Maya, a black-haired, black-eyed wolf, has been ostracized by her pack, mistaken for a witch due to her unusual appearance. She perseveres, longing for freedom and true love. Her supposed true love betrays her with her despised sister. Her parents, indifferent to her plight, force her to participate in the Wolf King's bride selection, a death sentence in her eyes. Disillusioned, Maya escapes to a chaotic bar, where she saves an Alpha under the influence of an aphrodisiac. This Alpha, unbeknownst to her, is her mate. They spend a passionate night together, but Maya, determined to sever ties with the wolf community, flees before he wakes. She builds a life in human society and gives birth to triplet Alpha pups. Just as she settles into a peaceful life, a call from her past shatters her illusion. She must return to the wolf pack with her children and face an uncertain fate. How will the story unfold? How will Maya confront the Wolf King's wrath, especially after secretly bearing his children? Will the pack accept her as their queen despite her witch-like appearance?
View MoreMaya's consciousness returns slowly, like wading through thick molasses. Her head pounds with a dull, insistent ache that makes even the soft morning light filtering through her curtains feel like needles in her eyes. She groans, trying to piece together fragments of memory through the fog of sedation.Then it hits her - flashes of desperate screaming, of fighting against strong hands holding her back, of threatening to throw herself from windows if they didn't let her find her sons. The memories crash over her like ice water.Flashback"Let me out!" Maya's voice is hoarse from hours of screaming, her fists pounding against the locked door until her knuckles bleed. "I'll kill myself if you don't let me find them! Do you hear me?"Mrs. Henderson's voice comes through the wood, trembling but firm. "Please, Miss Maya, think of Miss Rose. She needs her mother.""Then let me go!" Maya turns, wild-eyed, scanning the room for options. The window catches her attention - three stories up
Chapter: RunJackson moves quickly, pulling on his clothes and grabbing his coat. His mind races with possibilities, none of them good. His grandmother has always been ruthlessly traditional, obsessed with maintaining the purity of the carter bloodline. The boys - his sons - would be seen as both a threat and an opportunity in her eyes.Bursting through the hotel's exit doors, Jackson finds Marcus already waiting with the car."Sir, the airport-" David begins."Check the weather reports," Jackson snaps, already sliding into the back seat.Marcus' face is grim as he consults his tablet. "All flights are grounded, sir. The storm system is moving back in. They're saying it could be hours before-"Jackson doesn't wait to hear the rest. He's already out of the car, striding toward the tree line that borders the hotel property. His wolf is clawing at the surface, demanding release."Sir?" His beta calls after him. "What should I tell-""Handle it," Jackson growls, his voice already deep
The abandoned warehouse looms against the stormy sky, its rusted metal walls groaning under the increasing wind. Jackson stands at the entrance, his expensive suit a stark contrast to the decrepit surroundings. Behind him, Marcus shifts nervously."Sir, this could be a trap," Marcus whispers, his hand resting on his concealed weapon.Jackson's face remains impassive, though his nostrils flare slightly as he scents the air. "Twenty-three wolves inside. Heavily armed." His voice is cold and calculated. "Keep the perimeter secured."Inside, the warehouse is a maze of shadows and rusted machinery. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, creating an irregular rhythm that sets Jackson's teeth on edge. Industrial lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow that does little to dispel the gloom.The rouge alpha's pack members line the catwalks above, their faces hidden behind identical black masks. They're positioned strategically, hands resting on visible weapons. A show of forc
Cold silence spread throughout the mansion. Panic and worry engulfed the eyes of the maids and guards, this was all far too crazy to digest, to think that it all happened just like that in a single snap of the finger, Maya had lost her boys.No! They weren’t lost, they were stolen from her.A familiar silent footstep carefully approaches her from behind as she sobs on the floor.“Madam,” Mrs. Page called harshly as if intending to snap her off her daydreaming; she certainly was not giving a damn about reading the room. All heads turn, and a small gasp escapes the lips of the concerned maids, but Maya remains unchanged. Her head lowered with Rose wrapped tightly in her arms as though she had gone mad. If someone were to tell her that she would be in a worse fate than she was years ago, she’d laugh it off, but now here she was, weeping for her children.Of course, Mrs Page did not take it too well that she was being ignored.“Would everyone stop staring like you had just watched an op
Later, after tucking the exhausted children into bed, Maya retreats to her room, her hands shaking as she pulls out the hidden phone. She dials Yuri's number, pressing the device so hard against her ear that it hurts. Each unanswered ring sends a fresh wave of panic through her body. One call. Two calls. Five calls. Ten calls."The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone...""Yuri," she whispers into the phone, her voice cracking. "Please, please pick up. Something's wrong. The children... they're so scared, and Jackson... I need you. Please call me back." She ends the call and immediately dials again, her heart racing faster with each failed attempt.After what feels like hours of trying, Maya drops the phone onto her lap, running her hands through her hair in frustration. This isn't like Yuri at all. He's always been there, always answered her calls, even in the middle of the night. The silence from his end feels wrong, omin
She presses the phone into Maya's hands, her eyes constantly moving, watching for any sign of discovery. "Please be careful. If Master Jackson finds out...""He won't," Maya assures her, quickly tucking the phone into the pocket of her dress. "Thank you."The maid gives a short nod before slipping away, vanishing among the towering bookshelves as silently as she appeared. Maya waits a few moments, ensuring no one else is around, before hurrying from the library. Her feet carry her swiftly through the mansion's corridors.When she finally reaches her room, she closes the door behind her with trembling hands, turning the lock with an audible click. The phone feels like it's burning a hole in her pocket. She pulls it out, her fingers shaking as she powers it on and finds the single number stored in its memory.The phone rings three times before a familiar voice answers. "Maya?""Yuri," she breathes, tears suddenly springing to her eyes at the sound of her lover's voice. "Oh god, Yuri
Maya freezes in the act of smoothing Eli's blanket. "Had?""I killed him."The words fall into the room like stones into a still pond, creating ripples of silence. Before Maya can process this revelation, let alone respond, Jackson is gone, the door clicking shut behind him with quiet finality.***For several long moments, Maya stands rooted to the spot, her mind spinning with this new information. Then, without quite deciding to do so, she finds herself moving toward the door. She needs answers and needs to understand what could have led to such a terrible confession.The hallway is empty when she steps out, but she can hear movement from somewhere below. Following the sounds, she nearly collides with Mrs. Henderson coming around a corner."Maam! You should be resting," the older woman says, though her usual stern demeanor seems somewhat forced."I need to speak with Jackson, Carmen," Maya says, trying to step around her.Carmens face closes off immediately. "I'm afraid Mr. Cart
The room falls into a charged silence as Maya and Jackson stare at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words.Maya can feel the bond humming beneath her skin, more insistent than usual, making her acutely aware of his presence.Jackson's eyes, those impossibly bright eyes that seem to hold centuries of secrets, don't waver from her face."Story time! Story time!" Aiden's voice breaks through the tension, followed quickly by his siblings' eager chants."We want the dragon story!""No, the fairy one!" Rose protests, her small face scrunching up in annoyance."Pirates!" Eli contributes, bouncing on his bed with enough force to make the expensive wooden frame creak.Maya clears her throat and looks away from Jackson, grateful for the interruption. "All right, all right," she says, trying to hide how flustere
The sight before Maya is nothing short of extraordinary.The normally immaculate Jackson Carter, the terror of the supernatural world and embodiment of cold authority, is on his hands and knees in what appears to be a desperate pursuit of three very naked, very gleeful seven-year-olds.His expensive suit jacket lies discarded on a chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usually perfect hair falls across his forehead in disarray."Aiden," he calls out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of exhaustion as he reaches for the closest child, who giggles and darts away with supernatural speed. "Please, just put on your pajamas.""Can't catch me!" Aiden sing-songs, zooming past the alpha with a flash of bare skin and a mischievous grin.Jackson's head drops forward in defeat for a moment before he turns his attention to his daughter. "Rose
Today was unique, and everyone knew it. It isn't every day that the packhouse gets lavishly decorated, and the excitement lingering in the air was only for one reason—for one person. It was Ayra’s birthday—her sister's highly anticipated eighteenth birthday. Maya watched from the corners, her presence nearly invisible if it wasn't for the occasional glance her way, which was filled with disdain. It was roughly hilarious how the expression would die on their faces, only for them to scrunch up in disgust. It wasn't surprising, anyway. Maya was used to it. However, it didn't mean that it hurt any less. Even as the first daughter to her parents, no, alpha and Luna – she wasn't allowed to refer to them by any other title — they favoured her younger sister over her. All of that was because she was born with a strange mark and had the usual appearance of her pack members.Unlike her sister, who was considered a stunning beauty with her brown and blue hair inherited from her mother, Maya lo...
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