AVERY "Run, Avery!" My friend Emma yelled, I took to my heels immediately, my feet began to hurt as I've run through an unknown part for so long. It's midnight in Greenville city, Emma and I were returning from a birthday party celebration, and on our way home we were attacked by rogues. Emma suspected them to be some of my father's enemies. I know we shouldn't have left the pack without some bodyguards to guard us. It was definitely a bad idea. After running for a long while, I fell on the hard ground, hitting my knees hard. I felt a warm liquid drip down my leg and I realized that it was my knee bleeding. It fucking hurts! Exclaimed inwardly. I looked around the dark street, Emma was nowhere to be found. We lost track of each other while running. I cut a part of my dress, using it to tie my wound as I attended to it. "Ahhh" I groaned. Immediately I pulled the piece and finished tying it. Now, I had to stand up and find Emma. I summoned my not-too-strong wolf. Trying
AVERY "Ahhh" I groaned as I was pushed on a huge bed inside a gigantic master's bedroom. The guard who dropped me turned to leave but I immediately ran after him. I couldn't allow them to lock me indoors, I didn't know their motive for bringing me here. I couldn't get to the door in time and he shut it before I could reach it. I immediately banged my fist hard on the door, cussing and yelling. "Let me out of here you bastards! My father will make you all pay for this!" I declared, hitting my fist hard on the door as I increased my yelling. I was in the room for an extra hour, I'm not sure how long it was but I've been locked inside for so long I assumed it must've been an hour. I was tired of hitting the door. No one would come and attend to me, I was exhausted already. I had no choice but to move to the bed to rest. Hopefully, when they're tired of me they'll let me go. I haven't done anything, I must've been kidnapped under a mistaken identity. As I laid on the bed, I felt my
AVERY A cold splash of water hit my skin and I jerked up from my sleep. My whole body was wet and freezing, I looked up to see a mean faced woman glaring at me disgustedly. "How dare you sleep at such an hour?" She scolded me. It almost felt like a dream since I didn't know who she was. "W.. who are you?" I asked her, staring around the room and I realized that I was still locked up. "How dare you ask who I am? Besides being dumb, do you have no respect?" The woman questioned me. Obviously, she hated me already. I don't even know who she is and why she came to me. She moved away from the bed where I was laying on. "Here, put these on," she instructed me. Throwing some clothes at me. I picked up the clothes from my body and on the bed, they were maiden uniforms. "What?" I exclaimed. "Why are you surprised? You are a maiden here now. It's late already so put those on and join your colleagues in the kitchen. I'll assign a duty to you son!" The mean woman explained before leaving
ALPHA KANE "Alpha, we've just got a message from Alpha George" Beta Alex informed me immediately he entered my office. Last night, I had my men send Alpha George a message, informing him that I had his daughter with me. Since then, I've been impatiently waiting for his response. I pulled the letter from his hands and I read it. "What the heck?" I exclaimed. I stared at Alex, he was as confused as I was. Alpha George sent us a blank message. What did he mean? Did he really not care about his daughter?. She is his own blood for goodness sake! I was so angry, I folded the letter in my fist and I crushed it. I threw it away and I stormed out of the room. Since Alpha George didn't care about his daughter, I'll have to take care of that myself. I went into.the room I had assigned for her and I didn't meet her there. It's almost nighttime, she is supposed to be inside her room now after doing the day chores. Where is she? I was curious. I couldn't help but think that she had tried
Avery“let me out” I wail in frustration, banging the door with all the energy I can muster, hoping someone would be sane enough to free me. Of course that’s just delusion because the moon goddess definitely finds my torture entertaining, if not I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Out of all the people I could possibly be fated with, it just had to be my father’s rival? Just lovely.I sit down on the alpha’s king-sized bed. I have to admit the room looks magnificent. Decorated with different paintings and dark lighting. I am drawn to the dark haunting feel of the room, if only I wasn’t trapped I maybe would have enjoyed the view properly.The door opens and I’m jerked out of my thoughts. Before I see him, I can smell him, a mixture of cedar and pure dominance, sense his overwhelmingly powerful prescence. I hate that his presense makes my wolf purr in excitement, I hate that I can feel the magnetic pull, I hate that I am his fated mate and I hate him in general.As soo
Alpha Kane It's already sunrise and I barely slept a wink because of the beautiful yet frustrating girl sleeping peacefully next to me. I thought she would give in over the night, it was quite obvious she was struggling but I've never seen a wolf as stubborn as she is. After our back and forth she slept off and I just stared at her looking so peaceful.Her intoxicating scent of lavender, her long full dark hair, her round face and beautiful eyes hidden away by her lids. Looking at her knowing she rejected me is so painful, how could someone like her reject me? It makes absolutely no sense. Women from all over have thrown themselves at me to make them my Luna but the one woman who happens to be my fated mate wants to fight against our bond?It makes no sense since I know she wants me too but I'm sure she'll come around, maybe if I push her a little she'll see.I watch her flutter her eyelids gently trying to register where she is and then when it clicks she jolts up, like a panic resp
Avery’s povI wake up with a jolt, panic rushing through my veins when it fully dawns on me that I am on bed with Alpha Kane, how did I get here? I can feel his warm body close to mine and all I can feel in this moment is immense disgust. I try to pick my brain and think hard on what happened last night. In comes in flashes but then I fully remember how he pushed me past my limit until I eventually passed out. I am so mad at him that even my wolf doesn’t protest. I try to force his hand away from my waist so I can leave. "You’re not going anywhere," he taunts, his voice low and filled with dark promise. Does the audacity of this man know no bounds? I am tired of this bloody place already.My pulse races with pure unadulterated rage and my blood boils. I don’t know where I get the strength from but I struggle against him. I can still feel the bond pulse inside me like a living thing, drawing her to him even as I tries to pull away. I can feel the heat between us, undeniable, I absolu
Alpha Kane’s PovMy frustration with Avery grows deeper by the hour. I have done absolutely everything to get a rise out of her but I get absolutely nothing. Even sending the women out changed nothing, she acted like she just didn’t care. It infuriated me. Why doesn’t she want me? That’s a lie, I know she wants me but then why doesn’t she just want to accept it? I accepted her the moment I realized we were mates so what is stopping her from doing the same? I would treat her like a queen and she would never lack. The way she immediately rejected me made me lose my mind and she consistently makes it known how much she wants me to reject her too. I don’t know what else to do, maybe the dinner wasn’t enough and inviting Cathy will get a better rise from her? What is wrong with you Kane? You have never acted so desperate in your entire life; this is not who you are. You are usually calm and collected but this is just childish and immature. Yet I find myself sending for Cathy. Knowing f
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
Avery’s POVMy screams rip through the night, but they do nothing to stop the brutality before me.Kane is down.Blood pools beneath him, dark and endless, soaking into the dirt as if the earth itself is drinking his life away. His golden eyes, always burning, always sharp, are shut.He isn’t moving.“No!” My voice cracks, raw and desperate. I lurch forward, but the chains bite into my wrists, holding me in place like a cruel reminder of my helplessness. “Stop! You’ve done enough!”The rogues don’t listen.Their leader, a tall man with a jagged scar running from his brow to his chin, stands over Kane’s motionless body. He nudges Kane’s side with his boot, as if expecting him to get back up and fight. When Kane doesn’t, a slow, cruel grin spreads across his face.“Not so untouchable now, are you, Alpha?” the rogue sneers, spitting onto the blood-stained ground.A low, strangled sob escapes me. I hate Kane...... don’t I? I should feel nothing but contempt for him after everything he’s d
Kane’s POVThe night air is thick with tension as I step into the meeting place. My senses are sharp, every muscle in my body coiled, ready for battle. The damp earth beneath my boots, the distant howl of wolves in the forest.... everything around me screams danger.I expected a trap.And yet, the sight before me still sends a fresh wave of fury through my veins.Avery and the boy are shackled in thick silver chains, their bodies slumped against the cold, hard ground. Avery’s face is pale, her eyes filled with defiance but also something else... fear. My gut twists at the sight of the boy. He’s smaller than I imagined, fragile, his face streaked with dirt and tear stains.He looks at me, just for a second, and my breath catches.But there’s no time to process that.My attention shifts to the rogue leader standing before them. He’s taller than most, his face marked by old scars. His dark eyes gleam with amusement as he watches me, a smug grin curling his lips. Around him, a dozen armed