The Bastard’s Claim: Iced by the Outcast Alpha

Liora's POV

“Oh.. fuck.“

Talia—my best friend's voice echoed through the room as my chosen mate—Ronan—the Prince of the Silverhart pack—my fiancé for the past three years thrusted into her with reckless abandon. We were supposed to get married after we graduate from the Silverhart College in the next two years, but not anymore.

Silverhart College is a prestigious College built in the heart of the Silverhart Pack. An Ivy League for prominent wolves in the country.

I blinked severally just to ascertain if I was seeing correctly—if the gut-wrenching scene unfolding berme wasn't just an illusion of my mind but when I opened my eyes the scene never disappeared—if anything—it was clearer.

Talia was bent over the study desk at the far end of the room, her acrylic nails gripping the edges tightly like it was only thing teething her to sanity, while Ronan was pounding into her brutally, his hands grabbed her breasts and used it to move her forth and back.

The scene feels like someone's claws had reached into my heart and ripped it apart.

The 'Happy birthday, my sunshine' red velvet cake trembled in my hand. Today was his birthday and I had left my dorm to come surprise the man I love and here he was, fucking my best friend like I didn't even exist at all.

My eyes watered but I forced myself to remain calm like father had taught me. 'You're an Alpha female, Liora. Don't show your weakness,' Father would always say.

“Oh… Ronan, yes… there—fuck—you like my pussy, don't you?“ She moaned out—the sound were like a bad music to my ears. “How did you like your birthday gift?“

“Yes—fuck—i—love—it,” a guttural growl tore out of his throat, and he threw his head back. “So tight, baby. Squeezing my dick together.“

“Am I better than Liora?“ She screamed out. “Is my pussy better than hers?"

Ronan didn't answer immediately and for a moment, I swear, I hoped that he would say no—say that I'm better than her at least.

“Yes,” he finally answered. “I love your pussy better than hers.“

My chest clenched. My stomach knotted painfully from the betrayal of our bond. My wolf—Sam—snarled angrily—wanting to break free and rip these betrayals apart—but then I held back; I won't waste my strength dealing with them.

This was the same man I had given absolutely everything to—yet he's here slandering me at every given opportunity.

How pathetic?

No.. no.. this can't be happening, right?!

I should probably leave right?! Nothing here for me anymore but then I decided to show myself—just to let them know I saw them.

“I'm about to cummmmmmm, Ronan—”

I couldn't take it anymore. “You bastards!“ I screamed, storming towards them with unrestrained rage.

Ronan thrusted out of Talia and stepped back, his eyes and mouth widening in shock. “Liora, this isn't what you—”

I didn't listen. I slapped the cake on his pathetic face. The board fell to the floor, leaving the buttercream icing on his face. “You cheating asshole!“

Then I turned towards Talia—she was trying to gather the clothes sprawled across the floor. I hauled the gift bag at her. “You were supposed to be my friend, Talia. My sister.“ My voice trembled from the pain.

Talia and I had been friends since childhood. Her father was the gamma of my pack—BlueMoon pack. She was more of a sister—than my own sister—and I couldn't have ever imagined this from her.

She moved towards the bed and wrapped the covers around her body.

“Are you crazy, Liora?!“ Ronan growled, dragging his claws along his face to get rid of the icing. “Who the hell did you think you are?“ He wrapped his hand around my wrist but I snatched myself away, my eyes blazing.