Jack's POV
“Hades will freeze over before I accept an omega as my mate.” I growl, anger snaking through my veins as I regard the hapless-looking woman who stands before me, eyes downcast, arms wrapped around her midriff as if trying to ward off my wrath.
For two whole years, I had waited to feel this connection and to find my mate. And I finally do so with Jenna? The young, naive girl who can hardly carry her weight?
Was this the god's hilarious attempt at a sick joke?
If word got out that my mate was a young omega who was still wet behind the ears, the pack was going to be an easy target for constant attacks. And I couldn't allow that.
I couldn't accept Jenna as my mate. Not when there was a war going on. I needed a mate who would fight ruthlessly by my side to keep the pack.
I look towards Jenna, the daughter of David Abbot, who was killed two seasons ago. David had been one of the strongest wolves in the pack, whose strength had waned the older he got.
Why wasn't his daughter like him?
“Why had your father not trained you?” I bark out.
Jenna's fearful eyes meet mine and dart away, as if she can't bear looking at me for longer than a second. Her long brown hair frames her heart-shaped face, making her look completely guileless.
But ‘guileless’ could get her killed. The pack didn't need her innocent, gorgeous look. The pack needed strength and bravery to stay together and alive. Jenna was not any of that.
“I asked a question, Jenna.” I growl, unable to control the anger that continues to boil in my veins.
“Father did not train me.” Jenna finally answers. Her voice is soft, tugging at something in my chest that causes me to close my eyes.
“He said I wasn't old enough.” She adds.
“Great!” I mutter, turning away when my wolf struggles to break free and reach for her. I might not want Jenna as my mate, but my wolf sure does.
I have always been better at controlling my emotions, but not this morning. Not when my wolf has sensed its companion and wants to perform the habitual act of bonding. But I subdue it before turning again to address Jenna.
“I will not accept you as my mate.” I announce in a loud voice that echoes through the large cave.
Pain arcs through me at my declaration, and I almost double over from the acute pain. I look towards Jenna, who appears to be in the same situation, her face twisted in hurt.
For a moment, guilt tugs at my heart for what I have done. But I brush it aside, determined to put the fate of my pack before anything else.
“You will not tell anyone about this.” I continue, wondering how I am even able to talk amidst the pain that rampages my body.
“Nobody can know that you're my mate. As far as anyone's concerned, I still cannot find my mate. Got it?”
Jenna nods sadly and turns away, moving towards the mouth of the cave. I watch her, enjoying the gentle sway of her hips and her long, shapely legs.
My wolf struggles within me to go to her, but I fight him, understanding that it's a natural feeling that I'm bound to feel around my mate.
Why did it have to be Jenna, though? Of all the eligible women in the pack, why her? Why was she chosen for me? Was I being punished for something I was not aware of?
Everyone had been so certain it would be Violet... My sweet Violet, who had been trained early enough by the beta.
She was impressively agile and strong, hunting with us right beside me and taking on rogues when she needed to. She could fight, and she was gorgeous as hell. Why had she not been chosen as my mate?
I begin to make my way in the direction that light spills through, trying to forget the enticing scent of my ma-Jenna that had led me here.
Now that I have rejected Jenna as my mate, I need to find her replacement ASAP. It would be none other than Violet, of course. Tomorrow evening, I will introduce Violet to the pack, and everything will be settled.
No one would question me or know what I had done. I will ensure that Jenna keeps our secret, not even Violet can know.
As I step into the sunlight, I decide to make the call immediately. I stride towards the mountain, hyper aware of my environment. Of the birds chirping on the trees and the grass that crunches beneath my feet. As soon as I get to the top of the mountain, I allow my wolf, whom I could barely contain, to break free.
Pain tears through me as I begin to turn. Contrary to what I had been told by my father, the pain had not lessened, I had only developed a stronger threshold for it.
As soon as my wolf completely takes over, I feel free, and my senses are heightened to hear every sound from a mile away, bringing back the enticing scent of Jenna.
In my wolf form, it's a lot harder to fight the urge to go after her, to claim her as mine, and to make my mark on her.
As the wind blows against my back, I throw my head back and give a loud howl that carries across the acres of land, where I am certain that every single wolf in the pack can hear it. There are several answering howls, and a few minutes later, I watch them begin to trudge towards the base of the mountain, some in their human form, others already turned.
When I am sure that every single member of the pack has assembled, I make my way down the mountain to address my people.
Through telepathy, I let them know that there'd be a little feast at my home. I scan the faces of everyone, noting that nearly everyone had answered the wolf call, including Jenna.
Her scent is stronger than ever, and I know that it's because I am in my wolf form; my senses have been heightened to the point where I can feel the blood that rushes in her veins, the arteries that drive blood to their hearts.
Her heart beats faster than the rest, and I cannot help but wonder whether she has been running. Or is she nervous?
As if she can sense my eyes on her, Jenna looks up and our eyes meet, and a warm feeling washes over me as our gazes lock and hold.
Jenna's eyes are filled with awe and something akin-to-lust. Desire pulses in my veins at the look in her eyes, and I struggle with the animalistic urge to pounce on her.
As beautiful and desirable as Jenna is, she cannot be my mate. I break eye contact and turn to dismiss the crowd, determined to keep my distance from Jenna.
As the crowds disperse, I begin to move towards the building, abandoned thousands of years ago by humans, a place that has become home.
A shadow falls into step beside me, and I turn to regard them. It's my beta.
Years older and more experienced, the beta had taught me all that I had needed to know after my father had been brutally killed in war. Even though he's my beta, I look up to him more than I'd care to admit.
“The last thing I expected today was the announcement of a feast. I didn't know we had something to celebrate.”
“It will be a small one,” I say, after I quickly turn. I am almost in my bedroom now, I have never been a prude, and I don't care that I am in the company of another, even though there's not a stitch of clothing on me. I move towards my wardrobe to make a selection, noting the dwindling collection in my closet.
I really need to learn to shrug off my clothes before I turn, like the others do.
“What shall we celebrate?” He asks, his eyes filled with curiosity.
“The announcement of my mate,” I say, avoiding the wise eyes of my beta, a little afraid that if I were to make eye contact, he'd read the truth in them.
“Your mate? Have you found her?” He asks, his voice tinged with excitement.
“No.” I growl. I hate that I have to lie to my beta about this. But it's for the best. I am doing this for the pack.
“Then what are we celebrating tomorrow evening?”
“I am going to choose my mate since I appear to have none.”
“I don't think you've waited long enough.”
“My words, Jordan, are final.” I tell him in a tone that brusques no argument.
Without another word, Jordan makes his way out the door, and guilt eats at me again. I wonder just how much guilt I would have to live with, with every decision I have to make as the alpha.
Jordan will not understand how risky it would be to accept Jenna as my mate. She could be used as bait by the other packs to get to me. She would be an easy target, an easy prey for rogues.
Even if I were to accept her and train her, she would take forever to learn. We couldn't have that. I was simply doing this for her safety and even mine too.
She might not understand now, but I hope she will do so with time.
***
The large hall is filled with everyone, dressed in their best. Violet looks dazzling in a shimmery gown that hugs her petite curves and exposes her slender arms to everyone's gaze.
Her lustrous blonde hair has been perfectly brushed so that it falls on either side of her face. Suddenly, as if she can sense my gaze on her, she looks towards me, and our eyes meet.
She gives me a wide smile and begins to move towards me. I smile back, offering her my arm as soon as she's close enough.
“Good evening, Alpha.” She gives another one of those smiles that completely lights up her face.
“It is certainly a good evening.” I smile, her hands tucked in mine.
“Do you mind if I show you around?” I smile. Even though Violet knows this entire place like it's the palm of her hand, I still want to do this because tonight is special.
Tonight, I will ask Violet to be my mate, and I have no doubt that in the presence of all our pack members, her answer would be yes.
Jenna's POV“I'm coming!” I yell out as I give my hair a final run-through with the wooden brush that had been a gift from my father.I brush my fingers over the engraving on the comb, remembering the evening Papa had called to me and handed me the beautiful comb.“I found it while I was hunting.” He'd mentioned it as I squealed in delight at the beautiful gift.Father was no more, and tonight wasn't the time to allow grief to ruin my day or for tears to cake my already washed face.I had a feast to attend, and I couldn't be late.“What's taking so long?” Elise asks, her voice tinged with impatience.I hurry through the doors of my trunda to find Elise waiting, foot tapping against the grass.“Sorry,” I apologize as we begin to make our way towards the path that would lead us to the alpha's abode, and my heart thrums with trepidation at what is to come.Memories of the conversation I had with the alpha from this morning flood me, and I shudder at the memory of those hazel eyes, which
Jack's POVWhen I scan the crowd again, I do not find Jenna anymore, with those bright green eyes that had been filled with so much trepidation and hope.Pain suddenly slams into me, and I stagger back, shocked at its intensity.Warm hands settles on my shoulders.“Are you alright?” Violent asks, eyes filled with concern and care.“I am alright.” I whisper, even though I am anything but. Violet doesn't look convinced, and those knowing eyes darken in suspicion.I take her hands in mine and drop a light kiss on her wrist, her pulse jumping at the first brush of my lips against the smooth flesh. I look up through hooded eyes to watch her, enjoying the sight of blood that rushes to her cheeks.“Trust me, there's nothing to worry about.”Violet nods with a beaming smile, and I right myself to take her hands, leading her towards a further corner, slightly darker, to afford us more privacy.“When you said you wanted to hold a feast tonight, I didn't know what to expect.” Violet admits.“Wel
Jenna's POVI don't know how long I'd lain on the forest ground, but as I slowly come back to myself, I realise that I might have been there for far too long, long enough to attract prey.As I crack one eye open and look around, the still midnight air alerts me to the dangers that lurk in these forests. And for a moment, I regret leaving the pack.However, now is not the moment to scrutinise hastily made decisions. Now is the time to get up as stealthily as I can and get the hell away from here.I can't help but remember the tales that Papa had told me about avoiding the forest as a younger child. I had first learned about rogues and shapeshifters from Papa, who had told me that they would never come into the pack to cause trouble, but getting lost in the forest could mean being harmed by them.I get up slowly, wincing when pain shoots through my ankle. I must have sprained something when I fell over the shrubs.Trying to make as little noise as possible, I begin to limp towards where
Jack's POVThere is still no sign of Jenna anywhere, and even though I try to ignore my wolf's whining, I feel her absence keenly.Suddenly, I miss those green eyes that had followed me everywhere tonight. Those large innocent eyes that had been filled with so much longing earlier tonight. So much longing, desire and hope.I had looked her in the eyes and squashed that hope because I had needed her to understand the impossibility of us being together. I had needed to make a favourable decision for the pack.If what I'd done had been for the safety of the pack and for the good of everyone, why did I feel so empty? Why was this sadness and longing for Jenna refusing to go away?I couldn't talk to my beta about this; I had already lied to him. And I couldn't bear the shame of going to him now with the truth.He would reproach me for it and could trust me less... I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let anyone see me as weak. It could be used against me. I had to learn to live with the
Jenna's POV“There she is. Get her!”I pick up pace, fear propelling my legs faster and faster as I continue to run, ignoring the pounding of feet behind me. For a moment, I regret this decision. I regret leaving the pack, leaving my friend behind, and thinking it was a wise idea to leave the safety that Jack had afforded. I should have stayed. I should have sucked up the rejection and tried to court one of the eligible bachelors in the pack who were looking to find their mate. I should have remained there. I should have learnt to disengage. But I had allowed emotions to overrule logic, and now I was nearly at the mercy of strange neanderthals.Cold, callous hands clamp on my shoulders and reel me backwards, flinging me against a tree stump. My ribs connect with the hardness of wood, and I let out a scream as I land on solid ground. There's sudden silence as I lay on the ground, my head reeling from the acute pain that shoots from my side. I put my hands on my burning ribs, makin
Jack's POVWe search the entire cave without any signs of Jenna. We don't find her in her trunda either. Guilt eats at me as my guards and I continue the search, hoping that we find her before sunrise.This would not have happened if I had not denied Jenna as my mate. She would still be here, she would not have fled. This is all my fault, isn't it? “Alpha,” Sav murmurs several hours later. “I don't think we would find the girl.”I pause and then turn to my head-guard. We are now at the perimeter of the pack, the large land that divides our pack from the forest where the rogues and shapeshifters roam. Jenna understands what crossing this border means. After several hours of our futile search, I have begun to hope that she hadn't done the unthinkable. We have rules guiding our packs. And one of those rules, which is older than time itself, has always been to never cross the borders without the consent of the alpha. The only time anyone's ever been required to leave the pack has bee
Jenna's POV“Show your face, dimwit!” Scarred face yells, his breathing loud and harsh.The forest is deadly quiet as we wait for who might possibly be my saviour to emerge.“We should have gotten out of here sooner.” The second abductor says, his words laced with what can only be described as fear.“Shut the hell up.” Scarred face snaps. And then, turning towards me, eyes filled with nothing but hatred and contempt say. “You stupid shit, if you didn't try to escape, we would have been halfway out of here. I'll kill you myself before the vagabond gets the chance to.”Scarred face pulls a wooden dagger from his boots and aims it at me. I shut my eyes and await the sharp plunge I know will knock me completely out. This is it. Here is where it all ends. This is how my days have been fated to end. I won't even try to fight this inevitability. There's a loud grunt and a loud scream of pain that causes me to open my eyes. What I witness is a blur of movements. Scarred face is knocked dow
Jenna's POV“Don't you touch me!” I scream.The two women look at me, their expression registering fear.“I'm sorry. We only want to help you out of your dress.”“I'm not a child. And I'm not sick either.” I inform them. I wasn't an invalid who needed extra care, nor was I a child who could not take off their clothes by themselves. “We know that. But our duty is to follow the instructions of our alpha.” One of the women, one who is much closer to my age, says.“Well, the instructions of your alpha affect my person, and it makes me uncomfortable. I will undress and take a bath by myself, okay?”The women look confusedly at each other and then, after a few seconds, nod.I breathe out a sigh of relief and then begin to pull off my dress. But noting that the women are still very much in the room, I suddenly grow self-conscious and hold the dress against my naked body. “Are you all going to watch me bathe?” “We will remain here should you need our assistance.”“I won't need your help wi
Jack’s POVThe days pass in a blur of unease and fascination. Each morning, we wake to a world that feels alien—smooth floors beneath our feet, no damp earth or leaves clinging to our skin. The house itself is strange, with its glowing orbs that light up the night and its doors that shut with a tightness that keeps the wind and cold completely at bay. On the first day, Eldris shows us how to use the objects around us. He calls them “appliances.” A box that keeps food cold without ice, a stove that heats without fire, and strange fixtures in the walls that bring water at the twist of a handle. It’s all overwhelming, but there’s no denying how useful these things are. For the pack, adapting to human ways is harder than I expected. Eating from plates with knives and forks feels unnatural, but Eldris insists we must. “If you want to pass as human, you must live like them,” he tells us. “They eat with tools, not their hands. They use furniture, not the ground.” At first, the pack res
Jenna's POV The sharp crack of wood splintering jolts me awake, the sound echoing through the inn like a gunshot. My wolf growls deep inside me, her instincts flaring to life. Something is wrong. I’m out of bed in an instant, yanking open my door just as Eleanor appears in the hallway, her expression grim and focused. “They’re here,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Humans?” I ask, already knowing the answer. She nods, her gaze darting toward the stairs. “Armed. Council dogs."My blood runs cold. The council wasn’t wasting time—they’d sent their human hunters to flush us out. “Wake Caleb and Mia,” I say, my voice hard. “I’ll find Greta." Eleanor nods and disappears down the hall as I race toward Greta’s room. The old wolf is already awake, her sharp eyes scanning the darkness. She doesn’t ask questions—she doesn’t need to. “We’re under attack,” I tell her. “You need to take Mia and run. Get her out of here." Greta frowns, her jaw tightening. “And leave you behind?
Jenna’s POVThe soft knock at my door jolts me awake, my wolf stirring restlessly at the disturbance. The inn is usually quiet at this hour, but the urgency in the sound puts me on edge. I swing my legs off the bed and pad to the door, opening it to find Eleanor. She stands with her arms crossed, her eyes holding a strange mix of calm and tension. “Come with me,” she says softly, gesturing for me to follow. I don’t question her. Something in her tone tells me this isn’t about the spy we’d uncovered earlier—it’s something else. I throw on a sweater and trail her down the creaky stairs, out the back door, and into the crisp night air. Eleanor leads me toward the cluster of trees at the edge of the inn’s property. There, in the faint moonlight, two figures emerge—a young man and a woman, their clothes worn and their faces etched with fatigue. “They showed up tonight,” Eleanor says, stopping a few steps away from them. “They need help." I glance between the strangers and Eleanor, my
Jack's POV The forest opens before us, the dense canopy giving way to the edges of human civilization. For days, we’ve trudged through the wilderness, the ground uneven and slick with fallen leaves, but now the terrain changes. The air smells different—cleaner yet tinged with the faint aroma of smoke and something else I can’t place. Ahead, Eldris halts and raises his hand, signalling us to stop. His sharp eyes scan the horizon, and I follow his gaze. Just beyond the treeline, the human settlement comes into view. It’s nothing like I expected. “Is that... brick?” Violet whispers, her voice unsteady. She steps forward, her amber eyes wide with disbelief, her usual guarded demeanour replaced with genuine curiosity. I nod slowly, though I can hardly believe it myself. The structure ahead is a small house, built from smooth red bricks that seem unnaturally uniform. The roof is sloped, its tiles perfectly aligned, and a strange reflective material covers the windows. The whole thing lo
Jack's POV The forest breathes with life as dawn breaks, the air crisp and laden with the earthy scent of dew-soaked leaves. I rise before the others, my senses attuned to every sound. The pack sleeps in scattered clusters, their forms wrapped in blankets and cloaks against the chill. Last night’s feast brought a rare sense of calm, but it won’t last. It never does. I stretch, my muscles tight from days of travel, and take a moment to survey the clearing. Eldris is awake too, perched on a fallen log near the edge of the camp. His eyes are distant, his posture stiff, as though he’s wrestling with thoughts; he doesn’t dare voice. It’s not unusual for him to keep to himself, but something about his demeanour today feels different. I approach him quietly, my footsteps deliberately light to avoid waking the others. He doesn’t flinch or startle as I sit beside him, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask, breaking the silence. He shakes his head. “Not much use in it thes
Jack's POV The scent of the buck is sharp in the air, cutting through the familiar tang of the forest. My senses sharpen, every sound and movement amplified. Days of empty bellies and restless nights have made the pack restless, but this kill will change that. It has to. I raise a hand, signalling the pack to halt. “Quiet,” I whisper, my voice low and firm. They freeze behind me, their eagerness palpable, their breaths hushed. Eldris, as always, stays a step behind the group, watching with his usual calm detachment. His presence still stirs unease, though I’ve made it clear that he’s staying. His knowledge of the forest and Nightspire’s plans is too valuable. The buck comes into view—a magnificent creature, its antlers spreading wide, its body taut with strength. It grazes in a small clearing, blissfully unaware of the predators lurking just beyond the trees. My heart quickens, but my movements remain deliberate and precise. I glance back, meeting Violet’s eyes briefly. For a mome
Violet’s POV The pack trudges onward, exhaustion creeping into every step. Jack leads at the front, his movements steady despite the weariness I know he must feel. I linger near the back, my mind clouded not by fatigue but by the whispers of the tether. It coils around my thoughts like smoke, its voice soft and insidious. ‘Eldris doesn’t belong here,’ it murmurs. ‘He’s dangerous, a shadow in the fold.’I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. But the tether persists, weaving doubt into every corner of my mind. It knows how to press against my insecurities, exploiting the fact that Eldris has been with us for days yet remains an enigma. When the pack pauses to rest near a shallow river, I feel the tether’s presence stronger than ever, a cold weight in my chest. Wolves fan out to gather firewood and prepare for the night, but I stay rooted in place, my gaze fixed on Eldris as he speaks quietly with Asa. ‘You should tell Jack,’ the tether urges. ‘Convince him to rid the pac
Jack’s POVThe pack finally stops for a rest after hours of trekking through the dense forest. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing where we gather. The younger wolves sprawl out on the ground, exhaustion evident in their movements. Some older wolves take watch, their eyes scanning the tree line for any sign of danger. I stand near the edge of the group, observing, calculating, and trying to find a moment of peace in this chaos. Eldris, as always, is nearby, his presence a mixture of comfort and intrigue. He’s been with us for days now, ever since he arrived with news of Nightspire’s plan to declare war. His knowledge has proven invaluable, though I’ve yet to fully decide if I trust him. He has a way of knowing too much, of seeing too far ahead. Still, I can’t deny the truth in his words or the insight he’s offered. “Jack.” His voice breaks through my thoughts, low and deliberate. I turn to face him, finding his pale blue eyes already fixed on
Jenna's POVThe inn is silent, save for the occasional creak of its wooden beams, the kind of stillness that comes with the deep hours of the night. I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a restless storm. The spy’s mocking smirk lingers in my mind, his words echoing over and over: ‘The council knows. And they’re coming.’Eleanor insisted we would question him in the morning, but the anticipation burns in my chest. I can’t just sit here and wait. Every fiber of my being urges me to act, to uncover what he knows before it’s too late. I throw on a sweater and quietly slip out of my room, padding through the dimly lit hallway. The old floors groan under my feet, but I move carefully, listening for any sign that someone might be awake. The spy is locked up in the small storage room near the back of the inn, a makeshift holding cell we had no choice but to use.When I reach the door, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the latch. My wolf stirs beneath the surface, r