Author's povChristina stepped forward, her eyes darkening as she looked between the Elder, who was holding that wicked-looking knife, and Marcel. When he had pressed it to Marcel's palm, he didn't do so much as flinch—it was like it didn't hurt, but she doubted that.It wasn't the pain that scared her though; it was the knowledge that once this was done, they would be bound forever. She would be caged with no remedy. She was never a fan of blood oaths, and in this place, it seemed to be even more significant than normal.Her eyes looked past Marcel to where her stepsisters were sitting. They were seated in the space reserved for the members of the Black Moon Pack, right up in the front row. Their expressions were full of so much sadness that she felt guilt weave through her heart.If I don't do this, then they will be in danger, she thought. With that threat hanging over her, she extended her hand towards the Elder.However, just before he took it, she remembered the disrespect that
Christina POV“The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” A man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story.“-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts.Humans tend towards believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others believe?“What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa.“Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others,” I say whilst we walk past the tell-all hallroom.I pause and look at her again.“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her chemistry class right now.She plac
Christina POV“What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating it like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed the two men is staring at me and for some reason, I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he stopped looking at me and started looking behind me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck and I already knew that I was about to die but just before I started to pray to god and embrace death, a knife flew swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I felt a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly looked back and saw another man in black. His eyeball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man starts to scream and I immediately look back at the direction that the knife came from.There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open, unlike the men whose faces were conveyed in masks
Christina POVAfter a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to Dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two...” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird,” I said. “They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either.Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I
Christina POVWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us.I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had.My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities.“Please, we need to rest!” I yell out.“We can’t!” Dad screams.“Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts.I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her.Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me and I turned around to see that the peop
Christina’s POVWhen you're in the dark for a very long time, no matter how anxious you are, or the amount of fear running through your veins, you can't escape your body trying to get some rest. I have to blink multiple times to kick the drowsiness out of my eyes when the bag over my head gets pulled off so roughly that it almost rips my lobe earring off. I kiss my teeth at first and then remember my current situation, which is enough to wake me up completely.Dad, or Peter? I'm not sure what to even refer to him as anymore is by my side, chained up to a wooden chair that looks too weak and brittle. He looks at me and sends a smile he likely hopes is comforting, but it only makes my insides twist around even more. The strange, man-wolf person who had claimed Becca was his ‘mate’ stands before us, eyes narrowed. We're in a cell with actual bars, but he stands on the outside of it, watching us like we're mere criminals. If anyone had told me that this was how this week would go for m
Christina's POVDespite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making h
Author’s POVBack in the dungeons, the two sisters, Peter, and Beta Isaac remain, settling in the aftermath of Christina’s dilemma. Though the halls are thick with cement and lime, the resulting tension vibrates through them with a foreboding harmony of its own. “Shit!” Becca clutches her bright red hair so hard that she almost succeeds in pulling it off her sensitive scalp. Almost thirty minutes have gone by, but they've gotten no information from the Alpha or his men to inform them about how the interrogation is going, and she's starting to feel restless. She should have ever let him take the poor girl away in the first place, but out of respect for her newly found mate, she had tried to be civil. Now, she feels like she should have thrown a knife at the Alpha and fought for her half-sister.She and Melissa have seen the consequences of broken family bonds, and how dangerous it can be, so when they got news of Christina’s location, they had been very eager to see the child their f
Author's povChristina stepped forward, her eyes darkening as she looked between the Elder, who was holding that wicked-looking knife, and Marcel. When he had pressed it to Marcel's palm, he didn't do so much as flinch—it was like it didn't hurt, but she doubted that.It wasn't the pain that scared her though; it was the knowledge that once this was done, they would be bound forever. She would be caged with no remedy. She was never a fan of blood oaths, and in this place, it seemed to be even more significant than normal.Her eyes looked past Marcel to where her stepsisters were sitting. They were seated in the space reserved for the members of the Black Moon Pack, right up in the front row. Their expressions were full of so much sadness that she felt guilt weave through her heart.If I don't do this, then they will be in danger, she thought. With that threat hanging over her, she extended her hand towards the Elder.However, just before he took it, she remembered the disrespect that
Marcel's povThe murmurs started long before the ceremony began. I had just stepped out to the courtyard we were using, and the amount of people there was alarming. Everybody wanted to catch a glimpse of the Omega that I had chosen to be my bride.I walked off to the space set aside for the alphas, intending to pay my respects to them before it began.I could hear a lot of people murmuring, not that I was surprised. The pack had never been shy about voicing their opinions, even when they didn't dare say them directly to me.Tonight was no different. "An Omega as Luna?" someone said to the person next to her."Hush, the Alpha might hear you!" her companion replied, and they shifted farther into the crowd away from me.From where I stood, I could see the center of the courtyard where a bonfire was being set. It was symbolic of our bond for the events to be held under the full moon and everybody circled the bonfire.The chairs were already arranged, but only a few were sitting. In time,
Christina's povThe mirror in front of me felt like a cruel joke. It reflected a version of myself that I couldn't even recognize. That girl looked nothing like me in her flowing white gown with delicate silver embroidery trailing down the bodice.The sleeves hung just off my shoulders, reminding me of the prom dress I had my eyes on for a while. Just that one was red, and this was white. If this was the universe's way of treating me to prom, then this was so unfair. I didn't even want to be taken by someone like Marcel, and here I was about to get married to him.Or "mated," as they called it here. My chest felt tight at the thought of it. Despite all the preparations by Luna Sandra, teaching me what was expected of me as a Luna and how to harness my authority, I felt like I was barely equipped. How did one go from having only college applications to worry about to have a whole pack to rule?For goodness' sake, I was barely 18. It would take a few more months for me to reach that age
Christina's pov"It seems like you suddenly lost the ability to speak," he said, putting down the book in his hands.Something about the tone with which he spoke, so condescending and arrogant, lit something up in me. I always hated guys who were so full of themselves, and he was proving to be just one of them."So what if I am?" I shot back, lifting my chin.His expression changed so suddenly from silent anger to amusement. Then he did something unexpected, grabbing my chin, and taking me completely by surprise.His touch sent jolts of electricity through me, and I wondered for a terrified second if he knew the effect he was having on me. I sure hoped he didn't, the last thing I needed was something to feed his ego"I didn't think you cared enough to learn about it," he said, his voice dripping with suppressed laughter.I couldn't figure out what was so funny about this scenario, especially with how uncomfortable it was making me feel."Of course I care," I snapped back. "This so-cal
Christina's povMy training with Luna Sandra began the day after the meeting, and for two days now, I hadn't had much time to myself. She was so demanding, spending much time teaching me a lot of history that I didn't care about.Or rather, I wouldn't have cared about it a few weeks back, but in her words, "This is your world now, and so you have to know what it’s about."It wasn't that I was complaining. After all, I barely had other things to do anyway. But I detested history. Even in high school, it was always a struggle for me, and mostly, I managed to do well in exams because of revision sessions with my friends.Here, there were no friends. I wasn’t even allowed to see Becca and Melissa, and they hadn’t snuck into my room since then. I sure hoped they weren’t in trouble.Yesterday, I asked Luna Sandra about them, and she paused her lecture on vampires to look me straight in the eye. That woman always made me feel uneasy, and at that moment, I wished I hadn’t asked any questions
Marcel's povI rose from my seat, gazing down at the three men who were still awaiting my judgment. Well, their case was pretty insignificant now that I had something else to deal with."Dismiss this case now," I said, waving my hands in Rowan's direction as the guards walked up to him.Rowan scrambled to his feet, muttering thanks and bowing his head repeatedly—so much that I had to ask myself if I had told him he was going free by mistake. I would handle his case; matters like this should not go down this way, but not now. I had more pressing issues to attend to.As the guards led them away, Arden stepped out of the shadows and came to me."It seems like we have a bit of an issue waiting to happen."I knew at once that he was talking about Alpha John. Well, it would be pretty quick, for I was sure that he knew he was wrong in this case."But surely we can't judge him too harshly," Arden reasoned. "Blood is thicker than water. Surely if you were in his shoes, you wouldn't let your da
Author's povAlpha John sat in his study, the pale light from the morning sun streaming through the window and casting long shadows across the room. His stomach growled—he hadn't eaten and though it was not time for breakfast yet if he requested any, it would be given. But that was the least of his concerns; all his attention was focused on the piece of paper spread out in front of him on the table.It was created on many sides from much folding and unfolding, but the handwriting was unmistakable. His eyes flicked over the envelope beside it, stopping at the black moon insignia on it.The letter had arrived some days ago and brought with it the feeling of dread that he had been avoiding all this while. The same feeling of dread gripped him now as he read through the letter again:"Alpha John Brandon,You were entrusted with a single task—to follow orders—and yet you chose to defy me, hiding what was rightfully mine and harboring the very Omega I had commanded to be eliminated. This b
Christina’s pov I was at a loss for words. Not only was this meeting going terribly, but I also didn't know how to fix it. Becca would be so disappointed.I wracked my brain for an excuse that could shift the ceremony. Perhaps I could call in sick in a few days to the event, or I could just outright refuse to attend. None of those options seemed okay; I doubted Marcel would care if I was sick or not."We will need to think further," one of the women said.I was already trapped in a dilemma that she was about to make matters worse. What was she about to suggest now?Marcel took the words right out of my mouth. "What do you suggest, Mirabel?""After the ceremony," she said, "we'll be faced with the reality of a Luna who doesn't know anything about our traditions. I'm most certain that she didn't live her life among our pack, and this would be difficult for her."Marcel nodded in approval. "It's even worse that she spent her life among humans. She knows nothing about being a werewolf."
Christina’s povI don't know exactly what I expected when I entered the conference hall, but it was not what I saw. I gazed around at my surroundings, softly exclaiming in awe at how grand it was.With the high vaulted ceilings and the dark oak walls adorned with banners of the Black Moon Pack, it was an intimidating space. I felt like I had stepped into another slice of reality that was beautiful, even with its ancient feeling.Arden cleared his throat softly beside me, bringing me back to reality. A long, imposing table stood in the center, surrounded by individuals who radiated authority and experience.Immediately, I felt like a kid who had been called into the principal's office for a scolding. It did not help matters that none of them was smiling. They all stared at me with curious expressions, making me wish I had dressed in a ball gown instead.Well, all but one. Marcel sat at the head of the table, but he wasn't looking at me at all. I glanced backward to see what he was gazi