**Unknown’s POV**I slipped into the public restroom, double-checking that it was empty before locking the stall door behind me. My senses heightened as I scanned the air, confirming there was no one else around. Satisfied, I pulled out my phone. This was important. I didn’t have the luxury of going through the beta. Not for this.The Alpha’s number was saved under an encrypted contact, one that very few in the pack had access to. The line barely rang before it was answered."Report," came the Alpha's voice, deep and commanding. Even through the phone, I could feel his authority—a presence so powerful that it could make the air itself feel heavier.“Alpha, I’ve got news from England.” My voice was steady, knowing full well that this report was not one to deliver lightly.A long, deep breath came from the other end, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew his patience was wearing thin. “I don’t have time for riddles, warrior. Speak.”I swallowed hard, cutting straight to the point. “
I didn’t know if I was being paranoid or just losing my mind, but a bad feeling was gnawing at me—a very bad feeling. It was as if he were lurking just outside my door, and that sense of dread had me packing my bags. At first, I tried to brush it off, dismissing it as just a little nudge in my gut. But when I woke up today, that nudge had escalated to a full-blown push, screaming for my attention.My heart raced, sweat coating my forehead as I shoved clothes into my suitcase. I had called Fatima, telling her that my mother had suffered a stroke in Italy and that I needed to rush to the hospital. She hadn’t questioned me too much, thankfully, as I rambled through my excuses. I hated lying to her, but the truth—that I could sense my crazy hybrid husband nearby—was something I couldn’t share.I didn’t have much to pack, so it didn’t take long to finish. I had already taken a warm shower around 6 a.m., and now, at 8 a.m., I made my way to the living room with my bags. My heart felt like it
“I am not going anywhere with you!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. After everything I had endured, I couldn’t just give it all up without a fight. He groaned, running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “I thought you didn’t want me to kill your friend?”“Stop threatening her! Fatima has nothing to do with this! Leave her out of it,” I growled, my anger flaring. The last thing I wanted was for her to be involved in this twisted game.“I wouldn’t have to threaten her if you’d just come with me willingly,” he replied, his tone dripping with boredom as if my defiance was nothing more than an inconvenience.I felt the urge to slap him again, the heat of my anger surging through me. “I’ve built my life here! I have friends, a house, and a job. Why can’t you just stay out of my life without bothering me?” I shot back, my voice tinged with desperation. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You knew what you were doing when you ran away with my child. You knew it would all end
“Would you let go of me, you brute!” Fatima screamed at Chris, her voice echoing with a mix of anger and fear. When she looked up and saw his glowing eyes and sharp teeth, she screamed even louder before falling silent. Just like that, she fainted in his arms.Panic surged through me as I rushed toward her limp body. “Is she okay? Oh my God, this is bad!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I felt the beginnings of a panic attack creeping in.“Relax, she’s fine. She just passed out; her breathing is normal,” Jake said, his tone calm as he pulled me away from Fatima and into his arms. For a brief moment, I considered pulling away, but instead, I found myself feeling calm, comfortable, and safe nestled against him. Ugh, stupid hormones! This pregnancy was going to drive me insane.Chris cradled Fatima in his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the SUV parked nearby. I widened my eyes in disbelief. “Hey! Wait...what do you think you’re doing? Where are you taking her?” I asked, confusion
Scotland—a rare and beautiful land where everything felt different. The atmosphere was calmer, the pace of life slower. I marveled at the serenity that hung in the air, from the misty mornings to the quaint cobblestone streets. It was nothing like the bustling, fast-paced chaos of America. Here, it felt like everyone had an unspoken agreement to be patient—with life, with each other. As our car cruised through the city, I watched in awe as a driver waited for a little girl to cross the street, even though he had the right of way. I smiled, appreciating the kindness as we drove by. We were leaving the city, heading towards our pack’s territory, which Jake said was far from any human settlements. I found myself glancing at him in curiosity. I didn’t understand why we had to live so far from civilization—humans weren’t really a threat to us. “Why do we have to live so far from people?” I asked, leaning closer to him as the car bounced along the road.Jake’s answer was brief, but direct
"Nothing..."I was about to finish my statement but she cut me off."Nothing!You expected to see nothing,how expected of you-"she said with sarcasm.I almost rolled my eyes at her petty behavior. It was obvious she wanted to start a fight," I meant I wasn't expecting Avalon to be so big. I am so used to smaller territories than this and this just makes me understand why Jake wanted this for his...I mean our people.""Whatever,just know that the Alpha will be mated to my daughter now and that will make these people hers as well"she grinned widely,proud of her daughter's attempts to steal my man.I laughed out loud which earned me a growl from her "There won't be any mating needed with that daughter of yours especially considering the fact that the Alpha is expecting-" before I could announce my pregnancy to everyone beta Chris quickly pushed me behind him and cleared his throat."Sorry to cut this short but I have to take Prisca straight to her room now,Alphas orders."he said sternly an
I woke up feeling like I was floating on air. The bed beneath me felt like it was made of the softest feathers, and my entire body tingled with a sense of well-being. It was an odd feeling because, after Jake bit into my mark, I usually woke up feeling the complete opposite—irritable, sore, and aching all over. I sat up, blinking twice to adjust to the dim light of the room. Darkness had already settled outside, indicating that I had probably been out for hours. A groan escaped my lips as I instinctively placed my hand on my belly. Jake was reckless. Was biting me even safe for the baby? I felt good, better than ever, but that didn’t mean it was okay for him to keep biting into my mark while I was pregnant. The way he was acting lately—so domineering, so different—wasn't sitting well with me, but what bothered me more was the fear that he might be putting our child at risk. I had so many questions, and no clear answers.Restless, I swung my legs out of bed and began pacing the room.
I was beyond furious,first of all this wolf just threw me on the ground and that itself could have hurt my baby.I could feel the pain of his weight on my shoulder blade,defending myself was harder now considering the fact that he had caught me off guard with his attack.I couldn't think straight and that was blocking my powers.I tried to concentrate but all I could think of was 'nothing',I almost growled in annoyance."I am your Alpha's mate,it is best that you get off me now"I said annoyedThe wolf scoffed and so did the other wolves surrounding us,some even laughed. "Did you hear this demon,she claims to be our Alpha's mate!"he laughed increasing his grip on my wrist it actually hurt a lot "I should just kill you right now for uttering such rubbish "I tried wriggling out of his hold but another wolf immediately stepped on my neck and I choked,this was getting out of hand. "If you don't get off me right now,""shut up!"he said slapping me and there was a growl before the weight on me
For the first time in what felt like forever, the house was quiet. Tammy and her father had left early in the morning to deal with some family issue, and the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The usual tension that clung to the walls like a fog had dissipated, leaving behind a rare sense of peace. I stood in the kitchen, sipping my tea and enjoying the stillness. The twins were playing in the other room, their laughter echoing softly down the hall. It felt like a normal day, something I hadn’t experienced in ages. Jake walked in, shirtless and freshly showered, his dark hair still damp and tousled. I nearly choked on my tea. “Morning,” he said gruffly, heading straight for the fridge. “Good morning,” I replied, my voice a little higher than I intended. He grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the counter, his piercing gaze settling on me. “What’s with the look?” “What look?” I asked, quickly averting my eyes. Jake smirked, taking a sip of his water. “You’re sta
The morning started quietly, almost too quietly. The twins were playing in their room, and I had some rare time to myself. I stood in the kitchen, sipping on tea while I planned the day ahead. The warmth of the tea and the soft morning light through the window made me feel at ease, a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time. Jake had left for his early training, and I knew the twins would be bouncing off the walls soon. They had energy to burn, and Jake suggested we spend the day outdoors—a play day, as he called it. I wasn’t sure what a "play day" entailed, but I was eager to see the twins happy and carefree. A soft giggle floated down the hall, followed by Logan’s unmistakable attempt at a word that sounded like “doggy.” It was his new obsession. I made my way to their room, leaning on the doorframe as I watched Lily try to climb onto Logan’s bed. She wasn’t very successful, but Logan’s laughter filled the room, encouraging her to keep trying. “Lily, careful,” I said softly. Sh
AYLA’S POVThe day started like any other, a routine that I was slowly getting used to despite the chaos Tammy brought into our lives. Breakfast had been quiet, surprisingly so, with Tammy nowhere in sight. It was almost peaceful, with Sophie cracking jokes and Fatima teasing Jake about his brooding expression. Even the twins were in good spirits, giggling and smearing jam all over their faces. By the time lunch rolled around, the quiet had lulled me into a false sense of security. Tammy, however, made her grand reappearance, striding into the dining room like she owned the place. But something was off. "Good afternoon," she said, her voice unusually soft. Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on each of us as she offered a small smile. Fatima blinked. Sophie froze mid-sip of her drink. I just stared, waiting for the punchline. "Tammy," Jake said evenly, setting his glass down. "You’re late." "I know," Tammy said, her tone surprisingly humble. "And I wanted to apologiz
TÀMMY'S POVThe morning sun streamed through the dining room windows, bathing the room in a golden glow. The smell of fresh coffee and buttered toast filled the air, but I barely tasted the food on my plate. My appetite had disappeared the moment I woke up, replaced by the lingering sting of last night’s humiliation. Jake. That arrogant, stubborn man had dismissed me in front of the entire pack. And Ayla—oh, that omega witch—she had stood there looking smug, basking in the Alpha’s undeserved loyalty. I stabbed my fork into a piece of fruit with more force than necessary, ignoring the curious glances from a few workers clearing the table. Let them look. Let them whisper. Soon, they’d see me as their Luna, and their pathetic opinions wouldn’t matter anymore. “Miss Tammy, would you like more juice?” one of the servants asked timidly. “No,” I snapped, pushing my chair back with a loud scrape. The girl flinched, and I felt a flicker of satisfaction. At least someone still knew how
It was one of those days where I couldn’t seem to catch a break. Tammy had been hovering around Jake like a bad smell since breakfast, which wasn’t unusual, but today she seemed especially determined to cause trouble. I could feel it in the way her fake smile lingered a little too long and how her sugary tone had an underlying sharpness. Still, I tried to ignore her. If I let her get to me, she’d win, and I refused to give her that satisfaction. By mid-afternoon, I found myself in the library, organizing books that I didn’t even read just to keep my hands busy and my mind clear. It was peaceful, a rare sanctuary away from Tammy and her relentless drama. That peace was shattered when Sophie burst into the room, her face pale. “Ayla, you need to come to the main hall. Now.” I frowned, closing the book in my hands. “What’s going on?” “It’s Tammy,” Sophie said, her voice tight. “She’s—ugh, just come. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped. Tammy and her antics were never
It started with Fatima barging into my room like she owned the place, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the manic look on her face. “She’s doing it again,” she announced, hands on her hips. I blinked at her, groggy from the nap I’d been enjoying. “Doing what?” “Being Tammy,” Fatima said, like that explained everything. It kind of did. “Ugh.” I rubbed my face and sat up. “What now?” Fatima pointed dramatically toward the hallway. “She’s in the kitchen. Again. She’s trying to tell Sophie how to ‘properly’ bake cookies. And—oh, you’re going to love this—she called her ‘sweetheart.’” I groaned. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Fatima replied, grinning now. “It’s about to go down.” Sophie was a saint, but there were limits to her patience. And Tammy? Tammy didn’t just push those limits—she drop-kicked them into oblivion. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. “Let’s go before Sophie strangles her and we have to hide the body.” Fatima and I made our way to the kitchen, where
The day started off relatively quiet, which in this packhouse was almost suspicious. Tammy was nowhere to be seen for most of the morning, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe without wanting to punch someone. The twins were playing happily in the garden, Sophie was organizing something in the kitchen, and I was curled up on the couch with a book, savoring the peace. Of course, it couldn’t last. By mid-afternoon, Tammy made her grand appearance. She had changed outfits—again—into something that could barely be classified as clothing. A tight red dress clung to her like a second skin, the neckline plunging so low it was practically indecent. She sauntered into the room as if she owned the place, her eyes scanning for Jake. When she didn’t find him, she pouted dramatically and turned her attention to me. “Where’s the Alpha?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet, though the venom underneath was impossible to miss. I didn’t look up from my book. “Busy.” Tam
The morning started like any other, though I had spent most of it dodging Tammy. Somehow, that girl could find you no matter where you hid, and she always had a reason to make you want to slam your head into a wall. Today, she was sporting yet another dress that looked more like lingerie, with her chest nearly spilling out and her skirt barely brushing her thighs. She pranced around the packhouse like she was in a beauty pageant, but really, she was just a walking disaster waiting to happen. I managed to stay clear of her for most of the day until, unfortunately, the universe decided to punish me. I was on my way to the kitchen when Jake came in from training, shirtless, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing with every movement. My traitorous eyes raked over him, noting the way his abs looked like they were carved from stone and his arms bulged as he wiped his face with a towel. Focus, Ayla, I told myself, swallowing hard. But before I could pretend I hadn’t noticed him,
Dinner that evening was a battle of patience—a battle I was clearly losing. The packhouse dining room was bustling, filled with chatter and the clinking of plates and utensils. Jake sat at the head of the table, his usual unreadable expression fixed firmly in place. I sat a few seats away, trying to focus on my plate and ignore the trainwreck that was Tammy. Tammy, however, had other plans. “Jake, could you pass me the salt?” she asked sweetly, leaning forward just enough to emphasize her chest. Her voice was coated in syrup, and the way she said his name made my teeth ache. Jake didn’t even look up. He grabbed the salt and handed it to her without a word, his attention still on his plate. “Thank you, Alpha,” she purred, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Fatima, sitting across from me, kicked my shin under the table. When I glanced at her, she gave me a look that said, Do you see this nonsense? I barely resisted rolling my eyes. Tammy wasn’t just trying to f