[ALPHA HUNTER’s Point-of-View] "I never expected this to happen." "You heard the news?" "Yes," I answered Weston gravely while staring outside. The sun was setting, slowly hiding under the horizon of tall buildings in the city, and darkness started to spread. Shadows stretched on the main streets and at every corner of my vast, luxurious office. I heaved a sigh. I never thought this could be serious. But with what happened to Sandra Andersen, there was no way I would let this issue slip. Someone was clearly threatening me. I looked at Weston over my right shoulder. My mind was filled with worry for Cassandra. I knew she was upset with me when I didn’t even give her time to accompany her on her way to the university, but I just couldn’t bear the idea of seeing her leave Albrecht’s Castle. A deal was a deal. I never wanted her to leave, but I had to honor my words and let her go. She always wanted college; all I wanted was to give her the happiness she deserved. "Should we take Mi
"I will go with you."I looked at the old, pudgy lady. The professor seemed reluctant about Geneva going with me, but Geneva gave her a cheerful smile. The sound of her voice seemed assertive, "Right, Miss Shirley?"I frowned because the professor nodded at her like an obedient puppy. Geneva immediately pulled me away from the table and giggled, which confused me. Why does she seem excited about it? It was the Chancellor! The CEO of this university wanted to see me! I thought of something I did that could be a valid reason for me to get expelled. But it was the encounter with Sandra that first came to mind.Were they going to kick me out of school just because I was the last person seen talking to her?My throat felt tight. My heart was racing. Were they thinking I killed Sandra?"Stop shaking, Cassy. Try to calm yourself down. Don’t let them think you are scared, or they will think you are guilty of something," Geneva whispered into my ear."You think they suspect me about the incid
"You are not safe here anymore, Cassandra." Alpha Hunter's voice was the same. Cold. Commanding. Strained.I didn’t notice that he had already closed the gap between us. He was so freaking fast, I didn’t even have enough time to react. I gasped, and he pulled my chin, wanting me to focus on him. His eyes were like liquid, fiery basalt. My skin was burning. My heart was melting."I am not sure if you are talking about the assassins or if it’s you I should be scared of..." I hissed. I lifted my chin and looked at him fiercely. He can’t make me surrender with his devilishly gorgeous looks. My knees were weak, but I wouldn’t let him have me. Not again.No matter how I forced myself to feel angry at him, I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips. He was so close—so close that our lips almost touched.But then I remembered the pain I had been harboring since I left Castle Albrecht. My pride would never let me show him how it was like torture for me for several weeks. But tears glimmered in my ey
‘What are you doing here?"I gasped.The silence was broken by the voice that slightly echoed inside the school’s natatorium. The air was thick and muggy, and yet I couldn’t make myself dive into the cool water—of the same pool where Sandra Andersen died. I knew that it was thoroughly cleaned by the caretakers, and yet there was an eerie feeling crawling up my skin to the sides of my face. Like cold whispers urging me to jump—to see what was waiting for me underneath it.To see if she was still underneath it.I turned in the direction of the voice. My face paled with fear. My body was trembling. In my mind, Sandra was still there. Floating. Dead.Then, in a flash of a second, I saw myself in the water. My glassy eyes stared blankly at me, blank and empty. Like a broken doll.My knees suddenly collapsed, and I fell to the floor, shaking. I panicked, and my lips trembled as sobs emerged from my throat. I was too weak and terrified to move. I didn’t know why I came here. I didn’t know w
[MONICA’s Point-of-View]I pulled the robe over my shoulders and sighed.The bed creaked when Beta Weston moved and sat behind me. I felt his soft lips press against the skin of my shoulder, and the feelings it brought me were so sweet and warm. I wished to stay much longer with him, but I knew I couldn’t.We were in a small, old shack on the far side of the Black Haw’s territory. It has been our secret place. Our haven away from all the chaos inside the pack. It used to be the house of Beta Weston’s mother, where he was raised. He came from a very poor family before he crawled his way up and became friends with Alpha Hunter. At the time of war inside the pack, he fought side by side with Alpha Hunter and was appointed as his Beta because of Weston’s loyalty and his ability as a good adviser to his best friend."Stay," he whispered, and then his lips went to my earlobe, nibbling it, "Alpha Hunter won’t notice that you are here with me, Monica. Brochan was careful when he got you out
[CASSANDRA’s Point-of-View]"What is this place? Why are you taking me here?"Alpha Hunter didn’t answer. Instead, he gave me a sullen look and then tossed his keys to the valet. He then grabbed my arm without a word and pushed me inside the hotel lobby, which had several people talking to the receptionists and hotel porters who were busy taking baggage from their incoming customers. He nodded at the receptionists.The hotel looked so luxurious with its shiny tile floor and white-painted walls. The ceiling was high and decorated with glamorous crystal chandeliers. But what caught my attention most was the baroque style of angels and heaven paintings hanging on the walls. I have never seen such exquisite art in my whole life, and that just flaunts how expensive the hotel was."Your room is already prepared, Master Albrecht. Food will be served upon your request," one of the blonde receptionists half-ran towards us and uttered without looking at the Alpha. It seemed they were all wary a
"Hunter—""I want you, Cassandra. You have no idea how much I have been trying to control myself not to touch you—hold you—"I looked into his eyes, and I could see the ache of longing, just like I had been suffering since I left him at Castle Albrecht."I-I’m scared…""You are scared of me?" he asked in a hoarse tone, so sexy that I felt like I was melting underneath him. His body was so warm. So hard and strong, and I felt so vulnerable, so small and soft. I feel like a woman when I’m with him. And I know that if he asked me, I would never have a second thought about giving everything to him, even though I knew it would be a huge risk. Even though we had a deal that I could only give myself to him after I finished college."Not you… I am never scared of you," I answered, almost smiling, and he only raised an eyebrow at me, looking a little insulted. The anger in me just disappeared, and I wanted to chuckle at him, but I decided not to, "I mean, I am scared of what is happening. Abou
"No! Please don’t leave me here! I have to go back to the dorm! HUNTER!"But he was gone.No matter how hard I hit the thick wooden door, there was no point because he wouldn’t let me go out if there was still a threat to my life outside of this room. Maybe before, I would have been glad to be protected because I was not ready to die yet. But after all that happened since I met Alpha Hunter, I changed. I knew I could fight and protect myself. I had basic training in hunting and dueling fights.The terror in me crawled into my skin as the image of a floating body in a pool emerged inside my head. My body shuddered, and cold sweats beaded on my forehead. The thought of dying and the fear coming with it never occurred to me until it reminded me of my mom and how I witnessed when her body was brought back, cold and still, from the battlegrounds between Midnight and Black Haw Pack.It was so hard to breathe as memories flashed one by one. The horror of it caused me to panic as I looked aro
It was a nightmare I refused to believe.How many times did I think that Weston came after my husband’s life, scared that he would betray Hunter again? Was I a monster after I thought about all of those horrible accusations about Weston who just sacrificed himself for his best friend?Monica’s scream shattered my heart into tiny million pieces as I watched my husband stand, his face dark and his eyes crimson red as he jumped to the one with a metal claw and sank his teeth into its shoulders, pulling its limb away from its body. The whole crowd was still silent after witnessing Weston’s death but Flavius’ mental laughter didn’t stop until Hunter let out an ear-splitting howl of anguish as he picked the metal claw and sent it flying straight to where Flavius was sitting.I felt like my throat tightened and dried when I watched how the same weapon that killed Weston pierced through Flavius’ chest and killed the old man in an instant, stopping him from laughing until he fell on his chair
The Lester and Black Haw soldiers were fast when they built a small arena on the cliff using wood and metal platforms. The fighting on the battlefield ceased after Flavius agreed to Hunter’s challenge for a duel to death.And the word Death was like an icicle pike aimed and focused at my heart, ready to stab me if Hunter failed this—I frowned. No. There was no way I would let myself think my husband would die just like that. I would never let that happen. Please, Moon Goddess…don’t ever let that happen.I felt Monica’s hand touch mine, and her fingers were ice-cold against my skin even though the ocean breeze that night wasn’t that cold because so many people wanted to witness the duel. The cliff was crowded from both sides of the pack, but it was clear how intimidating the number of the Black Haw and the Lester Pack was, compared to the population of the Midnight Pack.“There is a change in the rules!” an old man screamed at the top of his lungs and everyone was silenced as the curre
“I hope you are not angry with me Hunter…”“Angry?! You are making me insane, Cassandra! Didn’t I tell you—”I didn’t let him finish his words and kissed him fervently after he led me to his private room in his headquarters. I could feel his emotions all over his head and I needed him to calm down before I explained why Monica and I went to that place.Gently, I pulled from him as soon as his breathing started to slow down and he looked at me with worry but I saw in his eyes that he was also glad I was there, “I’m so sorry, love. I know I promised, but plans changed and Monica has been hysterical since Weston left her in the infirmary without even telling her where he would go. Why he is here, Hunter? Did you ask him to go with you?”Hunter held my hand and stared down my face, “No. I just noticed he was following me in the forest after I left the infirmary. He told me he didn’t feel safe in that place and he needed to be with me in this fight so I let him. I didn’t know he just left
When I came back to the hospital, I tried to distract my mind by helping the healers with the wounded. The healers were all pleased to have me in the infirmary and they told me my presence gave people hope because I was with them as their Luna but they were also worried because I was supposed to be in one of the bunkers for safety.“I rather help here than do nothing,” I said to the Head Healer, Dr. Heather, of the infirmary building and his face softened as he watched me organize the stacks of medical supplies needed for the badly wounded, “My husband—your Alpha is fighting out there and I just couldn’t sit in one place overthinking about what is happening. I have to do it.”“I understand, your Grace. And we are all happy to have you here with us. You symbolize hope for all the people in this building. That's why many of them believe that Midnight Pack will survive. They all believe in you and the Alpha.”My eyes glittered with tears, happy that the people loved and appreciated Hunte
“Hunter, please I want to go with you to the headquarters. I could be a good use to the healers stationed there.”As the four of us sneaked through the tunnels, It was too hard not to tell my husband that I never wanted to hide behind the thick metal doors of the underground bunkers. I knew his biggest priority for now was to keep me safe but I never wanted to just stay in one place and wait for whatever will happen. I wanted to fight alongside him. I wanted to stay and make sure he would survive this war for our pup…For our baby…He glanced down at me as if he was thinking too hard if he would consider it or not. But knowing him being overprotective, I already had an idea what he would say, “You know that is not an option, Cassandra. I need to make sure you are safe. It will be a huge advantage to Flavius if you get caught—”“I won’t let him,” I cut his words, but of course, I had no idea what I was saying because the adrenaline that pumped hard in my veins made my head a little clo
“Going to the surface would be too dangerous,” Hunter looked at the ceiling of the tunnel as the dripping sound of water echoed together with any soft sounds, including our whispers, so we all decided to stop arguing and think of a better plan on how we all could get out of this retching place that lept on making my stomach sick.Even Monica was not happy staying in the tunnel, but she had no choice. Weston was the number one target of the Lester Alpha, and she had to make sure her mate would not fall into the hands of the enemies.“How many did Flavius send to destroy the city and to hunt my mate?” Monica asked, as despair etched on her face, “I don’t think that old man would stop until Weston appears, and I am scared, Miss Clark. I am scared of what they might do to him!”“He f*cking killed an Alpha’s daughter, Monica. What do you expect? Just let Weston roam in this land without getting revenge for his only daughter and his only heir?” despite the ugly words, Hunter’s voice was cal
I watched how Hunter moved a lightning speed as he rushed towards Quintus who was shocked at his sudden attack the traitor flew down the cliff with his eyes fixed on Hunter, as if taunting my husband about how he killed Treyton in front of us.Then it was followed by a sickening thud as Quintus’ body perforated by the sharp pointed rocks, six hundred meters below where the violent waves of the ocean washed him away.[Hunter your brother—-]Hunter’s shoulders drooped in grief as he looked down the cliff. He stayed there for minutes until he moved and started to walk towards me.[He’s gone, Cassandra. There is no way he would survive that fall. We have to go back.] He uttered in a flat tone and I knew he only behaved like that when he tried to mask that intense grief he felt, just like when Sir Brochan died.[His body is not on the rocks, Hunter! Maybe he managed to survive!] I cried to him but he just gave me one angry look, his eyes crimson red as the MIdnight City burned brightly beh
“You know the last thing I ever wanted is to hurt you, Cassy.”There was agony on Treyton’s face as he looked at me, and then I remembered that little, helpless boy I met in the Albrecht dungeon. The very first time I saw him.Tears rolled down my cheeks. It hurts to see him so confused with himself. I cared so much for Treyton. I understood his pain. I wanted to help him. I really do! But it was so frustrating that I had no idea how to. I had no idea how to make that pain he embraced for so many years go away.“You know I can’t give you what you want, Treyton. I am so sorry that fate was not kind to you but I want you to know that I am happy I met you. You are right,” I sniffed and then chuckled trying to look at the bright side of everything, and that surprised Treyton when he saw the smile on my face, even in the middle of chaos happening in the Midnight pack.Even in the face of death.“You are right that none of us deserve to suffer that kind of pain—inflicted by the people we ex
“Domitian, you have to let me go! We have to make sure Monica is safe! We have to hurry maybe we still have time to capture Weston in Monica’s apartment!”Of course, I had no intention of giving Weston to them but it was the only way I could convince Domitian to release me from the anti-werewolf transformation cuff. If what the soldier said was right, then Weston had a plan to flee with Monica out of this continent, away from Hunter and Flavius. But I was not sure if it was the best for Monica knowing that Weston was not in his best thinking. Could he hurt Monica? The depth of their bond was not completely broken by whatever spell Treyton did to them. Maybe that was proof, enough for me to believe that he could take care of Monica.But Geneva… I can’t believe she was already gone just because of what her father did to her. I felt bad for her because I knew she wasn’t a completely evil she-wolf like her Dad. Yet again, she became another victim of power-hungry people who were willing t