Alpha Kane’s POV“You will follow me to train today, so prepare adequately” I instruct Avery, trying to hold back any form of emotion. I have been very conflicted with myself since the incident at the library. This woman brings out the absolute worst in me to the surface. Fighting this bond has made me act irrational and my new irrational plan is to make her submit after training. Maybe if she realizes she can’t defend herself without me she might submit in return for my help. The only reason I keep trying is because this connection is mutual, my wolf always feels hers calling to me. I know soon enough she will agree, she has to. If she doesn’t, I honestly don’t know what I am going to do.“Tell me when and where and I will be there” she says confidently. No hint of fear can be traced on her features. A female wolf who is so open to training? that’s rare most especially with her background. Maybe she is just putting up a front. Avery couldn’t possibly know how to fight but I did expec
Alpha Kane’s POV I might just be losing my mind, it has been a few weeks since the incident with Avery and my patience is wearing thin with every second I have to spend around her. Even when I am not with her my thoughts are clouded with her, my nose would long for her scent and my entire body would call to her. I have been extremely patient but how long does she want me to wait? It's been long enough, she should already accept that we are bonded because I can't deal with all of this tension. I see the way her body reacts to me, I know she wants me too. “Make her submit to you now, you have waited long enough” my wolf instructs me. I can feel his yearning. “You know that wouldn't be easy” I try to explain but my wolf is too stubborn “You will do as you're told and make her submit or I'll take control” he must really be desperate to threaten me but I understand. I'll try to reason with her one more time. I tell a maid to send for Avery, I instructed no one should come to my
Avery's POV My heart races with a mix of fear and determination as I slip silently from the packhouse under the cover of night. I have had enough of Alpha Kane's antics. He will never understand that I want absolutely nothing to do with him. I do not care about the mate bond and I do not need him to make me his luna. At this point all I want is my freedom back Every step feels like a rebellion, a small victory in my ongoing struggle for freedom, freedom from kane, the pack and this cursed bond I want to have nothing to do with. I am terrified of what might happen if this doesn't work out as planned. I am very sure kane would do everything in his power to make me pay, I know he would not kill me but he can get very creative with his torture. I do not deserve all of this. A few months ago I was a happy wolf who had her best friend and was excited for her 18th birthday, ready to see what her future would look like. Now I am stuck here wishing I wasn't outside the night I was. Giving my
Alpha Kane's POV My world keeps unraveling every single day. My wolf is wild, restless, and increasingly unstable, consumed by the rejection Avery has so stubbornly thrust upon me. It is becoming extremely difficult to control my wolf and keep it from doing something we will inevitably regret. The bond between us pulses, a constant reminder of my need to claim her, but Avery’s resistance fuels my rage. I can't take it anymore, the more I continue living like this the more I can only focus on her. Every thought, every instinct, everything I do is clouded by the desire to break her, to make her submit to me as she should. I won’t be ignored, not by her, not by anyone. This isn't the healthiest of ideals but where has health gotten me to? I just need her and it's getting excessively difficult to keep the beast inside me in check.In a fit of desperation, I do something stupid which has become quite common since Avery came into my life. Desperate acts of stupidity to make her submit For
Avery’s POV My body is finally starting to break down. Days without food or water has finally taken its toll on me. It has left me weak and drained, but my resolve remains unshakable, I wasn't joking when I said I would rather die than give in to Alpha Kane. He is everything I despise, I don't care if we have this insane chemistry or if I find it hard to control myself when he is around, everything he does proves to me why he would make a terrible mate, he is arrogant, proud, annoying, and he doesn't want to let me be. It's like he doesn't understand that I need him to free me from this torment.I know he is incredibly handsome with his toned body, full dark hair, dark eyes that you could fall into and that intoxicating cedar scent that could make any wolf...It's not love it's just lust, Avery it's not love it's just lust. Is the mantra I recite to myself every time I feel like kissing him or doing anything stupid. Every time I feel myself slipping, the fire in my soul flares brigh
Alpha Kane's POV I am at the end of my tether. The constant rejection from Avery is pushing me to the brink of madness, it's becoming too overwhelming for me. Every ounce of my sanity is being consumed by the need to break her, to force her to accept the bond that I can no longer deny. I know she feels it too, if she could look past her ego and misplaced morals maybe she could see that being my Luna is not such a bad idea. I provide security, power, respect, wealth and much more. What else could she possibly desire that I can not provide for? Frustration boils in me like a thunderstorm that refuses to be quenched, and I decide it’s time to put an end to this defiance once and for all. I can't count the number of times I have planned to make her give in and failed. Making this woman submit to me is probably the hardest task I have ever tried to do. I hurry to the pathetic excuse of a room I confined her to, it looks just as bad if not in worse shape, the smell of the room I'm still
Avery’s POVThe aftermath of the fight lingers in the air, everywhere is thick with tension. My body is exhausted from all that action, I didn’t know turning into a wolf could take so much energy out of me. Kane carefully lifts me up and carries me back to the packhouse like he isn’t just as exhausted, he is probably used to this unlike me, his grip tight and unyielding, but this time, there’s something different. Gone is the usual cold indifference, replaced by a strange hesitance that I can’t quite place. His earlier aggression towards me has faded, replaced with a surprising gentleness as he tends to all my wounds, his hands careful, almost tender yet still very firm. I never knew alpha Kane could have a soft and gentle side but here we are, he is being so tender and dominant like he doesn’t want me to break which is ironic because I feel broken inside all because of him.We get to his room where he carefully places me on his bed. I wince in pain as he applies pressure to a gash
Kane’s POVIt has been at least six months now and I can confidently say that I am going into a spiral, losing my mind going crazy and every other thing someone could say to describe a man bordering into insanity. My wolf, ever restless and possessive, refuses to let me detach myself from Avery, no matter how hard I try to fight it and I can swear on my pack that I am trying. Each time I attempt to distance himself, to let her fade into the background of my world, my instincts roar to life, urging me back to her side. I cannot escape the bond. The pull is relentless, clawing at me from the inside. Never letting me have peace of mind. I see her, feel her and hear her everywhere and I can’t escape it even in my dreams she is there, even worse than when I am conscious. It is too much to handle. This mate bond is a bloody curse cause why is resisting her so hard? I let her have her space and allowed her to live in my pack as a training warrior because of how good of an asset she might be
Avery’s POVThe morning began like any other, strained silence, stiff greetings, and stares that scraped against my skin like tiny blades. I dressed slowly, deliberately, bracing myself for another day of pretending not to notice the glares or whispers that clung to me like a curse.But I should’ve known today would be different. Worse.It started with the sharp clang of metal on tile, followed by a shout from somewhere down the hall. Then came the hurried footsteps, too many to count, echoing through the packhouse like an approaching storm.I stepped out of my room just in time to see the Beta whispering urgently to Alpha Callum, his face pale and tense. The Alpha’s expression darkened immediately, and his eyes, cold and empty, scanned the hallway until they landed on me.I froze“You,” he barked, his voice slicing through the air. “In the hall. Now.”Confused and wary, I obeyed. Guards quickly flanked me on either side, as if I were some dangerous criminal. My heart pounded harder w
Avery’s POVThe knock on my chamber door came just as I finished brushing my hair. I froze, my brush hovering mid-air as the door creaked open without waiting for permission. A guard stepped in, stiff and silent, before motioning for me to follow. I didn’t ask where I was being taken, there was no point. In this place, it was obvious my questions didn’t matter.The halls were cold and we walked in silence, past stern-faced servants and curious pack members who didn’t bother hiding their judgment. I kept my head high. I would not let them see me crumble.He was waiting for me in what looked like a private study, dark wood walls, a roaring fireplace, and shelves lined with books no one had touched in decades. The old Alpha Callum stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back as if he were some noble monarch greeting a war prize. I didn’t need to be told who he was. His presence bled power… and something colder. Something decayed.He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over me like
Avery’s POVAfter wandering the huge mansion, I found my way back to my new room.But as the door creaked shut behind me, and I turned around, I almost couldn't believe what I saw.The room I left in a perfect condition was now a battlefieldMy clothes were ripped and strewn across the floor, some of them stained with what looked like ink or wine. The once-pristine bedsheets had been slashed through as if by claws, and the headboard bore deep, angry gouges. The mirror above the dresser was cracked right through the center, and scrawled in what appeared to be red lipstick were the words: "Whore. Traitor. Unfit."My heart dropped. A sharp sting bloomed behind my eyes, but I forced myself to blink back the tears. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, not them, not her, not this cursed place.I stepped forward cautiously, my bare feet brushing against the soft fabric of my ruined dress. Every corner of the room screamed defiance. This wasn’t a warning, it was a declaration. I was not wel
Avery’s POVThe journey is long, but the silence is longer.No one speaks. Not the guards. Not the driver. Not me.The carriage rattles along uneven roads, every bump jostling my body, but I barely notice. My mind is far, far away, from this damned seat, from the silk choking my skin, from the future I never chose. I stare blankly at the passing trees, watching the shadows stretch and shift across the landscape like specters, as if the forest itself mourns what I’ve become.A prisoner.Not in shackles or chains, but something worse.A prisoner of circumstance.A daughter traded like livestock. A mother who gave up her freedom to save her child. A girl who once dreamed of love… now promised to a stranger whose name she only speaks in fear.By the time the carriage creaks to a stop, dusk is bleeding into the sky. I don’t even realize we’ve arrived until the door is thrown open.“We’re here,” one of the guards grunts, offering no hand as I step down onto the cold stone.I glance up.The
Avery’s POVThe walls of this room are beautiful, golden drapes, antique chandeliers, polished floors, but to me, they’re nothing more than a gilded cage.I pace the length of the room, my bare feet whispering against the rug as my thoughts spiral out of control. It’s been hours since I was dragged away from the hall. Hours since I last saw anything but these suffocating walls.But not a single moment has passed without me thinking of him.My son.Where is he? Is he hurt? Is he afraid? Every possibility, every awful scenario my mind conjures feels like a blade carving deeper into my chest. I’ve screamed myself hoarse, threatened every guard who dared bring me food, even clawed at the locked door until my nails splitbbut it was useless. No one would tell me where he was. No one would help me.I’m trapped. Powerless.And alone.Until evening comes.A knock. Then the door creaks open, and I stiffen.Two guards enter. Behind them… my father.He walks in like a king inspecting his property
Avery’s POVI awoke to the acrid scent of burning wood and thethe suffocating weight of captivity. My head throbbed with every shallow breath I took, and for a brief, disoriented moment, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or still unconscious.But then I saw it, the high ceilings, the dark stone walls, the elaborate chandelier casting flickering shadows across polished floors.I knew this place. It looked all too familiarIt was my father’s packhouse.No. No, no, no…Panic flared in my chest as I bolted upright. The plush bedding beneath me mocked the terror clawing at my throat. My limbs felt like lead, my wrists sore and bruised. I stumbled off the bed, feet unsteady, and the world spun before my vision steadied. My eyes darted around, desperate.Where was he?“My son…”The words barely made it past my lips, dry and cracked from disuse. I staggered toward the door, yanking the handle, but it was locked. I slammed my fists against the heavy wood, screaming louder this time.“Where is
Avery’s POVThe evening air is crisp, the scent of rain lingering as I walk hand in hand with my son. Lisa walks beside us, chatting about work, laughing at a story about a clumsy customer spilling coffee everywhere.For a moment, I allow myself to believe that this is my life now, normal, safe, free.But the feeling doesn’t last.A familiar unease curls in my stomach, growing heavier with each step toward my apartment. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, but I force myself to smile as Lisa turns to me.“You okay?” she asks, eyes filled with concern.I nod quickly. “Yeah, just tired.”She hesitates, studying me like she knows I’m lying, but finally offers a small smile. “Get some rest, okay? Call me if you need anything.”“Thanks, Lisa. Goodnight.”Somehow I am always lucky enough to meet good people wherever I go.I push open my door, guiding my son inside. The second the door clicks shut behind me, I freeze.Something is wrong.The apartment feels too quiet. Not the usual comfort
Avery’s POVWeeks pass, but the ache in my chest never fades. The grief is a constant weight, pressing down on me, suffocating me in ways I never imagined. Kane is is gone. Dead. And no matter how many times I tell myself to move on, I can’t erase the memories that haunt me.The sound of his voice.The way his golden eyes burned with determination.The moment he fell, broken and bloody, because of me.Most nights, I barely sleep. When I do, nightmares drag me back to the past, back to the rogues, the betrayal, the warning that still lingers in my mind.I have to keep moving.With the help of my close human friend, I relocate to a new city, assuming a different name. No more Avery Lane once again. No more ties to my old life.Here, I am just a woman with a son, trying to survive.Hoping, praying, that one day, we will finally be free.And slowly, life settles into a delicate routine.Each morning, I wake before dawn, preparing breakfast in our tiny apartment. My son, he smiles more now
Avery’s POVNight drapes the pack’s territory in eerie silence, broken only by the distant howl of a lone wolf. Cold seeps through the damp stone walls of my prison cell, wrapping around me like an unforgiving embrace. My body aches, exhaustion settling deep into my bones, but the weight in my chest is heavier.I had come here for help.And instead, I was locked away like a criminal.But worse than my imprisonment is the thought of my son, alone, afraid, possibly crying for me in some dark corner of this territory. The image guts me, igniting a fire in my chest, but I am helpless. The iron bars before me stand as an unyielding reminder of my reality.I rest my forehead against the cold metal, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Think, Avery. I cannot afford to break. My son needs me.Footsteps echo down the corridor and my body tensesA shadow moves beyond thee bars, and then, Kane’s Beta, Damien, steps into the dim torchlight."Get up," he murmurs, voice low.I blink at him, my he