Marcel's POThe silence inside the car was suffocating. My fingers tapped against my thigh as I stared out the window, my mind racing. Christina was gone, taken right under my nose. I felt so insulted like I was suddenly incapable of protecting her.Even worse, I had no idea who had led that attack. Whoever they were, they had better get themselves ready for my revenge, which would be slow and brutal.Mirabel sat across from me, her face calm, but I could see the tension in her posture. She was waiting for me to speak, to decide what needed to be done."You're too quiet," she finally said, her voice careful. “What's on your mind, Alpha?"I clenched my jaw. "I'm trying to figure out the best course of action. Going to the Silver Moon Pack without her wasn't the plan."Mirabel exhaled slowly, folding her hands in her lap. "We can't afford to let this diplomatic mission fail. The Silver Moon Pack is outside your direct authority; this alliance is needed. If we delay or cancel the meetin
Author's POVChristina stumbled as she was dragged forward, blindfolded, and bound. The rough grip of the rogues pulling her was relentless, their mocking laughter reverberating through her ears.Her legs hurt, especially her knees, where they had grazed the floor as they dragged her. She felt very weak and had lost a lot of blood, but they didn't care. As soon as they took her to their camp, they put a cloth over her eyes and waited for a short while before they came to attend to her again. All of a sudden, they were moving.Every step felt heavier. She didn't know where they were heading or coming from. And for some reason, she could not transform, which made her even more scared. Her wolf stirred uneasily, growling in frustration at being helpless.The blindfold soaked up her sweat, her breaths shallow and ragged as she tried to make sense of the journey. The ground beneath her shifted between dirt and grass, and she could faintly hear rushing water in the distance. Every detail ma
Marcel's POVThe chaos from the diversion I had ordered my men to cause drew the attention of the men standing in the clearing. Soon enough, most of them ran to see what was happening, and shouts followed.I smiled. My men had done their job well, scattering the rogues enough to allow me to step in.The first thing I saw as I stepped forward was Christina. She was turned away from me, being held by two men, and from the slump in her posture, I could tell she was not okay.The sight filled me with rage, but I forced my face into a mask of calm. I couldn't let my emotions get the better—not yet."Alpha Xavier," I said, my voice smooth and cold as I stepped into the clearing, flanked by two of my guards. "Is that you?"Not that I needed any confirmation. His ginger hair was a dead giveaway, and I had been watching them for a short while now.Xavier spun around, his smirk faltering when he saw me. "Alpha Marcel," he said, lifting his chin, feigning nonchalance. "What an unexpected honor."
Christina's POVI could not breathe. It felt like all the trees were closing in on me, clawing at my throat and cutting off my air supply—or maybe that was fear. I was still trying to grasp my emotions when he turned, and I met his eyes.Icy, calm, and unnervingly cold were the first things I noticed about him. They were filled with the same fury ignited when he'd faced Xavier, threatening to rip him apart. And he had been so close to doing just that.For a moment, all I could think about was the man who had ordered my death. The same man who now stood before me as my so-called savior. Was this who he was? A violent, unpredictable force of nature, capable of turning that rage on anyone, including me?I had seen him heartless before. I had seen him cold and detached, but I had never seen him violent. If all his previous emotions could be directed at me, then who's to say that he couldn't be violent, too?I'd begun to doubt he would come for me at all. Sure, I had bragged to Xavier that
Marcel's POVI barely shut the door behind me before my mother was on me."What were you thinking?" Sandra hissed, her voice sharp with barely restrained fury. I took a deep breath, wishing she would spare me this drama, but there was no such luck."You abandoned an important diplomatic mission to chase after that girl?""Mother, if I remember correctly, you suggested I let Arden go in my place. That shows that the mission is not as high as you make it out to be now.""I suggested Arden to go because I didn't know what was at stake in this visit. But after you explained it to me, I realized it was something only you should handle, yet you let your attention be diverted."I exhaled, already regretting entertaining this conversation. I should have expected this. I should have ignored her glare when she stormed into Christina's room, but if I had done that, she would have caused a scene before Christina, and I didn't want Christina to be disturbed."I did what needed to be done," I said
Author's POVMarcel glanced at the letter Mirabel had handed him once more, then slid it back into the envelope with a smile. The mission he had handed over to her was successful, and she brought back good news—the Silver Moon Pack had reiterated their peace agreements with his pack, so whatever was happening there would not have any effects.He told her, "I'll take this to the archives for safekeeping," and she nodded."Thank you for trusting me with this, Alpha.""You're welcome," he said, making a mental note to send an appreciation letter to the Silver Moon Alpha. "But before that, I have some things to attend to, some things I haven't been working on for a long time now.""You are dismissed, Mirabel," he said, turning on his heel and stepping into the room before him.The smell of paint and fresh air welcomed him as he shut the door behind him. He inhaled deeply with his eyes closed as he surveyed the environment. It had been so long since he'd stepped into his painting room.A s
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
Author's POVMarcel glanced at the letter Mirabel had handed him once more, then slid it back into the envelope with a smile. The mission he had handed over to her was successful, and she brought back good news—the Silver Moon Pack had reiterated their peace agreements with his pack, so whatever was happening there would not have any effects.He told her, "I'll take this to the archives for safekeeping," and she nodded."Thank you for trusting me with this, Alpha.""You're welcome," he said, making a mental note to send an appreciation letter to the Silver Moon Alpha. "But before that, I have some things to attend to, some things I haven't been working on for a long time now.""You are dismissed, Mirabel," he said, turning on his heel and stepping into the room before him.The smell of paint and fresh air welcomed him as he shut the door behind him. He inhaled deeply with his eyes closed as he surveyed the environment. It had been so long since he'd stepped into his painting room.A s
Marcel's POVI barely shut the door behind me before my mother was on me."What were you thinking?" Sandra hissed, her voice sharp with barely restrained fury. I took a deep breath, wishing she would spare me this drama, but there was no such luck."You abandoned an important diplomatic mission to chase after that girl?""Mother, if I remember correctly, you suggested I let Arden go in my place. That shows that the mission is not as high as you make it out to be now.""I suggested Arden to go because I didn't know what was at stake in this visit. But after you explained it to me, I realized it was something only you should handle, yet you let your attention be diverted."I exhaled, already regretting entertaining this conversation. I should have expected this. I should have ignored her glare when she stormed into Christina's room, but if I had done that, she would have caused a scene before Christina, and I didn't want Christina to be disturbed."I did what needed to be done," I said
Christina's POVI could not breathe. It felt like all the trees were closing in on me, clawing at my throat and cutting off my air supply—or maybe that was fear. I was still trying to grasp my emotions when he turned, and I met his eyes.Icy, calm, and unnervingly cold were the first things I noticed about him. They were filled with the same fury ignited when he'd faced Xavier, threatening to rip him apart. And he had been so close to doing just that.For a moment, all I could think about was the man who had ordered my death. The same man who now stood before me as my so-called savior. Was this who he was? A violent, unpredictable force of nature, capable of turning that rage on anyone, including me?I had seen him heartless before. I had seen him cold and detached, but I had never seen him violent. If all his previous emotions could be directed at me, then who's to say that he couldn't be violent, too?I'd begun to doubt he would come for me at all. Sure, I had bragged to Xavier that
Marcel's POVThe chaos from the diversion I had ordered my men to cause drew the attention of the men standing in the clearing. Soon enough, most of them ran to see what was happening, and shouts followed.I smiled. My men had done their job well, scattering the rogues enough to allow me to step in.The first thing I saw as I stepped forward was Christina. She was turned away from me, being held by two men, and from the slump in her posture, I could tell she was not okay.The sight filled me with rage, but I forced my face into a mask of calm. I couldn't let my emotions get the better—not yet."Alpha Xavier," I said, my voice smooth and cold as I stepped into the clearing, flanked by two of my guards. "Is that you?"Not that I needed any confirmation. His ginger hair was a dead giveaway, and I had been watching them for a short while now.Xavier spun around, his smirk faltering when he saw me. "Alpha Marcel," he said, lifting his chin, feigning nonchalance. "What an unexpected honor."
Author's POVChristina stumbled as she was dragged forward, blindfolded, and bound. The rough grip of the rogues pulling her was relentless, their mocking laughter reverberating through her ears.Her legs hurt, especially her knees, where they had grazed the floor as they dragged her. She felt very weak and had lost a lot of blood, but they didn't care. As soon as they took her to their camp, they put a cloth over her eyes and waited for a short while before they came to attend to her again. All of a sudden, they were moving.Every step felt heavier. She didn't know where they were heading or coming from. And for some reason, she could not transform, which made her even more scared. Her wolf stirred uneasily, growling in frustration at being helpless.The blindfold soaked up her sweat, her breaths shallow and ragged as she tried to make sense of the journey. The ground beneath her shifted between dirt and grass, and she could faintly hear rushing water in the distance. Every detail ma
Marcel's POThe silence inside the car was suffocating. My fingers tapped against my thigh as I stared out the window, my mind racing. Christina was gone, taken right under my nose. I felt so insulted like I was suddenly incapable of protecting her.Even worse, I had no idea who had led that attack. Whoever they were, they had better get themselves ready for my revenge, which would be slow and brutal.Mirabel sat across from me, her face calm, but I could see the tension in her posture. She was waiting for me to speak, to decide what needed to be done."You're too quiet," she finally said, her voice careful. “What's on your mind, Alpha?"I clenched my jaw. "I'm trying to figure out the best course of action. Going to the Silver Moon Pack without her wasn't the plan."Mirabel exhaled slowly, folding her hands in her lap. "We can't afford to let this diplomatic mission fail. The Silver Moon Pack is outside your direct authority; this alliance is needed. If we delay or cancel the meetin
Author's POVThe morning air was crisp as Christina stepped out of the pack house. This was her first time coming out since she got here, but she didn't have the energy to even admire her surroundings. All she could note was that the sun felt good on her skin.Her nerves were already stretched thin. The maids had spent the entire night packing and fussing over her, and she hadn't gotten much sleep. As she made her way to the sleek black car waiting for her and Marcel, she noticed a movement in an alcove at the side of the house. It looked like someone was beckoning her forward.Just as she reached the car door, her heart leaped as she realized who it was. Melissa was standing in the shadows, half-hidden by the morning light.She hadn't seen her stepsisters in days and was starting to worry about them. Of course, she could not miss this opportunity to speak to them."I... I need to use the restroom quickly," Christina blurted, glancing at Marcel, who was already seated in the car.He r
Marcel's POVI frowned and skimmed through the reports that had come in yesterday evening. Being an alpha didn't come with a vacation; every day, something new popped up that needed my attention.Something like the Silvermoon pack in this case.My pen ran over my journal as I documented my plan of action. The Silvermoon pack was known for its isolation. It was fiercely independent and detached from the hierarchy of the werewolf realm.It operated on its government and was out of my authority. However, I was about to venture out of my bounds to visit them.But rumors of unrest had started filtering through, and the last thing I needed was for them to threaten the delicate balance I maintained in the packs under my rule.If Silvermoon descended into chaos, the ripple effects would undoubtedly disrupt my reign. Diplomacy wasn't my strongest suit, but this visit was necessary. It was a chance to ensure peace—or at least plant the seeds of it.I shut the book and picked up the letter I wou
Christina's POVKeeping my eyes on Rowan was not helping me think. He looked like he had already resigned himself to the worst possible punishment, and I knew that Marcel wanted me to pick the worst punishment. If I sentenced Rowan to death, would he kill him, or would he say it was too harsh?"Okay, how about a suspension?" I asked, hoping that this would count. "Maybe a one-month suspension before he's allowed to resume duties."I thought That was a good idea, a bit proud of myself. At least then, he would have the time to care for his mate.Marcel chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're too soft."I clenched my fists. "Then what do you suggest?"Marcel smirked, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Rowan will be stripped of his position as a patrol member. From now on, he will serve as a training dummy for our recruits."I stared at him, horrified. Even Rowan had a stricken expression on his face as he looked up. “You can't be serious!"A training dummy sounded like a p