The Alpha’s Forbidden Seamstress Lover

Ciara's heart raced as she watched Fidel, the Lycan prince, from across the room. She had crushed on him for what felt like an eternity, but she knew it was a futile dream. Lycans and humans didn't mix, and Fidel was destined for greatness, not love with a lowly human maid like her.

"Fidel, my son, the time has come for you to take your rightful place as king," Vladimir, Fidel's father, said, his voice booming through the hall.

Ciara's eyes met Fidel's, and for a moment, she thought she saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a mask of determination.

"I'm ready, Father," Fidel said, his voice firm.

As the night wore on, Ciara found herself alone in the guest room, her mind wandering to Fidel. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his touch and his love.

Just then, the door burst open, and Fidel stumbled in, his eyes glassy and his movements unsteady.

"Ciara," he slurred, his voice husky. "I need you."

Ciara's heart skipped a beat as Fidel approached her, his eyes burning with desire. She knew she should resist, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Fidel, I...I don't know if this is a good idea," she stammered, trying to sound convincing.

But Fidel just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, come on, Ciara. Just one night. That's all I ask."

And with that, he pounced, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss.

Ciara's resistance crumbled under Fidel's passionate kiss. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, and her body seemed to melt into his embrace.

As they stumbled towards the bed, Ciara's mind raced with warnings and doubts. But Fidel's touch silenced her inner voice, and she surrendered to the pleasure of the moment.

The night was a blur of passion and desire, their bodies entwined in a fierce and all-consuming love-making. Ciara felt like she was drowning in Fidel's eyes, her soul bound to his in a way she couldn't understand.

But when the dawn broke, Fidel's expression changed. His eyes narrowed, and his face hardened into a mask of disgust.

"What have I done?" he muttered, his voice laced with revulsion.

Ciara's heart sank as Fidel stumbled out of bed, his eyes avoiding hers. She knew she had been a mistake, a mere indulgence for the Lycan prince.

"You need to leave," Fidel growled, his voice cold. "Now."

Ciara's eyes pricked with tears as she scrambled out of bed, her body trembling with shame. She knew she had to get out of there before Fidel's rejection consumed her completely.

As she dressed and fled the room, Ciara couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find a love that accepted her for who she was – human and all.

Ciara's body ached as she ran through the forest, her tears blurring her vision. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Fidel, the man she loved, had taken her with a harshness that left her bloodied and bruised. The sheets had been stained with her blood, a painful reminder of Fidel's rough passion.

As she stumbled through the underbrush, she felt the sticky wetness between her legs, a painful reminder of Fidel's cruelty. She needed to clean herself, to wash away the shame and the hurt. She made her way to the river, her body trembling with each step.

As she reached the water's edge, she pulled up her dress and began to wash away the evidence of Fidel's harshness. The cool water soothe her torn flesh, but her mind was still reeling from the pain.

But as she scrubbed her skin, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see a group of werewolves emerging from the trees, their eyes gleaming with malice.

Fidel, still in his chambers, suddenly felt a jolt of anxiety. He couldn't explain it, but he sensed Ciara was in danger. He threw on his clothes and rushed out of the room, following the tug in his chest.

As he burst through the trees, he saw Ciara surrounded by the werewolves. His heart raced with fury, and he charged towards them, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Leave her alone!" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The werewolves snarled, but they backed off, their tails between their legs. Fidel turned to Ciara, his eyes softening.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than she had ever heard it before.

Ciara nodded, her tears still flowing. "Y-yes. I'm fine."

Fidel's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, Ciara. I was a fool to reject you. You deserve better than me."

Ciara's heart skipped a beat as Fidel's words hung in the air. Did he really mean what he said? Or was it just another ploy to get her into bed?

Fidel's eyes never left Ciara's face as he approached her. He could see the pain and fear in her eyes, and it tore at his heart. He knew he had caused her hurt, and he vowed to make it right.

"Ciara, I..." he started, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

But Ciara didn't let him finish. She turned away from him, her body language screaming her rejection. Fidel felt a pang of regret and sorrow. He knew he had lost her trust, and he didn't blame her.

Just then, Philip, Fidel's beta, appeared at his side. "Fidel, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning the scene before him.

Fidel shook his head. "It's a long story, Philip. But I need you to take Ciara to safety. Now."

Philip nodded, and together they escorted Ciara away from the river and back to the safety of the pack house. Fidel couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as they walked, knowing that Ciara was safe.

Fidel had entered his room now being bothered by what he had done. He knew the risks. He was madly attracted to a human. If word gets out, he'd be seen as weak. His father's name is at stake; as well as the fate of his pack.

There he made a decision. She has to go. He picked up the call phone and dialed Philip.

"He... hello Philip l, need your help"