I will be writing several Chapters this weekend
Brock's Perspective— Beside Stephanie's hospital bed, the room smelled like antiseptic, and I gently held her pale hand in mine. We felt a spark where our hands met, creating a strong electrifying mate connection. I knew Stephanie's family was nearby, and I braced myself for their questions. Despite Stephanie's efforts to hide our bond, I knew deep down that we were meant to be together. Seeing Stephanie motionless in her hospital bed, her golden hair splayed out upon her pillowcase, filled me with deep sorrow. Our bond was strong between Stephanie and I, which brought back the memories of my mother, who had a strong mate bond with my own father, which haunts my memories now in the presence of reliving the kidnapping and loss of my mother. It was Stephanie now lying unconscious in that hospital bed. "What should I do with you, Stephanie?" I whispered, feeling overwhelmed by inner confusion. Having thought I would never have a mate, and now she lays before me
Lisa’s Point of View ---I have not existed since that blonde bimbo ran out of Brock's office. He had spent all of his time and manpower trying to find her. When he sent the beta and I a mind-link, I was already in the packhouse.After he took the blonde into the hospital, I smelled her all over him as he registered her. As a matter of fact, I hoped that bimbo would die; he never seemed bothered by other females who ended up in the pack hospital.I reluctantly let some of our pack-Omega's set up rooms for Alpha Silverton's family as Brock requested. I hadn't expected Justin Silverton, one of the sons of Alpha Silverton, to be standing behind me. The most amazing scent I've ever encountered hit me at that moment. There is nothing better than the smell of homemade candy canes. When I was only five, my mother died during the war, so I haven't been able to smell those since.Justin turned me around, kissed me, and I sank into his lips as his heat enveloped me. In the midst of his embrace,
Grayson’s Perspective – As dusk settled in, I finished my work in the busy packhouse. I had helped Janice, who worked tirelessly, get the guests from Silverton’s pack settled into their rooms. Quietly following her, I watched as she rushed out of the packhouse, clearly troubled. This worried me; Janice, Brock, and I had always been close, almost like siblings, united by our shared experiences of war. Shrouded by the approaching embrace of twilight, I lingered in the slender shadows cast by the packhouse, my gaze trailing Janice's retreating form as she vanished into the softly lit entrance of our pack hospital. I presumed she sought advice from Alpha Brock, her urgency seemed clear through her facial expressions, a silent storm brewing beneath her purposeful stride. Janice soon reappeared, tears streaming down her cheeks, her chest breathing in and out with sobs. Blinded by grief, she stumbled across the moonlit street and vanished into the dense woods. Silently, I followed an unse
Grayson - Under the canopy of twilight, I clasped Janice's hand, her fingers entwining with mine as they had in the sun-dappled days of our youth. With hearts pounding and the crispness of adventure in the air, we sprinted toward the serene expanse of the lake that lay cradled in the North Shore's embrace. The water beckoned to us like an old friend, its surface sparkled with the last golden rays of a setting sun. For us, who grew up as close as siblings, the lake was our refuge, a place where the symphony of splashes and joyful shrieks became the melody of our existence. As we shed the constraints of our clothing down to the barest of essentials, our laughter echoed with an unrestrained glee reminiscent of a time when life was simpler. The old tire swing, which hung from the wise old oak by the bank, was our chariot. Amid the sounds of creaking rope and our own anticipatory screams, we swung out over the heart of the lake, our bodies slicing through the humid air. With a collective
Brock's Perspective –The complexities of life as an Alpha were never more apparent to me than now, as I grappled with the intricacies of the mate bond that tied me to Stephanie Silverton. My nerves were frayed from hours upon hours of grueling interrogations, probing the minds of Yadiel's captured men whilst wrestling with my own internal turmoil. The weight of walking away from my mate, feeling the unseen tug on my very soul, left both my wolf and me in a state of heightened tension. To exacerbate the situation, Janice's unwarranted admission of love, made brazenly in the presence of Stephanie's brother—a man who viewed me with nothing short of revulsion—deepened the sting of betrayal. In facing Janice's affections, I confess, I may have lost my temper in an unbecoming manner.I had overheard the entirety of the heart-to-heart by the lake's edge—a familiar sanctuary we had known since our toddler days—where my beta and Janice discussed the rawness of her emotional wounds. I chastised
Brocks's Perspective:My wolf, Jasper, has nearly been driving me insane. It's been nearly a week since Stephanie was taken to the pack hospital. The doctors managed to rid her body of the lethal toxins, and by all accounts, she should be conscious already. But she's not, and now Jasper yearns for me to be by Stephanie's side constantly, holding her hand.Distracted by my worry, I've become a wreck. Tasks of my Alpha role go neglected, furniture lies in splinters, and I've sent more laptops sailing through windows than I care to count.On the second day after Alpha Silverton arrived, I found myself deep in conversation with him. I laid bare the tale of Stephanie's rescue and my guilt over not reaching her sooner, which explains the endless hours I spent by her bedside. We also touched upon the situation with an unwelcome She-wolf in our pack; I needed to arrange for her temporary transfer to his territory—ostensibly to stop her relentless pursuit of me. We decided to move Stephanie to
Brock’s point of view-As I listened to my best friend speak on the phone to the nurse, I could not believe what I was hearing. Also, I was horrified by the things she asked the nurse to do.Janice asked the nurse to ensure Stephanie was signed off to go home, regardless of whether she was out of the coma. Janice wanted her friend to fake the doctor’s signature and get Stephanie away from who Janice claimed was her mate.What caused Janice to become so delusional? She is not my mate, nor will I ever be her mate. It is possible that Stephanie's life could have been lost had she not been under the care of a doctor if she had been seriously ill.If someone had told me Janice had done this, or that she wanted to do this to Stephanie, I would have been in shock. It would have been impossible for me to believe them. I am, however, able to hear what she is saying firsthand."We need to talk," I told the nurse, gesturing her to follow me while muting the nurses' cellphone.As I made my way to
Janice's point of view –As I paced back and forth, the sharp heels of my stilettos etching grooves into the hard wooden floor, I was oblivious to the damage. My body trembled with fear — the kind of shaking that would've been visible to anyone who happened to be around.The moment Brock would finish reading through all those messages, I was certain he would demand a severe punishment.I nearly succumbed to Missy's influence, who through a series of text messages, talked me out of administering poison into Stephanie's IV. My mind was in chaos, consumed by thoughts of getting rid of Stephanie permanently.Brock and I had been intimate for so many years; losing him felt like losing a destined life partner. My heart ached profoundly as he pulled away from me. Each day without him was like being repeatedly stabbed with a sharp blade. His avoidance was clear – at work, at home, even at pack dinners where his absence coincided with my presence. It was unmistakable, he was distancing himself
Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Six: Ezra, Enzo, and Esme's Fate Stephanie's Perspective: Time has passed swiftly, and the triplets have become a source of both worry and profound anguish. Aware that the moon goddess foretold the darkness in one of my children, I also clung to her assurance that we could save this child. She warned me of the numerous trials Esme would face, yet I was unprepared for the extent of her frailty and deformity. Parenting in such conditions leaves me at a loss. Each night, I plead with the moon goddess for guidance, as it is I who feels covered in darkness. Yet I heard nothing from her. It almost feels like punishment. I am a fierce Alpha female of the pack, I had made it through giving birth to triplets - Ezra, Enzo, and Esme. I remembered how much when the boys were born, how much Ezra and Enzo, were identical in every way, with their light blonde hair to me. But it was Esme, the runt of the litter, who stood out with her black hair that mirrored her father,
Brock's perspective: I crouched by Stephanie's side, stroking her pale cheek, willing her to fight through. Dr. Mildred was a blur of motion, her hands swift and sure as she worked to stop the bleeding, her brow furrowed with concentration, her lips moving in silent prayer or perhaps a list of medical steps. The clock on the wall ticked in mockery of my racing heart, its hands moving too slowly for my liking. It seemed time itself had conspired to increase the torture, drawing out each moment into an unbearable eternity. Minutes - or was it hours? - passed and finally, Dr. Mildred straightened with a tired sigh, peeling off her gloves. "We've managed to stop the bleeding," she announced, her eyes meeting mine. It was the first hope I'd clung to since it had all begun.With that small reassurance, I allowed myself to draw a breath, my grip on Stephanie's hand loosening just slightly. Then the heart monitor screamed out with a shrill tone showing Stephanie's heart had stoppe
Third-Party Perspective:As the Suburban sped down the back road, the trees blurred past in a green and golden haze, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within the vehicle. Stephanie's grip on Brock's hand tightened with each wave of pain that wracked her body, her forehead beaded with sweat despite the cool autumn air seeping through the cracked window.Brock's heart raced as he watched his mate, Stephanie, contort in agony on his lap. He couldn't bear to see her in such pain, but he knew that they were running out of time. The driver's voice cut through the air, a note of urgency lacing his words as he asked if they needed to pull over.Stephanie knew time was not on their side, and she felt a growing urgency to act. Accustomed to living without powers, she had forgotten that she could simply wish herself and Brock directly into the safety of the pack hospital. "No, keep going," I gasped, clutching at Brock with one hand while the other grasped at the shards of my fading humanit
Stephanie’s Perspective:As the driver for I and Brock navigated the winding road towards the Silverton pack territory, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The truth about my parentage had shaken me to the core, leaving me feeling as if I was floating in a sea of lies and deceit. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of her unborn twin boys, a reminder of the new life I was about to bring into this world.The cool autumn air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. My mate, Alpha Brock, sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh in a silent show of support. I glanced at him, grateful for his unwavering presence in my life, especially in this tough time for me.As we arrived at the Silverton pack territory, I felt a mix of apprehension and determination swirling within me. I knew I needed to confront my parents, to demand answers and closure, no matter how painful the t
Stephanie’s Perspective:I was aware of my issues with emotional control, which is why I couldn't face visiting my parents just yet. The guilt weighed on me, especially since my mother had just given birth and my father was now in intensive care. I had received word that my father and his men had been ambushed by rogues while returning to my former pack.Everyone anticipated that my mother would give birth to another boy; however, she had a girl instead. The sonogram had misleadingly suggested the presence of a penis, but it turned out to be merely the umbilical cord.I called Crystal, now back in the packhouse and in her own room thanks to Linda. I asked her to tell our parents that I don't hate them. Rather, I am a danger to be around until I can control my emotions and my magic.I had never deeply appreciated how blessed I was to have Linda as a friend. She provided the tough love I needed. Without her physically pulling me out of that bed, I don’t know how much longer I would have
Stephanie's Perspective:A rank odor filled the air. As I glanced around, nothing appeared wrong, which led me to realize the unpleasant smell was coming from me; okay, maybe I hadn't showered in a few days.I rummaged through my closet and picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. After that, I opened my dresser and chose some underwear. Embracing a gradual approach, I completed my outfit with fuzzy socks, opting for comfort above all today. Laying my chosen outfit on the bed, I grabbed a towel and made my way to the shower. The water hissed and sputtered as I turned on the tap. The steam curled up around the room, wrapping me in a comforting embrace.As I stepped into the shower, the hot water was a sharp contrast to the coldness that had settled into my bones over the past few days. Water cascaded over me, its soothing rhythm a backdrop to my troubled thoughts.I admit I had let my depression take over me, crippling me mentally for the past week? I am not even ce
Brock’s perspective:Darkness had encircled the pack since Stephanie brought chaos to an end with the war. A persistent shadow of dark gray clouds, with occasional thunderstorms, lingered over our pack, each storm an echo to Stephanie's tears.I had to reach her, to break through the pain that confined her to her room. Only Crystal and I could occasionally console her through her sobs; it was hardly a conversation.I asked Sapphire and Selena about her powers' origins, but they refused to reveal them. Stephanie stayed quiet, not even confiding in her best friend Linda.I juggled pack responsibilities and calls about Stephanie's well-being. It all became too much, as Stephanie had excelled as both co-alpha and was an outstanding Luna. I missed having her here to help run the pack.Sapphire had to resume her duties overseeing the secret, cursed pack, a curse her mother insisted on maintain
From Stephanie's Perspective:Selena and Sapphire rushed to my side, encircling me with a protective shield to safeguard those around me from the bursts of anger I seemed powerless to restrain. It was as though I was a living embodiment of the Fourth of July, with outbursts erupting repeatedly and without control.I saw the wolf-wizard rushing toward me, his face contorted with anger and bewilderment. Sapphire stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his chest to halt his advance. Despite being enclosed in my protective bubble, where I shouldn't have been able to hear them. I could catch snippets of their conversation.I watched Brock argue with the witches and the warlock; Linda joined the fray as well.Brock questioned Selena and Sapphire about what had transpired with me. Meanwhile, Linda shared my confusion. For some inexplicable reason, the warlock was under the impression that he was my biological fathe
Stephanie’s Perspective:I positioned myself to see both astral Brock and Vincent. It became clear Vincent didn't want to harm me; he was torn because he simply aimed to rescue his mate from Adrian. I empathized if Adrian had taken Brock, I'd go to great lengths to reclaim my mate."Vincent!" I shouted, struck by a plan to retrieve his mate without jeopardizing myself or upsetting Brock by using me as bait."Listen, I have an idea. We'll need Sapphire's assistance. Without another viable plan, we can't break through the barrier.Additionally, I've concealed a special gift from most. I don't want people to feel uncomfortable around me, thinking I am reading their mind twenty-four seven. Truthfully, the ability is sometimes annoying. I really don't want to know what people think. What I can do is establish a telepathic connection with almost anyone, except for pure humans. I'll use this ability to mentally inform Adrian tha