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  THE WOLF WITHOUT A NAME

  A. K. Knight

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  ISBN-13: 9798780103622

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter 1: A child of rape

  Chapter 2: The first man I met

  Chapter 3: The Alpha's handsome nephew

  Chapter 4: Seeing a man naked for the first time

  Chapter 5: The Alpha's home

  Chapter 6: Freed by the storm

  Chapter 7: A new home or a hell hole

  Chapter 8: Used to pay off a debt

  Chapter 9: You don't deserve a name

  Chapter 10: Being the personal maid to the Alpha's son

  Chapter 11: A terrible evening

  Chapter 12: The Alpha's older son and the powerful scent

  Chapter 13: Should I forgive him?

  Chapter 14: Josh the player

  Chapter 15: The sick minded family

  Chapter 16: The red-haired maid

  Chapter 17: Reaching out to his terrified mate

  Chapter 18: The strange wolf in the forest

  Chapter 19: The big black wolf

  Chapter 20: The evil Alpha

  Chapter 21: Locked in the deadly beast's cell

  Chapter 22: My strange behavior toward the beast

  Chapter 23: Seeing her true side

  Chapter 24: Tired of living

  Chapter 25: Where am I?

  Chapter 26: In hiding

  Chapter 27: Being kept in the dark

  Chapter 28: Eager to save Christian

  Chapter 29: Cindy's injured mate

  Chapter 30: What are these strange feelings?

  Chapter 31: Start of a plan or end of a friendship?

  Chapter 32: He couldn't be

  Chapter 33: Ashamed of my feelings for him

  Chapter 34: Your mate is mine

  Chapter 35: A sudden change of behavior

  Chapter 36: Stabbed in the back

  Chapter 37: The land of Alpha Logan

  Chapter 38: Discovering the truth

  Chapter 39: I need to go

  Chapter 40: Captured

  Chapter 41: Safe in the Alpha's arms

  Chapter 42: Take me home

  Chapter 43: Finding out the truth

  Chapter 44: Preparing for the full moon

  Chapter 45: Preparing to reject my mate.

  Prologue

  "How did you escape?" I asked him frightened as he walked toward me, his bright red hair lighting up the room.

  "Wherever you are, I'll find you," Ares said as he sat on my bed beside me and stared into my eyes.

  I stared back at him, lost in the beauty of his eyes. Soon, I felt his warm large hand against my cheek.

  I was lost in his bright green eyes, just like mine. I never realized that I also had beautiful eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing. I closed my eyes as he gently stroked my cheek and caressed my face with the back of his hand. I enjoyed the touch of his warm hand and wanted to feel him against my skin even more. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt his hand against my left cheek and again returned my eyes to his.

  Ares gently moved his hand away from my cheek to move my hair from my face, placing it behind my ear. I parted my lips, lost in his attractive features, enjoying every moment of his touch. I could feel my wolf inside me jumping excitedly, happy he was there.

  I pushed my body toward him, resting my head on his bare muscular chest, feeling his hard chest against my face and wanting to be close to him—closer than I had ever been to anyone. He wrapped his robust arms around me and pushed himself backward, getting comfortable in my bed. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of his heartbeats.

  A soft moan escaped my throat as he brushed my red hair, running his fingers through it. I had never felt so relaxed and comfortable in my entire life. At that moment I did not want him to stop touching me.

  I could feel my wolf inside me begging me not to tell him to stop. The moonlight peeked through a tiny hole, lightening the room. I gently moved myself off his chest and stared at the beautiful art on his belly.

  Chapter 1: A child of rape

  "Get up you son of a bitch!" I heard someone shout.

  I opened my eyes and saw the small square door above me opening, and heard the creaking noise it always made.

  "Come, Girl," she called me.

  That was what Phyllis, my grandma, called me—my grandma—the person who had placed me in a cell as punishment.

  I didn't remember ever going outside. I could only recollect seeing the light peeking through the cracked walls of the cell.

  I held on to each side of my discolored, white frilly dress and slowly walked up to the small door.

  "Come, take this food from me," she said to me angrily, while she pushed the plate of food through the door above me.

  Ever since I could remember that was the drill.

  Tipping on my toes, I reached for it and quickly took it from her, not wanting to cause any trouble. I went to sit on the floor and rested my body against the cold concrete wall on the farthest side of the room, away from her. I placed the plate on my lap.

  She watched me from above, noting every move I made.

  Terror accompanied me as I slowly ate the bread and stewed chicken without looking up at her.

  "It pains me every day to feed you, handicap, knowing you are the product of rape," she said, scornfully. "Why is it you have to be the one to live and my beautiful daughter dead?"

  I placed the bread I held in my hands on the white plastic plate beside me, not wanting to eat anymore. Her harsh words had caused me to lose my appetite.

  "You better not waste that fucking food I worked hard for," she warned me.

  I quickly took up a piece of the chicken and again started to eat, terrified.

  I glanced at her. She was still staring at me with great disgust.

  "You're born in this world to rob people of their happiness, just like your evil father did to my daughter," she said. She slammed the cell door shut, leaving me to listen to her stomping on the floor as she walked away.

  I lowered my head to my chest and started to cry. I deserved to be locked away in a cell. She told me the reason over and over. I was a child born of rape. I was also a murderer. I'd killed my mom while she gave birth to me, and for that I was punished every day.

  The next morning while I was lying in bed feeling sorry for myself, I felt cold water pouring down on me. I jumped up from the bare concrete floor and wiped the water from my face. Looking above me, I saw Phyllis, my grandmother, leaning over the opened cell door, a bucket in her hand.

  Different day, same problem!

  My grandma! I wasn't allowed to call her grandma. I was only allowed to call her by her name—Phyllis.

  "Do you think I threw you down there so you can sleep all day and eat my food?" she shouted at me.

  I stared up at her, not saying a word.

  Phyllis was in her fifties. She didn't look her age, though. She looked like someone in their thirties, and she was very fit. She had short gray hair and was short and fat.

  I huddled against the wall, scared, as she questioned me, while my long, thick, curly, red hair and my washed-out blue dress drip
ped with water.

  "Answer me when I'm speaking to you!" she shouted down at me.

  "No," I answered her, while I shivered.

  "Take this!" she shouted at me.

  I quickly went toward her and took the plastic plate with fried egg and bread.

  "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked me. "I have lots of dirty clothes that need to be cleaned, and they're not going to clean themselves."

  I quickly devoured half of my breakfast and followed her by climbing up the ladder.

  I only left the cell to do the laundry.

  "Come on, start getting these clothes clean!" she said.

  She left me all alone in the laundry room, locking the door on from the outside. She thought I'd run off, but where would I go? I knew no one but her. How I hoped that one day she would allow me to go outside. I was dying to see how it looked and to meet others my age.

  I'd tried begging her once on my seventeenth birthday, but it didn't end well. It’d only left me with scars, scars I'd forever remember whenever I touched my back.

  I went over to the large baskets filled with dirty clothes and quickly separated the colored clothes from the white clothes. I washed them separately and placed each load in the dryer. As soon as they were dry, I folded them and placed them in the baskets.

  I heard footsteps coming toward the laundry room. I quickly completed my job and stood, waiting for the door to open. I knew it was Phyllis checking to see if I had completed my chores.

  Soon the door was opened and shut behind her, preventing me from running away, as if I was going to try. Her dark brown eyes examined my work then fastened on mine.

  "You can return to the cell," she instructed me. "You'll receive dinner in a minute."

  I did as I was told. I entered my cell and watched her as she closed the small square door above me. I hated being there. I wanted to go outside to see the world, but she wouldn't let me. I didn't want to die in that cell. I cried, thinking about that.

  My cell had a small bathroom. I undressed and went to take a bath. After bathing, I dressed in a white T-shirt and washed-out blue jeans and returned to my cell.

  "Miss Phyllis," I heard a male voice call from outside. I ran over to the wall, pressing my ear against it, trying to hear their conversation. It was the only thing I could do without her knowing.

  "Yes, Josh,'' I heard her say.

  "There's a storm coming tonight. Staying here will not be safe. You need to come and stay at the Alpha's third house with the others," he told her.

  "I'm happy you're looking out for me, but this house can protect us from the storm," she said.

  "Us?" I heard the male outside ask, surprise in his voice.

  "I'm sorry," Phyllis said, laughing. I was so used to living with my husband that sometimes I forget that he's no longer with me."

  Hearing her say that, my eyes widened.

  Didn't anyone know I was there with her?

  I wanted to scream to let the male know she was not alone. I would be free of her, I thought.

  But what if he did find out she had been keeping me for years in her cell, would he take care of me? I knew nothing about the world or what to expect from anybody. Shouting for help wouldn't work, I was convinced.

  "Oh," I heard the man’s voice again. "Well, you need to leave now," he told her.

  "I'm good," Phyllis said.

  "Well, the Alpha is sending out men to the elders, whether they like it or not, and they could be here any minute," he said, before saying his goodbyes.

  "Alpha," I said softly. I had no idea who an Alpha was.

  I sighed heavily and sat on the ground. I was sad. Being kept in that place was only robbing me of knowing about the outside world. I would never see outside! I detested that thought.

  My cell door opened, and I jumped to my feet.

  Phyllis climbed down into the cell. She stared at me as if she was lost and confused and didn’t know what to do.

  She worriedly ran her hand through her gray hair.

  "What am I going to do, now?" she asked, talking to herself.

  She turned to me and shouted, "I hate you!"

  I pushed myself to the concrete wall, scared.

  I was sure that it was not only the storm that was causing her to behave that way.

  "No, it won't work. They'll still find out," she said, holding her head.

  Was she planning to leave me alone in the house?

  She walked toward me and pulled me by my shirt.

  "I'm going to take you upstairs, and I want you to act normal when the Alpha or his men come or, I'll kill you," she warned me, and pushed me to the wall, causing me to hit my head against it.

  I held the back of my head in pain and nodded.

  "This storm is ruining everything!" she complained. "Come," she said, and walked to the ladder.

  I followed her up the ladder and into the laundry room. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was clueless about what was happening.

  Did she take me out of my cell because of the storm, or was she afraid of the Alpha?

  She turned the key in the lock and opened the door.

  My eyes opened wide.

  Chapter 2: The first man I met

  "Come on, Girl!" Phyllis shouted at me.

  I took one step, then another, moving slowly.

  Phyllis grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

  There was a knock on the door.

  "Stay here!" she told me, and went to the door.

  I stood still, obeying her. I looked around the kitchen, noticing everything around me. My eyes stopped on the window. I was disappointed. I was unable to see outside. The thick dark curtain blocked out everything.

  I heard Phyllis open the front door.

  "Good evening, Ms. Phyllis," I heard a man, with a rough voice speak to her.

  Phyllis returned his greeting.

  "The Alpha sent us for you because of the terrible storm heading toward us tonight. Since you are an elder, we have to protect you," he told her.

  "Let me get my things," Phyllis said.

  I heard her footsteps as she returned to the kitchen.

  "Let me help you," I heard another voice say. It was the voice of the same young man who had visited Phyllis earlier.

  "No!" she said.

  Eager to finally see someone’s face other than my grandmother’s, I ran into the living room, smiling. And there I met him!

  Phyllis was so frightened. It was as if she almost had a heart attack. She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me back into the kitchen. She held me by my throat and started to squeeze.

  "What did I tell you?" she asked angrily.

  I tried to speak, but I couldn't, because of her tight grasp. She pulled me back into the laundry room.

  "No, no," I said softly, not wanting to return to the dark.

  "Is everything okay?" a voice asked.

  Phyllis stopped choking me. We turned around, and there I saw him again.

  "Everything is fine, Josh," Phyllis said.

  "Josh," I said softly, but it wasn't soft enough for him not to hear.

  Hearing me call his name, he smiled at me, showing his beautiful white teeth.

  "Shut up!" Phyllis shouted at me and turned to face Josh. "I'm trying to control my handicapped granddaughter. Is it a problem?"

  Granddaughter? It was the first time I'd heard her refer to me as her granddaughter. But she had lied. I was not handicapped.

  "No, it isn't a problem," Josh said, and returned to the living room.

  Forgetting that I wasn't alone, I eyed him as he left. He was quite handsome. He had short, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very tall, slender, and looked strong. I turned my head to the side and jumped when I heard a snort.

  "You're just like your stinking father," Phyllis said angrily. He eyed my daughter until he decided to rape her; now look at you with the Alpha's nephew."

  I lowered my eyes in shame when I heard her harsh words. She should have under
stood why I had stared at Josh. It was the first time that I had seen a man up close.

  "Look at you!" she continued to scold me. "You have his red hair and green eyes. You look just like your rapist father."

  My eyes filled with tears, and I allowed them to streak down my cheeks.

  Phyllis pushed me against the wall and left the room.

  I pulled myself down to the floor and cried. I quickly got up as soon as I saw the silver knob turn. The door opened slowly, and there I saw him again. My eyes widened in surprise. He was dressed in a light blue shirt and long, dark pants.

  "Are you alright?" he asked me, his voice smooth and sweet, but worried.

  I was so scared of being approached by someone else other than Phyllis that I ran and hid behind the washing machine. I lowered my head onto my knees, hiding my face from him.

  I heard the door close. I was so happy he was no longer there and was about to raise my head from my knees when I felt fingers running through my hair. I slowly turned my face, and met Josh's dark brown eyes, not too far from mine. I smelled his breath against my face. His breath had a strange, but sweet scent, giving me an urge to taste whatever he had eaten.

  Chapter 3: The Alpha's handsome nephew

  I jumped up and moved away from the wall, scared of being alone with him.

  "I promise I won't hurt you," he told me.

  I huddled against the wall, wanting him to leave before Phyllis returned.

  "Can you talk?" he asked. "I won't hurt you," he again said.

  I nodded, wanting him to leave or I'd surely be in serious trouble.

  He did not leave but stood there staring at me with his dark brown mesmerizing eyes.

  "I'm Josh Hernandez and I'm twenty-three, and you?"

  "Eighteen," I said softly. A name I could not give him, for I had none, and I didn’t want him to know what Phyllis called me.

  "Wow," he said surprised. "You have a beautiful voice, but can I have your name as well?" I froze, not answering him.

  "Your name must be as sweet as your voice," he said.

  I smiled. His voice made me feel strange inside.

  "Yes, that's what I want to see on your beautiful face, happiness, not sadness," he said, cheering me up.