kid, he's so much of a loving child and the one who brings me Fridolf in the midst of my darkness.

My phone rings.

"Hello!" The voice on the other end comes on. It's the voice of Fridolf's class teacher. I guess what she wants to say already.

"Hello," I reply in a casual tone.

"School is over, you can now come and pick your son."

"Okay." I end the call with a sigh. I'm not even done with the cleaning I'm doing. Since I left my uncle's home, I took menial jobs in homes to feed, clothe and pay for my son's school fees. I look at the clock on the floor, it's 1 PM, the exact time my son's school closes. I have only a little to mob and I'll be done, it's better to finish up at once so after picking him up at school, I'll return home at once with him rather than coming back to continue the work. I don't need to worry, the school authorities actually provide for the care and safety of children whose parents do not come early to pick them up.

I finished at around fifteen minutes past one and hurriedly went to report to my employers. I got my eighty dollars payment, I thanked them and rushed to my son's school. Most kids are gone now, he runs towards me as he sees me from a distance. I take him into my arms.

"You're a good boy, glad you waited for mommy."

"Yes mom, I had to but I prayed you would come faster." I wanted to comment on this, but he's already up with another story, my son is just a great talkative sometimes and I love him that way though. "Mom mom," he says excitedly in a sing-song manner.

"Yes!"

"My friends and teacher really admire you."

"Really?"

"Yes," he replies with a childish nod.

"Ohhh!" I blush.

"They say you're so young and cute."

"Woww, thanks. If they said this to me, I'll tell them thanks."

"Yeah, but mom I have a question." As he says this, my heart begins to pump faster. Oh my goodness, I just wish something would distract him from asking the question he wishes to.

"Hmmm," I sigh heavily. "What's it you wish to ask?"

"Who's daddy?" These two words fall like a heavy piece of load, shattering my head to pieces. I can't answer this when I don't even know the man that got me pregnant with him, I mean I don't even know whether he's old or young, from my pack or not. I feel like my mind is being taken back to that day of the horrible incident, I wonder what prompts this question in my son today. Today, he seems more firm in his approach and determined to know than ever.

"I..I...Can we talk about this later?" I finally forced it out of my mouth.

"No mom," he protests. "I need to know. My mates often ask me who my daddy is and I don't know what to tell them." Tears begin to stream down from my eyes. The ordeal is more than what a five year old can bear, I can't be pressured into telling him, it might cause a life-long depression and I don't want my kid to grow up being sad. If I don't give him an answer, he would be curious and anxious as well, this might still lead to depression. I decide to form any story that might make sense. Thoughts start to fly in, dad is a soldier, he's working overseas, he works in the day and only has a chance to come home at night when you are asleep, don't worry one day you'll see him.

Riek’s POV

I'm about to say which is most suitable out when a Bentley pulls up in front of me, panic runs across my veins. I sense danger but Fridolf doesn't seem to realize what's going on. He's still persisting with me to answer his questions. Two masked men come out, each with a handgun. I want to scream, I look around no one in sight, I now regret taking a lonely road. I want to run back with Fridolf in my arms but they would shoot me, even if they don't, I wouldn't be faster than them. Though a gamma, I'm not a good athlete but a good wrestler. I learned defense skills from the age of three but they are useless now, as I stand before two armed, masked men who are ready to shoot if I make any movement.

One of them reaches out for Fridolf and takes him along. At this point I thought they were child kidnappers, not until the second taped my mouth and dragged me into the back of the car. I realize they are actually two men already sitting in front, also masked and armed. Immediately I was pulled into the car, the door shut and they zoomed off.

Inside the car, I cry the tears I've never cried before. Why should all these be happening to me? My son's question just took my mind back to the horrible incident that occurred five years ago, now another is happening right now. I shake, trying to free myself from the man's grip whose arms are already bounding me.

"Will you be still?" He thunders, I shake in fear. I would want to ask where he is taking me to, who they are but my mouth is taped. "Mommy, mommy!" Fridolf cries, the other man quickly covers his mouth with his palms to prevent him from crying to the hearing of passersby.

The hours spent inside the car seem like forever, it's getting dark. I remember I left my son's school at around 1:30 PM, or to be more accurate, a few minutes to two. With the already dark atmosphere, it must be around seven or getting to eight in the evening. I wonder where these men are taking me to, the drive consuming many hours signifies that I'm being taken to another pack because no location within the Snow Moon Pack would take more than three hours, though it's a very large pack, it wouldn't take more than these.

After some time I don't know exactly how many hours it is, we arrive before a giant gate, the driver honks and the gate opens. Were they already waiting for us? Then I realized that the men might have been communicating with them through texts, they were fiddling with their phones. They drive into the compound, dimly lit with golden lights at strategic points. The tape is removed from my mouth.

"You can shout now." The man that taped me mocks. Their masks are removed, knowing there is no use now, what will I do with them now, instead I'm crying for my son as he's taken to a different direction by one of the gang.

"I don't want to lose him! I don't wanna lose him!" I scream, crying my voice out of my throat.

"There's no escape for you now," he hisses. "We are taking you to our master."

Which master is he talking about? I feel goosebumps come up all over my body. When he sees that I can no longer walk down the stairs on my own, as my legs are shaking he carries me in his arms. We descend the stairs which are just so dark, I get scared that I would be killed or held hostage here. I can't even see through but marvel at how he and the two men walking after him are able to navigate their way through this tunnel.

The door opens, I nearly gasp at the extravagant, beautifully lighted and glamorous room which is very massive, a big sized bed covered with a golden cover and a golden chandelier which emanates golden rays on the room. Suddenly a strong scent hits me, the scent of peach, passionfruit and raspberries mixed together. The scent fills my nose and overwhelms me. I hope it's not what I'm thinking? I say inside me. I feel my wolf howl in what I would describe as excitement and sorrows.

"What's it?" I ask my wolf, it goes mute and refuses to say even a word.

The small door by the side opens, a tall, muscular and handsome man emerges from the inner room. The scent becomes more powerful taking the whole of me. The word 'mate' rings in my mind. It repeats the second time and the third. The reality I'd been trying to avoid hits me so hard in the face, it's impossible to deny now.

"Do I have to meet my mate under this circumstance?" I cry to my wolf but she doesn't say anything, my tension increases. The man raises his hand and gestures to the men to go. They drop me on the floor and walk away, closing the door behind me. Fear rises to its peak in my chest as I'm left alone with this man, his frightening aura surrounding me. I begin to shake in great terror as he walks with the aura of death towards me, as he walks up, I feel like the demon himself is walking towards me. I keep my face bowed as I sit on the ground, not being able to look at his face.

His hand raises my head rudely. "Look at my eyes!" He growls. Reluctantly I stare into his eyes with shaky eyes, I squeak as his charming blue eyes pierce on me and into my skin. "You're my mate and I had to send my men to get you here!" He says coldly, no element of emotion, neither hate or interest in his tone but then his countenance changes. Interest sets into his eyes as he caresses my face with his fingers.

Riek’s POV

I want to say, I'm not your mate, if I've never thought of rejecting my mate when I meet him, I would now. I can't imagine myself spending the rest of my life with a man like this who looks like the son of the devil, a mafia among shifters, there's no accurate word to describe the man standing before me now, if we were in the animal kingdom, I would say he's a lion, a fierce looking lion.

"Stand up!" He says in his deep voice, his eyes fixed rigidly on me, my legs shake underneath my weight. "I'm glad to have you with me." I exhale some air out, with frustration filling into me. How can I predict what would happen to me here?

"Who are you?" I'm forced to ask after a while. He bursts into a loud laughter, then he looks at me again. "I'm Alpha Conri, the prospective ruler of this pack, the Superclaw Pack." I gasp.

The Superclaw Pack is the largest pack with a population of over two million shifters, their wolves are the biggest, fastest and strongest among all werewolves. I'm so astonished right now, am I dreaming? I'm a mate to the Alpha of such a great pack but I heard that there was a controversy about his status, he was going to be a full Alpha and take the rulership of the pack once he found his mate. It had been some long distance story which I can't determine its level of accuracy.

"I'm not sure I'm your mate. Please release me. I want to go to my son, I want my son." My tears draw some pity from him, I observe his changing countenance, his fierce eyes are beginning to grow into a pale one.

"Don't worry your son is safe," he says in a cold voice. Then he carries me into his arms to the bed, my head arch, my spirit weak but my wolf is growling. He steadies me on the bed, caresses my body, I begin to feel a deep and strong emotional bond with him, tension which was fast building up in my chest starts to fade. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and pulls it off, my lips hanging loose in amazement at his broad, muscular and perfect chest, chiseled arms and abs.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his trousers, I open my eyes wide in astonishment as his throbbing member strains so hard against his black panties, I'm afraid that it would tear the next moment. He walks to me in the midst of the bed, sits before me and reaches out for the hem of my T-shirt. I feel so weak to decline or protest, I'm weak with passion.

"You're the girl I've been waiting for." He declares calmly. I hope he will still say this after he hears my story. I would love to hide my story from him and everyone. I don't want my ordeal to leave my mouth and spread to anyone further, let it end with my pack members who got to know it. He reaches to the tip of my jeans, unzips it and pulls it down. I'm left in just a bra and a string pant. I curl up my legs in front of me quite shy, the pains of the aftermath of what occurred to me five years now flies into me, making me believe that I'll once again feel the same pain. Nervousness sets in.

"What's wrong?" Conri asks, demanding an answer to the statement he made some minutes earlier, his voice is gentle, he brushes my hands. I keep mute, he grows impatient. "Speak! Why aren't you answering my question?" I shiver in fear?

"I'm sorry but I'm not ready for this!" I say almost on the verge of tears. He sternly stares at me, I glance down in fright. I'm expecting him to rise and beat me up, forcing his way into me but no, instead of this, he caresses me slowly.

"I know all you've passed through but I'm sorry about those, just let them go. You know it's history." His start is full of compassion, then it culminates into sarcasm. I get dumbfounded at this, how did he just know I passed through some stuff in the past or what I'm thinking of right now in my mind.

"I..I don't.." I stammer, wanting to ask how he got to know I'm a survivor of some miserable occurrences. With the statement he just made, he has a clue of what happened to me in the past.

With a wave of his hand, he dismisses my question, making me stop halfway. "Let's face reality now." He presses me down against the bed, and before I release the next breath, he sinks his canines into my neck. My wolf growls in ecstasy as this takes place, he withdraws his teeth and begins to suck passionately on the spot. I feel a sharp pain on my neck, I take my hand to feel the spot but he brushes it off and continues to suck on it passionately.

He trails his lips to my cleavage where he lingers for a while, then he grows impatient. Conri reaches to the hook of my bra behind, unhooks it. I let the straps of the bra fall over my shoulders, he growls, cupping my succulent breasts. Lust sparks in his eyes. He places his lips on one of my nipples which has already gotten hard for him. He lingers at the tip with his tongue, I moan in ecstasy, I've never experienced this before, I know this might have occurred to me while that happened but this' my first time of feeling this, he finishes with the left and moves on to the right to give me the same pleasure. I can't stop moaning. When his finger parts my legs and slides into my pussy, I scream in ecstatic bliss.

Conri carefully observes my face to see how the pleasure is having its way into me.