The Return of the Pregnant Billionaire Heiress

Aria's POV

The only thought going  through my head at that time was that I didn't want to be where I was.  

It was night and it was obviously late but the men of Silverclaw Pack didn't give two shits about that.  They were throwing some sort of celebration.  For what? No idea.  Alpha Gregory, who was the pack's leader, was as drunk as the rest of the men.

And he had brought me out to serve as some source of entertainment for them.  I had never seen these type before.  They were different, and I had an inkling that they wouldn't go easy  on me.  

That thought brought a nauseating feeling to the back of my throat.

I was surprised that after serving Lana, I'd still have to serve these men. Orphans  really didn't have no place in the pack.  

"Wine!" someone shouted.

I moved my feet and got a tray  with a full jug.

"Hello, beautiful," the man drawled at me as I refilled his cup.  I didn't meet his eyes.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I was forced to look at his very  unattractive face.  

"Whoosh," he said.  "Who's this,  Gregory? Gregory? Who is this?" 

Alpha Gregory caught up.  "Oh,  just  a little bit of entertainment." 

I didn't know why he used that word when referring to me.  Well,  maybe it was because  that was all I was to him.  Ever since I found myself in Silverclaw pack,  I had been made to understand loyalty.  I would serve these people for the rest of my life.  

Without a mate.

I sighed.  

Just as I turned to leave,  the man placed his hand on my ass and got to his feet.  His touch actually revolted me but I didn't dare shake his hand off.  I could even lose mine in the process.  

His breath  was bad  and he didn't care that he was so close to me.  

"Hey,  there's  a nice place behind the trees where we can be alone. How about that?"

I made no comment.  

His hand squeezed, and I could hear his breathing  become intense.  The man was putting himself in the mood.  

"Hey, take your filthy  hands off her, Gura," someone intervened.  I thought I had been rescued until he added,  "She is mine for the night."

"And what the hell would you know about sex? Just  keep your mouth shut and let the experienced ones have at it," Gura said.  

"Don't talk to me like that!"

Gura scoffed.  "Or else what?" 

I knew I should leave there.  But Gura's hand was still on my ass.  What would happen if I did? Definitely something not good.  

Soon,  some of the other men began to pick interest  in our altercation.  I watched their hungry eyes  roam over my body and I knew  the night would be a long  one for me.  

This was the sort of life I was used to in Silverclaw.  

Someone approached  from behind.  He stood  in front of me and raised the jug to refill his cup.  

"I should pour that for you,  sir," I offered.  

He looked at me.  "I can do that myself."

The moment our eyes met with each other,  something changed.  I had never felt it before  but I had been waiting for it all my life.  

Questions  had been asked about how I would know,  and I never did forget all I had been told.

Within,  my wolf whispered  the one word I had been waiting for, and that was for a long time.  "Mate."

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I could tell that he felt it to.  Whoever, he was.  How surprising that I would meet my mate in such circumstances?