PiperThe guards lift Leona's limp body like she weighs nothing, hauling her out of the training ground as the rest of the class stands in stunned silence. My knuckles still tingle, and I keep staring at my hands like they belong to someone else.How? How did I do that?For the rest of the class, I’m left standing alone. Nobody wants to partner with me now. Every time I glance around, I catch people whispering or quickly averting their gazes. It's ridiculous. Me? Scary?Coach Morgan claps her hands, snapping everyone’s attention back to her. “Listen up. Starting next class, you’ll need to earn points. These points will go toward your overall score in the competition.”The collective groan is immediate. I can’t blame them. As much as I respect Morgan, she’s already made it clear that ‘fun’ is code for hell. “Dismissed!” Morgan announces, and the crowd starts dispersing. My legs feel like lead as I follow them, the day's events playing over and over in my mind.Before I can make it far
Serena steps forward, her commanding voice drawing everyone's attention. “We have a new candidate in our midst,” she announces, gesturing to Zoe, who stands by her side with an effortless confidence, a smirk playing on her lips.My heart swells seeing her here, but the murmurs that erupt from the girls quickly sour the moment.“But she’s marked,” one of them points out, jabbing a finger toward the mark on Zoe’s neck.Zoe shrugs nonchalantly, brushing a hand over the mark as if it’s nothing, her smirk never faltering.The room buzzes with whispers, snide comments floating through the air. “How shameless,” someone mutters. “Is she really that power-hungry to leave her mate and come here?”Serena doesn’t miss a beat. Her voice cuts through the noise, sharp and unyielding. “Yes, she’s marked. But she rejected her mate because she wants to be with Alpha Elijah. She’s willing to fight for him. Here, we don’t discriminate against women who choose their own path.”I can’t help it—a chuckle es
One week later.The room is already heavy with tension when Luna Serena walks in, her usual composed demeanour intact. Her piercing gaze sweeps over the thirty-one of us seated at the long wooden tables. Even Zoe sits quietly for once, though I can sense her restlessness.A faint smile tugs at Serena's lips. I know that look. Whatever she has planned for today, it’s going to test us.“Today’s class is going to be something different,” Serena announces calmly.A collective groan ripples through the room, followed by a few muttered complaints. Zoe, sitting beside me, leans over and whispers, “What the hell does different mean this time? Last time it meant climbing a rock wall blindfolded.”I shrug, stifling a laugh. “Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.”The door opens, and three guards walk in, each carrying a stack of… plastic dolls? My brows knit in confusion as they start handing them out, one to each of us. I frown as the guard places one in front of me. Its blank, lifeless
PiperMy doll is perched on the desk in front of me, her painted eyes staring blankly ahead. To my left, Zoe sits stiffly, her arms crossed and her expression guarded. On my right, Anna fidgets nervously, her hands twisting in her lap. The tension between them has been simmering all morning, and I feel awkward, trapped in the middle of whatever unspoken conflict is brewing.The sound of purposeful footsteps draws my attention. A tall man strides into the room, his movements brisk and commanding. He’s the first male coach we’ve had, and his name tag reads Coach Vance. He’s impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his sharp eyes scanning the room with an intensity that makes me sit up straighter.He drops a stack of papers onto his desk and clasps his hands together, his gaze sharp and assessing.“Ladies,” he begins, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge of authority, “today’s lesson is about strategy. And survival.”The room falls silent as he picks up a marker and writes two words on the
I clutch the edge of the table, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The dining hall feels too big, too cold, as the consequences of the absence of my doll loom over me like a storm cloud.“Have you seen it?” Zoe’s voice snaps me out of my frantic thoughts. She’s standing beside me now, her expression equal parts irritation and worry.I shake my head, biting my lip to keep my voice steady. “It was just here. It couldn’t have grown legs and walked away, right?”Zoe’s eyes narrow as she scans the place. “Where’s Anna?” she demands. “She was here when we left. Now she’s gone too.”I glance around but see no sign of her. “I don’t know,” I mutter, dread pooling in my stomach.“I bet that bitch took it,” Zoe sneers, her tone sharp with accusation.“Not now, Zoe!” I snap, my voice harsher than I intended. I’m too busy searching every corner of the room like a crazed animal to deal with her suspicions.Zoe scoffs but doesn’t argue. “Fine. Let’s find your stupid doll first. But don’t think I’m l
Piper Redding “Block your ex so he can’t call you.”Dr. Fletcher’s voice rings through the room, sharp and final, like the toll of a bell. I feel it deep in my chest. She sits at the head of the circle, her legs crossed in a way that suggests she’s used to taking control. Her pen taps against the edge of her notebook with a rhythmic precision that only adds to the weight of her words. Her eyes scan the room, pausing on each woman for just a moment too long, her gaze measuring, almost as if she can see straight through us.“December is when he’ll crawl back,” she continues, her voice calm, almost too calm. “Don’t let him ruin your holidays like he’s done before.”I stiffen in my chair, gripping my phone so tightly it feels like my fingers are starting to numb. The way she talks, like it's so simple, so clear—block him and move on. Her words are supposed to feel empowering, but they only tighten the knot in my chest because I can’t even bring myself to hit the button.I clutch my phone
Piper Redding His Leaning casually against my car, arms crossed, head tilted back like he owns the damn place. How did he find me? Of course—how could I forget that his uncle is a detective?My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, my feet refuse to move. Even in the dim light of the parking lot, he looks as maddeningly good as ever—broad shoulders, messy hair that somehow falls perfectly, and that stupid smirk that once made my knees weak.“Breathe,” I whisper to myself. My fingers curl tighter around the strap of my purse, and I force myself to keep walking. My heart pounds so loudly I swear he can hear it, but I steel my spine and lift my chin.“What the hell are you doing here?” I glare.He straightens up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watches me approach. “I came to see you,” he says, his voice smooth like he’s still the guy I used to know. Like nothing’s changed.““You’re not supposed to be here,” I snap. “I told you to stay out of my life.”“How can I not?”
Piper Redding The drive to my parents' house feels endless, the engine's steady hum failing to drown out the unease twisting in my stomach. When I finally pull up, the sprawling estate looms ahead, picture-perfect as always—a constant reminder of everything I’m not.I step onto the stone path, and before I even reach the heavy oak door, it swings open. Mom stands there, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.“You’re late,” she snaps, her voice as sharp as the chill in the evening air. “We’ve been waiting for twenty minutes.”“Sorry, traffic,” I mutter, brushing past her into the warmth of the house.Inside, my sister, Paige, is already at the dining table with Greg, her fiancé. She glances up, her perfectly styled blonde hair catching the light just right, as always.“Traffic?” she repeats with a smirk. “Or did that clunker of yours break down again? Poor thing couldn’t handle the speed limit. You really should upgrade, Piper.”I force a tight smile and head s
I clutch the edge of the table, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The dining hall feels too big, too cold, as the consequences of the absence of my doll loom over me like a storm cloud.“Have you seen it?” Zoe’s voice snaps me out of my frantic thoughts. She’s standing beside me now, her expression equal parts irritation and worry.I shake my head, biting my lip to keep my voice steady. “It was just here. It couldn’t have grown legs and walked away, right?”Zoe’s eyes narrow as she scans the place. “Where’s Anna?” she demands. “She was here when we left. Now she’s gone too.”I glance around but see no sign of her. “I don’t know,” I mutter, dread pooling in my stomach.“I bet that bitch took it,” Zoe sneers, her tone sharp with accusation.“Not now, Zoe!” I snap, my voice harsher than I intended. I’m too busy searching every corner of the room like a crazed animal to deal with her suspicions.Zoe scoffs but doesn’t argue. “Fine. Let’s find your stupid doll first. But don’t think I’m l
PiperMy doll is perched on the desk in front of me, her painted eyes staring blankly ahead. To my left, Zoe sits stiffly, her arms crossed and her expression guarded. On my right, Anna fidgets nervously, her hands twisting in her lap. The tension between them has been simmering all morning, and I feel awkward, trapped in the middle of whatever unspoken conflict is brewing.The sound of purposeful footsteps draws my attention. A tall man strides into the room, his movements brisk and commanding. He’s the first male coach we’ve had, and his name tag reads Coach Vance. He’s impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his sharp eyes scanning the room with an intensity that makes me sit up straighter.He drops a stack of papers onto his desk and clasps his hands together, his gaze sharp and assessing.“Ladies,” he begins, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge of authority, “today’s lesson is about strategy. And survival.”The room falls silent as he picks up a marker and writes two words on the
One week later.The room is already heavy with tension when Luna Serena walks in, her usual composed demeanour intact. Her piercing gaze sweeps over the thirty-one of us seated at the long wooden tables. Even Zoe sits quietly for once, though I can sense her restlessness.A faint smile tugs at Serena's lips. I know that look. Whatever she has planned for today, it’s going to test us.“Today’s class is going to be something different,” Serena announces calmly.A collective groan ripples through the room, followed by a few muttered complaints. Zoe, sitting beside me, leans over and whispers, “What the hell does different mean this time? Last time it meant climbing a rock wall blindfolded.”I shrug, stifling a laugh. “Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.”The door opens, and three guards walk in, each carrying a stack of… plastic dolls? My brows knit in confusion as they start handing them out, one to each of us. I frown as the guard places one in front of me. Its blank, lifeless
Serena steps forward, her commanding voice drawing everyone's attention. “We have a new candidate in our midst,” she announces, gesturing to Zoe, who stands by her side with an effortless confidence, a smirk playing on her lips.My heart swells seeing her here, but the murmurs that erupt from the girls quickly sour the moment.“But she’s marked,” one of them points out, jabbing a finger toward the mark on Zoe’s neck.Zoe shrugs nonchalantly, brushing a hand over the mark as if it’s nothing, her smirk never faltering.The room buzzes with whispers, snide comments floating through the air. “How shameless,” someone mutters. “Is she really that power-hungry to leave her mate and come here?”Serena doesn’t miss a beat. Her voice cuts through the noise, sharp and unyielding. “Yes, she’s marked. But she rejected her mate because she wants to be with Alpha Elijah. She’s willing to fight for him. Here, we don’t discriminate against women who choose their own path.”I can’t help it—a chuckle es
PiperThe guards lift Leona's limp body like she weighs nothing, hauling her out of the training ground as the rest of the class stands in stunned silence. My knuckles still tingle, and I keep staring at my hands like they belong to someone else.How? How did I do that?For the rest of the class, I’m left standing alone. Nobody wants to partner with me now. Every time I glance around, I catch people whispering or quickly averting their gazes. It's ridiculous. Me? Scary?Coach Morgan claps her hands, snapping everyone’s attention back to her. “Listen up. Starting next class, you’ll need to earn points. These points will go toward your overall score in the competition.”The collective groan is immediate. I can’t blame them. As much as I respect Morgan, she’s already made it clear that ‘fun’ is code for hell. “Dismissed!” Morgan announces, and the crowd starts dispersing. My legs feel like lead as I follow them, the day's events playing over and over in my mind.Before I can make it far
Piper The moment Serene says, "That's enough meditation for today," I practically bolt upright. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate to escape. Without looking at anyone, I rush out of the hall, ignoring the confused and judgemental stares trailing after me. My feet pound against the floor, my breath shallow as if I’m actually being pursued by that voice—the wolf’s voice.When I finally reach my room, I slam the door shut and lean against it, gasping for air. My chest heaves as I try to calm the storm inside me, but it’s no use. My mind is spinning, the voice still echoing: Hello there, Piper. I have been waiting for you.I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my palms to my temples as if I could block it out, but it’s no use. The voice feels like it’s burrowed into my skull, haunting and familiar in a way that makes my stomach churn.My gaze falls on the book Zoe gave me, sitting neatly on my bed. Its worn cover seems to mock me, daring me to pick it up. The im
PiperThe hall feels stifling, the sheer size of it doing nothing to calm my nerves. Everywhere I turn, there’s a woman stronger, taller, or more confident than me.I can’t stop shifting from one foot to the other, the name tag pinned to my chest feeling more like a mark of humiliation than identification. Piper, it reads in bold, cursive letters.Around me, twenty-nine other women chatter, stretch, and eye the weight racks like predators circling their prey.I glance at the weights and suppress a nervous laugh. Those monstrous hunks of iron look like they could crush a car. What am I doing here? Competing for Elijah’s heart feels ridiculous—like some twisted reality show gone horribly wrong. I bet he feels like a damn celebrity right now. Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar."Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping
The moment I stepped into my world, there has been no peace, no reprieve, just one disaster after another—an endless parade of problems I didn't ask for. It's fucking suffocating.I can’t help but wonder if I made a mistake. Maybe I should’ve stayed in the human world a little longer, kept Piper close until she was ready to be marked and mated. At least then, I wouldn’t be drowning in this endless nonsense.Damn the curse.My hands clench into fists as I think of my mate. Piper has been unconscious for two weeks. Her human body wasn’t built for the strain of our world. She’s been drained, vulnerable. And then Serena—my manipulative stepmother—had her moved to the Luna Court without my permission. It’s not far, but it’s not close enough either. I know her motives. Revenge.Serena has been waiting for this opportunity ever since I imprisoned her son, Nicholas, for treason. She hated me long before, but that act sealed her animosity. Now, she’s exploiting the one thing she knows I’d burn
Piper Facing everyone back in the dining room had drained every ounce of my energy. The stares, the whispers, the outright mockery—it clung to me like a second skin. I barely register Luna Serena’s voice as she stops in front of a door.“This will be your room for the duration of your stay. I hope it suits your taste.”I don’t respond, too mentally and physically exhausted to muster even a polite nod. Instead, I push the door open and walk inside, unintentionally letting it slam shut in her face.The moment I see the neatly made bed, I sigh and collapse onto it, my body sinking into the soft mattress. I don’t even bother to admire the room or take in the details. My eyes catch on the wardrobe, though, and I spot normal human clothes neatly folded inside. A faint smile tugs at my lips. At least something here makes sense.I can’t remember when I closed my eyes, but I must’ve fallen asleep instantly because the next thing I hear is the shrill ring of a bell.“Time for your morning run,