Meg The witch told me I should dive deeper into my memories and see what unsettled me so deeply that I pushed everyone away. How did my parents die, she had queried. Are they dead or is it just what I had been told? Where are my siblings and what about my extended family? Did I remember anyone else? Were they part of my pack? Yes, the witch knew of our existence. Jax’s mother said she had no idea how I came to the pack. She only knew me from the Omega house and only when I started school, she’d confessed sheepishly. Yeah, no wolf in their correct minds really hung around the omega house. And those who were there were there for a good reason and not to play or be friendly. Nobody paid attention to the child who fell over and cried, her knees scraped and bleeding. They did look but then they turned away, ignoring me. Not even coming to my aid when I screamed louder wondering in my tiny innocent mind, why wasn’t anybody coming to kiss my wound, like I’d seen other grown-ups do to other
Soren's POV The gates of heaven must be open...did I finally die? Kind of figured the underground would have been my final place, but I think I saw an angel just walk by... “Meg,” I call out to her and it’s a long echoing sound. Oh, it’s a dream. My wolf is dreaming of her. I smile widely for a few seconds- or minutes. One could never tell time in dreams. Why is my wolf dreaming of my girl and not his? I snarl. It feels so real, I could stay here forever. Logan is talking to her, my Meg...so real ... my heavy eyelids try to open but I am so drunk, I can barely move. My head is swimming and I am nauseous- I know it’s because I barely eat. In a few hours, I’ll be okay, my werewolf gene would save me from most of the hangover... I’ll eat when I wake up, I vow. Hours later, my eyes open- ugh, another day again. My phone ringing is what did the trick today. “What?” I answer remaining on my rumpled bed when I hear the beta say something abou
Alpha Soren The world around me fades away and I only see her. It’s as if time slowed for us to admire each other. But my mind denies it- this cannot be Meg, she’s- dead! This is my eyes playing tricks on me because I am grieving and hung up on Meg. It’s my guilt doing this because she has the same name as my mate and maybe the same hair- Electrifying tingles hit me from all directions more intensely than seconds ago. It radiates from every fibre of my being to every extremity. I feel primal on an instinctual level. My heart races, not from fear or excitement but from a profound recognition that this woman is meant for me. My pulses screamed out to her but my throat went dry. No, her hair is different than Meg’s. Thicker, richer looking, shiny and blacker. Shorter. She smells different too. Meg smells like mangoes- her scent invades my senses but the newcomer scoffs. It’s the most beautiful sound I have heard in the longest time. Logan smirks. His tail wagging.
Meg “Meg! What are you doing?” Jax shouts from behind me just as the alpha covers my mouth with his hand, his eyes wide with shock while mine glowered. I bite into the soft flesh, yanking myself away from him when he yelps and pulls his hand back. “Rejecting him properly,” I quiver out, surprised by my own reluctance now. Something in me is elated he prevented it. But I let out, “I don’t care if he dies. I didn't care if the pack was taken over by rogues either.” Will had told us, that the alpha had been preoccupied with the attack of what they think might be rogues. He’d said it for my benefit because Jax already knew. It’s Blue. I turn myself around to Jax. He wears a worried furrow as he stands almost to the door, ready to bolt next to Will whose jaw is slack. I do not understand why he wants me to forgive the man that broke my heart. All for the sake of the pack? The pack that hated me? Red is growling inside me- something she has never done.
Meg Holding Mackenzie’s small hand loosely as we approached the Omega House. Watching through new eyes, it seemed old yet a well-maintained building. It had been years since I had last set foot here, and though I had risen above my omega status, the memories remained etched in my heart. This place had been my sort of sanctuary, the one stable element in a world that often felt tumultuous and unforgiving. Mackenzie tugged on my hand, her bright eyes wide with curiosity. "Are your friends, really here mummy?" Her tone reflected her near disbelief that her mother could have those. I never knew she was smart enough to think this way. True, While I did settle in well to my new settings- the only world my daughter has ever known, I didn’t make friends in the way she suggested. As in friends I hung out with. Sure, I had people I was friendly with but to go out with and have come over- no. Jax was the only one I hung out in such a way with. I smiled down at her daughter, brushing a stra
Alpha SorenStanding on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the valley below, I still feel as if I cannot breathe. The wind whipped through my dark hair, and my sharp, amber eyes scanned the horizon. Despite the strength and authority, I projected, an unease settled deep within me since I saw Megan last. Sure, I had rejected Meg, convinced she was nothing more than an omega- not the mate bond. And that mistake has haunted me every day since. And yesterday- I gulp- she'd tried to break the bond. She’s been unaware of it before... If I hadn’t been there, she would have done it. That burned into my soul. If my mate knew the proper way to reject me, she would have gone through with it... “Soren,” a gruff voice called out from behind him. Once again Will had to search for him because he’d turned off both his wolf and phone. At forty-five, Will had seen his fair share of battles and leadership changes, and his wisdom was invaluable to me even though he irritated me with his nagging. I mean,
Alpha Soren I took a deep breath and attempted to approach her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Meg,” I began, my voice softer than usual. But my feet seem stuck to the ground. “Soren,” she replied coolly, crossing her arms over her chest, while my head and heart swam with the sound of my name rolling off her tongue. She stood tall, her posture radiating strength and confidence. “What do you want?” “I want to talk,” I said it frowning, my tone earnest. “I want to... make things right between us.” Her face is covered in perspiration and dirt. Her clothing as well- joggers and a matching black yoga crop top thing with the sides exposed but she is wearing a tighter fitted top beneath- like what I see girls wearing in gyms. Her hair is messy as well and she is pulling off her scrunchie while she raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “And how do you propose to do that?” She pulls her hair loose, by raking her fingers through them. God, I want to sink my face in the thing. I sm
Alpha Soren The White Mountain pack’s territory was in turmoil. And only getting worse. A human mutilated body just before the bridge this morning. As if the brutal murders had not already shaken the pack to its core, the body of the human- mutilated along the borders would now be cause for the humans to become involved. Sure enough, by nine in the morning, the local sheriff had two patrol cars inside their pack’s property. Soren hated that. The authorities always had stupid questions to ask and sometimes when they did not have enough time to ‘clean up’, even stupider questions were asked; “Why is that looking like blood on the floor?” “Cuz you’re on a farm, sir? And we slaughter animals here?” Will would handle them outside. Indoors, I fume. Our once-peaceful forest now felt ominous, with shadows lurking behind every tree. Fear was a palpable force, spreading through the pack like wildfire. And as the leader, I was at the centre of it all. Everyone looked to me to solve it. M