Betrayed by My Alpha, Bound to the King

Ayesha gasped for air, grabbing Ronan's arms and hitting them desperately to make him release her before she fainted.

"I'll kill you, Ayesha, before you can even run!" he hissed.

Tears filled her eyes, and her face darkened as she gasped for breath. 

Ronan's grip on her throat was too tight, and Ayesha was nearing blackout. It was the first time Ronan had treated her like this, the first time she saw him in this way.

"Do you hear me, Ayesha? Do you understand?!" 

At that moment, she sensed something deeper than heartbreak… fear. 

"You are mine. You will always be mine. Not a Luna. Not a mate. But mine," he said possessively.

Then… he released her. She fell like a ragdoll, coughing fiercely as she collapsed to the floor. Her body quivered from head to toe. Her lungs burned.

But she didn't cry out. She didn't plead. She stayed there, trembling, clutching her belly as if that small life could keep her grounded.

Ronan looked down at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His expression was no longer angry, but cold. "Strip," he ordered.

Ayesha slowly lifted her head, eyes wide with confusion. "What…?"

"Remove your clothes," he commandingly ordered. "And get onto the bed. That's where you belong." His voice was cold and harsh.

"Do you think you matter?" he mocked. "You're a wolfless omega. Your purpose is to warm my bed. Be thankful I even keep you here."

Tears welled up and slid down her face as his words hit her hard, each feeling sharper than the one before.

"Do you think anyone else would want you?" he said, moving closer. "No one's coming to save you, Ayesha." 

He crouched down, holding her chin to make her look at him. "But me?" he whispered. "I'm the only one you have." His thumb lightly touched her bruised cheek, almost teasingly gentle. "I feed you. I protect you. I keep you alive. Without me, you'd be dust."

Ayesha's hands trembled as she tried to push him away. "Let me go…" she whispered.

Ronan's fingers tightened, not enough to bruise but enough to remind her who was in control. "You're not going anywhere."

She attempted again, weakly struggling. "I don't want this. Please, just let me go-"

"I already told you," he snapped. "You belong to me." He yanked her closer once more, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent like a man addicted. 

Ayesha's heart pounded with terror. Then he pulled back. "If you run, Ayesha… if you ever try to take my child away from me again… I won't hesitate. I'll bury you myself." It was not an empty threat. Ayesha could feel it deep in her bones… it was a silent vow.

Her blood turned to ice. That night, Ronan took what he wanted from her… without care or consent.

And Ayesha... she couldn't stop it.

She lay there after he was finished with her, skin burning from bruises and shame, staring into nothing. The air was thick with his scent still clinging to her. Her body felt unfamiliar. Her soul was shattered into pieces.

She felt too hollow and numb.

Ronan stood at the edge of the bed, pulling on his trousers as if nothing had happened, like she was nothing.

"This wouldn't happen if you just behaved," he muttered, tossing her torn dress across the bed.

His voice wasn't even angry any more. Just... dismissive.

"From now on, I'm assigning guards to watch you," he said as he buckled his belt. "You don't leave this wing without my order."

And something inside Ayesha snapped. 'No!'

She sat up slowly. Every movement hurt. But the physical pain didn't matter now compared to how bruised she was inside her heart. Her expression remained calm, eyes lowered, lips parted.

She rose from the sheets like a ghost and stepped towards him.

Her arms wrapped around his waist from behind as she leaned into his back, her forehead resting against his shoulder blades.

"I'm sorry," she whispered softly, her voice small and wavering. "You're right... I shouldn't have argued. I was scared."

Ronan tensed but didn't pull away. She held on tighter.

"The Luna mistreated me. If guards are following me and she sees you protecting me, things will only get worse." Her voice broke. 

"Please, Ronan. She hates me. If she thinks I'm being watched, she'll assume I'm a threat." 

Tears slid down her cheeks… real tears, but not from fear. She mourned the girl she used to be. 

"I love you," she whispered. "So much." Half of her words were true; the rest were carefully layered lies, a performance driven by desperation. She'd once loved him; perhaps some wounded part still did. 

But now? Now, love only brought her pain. Survival has become her sole focus.

"You know what she's capable of," she murmured. "I'm scared that one day, you won't even get the chance to see me or our child. Not because I ran. But because she made sure we disappeared."

That made him turn.

Ronan approached her slowly, his brow furrowing as he examined her. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. She allowed him to scrutinise her, revealing her fear, vulnerability, and devotion- exactly what he needed to see.

She stepped closer, brushing against him deliberately. Her body was sore, but she didn't flinch. She rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his. Soft. Hesitant. Submissive.

"I'll obey you," she whispered against his mouth. "I'll endure as you asked. I'm sorry I made you angry." Her hands rested on his chest. "I'll never leave. You're my everything."

His eyes darkened. Possessive. Hungry. Without another word, he pressed his lips against hers, devouring her mouth in a fierce, primal kiss.

Ayesha kissed him back. She touched him where he liked. Let her fingers glide across his skin. Let her lips whisper the lies he wanted to hear. Made him feel wanted… needed. In control.

Ayesha played her part but her heart remained locked away, frozen and focused. While Ronan lost himself in dominance and lust, her mind was racing with strategy.

This was her last card. Her final role.

She had been the frightened omega. The discarded lover. The obedient girl too scared to fight.

Now, she would be something entirely different…

Ronan's gaze stayed on her a moment too long, and Ayesha realized she had to move fast. Her goal was to escape this hell with her niece Lyra by any means necessary, even if it meant risking everything or dying trying.