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
"What are you talking about?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion. Jake's grip on my waist was firm, though not painful, as he pulled me closer. His eyes blazed with frustration, a fire that was becoming all too familiar lately. "What the hell were you doing down there by yourself?" he demanded, his voice low, laced with barely-contained anger.I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "So, this is what it’s about," I muttered. "I just needed some fresh air, so I decided to explore.""Explore?" He scoffed, shaking his head like I’d just said something incredibly foolish. "For a hybrid, you’re quite stupid."I glared at him, insulted by his words. "Excuse me?" Before I could say more, he cut me off. "You’re a witch, Prisca. The most hated species in this entire clan. You have no idea what you're dealing with. My people haven't forgotten what your ancestors did—nearly wiping out our entire race. You’re only alive because of me. But that doesn’t mean
"Fatima," I said, pulling away from the kiss gently. "You know how I feel about this. Even without Jake, you and I would have never been anything more than friends." My voice was firm but kind. I had thought we’d resolved this months ago, the day I told her I was strictly straight. But I could see now that the feelings she had for me still lingered.She nodded, her face reflecting disappointment, but also understanding. "I know," she murmured softly. "I just needed to get that off my chest. I didn’t want to die without kissing you at least once," she added with a playful grin, trying to lighten the moment.I couldn’t help but smile. "You’re not going to die on my watch, Fatima."She hugged me one more time before standing up. "Anyway, we need to get you some food. You and the baby haven’t eaten all day. You’re practically starving, and I won’t have that on my conscience!" she teased, but there was genuine concern in her voice.I rolled my eyes playfully but knew she was right. "Fine!
"You are pregnant!" Sophie exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement.I froze, the words hanging in the air like an unwelcome guest. "I don’t think she was supposed to hear that," Fatima said in a dull tone, staring at Bella's mother, who looked as if she had just seen a ghost.I mentally facepalmed, feeling a rush of anxiety. "Yeah, me too," I replied with a sigh."Oh, shit...well, now she knows. But seriously!" Sophie said, covering her mouth with a smile, her excitement uncontainable despite the awkward situation.All I could think about was how Jake was going to totally murder me for letting that slip. But deep down, a part of me felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Bella’s mother now knew I was carrying Jake’s baby, not her daughter’s. The feeling of having something to hold over her was exhilarating, as if I had just won the lottery. Watching her reaction was almost worth the chaos that would undoubtedly follow. Bella's mother blinked twice, her shock quickly morphing into
"Let me go Sophie,they are going to kill him!" I shouted at her as she held me back. I wanted to save him but they wouldn't let me!"So what! You want me to let you get yourself killed along with him!Really Prisca,are you even thinking straight right now," Sophie said in anger.I growled angrily at her,she didn't understand! " I can't let him die Sophie,you don't understand...I can't lose him." I said as warm tears gathered in my eyes" He wouldn't want you to rescue him Prisca and you know it. Especially now,you can't even control your magic. How do you expect to rescue him from a hundred werewolves?" she asked standing in my way.She was right I couldn't use my magic properly for some reason but I had to try. I couldn't just watch them burn him alive or rip him apart. I just couldn't do it, it would kill me. "I don't know, okay! However I do know one thing,Jake cannot die in front of me," I said taking a step forward "Would you listen to yourself Priscilla! You are pregnant and yo
"Father! Stop this!Tell them to stop!" Bella screamed as they held her back.Marcus looked a bit torn,as if he wanted to stop this but he was afraid his pride would be at risk. He growled as he watched his men get ripped apart, I knew he had lost this battle. Jake was something else now,he was stronger and unbeatable.Jake grinned at Marcus as he tossed a limb away,his mouth oozing out blood. "Just say the word Marcus!" he said out loud as another wolf attacked him. Before he could rip it's head off Marcus moved forward."Stop! You win! Just don't kill anymore of my men"Marcus said going down on his knees as a sign of defeat. I sighed in relief,no more deaths.Jake smirked as he dropped the huge werewolf onto the ground after punching it twice. "Good choice! I really thought I was going to have to kill you too. Good thing it didn't come to that or maybe it should" he said as he grabbed Marcus's neck gripping it tightly."No please don't kill him,please Jake!" Bella cried out as she ap
"You do know that they’re going to try and kill her now, right? They’ll find every way possible to get rid of that baby!" Sophie’s eyes were sharp with warning as she looked at Jake, pressing the seriousness of the situation.I sighed as I rose from the bed. We were back in our room now; Sophie had insisted on speaking to us both before heading to bed herself. "I think it was bound to happen, Sophie. Better for them to hear the news straight from their king than through rumors," I said, keeping my tone steady, though I felt my nerves fraying."I understand that," she replied, "but it would have been better for this news to reach the people only after the pregnancy had gone through a few more moons. Maybe even eight whole moons. The risk would have been so much less." She held my gaze, her eyes full of genuine concern, and I suppressed another sigh because she was right. I could sense that she wanted to protect me, but she knew the reality as much as I did.Jake’s face hardened, his ey
"How much is this?" I asked the old lady selling beautiful jewellery.She smiled at me as she held the piece up for me to see clearly. I have spent fifteen minutes exploring and I could tell that I loved Avalon so much. The people were actually nice,maybe things would have been so much better if nobody really knew what I was."Just four dollars and ninety nine cents."she said I searched my my pockets for some money and grinned when I found a five dollar note. "Here,thank you" I handed her the money and she placed the golden necklace in my palm."Oh no,thank you!"she said with a genuine smile that made her brown eyes sparkle.I nodded with a smile stuck on my face. The village town was so lovely with so many different people doing something to make some money. There were market places almost at every corner. My wolf was so happy being free and happy among her own kind. I could feel how content she was just watching everyone go around doing something with their lives.My stomach suddenl
The peacefulness of the past couple of days felt like a distant memory when Tammy and her father returned. From the moment they stepped through the door, the air in the packhouse shifted. Tammy, who usually made an entrance with her over-the-top outfits and obnoxious attitude, seemed subdued. Her shoulders were hunched, her eyes downcast, and she barely said a word to anyone. At first, I thought I was imagining it. After all, it wasn’t like Tammy to be quiet. But as the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Late in the afternoon, I walked past one of the side hallways and heard raised voices. “You’re useless!” Joseph’s deep, menacing tone cut through the air. “Do you think this is a joke? You’re failing, Tammy. Again.” I froze, my heart pounding. His voice was so harsh it made my stomach churn. “I-I’m trying,” Tammy stammered, her voice shaking. “I’ll do better, I swear.” “Trying?” Joseph sneered. “Trying isn’t good enough. Do you know how much
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,