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"Mummy, why does he look so much like me?" Max inquired.  I stared into his eyes and I remembered the dark night that my parents were murdered. I was scared that he was going to end my life, just as his father did to my parents and there was only one option left for me if I wanted to live and that was to run away with his unborn child. Kiara, afraid of her past, ran away with the Unborn child of the Lycan King Williams after faking her own death. She becomes a successful single mother but then, she crosses paths with the Lycan king who is desperate for an heir and a spark is ignited once again. Her luck runs out when her supposed mate takes her hostage and makes her his slave, as a punishment for refusing his request. Thinking all hope is lost, the one she least expected came to her rescue.  Is she going to fall for him, and what dark secret is the Lycan king hiding? Find out...

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The One Night Stand

"Gulp." A large lump went down her spine like a spin going down a rocky tunnel.

The dimly lit bar was filled with laughter and boisterous chatter as patrons enjoyed their evening. Kiara stood at the front of the counter, where she should be nursing her whiskey, lost in her own thoughts as she didn't know how to start with the slutty job Lord Liam asked of her. 

Lord Liam, a feared and influential man known for his arrogance, slowly sauntered over with a cruel smirk on his face. With every step he took towards her, her anxiety heightened and she would continuously take steps backward away from him.

Lord Liam had always taken pleasure in belittling Kiara, as if her mere existence offended him. She had endured his mockery for far too long, but tonight she had reached her breaking point. As he drew closer, She could feel the tension in the room rise.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lowly peasant of the town, again. Keep hesitating to do what I asked and you will have to face an unenjoyable evening." Lord Liam sneered mockingly, his entourage snickering behind him. "How does it feel to always be at the bottom of society? No class, no name, just a filthy rag, huh?"

His words cut through Kiara like shards of glass. She could feel anger and frustration bubbling inside, but this time, she wouldn't allow him to break her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and looked Lord Liam directly in the eye.

"I am done being a filthy rag," she muttered to herself, determination surging through her veins. With that, she slammed her glass on the counter and forcefully pushed past Lord Liam, accidentally kicking him in the shin as she did so. The surprise on his face mixed with pain was oddly satisfying, as if he had finally reclaimed a small piece of my dignity if there was any left.

Ignoring the astonished onlookers, Kiara stormed out of the bar, her heart racing trying to get ahead of her legs, her mind set on finding solace elsewhere. She weaved through the dimly lit streets, feeling the cool night air brush against her face. She let her feet carry her instinctively to the next bar, hoping that drowning her sorrows in alcohol would provide temporary relief from the agony that gnawed in her soul.

As she stepped into the new establishment, the atmosphere was noticeably different. The air was heavy with melancholy, as if this bar offered refuge to those with shattered dreams. It suited her current state of mind perfectly.

Kiara took a seat at the corner of the bar and ordered a double whiskey, longing for a momentary escape from the humiliation that Lord Liam had inflicted upon her. The bartender, an old man with weary eyes, silently poured the amber liquid into a glass, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"You look like you've had a rough night," the bartender spoke in a raspy voice.

"You have no idea," She replied, a hint of bitterness lacing her words.

He leaned on the counter, studying her face for a moment before continuing. "Sometimes, all we can do is drown our sorrows and hope for a better tomorrow. But remember, the strongest warriors are forged in the fires of adversity."

His words struck a chord within her, resonating with a longing for change that had been dormant for far too long. She realized that running away wasn't the solution; it was time for her to rise above Lord Liam's taunts and prove her worth.

With a newfound determination, she drew the untouched whiskey closer and rose to pour the whole drink into her throat all at once as if it were a jug. The bartender looked at her curiously, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"I refuse to let Lord Liam define my worth," she stated firmly, her voice steady and resolute. "It's time I showed him and the world what I am truly capable of."

Kiara kept ordering more shots of whiskey, hoping it would drown out the demons that haunted her. The liquid burned as it slid down her throat, momentarily distracting her from her grief. Just as her hope started to fade, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"May I join you?" a deep, husky voice inquired politely, breaking through the haze of her thoughts. She looked up and met a pair of piercing blue eyes, filled with mysteries and secrets. A tall, well-built stranger stood before her, his presence commanding attention.

"Sure," she replied, a flash of indifference masking the vulnerability within her. Kiara's gaze lingered on his face, trying to unravel the secrets etched into his features. Little did she know, this stranger would soon become a part of the messy life she had grown accustomed to.

They sat at a corner table, engaging in casual conversation that waltzed between small talk and deeper topics. They didn't ask for each other's names, they just kept picking on random topics and he seemed genuinely interested in knowing her. 

They shared stories of their past, dreams and even their fears. As their laughter echoed through the bar, the weight on Kiara's chest lightened, if only for a moment. 

He felt so relatable as he looked drunk himself, he was probably trying to drown his sorrows too and in this state knowing that she wasn't the only one that felt this way, was a bit comforting.

Hours flew past, and the alcohol began to take its toll. In an impulsive moment of surrender to their desires, They left the bar and made their way to a nearby hotel. 

The room was dimly lit, its air filled with a mixture of desire and trepidation. A sense of inevitability enveloped the space, as if their fates were entwined by forces beyond their comprehension.

Morning arrived, and with it, a harsh reality seeped into Kiara's groggy consciousness. She opened her eyes to find herself entangled in satin sheets, beside a sleeping stranger. 

As the fog lifted, it was as if lightning struck her, electrifying her awakening thoughts. The face before her belonged to none other than the Lycan king himself, a name that haunted her nightmares - the very person responsible for the death of her parents.

A surge of fear and rage coursed through her veins, threatening to consume her.

"How could I have been so foolish? I had unknowingly bestowed upon him the intimacy I craved, while he held the blood of my family on his hands," her breath grew shallow as she contemplated her next move. She couldn't stay. She just couldn't face him. Not after everything.

Summoning every ounce of courage within her, She slipped out of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Kiara gathered her clothes, hastily dressing as her mind raced to formulate an escape plan. Her hands trembled, betraying the turmoil within her, as she snuck towards the door.

Kiara was scared and angry both at the same time, she wasn't moving in a straight line, her movements hasty and if one was watching, he or she would've noticed the alcohol lingering and the fear hinging in those movements and while she staggered. She almost fell down, but someone helped her up.

Kiara looked up to see who it was and it was someone she wouldn't want to see right now - Lord Liam...