CarlSince Alvar goes to Europe, he gets weirder by the day. This guy actually quits drinking! He was an alcoholic for a month, downing drinks like water, so it blows my mind when he says he won’t touch alcohol anymore. I tell Kristen about it, and she says seriously, “It’s called lovesickness, Carl. What do you know about love when you’re as straight as a rail?”What a joke! Who wants to know that much about love? What’s so great about love anyway? Look at Alvar—he’s an Alpha who turns into a fool for love! And Cecilia? She gets beaten with twenty lashes for love, thrown out of the mansion, and her father punished. If you ask me, this kind of thing should be as far away from me as possible.Meg tells me that Alvar actually asks for the ring back! The next day, he says, “Carl, get the private jet ready to pick up Rylee.” I am shocked. “Huh? You just got her back?”Alvar’s face is expressionless, but I can feel his excitement. Instead of answering me directly, he continues, “No, she wi
RyleeThe strangest thing in the world is seeing your aunt, who isn’t much older than you, kissing your ex-boyfriend’s best friend in front of your whole family.It’s hard to describe the feeling, but it’s kind of comforting to have someone else embarrassed with me under the porch.As soon as Nina and Carl meet, they shout “Mate” and kiss, making it obvious they’ve found each other.Everyone heads back into the living room. They sit scattered around, except for me and Hera on the biggest couch. Carl and Nina sit across from us, holding hands.Ohh, from the look on Carl’s face, he’s really embarrassed. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him look so shy. I can feel Hera and Jason almost scrutinizing him with their eyes.“You guys are so cold here; it’s really much colder than Malibu!” After introducing his family and income, Carl rubs his head and makes a silly comment.“That’s what we have here.” Nina smiles sweetly, her eyes still glued to Carl. “You’ll get used to it lat
RyleeI wake up before the sun every day and trek through the snowy forest to the packhouse by 6 a.m.From 6 to 9 a.m., I'm stuck cleaning the kitchen and doing hard labor. They won’t let me handle food because they think I'll make it dirty. Only when Marta, the kitchen manager, is too busy, she’ll let me help make flour for muffins.Greenvale is far up north, so mornings are late here. By the time I finish in the kitchen, it’s just getting light outside.At 9 sharp, I head to the laundry room. Doing laundry in winter is brutal since we don’t have washing machines. The pack's finances are tight, and sometimes our heater doesn’t work. If I want hot water, it’s all about luck—which, unsurprisingly, isn't on my side today. Happy birthday to me.I turn on the faucet. Great. No steam. Just icy cold water.I soak my hands in the biting cold and struggle to wash the clothes Alpha and Luna have piled up over the past week. My fingers quickly freeze and turn purple. Other werewolves might not m
RyleeTelevision 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
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