It was Merlin, her fiance and the strongest warrior in her pack. With her status as an outcast, one would think that she wouldn't have someone by her side, but not Merlin. He was not like the others. He treated her well when others treated her like shit. He was the only good thing that happened to her.
Maya's heart fluttered at the mere mention of his name, if only he knew what he meant to her, but now things were about to change and it wasn't like it was changing for the best.
After hearing her parents' intentions, Maya plans to confess her feelings to Merlin tonight, it was the question of now or never and she chose now, better to get things over with than to continue with such treatment which made her skin crawl as she trembled while recalling those very dark moments of her life. She was done staying and enduring her parents' maltreatment already, and it wouldn't be a bad idea if they settled down and started a family. The thought of it brought Maya a smile.
What was he going to say? Would it work?
So many thoughts ran through her head at the moment and all she could do was giggle like the child she was, her stomach swarming with butterflies. Everything had to be perfect for this perfect moment, and now, not even her family could get in the way of her happiness.
As a warrior, Merlin was in charge of protecting and ensuring the pack borders were protected. Hence, it wasn't surprising he was late to the party. Someone else must have taken over his shift for him to be here. Excited, Maya lifted her hand to wake him over, but her expression died. Merlin grabbed her sister Arya by the hand and headed to god knows where.
Call it a hunch, but Maya sensed something was wrong and followed them.
The more she trailed them the more terrible thoughts crossed her mind, she didn't like the eerie feelings she had but she knew better to brush it all aside at a time like this, at the very least, she had to put everything in place as well as make the final decision that could change her life forever.
Maya has faced many difficulties, but nothing prepared her for the shock of walking into that room and catching her sister and fiance making out quite intensely if he could add. Her stomach churned, and it was good that she had no food yet because it would have been all over the floor. Her ears rang, and it felt like she might faint anytime soon.
Merlin was the first person to see her, and he looked so shocked that he jumped and broke away from the kiss.
“Maya,” he breathed, “what are you doing here?”
“What am I doing to you? Really? What am I doing here?! I just caught you and my sister making out, and you dare ask me such a question?!”
He swallowed, “Listen, I can explain –”
“There is nothing to explain,” Ayra said, stepping forward.
“Ayra,” Maya looked at her sister with a pained look,” how could you do this to me? I trusted you!”
“ Merlin is my mate!”
“What?” the blood drained from allsons face.
“You heard me right, sister; Merlin is my mate.”
Maya’s mouth fell open, and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, that's not true.” She looked towards Merlin, but he wouldn't look at her, confirming her fears. “No, please, don't…” The tears fell now. This had to be a nightmare.
“Moreover,” continued, “even if he wants, what makes you think you deserve Merlin.”
“W-what?”
Ayra sneered, “Even before the mate bond began, Merlin has always had feelings for me. The only reason he courted you was to get close to you. I guess it was fate, after all. Moreover, you should look in the mirror; what werewolf in his right mind would want you with that terrible look!”
For a moment, Maya felt like an explosion had gone in her head, and it took her time to digest all of this. But one thing stuck in her: Merlin had been using her all this while.
“You were never in love,” Maya muttered, her voice hollow, distraught.
The girl could not deny it, but neither could she accept it, although she wasn't the best of sister, she couldn't deny her feelings at this moment, technically, this wasn't cheating as well.
“Wake up, sister,” Ayra said, “ no man in his right mind would be in love with a monster like you.”
And Maya snapped.
Maya transformed into her black wolf form in a twinkle of an eye, determined to tear them apart. She wanted them to feel the pain and anger coursing through her right now.
But before Maya could move, a voice thundered, “Shift!”
It was the alpha, her father.
Maya felt the authority wash over her, and she had no choice but to obey the alpha's command. In a twinkle of an eye, she was on the floor, naked and humiliated.
“What do you think you're doing?!” It was Luna screaming this time. “Were you just about to attack your sister?!” she raged.
As if on cue, Ayra started crying and ran into her mother's arms, and she embraced her. The sight of it all increased the pain in her heart.
“Dress up. We need to talk.” That was the only command Alpha gave to her, and she left.
The tears threatened to fall, but Maya pushed them back. She would not show her weakness in front of them.
Moments later, Maya stood in her parents' room. Ayra and Merlin—who would not meet her eyes—were there for the conversation that was bound to occur.
The alpha said, “I don't have time for long talks, Maya; I have guests to return to at the party. Now listen to me; your sister and merkin are mates, and you would respect and bless their bond.”
“I would —”
“you would not talk while I speak!” the alpha barked, instantly silencing them.
“Secondly, you would participate in the wolf king’s bride selection.”
Bam!
Maya's ears rang.
“No.” she croaked.
“No?” The alpha couldn't believe her response.
This dog wagging its tail between its legs suddenly had a boldness he did not expect.
As he stared at her, he began to wonder what happened to the shy, useless, and timid trump card that he had known and thought to himself that perhaps he had been quite lenient on her.
His eyes filled with rage could hardly compose a smile as he scoffed severally, this was bound to piss him off one way or another and this was certainly way past his limit.
Watching the girl speak her mind while he held back his anger, not wanting to hurt her pretty little face was taking a toll on him, and she failed to realize that.
“That would be over my dead body!” Maya spa and run out.
Unknown to her that the man, who she c
ould hardly call her father, was going to have his way, with or without her permission.
Maya could not sleep. After that confrontation with her parents last night, she half expected the alpha to storm into her room and force her into submission. But nothing of that nature occurred. If anything, the party continued through the night as if she didn't matter. As if she didn't just find her fiance cheating on her with her sister. But could she call it cheating? He was, after all, her sister's mate. Not hers.The mate bond was sacred, and it was considered an abomination to come between them. Even if she wanted to, Maya couldn't stop Ayra and Merlin from loving each other. But it was the betrayal that Maya couldn't forgive. To think that Merlin had been using her all this while pained her the most. And now, she had to participate in the wolf king's bride selection? The universe must be against her. Everyone knew the wolf king. He was the strongest of their kind, hence his title and the admiration. However, he was as cruel as he was handsome. He is a capricious tyrant who ho
A furious snarl tore from Jackson's throat when he woke to discover his mate was gone and the money in his wallet was missing. No, this was not possible! It can't be possible! He can't get his mate, and he only loses her quickly. His beta and second in command, Gideon, must have sensed his distress through the link between them because he rushed into the room the next second with his weapons raised, thinking his alpha was in trouble. But all they met was the sight of his alpha pacing across the room, enraged. As soon as he entered, Alpha Jackson's head whipped in Gideon's direction, and he stormed over to him, demanding, “Where is she? Where did she go?”“Who is she? Who are you talking about, alpha?”“The female that I was with last night! My mate! Did you see my mate?!”“Your mate?!” Gideon's eyes widen in shock, unable to believe what he just heard. “Stop repeating after me like a fool, Carl, and give me answers!” Alpha King retorted, frustrated. Gideon shook his head, saying,
Maya wipes down the counter of the small town bar, her mind drifting to the slower pace of life she's grown accustomed to. It's a far cry from the pack she left behind, but she's found solace in the friendly faces and quiet rhythms of this quaint little place. She's been here for two months now, and as she pours a drink for a regular, she feels a sense of belonging wash over her.The door chimes as a group of rowdy men stumble in, their laughter and slurred words a stark contrast to the peaceful atmosphere Maya has grown to love. She steels herself, ready to deal with the usual antics of the local drunkards. She plasters on a friendly smile as the men approach the bar."What can I get you fellas?" she asks in a pleasant tone, her eyes scanning the group.One of the men, his eyes already glassy from too many drinks, leers at Maya. "How about a round of whiskey for me and my buddies here?" he slurs, his gaze lingering on her body.Maya's smile falters for a moment, but she recovers qu
After a while, the hospital room feels suffocating. The beeping machines, the constant bustle of nurses, the sterile smell – it all amplifies the chaos in her mind. She needs to get out. She needs to be alone, so she checks herself out and heads home.Back in her small apartment, Maya sinks onto the couch, her mind racing. She stares blankly at the wall, the news swirling in her head. Triplets. She presses her hands to her stomach, feeling a mix of nausea and protectiveness.“I’m not ready for this,” she whispers to herself, tears spilling down her cheeks for the second time tonight. “How am I supposed to raise three children by myself?”The thought of parenting alone sends her spiraling. .She paces the small space, anxiety clawing at her. What if she’s not cut out for this? What if she fails them?It's all too much for her.The next day she returns to the hospital, where the doctor gives her more details about her pregnancy and what she should expect as well as the result
The car ride home is filled with a heavy silence, the weight of the day's events hanging over them like a dark cloud. Maya glances in the rearview mirror, her heart breaking at the sight of her children's somber expressions."I'm so sorry, my darlings," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "I never wanted you to have to deal with something like this."Aiden reaches out, his small hand grasping hers. "It's not your fault, Mama. That boy was being really mean, and we couldn't just let him-"Maya squeezes his hand, offering him a weak smile. "I know, sweetheart. And I'm proud of you for standing up for your sister. But you know violence isn't the answer, no matter how justified it may feel."Eli nods solemnly, his brow furrowed. "We know, Mama. We just... we couldn't let him say those things about you. It made us so angry."Rose sniffles, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I didn't mean to cry, Mama. I tried to be strong, but it hurt so much."Maya reaches back, gently caressi
Maya watches the scene with a fond smile, remembering how Lily had quite literally burst into her life a few years ago. The triplets had just turned one, and Maya had been feeling overwhelmed, struggling to adjust to the demands of motherhood. She had been sitting alone in the park, her head in her hands, when Lily had practically stumbled upon her."Goodness, you look like you could use a friend!" Lily had exclaimed, her voice carrying across the otherwise quiet space. Without so much as a by-your-leave, she had plopped down beside Maya, introducing herself with a warm smile and offering an ear to listen.In the years since, Lily has become a constant presence in Maya's life, a whirlwind of support and companionship. The triplets adore her, and Maya finds herself grateful for the eccentric woman's unwavering presence.“My darlings!” Lily exclaims, bringing maya back to the present, her voice booming with infectious energy. She's standing straight again, her hand on her hip as she s
“Maya!” one of them calls, his voice cutting through the chatter of the market. “We need to talk!”“Run,” Maya whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. She grabs the triplets’ hands, her mind racing. “We have to go. Now!”“Mama, why?” Eli protests, not sensing the urgency in her tone.“Just trust me, Now move!” she urges, her heart pounding as she scans for an escape route. The pack is closing in, and she can feel the weight of their gaze on her back.They bolt through the market, weaving between startled shoppers. Maya’s instincts kick in, guiding her toward a narrow alleyway. “Quick!” she urges, pushing the triplets ahead of her.As they duck into the alley, Maya presses her back against the wall, trying to catch her breath. The sounds of the market fade, replaced by the echo of her own heartbeat. “Mama, what’s happening?” Aiden asks, his voice trembling.Maya crouches in front of them, her eyes softening despite the fear clawing at her throat. “My darlings, I need you to li
The car is silent for a few minutes, an oppressive weight hanging in the air. Maya bites her lip, the taste of salt mingling with the remnants of her sweat.Images of her three children flood her mind: Eli, Aiden, and Rose, their small faces twisted with fear, their little bodies trembling as they clutch one another. She swallows shakily, the lump in her throat refusing to budge. Finally, she turns to Jackson, her heart racing.“What about the kids?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The words feel like needles piercing her throat as she stumbles over them, fear clawing at her insides. Jackson’s expression remains unreadable, a mask of indifference that chills her to the bone.Jackson glances at her, his eyes sharp and cold. “What about them?” he replies, his tone devoid of empathy. The question hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. Maya’s heart sinks deeper into despair, the terror for her children growing like a shadow in the back of her mind.“Are they—are they okay?
The study remains silent, thick with emotions. Maya stands in the centre of the room, the golf club resting against her shoulder like a battle-worn sword. The air is sharp with the scent of sweat and fear, broken only by the ragged breathing of the two tutors groaning on the floor. The triplets remain seated at their desks but slowly inch towards each other in the aftermath, seeming to derive comfort from each other. The sight of it ignites something primal in Maya’s chest. Then— The door creaks open. The sound is almost hesitant as if whoever is entering already senses something is wrong. Maya turns slowly, her grip tightening on the club. The tall third tutor steps inside, tall and wiry with a neatly pressed suit and round spectacles. His brow furrows at the eerie stillness of the room. Then his gaze sweeps over the scene— The toppled chairs. The tutors sprawled on the floor, clutching their injuries. The triplets were eerily composed. And finally— Maya. Hi
Jackson drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against the car door. His gaze flickers toward Maya every few seconds, but she remains eerily silent, her posture stiff, her expression unreadable. That alone is enough to put him on edge. He’s used to Maya being many things—angry, defiant, impulsive. But this? This composed stillness? It’s unsettling. She stares straight ahead, her fingers lightly tapping against her knee in a slow, methodical rhythm. It’s not a nervous tic—it’s calculated, almost as if she’s counting the seconds. Jackson exhales through his nose. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?” Maya doesn’t respond. His grip on the wheel tightens slightly. “You storm into my office like you own the place, demand that I follow you, and now you won’t even tell me why?” Nothing. Jackson’s jaw tics. “You’re being dramatic.” Maya finally shifts, just slightly, but her eyes remain focused on the road. “You’ll see soon enough.” Her voice is
Maya returns to the manor, bracing herself for another painful encounter with her sons. But what she doesn’t expect— Is to find them diligently attending class.Maya lingers outside the study where they are, pressing her ear to the door. The children’s voices are faint—too faint. She inhales, schooling her expression before stepping inside. The triplets sit at a long wooden table, their hands folded neatly atop their desks. Three tutors stand at the front of the room, their presence suffocating in its rigid formality. Maya barely suppresses a scowl. She doesn’t trust them. But she needs proof before she can get rid of them.Jackson won't listen if she doesn't have it and she knows mentioning her visit to his grandmother would just lead to more tension.She steps forward, folding her arms. “I’d like to sit in on the lesson.” One of the tutors, a woman with sharp cheekbones and sleek black hair, turns. “That won’t be necessary.” Maya stiffens. “Excuse me?” “The ch
Two days pass. And nothing changes. The boys remain distant, their eyes dull and their words clipped. They only speak when spoken to. They only interact with her at meal times, and even then, they keep their answers short. Rose is torn. She clings to Maya whenever she can, seeking comfort, but she also keeps looking at her brothers—unsure whether to follow their lead or stay by her mother’s side. Maya tries. She really tries.She sits with them at breakfast and attempts to engage them in conversation. Nothing. She invites them to play, to read, to go outside. Nothing. She even bakes their favorite cookies—warm, gooey chocolate chip, the ones they always fight over. They eat them in silence. No smiles. No laughter. No, ‘Mama, can I have more?’ Maya breaks. The third night, after another failed attempt to reach them, she snaps. “Enough,” she says, slamming her hands onto the dinner table. The triplets flinch. Maya’s voice trembles. “I don’t care what’s
Maya had stopped struggling against Jackson's grip long ago, resigning herself to the humiliation of being slung over his broad shoulder like a sack of rice. The rhythmic sway of his strides does nothing to ease her seething anger. Her arms are tightly crossed, her nails digging into her skin as she glared daggers at the back of his head. She’d already tried pounding against his back, wiggling like a fish out of water, and even whispering threats in his ear—all to no avail. The man was a walking fortress, unshaken by her tantrum. Her blood boils as they near the sleek black car waiting for them. The moment he sets her down on the pavement, she wrenches herself from his hold, her feet hitting the ground with force. Maya huffs in exasperation, flipping her messy hair over her shoulder as she shoots him a look of pure venom. “You are insufferable,” she spits, stomping toward the car before he could drag her again. Jackson says nothing, merely opens the door and gestures for h
Suddenly, jacksons brow furrows as his phone rings, looking away from the woman to pull out the device and pick up the call.Maya barely hears him. Her mind is still trapped in the echo of the grandmother’s words, malicious glee laced into every syllable, wrapping around her like thorns. Jackson killed them….Jackson murdered four women in his life.What did that mean for maya?What did that mean for the children? God…. Her children. Her babies. Her breath shudders out, unsteady, and for a moment, the world around her fades—too sharp and too dull at the same time. The warmth of the room bleeds into a suffocating chill, the air thick with something unseen but heavy, like storm clouds before a downpour. Somewhere on the edge of her spiraling mind, Jackson's voice cuts through the haze. "I was right," he says into the phone, his tone unreadable, the low timbre vibrating against the silence in the room. “They had them.” Maya blinks, barely processing the words. Then, reali
Maya'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