Rylee
Television is a blessing, and I love watching it. The main character in the TV show has everything I dream of—school, hot water, a washing machine, air conditioner, mattress, her own bowl...
And, most importantly, equality and freedom.
Life is hard, and it's nice to daydream once in a while.
Marta won’t let me talk about TV shows. She says human stuff is bullshit. Hierarchy is innate; wolves have to follow the rules of their bloodline.
She told me to watch less crap made up by lower beings.
But I really want to ask her: the refrigerator, microwave, and oven are all man-made, and I don’t see you using them any less. Of course, I don’t ask. I’m not stupid. I don’t want to get beaten up.
By the time I get to the kitchen with my basket, it’s lunch time. The whole place smells like roast chicken.
It’s my birthday today. I have to watch the hit TV show Alpha's Runaway Bride while I eat.
I drop the clothes on a line and drape them around the stove. Then I grab a couple of potatoes from the coals and dash to the corner. Over there, a small black-and-white TV sits on the counter. It’s old and low quality, but I’m happy with it. It shows the same programs as Luna’s fancy 4K HD TV anyway!
There’s a heated discussion at the table, but I don’t care at all; I just want to watch the show.
I press the power button.
“I heard that Alpha is fretting these days. Business at the pack is getting worse; it's about to be untenable. Gamma Anto, is that true?”
Huh? Why won’t the TV turn on? I check back and forth; nothing seems wrong.
“It’s been pretty tough. Alpha is planning on selling some of the useless wolves to the big guys as slaves. Lest they waste our food.”
I slap the top of the machine hard. It doesn’t work; the screen stays black. I’m getting anxious because I really want to see what happens in the next episode. Last time, the heroine told the hero she wanted to go to school, and the hero handed over a contract. I want to see what the contract says!
“Alas, it depends on who is unlucky enough to be sold into slavery. I’ve heard that if you’re a slave, you live and die at your master’s discretion. Great Goddess of the Moon, please don’t pick me!”
I unplug the power and signal cables, cradle the TV in my arms, and head for the back door of the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, Marta. We still need you in the kitchen. Besides, who’s better at being a slave than Rylee? Look at her... Rylee!!! What the fuck are you doing?!”
A voice like a landmine explosion yells my name, startling me so much that I almost drop the TV in my hands.
I stop in my tracks and turn my head, bewildered.
It’s Gamma Anto, no wonder. Anto and Luna are in cahoots. They both take pleasure in making my life miserable.
Anto stands with his hands on the table, glaring at me angrily. Across from him, Syd is frowning, his fork clenched tightly.
Syd’s in the dining room too? I thought he didn’t like potlucks.
“Where are you going with the TV in your arms? Do you know it’s a FELONY to steal and sell pack assets?” Anto pushes his chair away heavily. Its legs make an unpleasant scraping sound on the floor tiles.
“Gamma,” I obediently bow my head, showing him the back of my neck, “I didn’t steal the TV. I was going to take it to my bedroom to fix it. It’s broken.”
Anto rushes over and slaps me across the face. He’s so strong that my head is slapped sideways. My check immediately swells up, and my mouth tastes like rust.
He’s doing this again. This jerk won’t be happy for a day without hitting me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Syd lurch to his feet.
Anto’s spit sprays the top of my head. “Who gave you permission to take it away? Who knows if you’re going to fix it or sell it? Do you realize what you’re doing is stealing? Did I ever tell you no stealing?”
He did, countless times, in front of everyone. But I didn’t steal anything, not once!
Anto snatches the TV out of my arms, turns, and shouts, “Marta, Marta, get over here and check the TV! I want to see if the rat is lying.”
He pushes his way through the crowd and places the TV on the dining table, plugging the power supply into the nearby outlets.
He pushes through the crowd again and pulls me roughly over. I stumble and fall over.
Next to my face is the TV. I reach up and press the power button, the screen doesn’t light up. “Look! It’s broken! I didn’t steal anything!” I yell in all directions, and with eager eyes. I look over to Marta, who just came over, trembling. Marta could prove that I just like to watch TV and that I wasn’t lying.
However, Marta doesn’t answer. She avoids even making eye contact with me.
“Marta?” I ask incredulously.
As she pulls the remote out of her apron pocket with trembling hands, I know that this is the end for me.
RyleeThe pack’s prison is an old warehouse that used to be a chicken pen. It still smells like chicken poop and feed. My hands are tied behind my back, and whip marks cover my body. They dumped me on a stiff, musty pile of hay. Tiny stalks of grass dig into my skin, stinging and bleeding.I want to scream, but I don’t. I’m pretending to be unconscious.In Greenvale pack, thieves get 40 lashes, executed by Gamma. Anto, that brutal dog, loves to play dirty. I fainted and woke up in pain several times during the torture. At the 35th lash, I thought I was going to die. But then I saw Syd rush over and pull Anto’s whip. He got another 10 lashes for that.Thanks to Syd, I survived. Then I thought pretending to be unconscious was a good idea. Anto likes to see the look on my face when he tortures me. If I don’t react, he might give up sooner.“Go see if she’s dead,” I hear Anto say to his men. Footsteps approach me, and I hasten to make my breathing soft and even. A hand comes up to my nose
RyleeSyd sits frozen, as if rooted to the ground. Silence spreads under the moonlight.Every werewolf gains the ability to sense their mate on the day they come of age, and I was no exception. This morning, the moment I saw Syd, I felt our mate-bond. But it was weak, and I couldn’t smell Syd.My wolf hasn’t come yet.Syd came of age six months ago. He should have known I was his mate, but he never told me. I can guess the reason easily: my status embarrasses him.I am the pack’s slave, and he is the future Beta.We don’t trust each other; we don’t accept each other. That’s why our mate-bond is so weak. That’s why I can’t smell him.Syd suddenly jumps to his feet. “When did you know?” he asks, his breathing fast. “What... what are you going to do?”Without waiting for my answer, he paces anxiously. “No, this isn’t the time for discussing that. I need to get you out of here first.” He crouches down, trying to pick me up. “I heard them talking about selling you, and the buyer is... Alva
RyleeI used to wonder what "fated" meant. How can you fall in love without knowing each other and stay together forever? Now I get it. It's a soul-deep pain, like a part of you is being ripped away.I have to stuff straw in my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Syd looks in worse pain. He can't stay human, shifts into a wolf, and collapses. The brown wolf convulses, his mouth opens wide, looks about to cry, but he only whimpers silently. After ten minutes, he stumbles up, giving me a deep look. Then, he turns and disappears into the darkness.I breathe a sigh of relief, wipe my tears, and collapse onto the haystack.It's over.Great, one step closer to leaving this pack.Syd is tall, handsome, capable with a pretty-boy face. We grew up together. He’s the only one who cares about me. If I wasn't Rylee Green, I might fall in love with him so easily and deeply. But our bond is doomed. He has a bright future, and I'm the pack's sinner.18 years ago, my birth took away my high-blooded m
AlvarThat scratching sensation was back again. The closer I drew to Greenvale, the stronger my nameless desire became.I couldn't quite place it. It had only started a week ago—my wolf, Blade, had been urging me to head north, insisting there was something crucial waiting for us. But what could it be?Greenvale Pack had been settled in the north for ages. Once an ancient tribe with great renown, its glory days were long gone. Alpha Steve, the current leader, was a mere survivor whose pack’s brief prosperity was largely due to his ex-wife.There was nothing there worth coveting. So what was Blade trying to tell me?Recently, Alpha Steve had been trying to strike a deal with Carl, my Beta. He wanted to borrow money or sell us slaves. I sniffed. He’s not qualified to talk business with my pack.Carl reminded me that Alpha Steve’s ex-wife was a descendant of the Madonna and that they had a daughter who likely inherited healing powers. Our army was in desperate need of a medic, so I told
RyleeSometimes I want to applaud fate. Even on my birthday, it mocks me with its cruel sense of humor.Falsely accused, imprisoned, and then caught so easily after escaping. The man who caught me was so swift and powerful. I was tackled to the ground before I even had a chance to react.Fugitives go straight to death row. It's an eternal rule in the werewolf world. Blindfolded and shoved into the backseat of a car, I wait for my fate.Sometime later, the car door creaks open, and a man sits next to me. The space instantly feels cramped. Even though I’m blindfolded, his presence is enormous—definitely not one of Greenvale’s 67 werewolves.The man doesn’t speak. I can feel his intense gaze piercing through me. His heat is overwhelming, making me shiver. My teeth are chattering, but a small hope flickers: If he’s not from Greenvale, not killing me right away, could he possibly let me go?I clear my throat. “Sir…” As soon as I speak, he leans in, his body heat almost burning me. His hand
AlvarWhen I said my name, my kitten closed her eyes and pretended to faint. But her fluttering eyelids and rapid heartbeat gave her away.Is my name really that scary?I watch her with amusement.My mate is younger, more mischievous, stronger, and bolder than I expected.She dares to call me rude, make deals, and fake fainting right in front of me. The last person who challenged me got torn apart and fed to the dogs. But her antics don't make me angry; they make me feel... excited.‘Mark her RIGHT NOW!” Blade protests loudly. “You’re 28 and still don't have a wife! What the fuck are you waiting for? Grab her, bite her neck, make her ours! Then drag her to bed and make babies! If you can't do it, I will!’He’s really horny.Of course, I’m horny too. The moment I saw her, I wanted to fuck her. Her beautiful blue eyes made my cock swell up. I long to be inside her, to have her touch me. But her bruises and wary eyes calm me down.I reassure Blade to take it easy. She looks young, maybe
RyleeEating the bread and bacon Ruth hands me, I think about how to get out of this mess. Steve sold me, and now I’m Alvar’s sex slave.Being his sex slave won’t end well.After the meal, I look around the deck. The sea is beautiful. The waves roll in, big and small, and the sun is warm and comforting. But I can’t enjoy it. I think about jumping off the boat and swimming away, but we’re far from shore. There are about seven or eight werewolves on board, all big and strong. They’d scoop me up before I even hit the water.No chance. I have to wait.Clouds start to thicken, and the sky gets cloudy. Ruth shooes me back to my room.“Looks like rain’s coming. Damn winter rain and wind, it’s gonna be cold.” Ruth grumbles, pulling a wool coat from the closet. She says Alvar had my previous clothes and package sent ahead to Dark Moon Pack, and the ones I’m wearing are new.Whoo. Efficiency.I don’t feel cold. In Greenvale, it gets to -10 or -20°C in winter, and I’m often out in the wind and s
RyleeThe mansion’s courtyard surrounds the place, and the helicopter is parked on the tarmac in the northeast corner. As soon as we step off the helicopter, men in black rush over with umbrellas. I wade through the muddy grass and make my way to the mansion, still trying to take in the grandeur.I’m in awe. I’m sure my wide-eyed wonder looks silly, but I can’t help it.This place is incredible!It is an old-fashioned and gorgeous mansion; a style I learn a month later called Victorian. The mansion sits at the top of a hill, facing south, with expansive courtyards to the east and south. Except for the west, which is near a cliff. An iron fence encircles the property, with guarded entrances at every corner (I sigh again). In the center of the courtyard is an octagonal fountain pool, currently empty except for a small marble pedestal.To the north, there’s a parking lot. Now a few luxury cars sporadically parked in it. Beside it, there is an area that serves as a landing pad for helicop