Chapter 1: A Prison Called Home

ALESSIA

My mate was fucking a maid right in front of me.

Not somewhere else—but at the dining table while I was taking my breakfast.

Liam has humiliated me far beyond this. I’m used to his disrespect. I am a beta she-wolf and the Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack, yet I’m treated less than a maid.

Because my husband, Liam, the Alpha of the pack, couldn't keep his control over himself, every maid had been in his bed at some time or another.

And that is why they speak to me without respect. I can’t even deal with them—because Liam never stands against their behavior.

Instead, he hits me in front of them if I dare to argue with any of them.

I chewed on my bread and sipped my orange juice while Liam thrust harder into the maid on the dining table, making it shake under their movements. Her moans filled the room, while the other maids giggled, as though imagining themselves in her place.

"Scream my name louder, bitch!” Liam yelled, and she immediately obeyed, moaning, “Alpha Liam…”

His eyes met mine, and that smug smile spread across his face.

“You see, Alessia, this is how a woman should moan when she’s being fucked. Not like a corpse… or someone who goes blank when they're fucked,” he mocked.

The maids burst into laughter.

My grip tightened slightly around my glass, but my face remained still.

This was our third year of marriage and I still couldn't feel anything when Liam touched me.

I have tried but nothing worked.

I’m a doctor—I have treated countless patients with different issues—but I could not even fix myself.

He always said my inability to satisfy him was the reason he cheated. I had begged him to let me go and choose another Luna for himself, but Liam refused.

I finished the last bite of bread and drained the last of my juices. grabbed my handbag from the chair on my right, and got to my feet. I turned to head to where I belong—the hospital, where my skill gives me respect, a place far from this prison called home.

But Liam’s voice snapped, halting me mid-step:

“Don’t you dare leave without me cumming.”

My heart dropped. I closed my eyes in frustration and humiliation before slowly turning back toward them.

His movements grew faster, and her moans filled the room until, with a rough growl, they both reached their peak. He buried his face in her shoulder, panting heavily.

I exhaled shakily and turned to leave.

“Alessia, did I ask you to leave?” Liam exploded. “Come and clean up the mess.”

All the maids gasped, covering their mouths in shock.

I scoffed, clenching my fist. Every day, Liam always came up with a new way to humiliate me. Last time, he had made me prepare a meal for the maids, then stripped me naked in front of them while he struck me with his belt and let them watch.

You might wonder why I don’t just run away. Of course, I tried—anytime he found me, what followed was worse. So I stopped running. I learned to endure instead.

I took a slow breath, stepped forward, and picked up the mop and bucket. I cleaned the mess on the floor, then wiped the table carefully.

A low chuckle escaped from his mouth.

Before I could step away, he grabbed me and spun me around, my butt pressing against the edge of the table.

His thumb brushed my lips.

“Alessia,” he murmured into my ear, “there’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

I shut my eyes, forcing myself not to react.

“Since your cunt can’t respond properly… maybe your mouth can.”

My breath caught.

“Make sure you’re back early tonight.”

He shoved me away. I stumbled, catching myself just before I fell.

Without another word, he walked upstairs.

The other maids rushed to the one who had just satisfied him, whispering praises as she giggled shyly.

My chest tightened. I dropped the mop, grabbed my bag, and left for the hospital.

*****

I arrived at the hospital and headed straight to my office. As I reached for my lab coat, my mentor’s call came through. I answered immediately.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, my dear Alessia,” he said quickly. “I need your help urgently.”

I smiled softly. “Of course, sir.”

Mr. Blackwell wasn’t from our pack, but he had been like a father to me since I lost mine. More than anyone else, he felt like family—closer to me than Liam ever had.

“Alessia, I’m out of the city and might return late,” he continued. “I have a VIP patient waiting in the private ward. I need you to attend to them and prescribe the medication.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t usually assigned to male patients—only female. But how could I refuse him?

Even when I was mistreated by others, I struggled to say no. Saying no to someone who had always been kind to me felt impossible.

“I don’t mind, sir,” I said carefully, “but wouldn’t it be better to assign one of the male nurses?”

His tone shifted immediately.

“No, Alessia. They’re not ordinary patients. Their condition is…sensitive. I can’t trust anyone else right now.”

He paused.

“Just for today. Please handle it for me, my dear.”

I sighed heavily. It’s just for today—it won’t hurt. I’m a doctor, and I need to stay professional regardless of gender.

“Alright, sir,” I agreed.

He laughed lightly, clearly relieved, then ended the call.

I picked up my ID tag and headed toward the private ward.

“How may we help you?” Three guards in black suits and dark shades said, blocking my path. They were huge—more like bouncers than mere bodyguards.

I swallowed hard and showed my ID card. “I’m a doctor. Mr. Blackwell asked me to take his place.”

My voice was firm, but my body trembled as I wondered what kind of patient required this level of security.

The guards exchanged a glance, then nodded and opened the door.

A thick wave of scent hit me the moment I entered—cider and expensive cologne, harsh and overwhelming. I quickly closed the door behind me.

“Hey, doctor,” a deep voice greeted.

I turned slowly.

Three men lay on separate examination couches, shirtless, watching me with calm, unreadable expressions.

My breath stopped as I recognized them.

The Triplet Alphas of the BloodNight Pack.

What... the hell are they doing here?