เข้าสู่ระบบSophia
My face turns towards the right while the skin of my cheek stings with the impact of the slap.
My eyes burn with tears, which I refuse to release as my gaze is trained on the floor.
"Apologize to Cynthia right now!" My father bellows causing me to flinch. "How dare you disrespect my wife and your Luna by questioning her actions?!"
My mother died soon after giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for her death. When I turned three, councilmen asked my father to take a second chance mate because his wolf was going crazy without his mate. Even though he didn't want to, he had to find another mate because, slowly, his wolf was going insane.
Since my mother was his true mate, he never wanted to give her place to anyone else, so instead of taking Cynthia as his second chance mate, he married her.
Cynthia is what you can call a true definition of an evil stepmother. She hated me from the moment she married my father and made it clear to me that I was unwanted in her house.
But since she couldn't kick me out, she made sure to make my life miserable at every chance she got.
"She punished Emily for no reason." I speak in a low but firm voice, "She is a small child who just took an apple from the fruit basket."
"She stole the apple." Cynthia glares at me, then turns her gaze to my father and places her hand on his arm, "Emily is a child. That's why it is important for her to learn if she needs something, then she should ask instead of stealing. I was disciplining her by ordering her to fetch five buckets of water from the well, not punishing her."
"I even asked Janet to accompany her and help her with completing her task." She sighs and shakes her head, "I am mother of this pack; I am not cruel as Sophia thinks of me."
"You don't have to justify yourself; I know you." Father wraps an arm around her as she softly cries, "This girl is nothing but a nuisance. It seems like killing my Selena wasn't enough for her, so each day she does something that only hurts others." He glares at me with such hatred that the tears that I was holding back spill from my eyes.
"No food for you for five days, and you will work with the omegas for the preparation of a full moon ball." He puts every bit of his Alpha command behind his words while glaring at me.
"Yes, Alpha." Bowing my head, I show my neck in submission to him.
Strangely, Alpha commands never work on me, but I haven't told anyone about this, especially my father. If I told him then he would find one more reason to hate me thinking I am challenging his authority.
I turn and leave the room, my head held low. As I walk through the halls of the pack house, I feel the weight of everyone's stares. Whispers follow me, but I am used to it. I've been an outcast my whole life. I pass Emily in the kitchen, her eyes red from crying. She looks up at me with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, and I manage a small smile for her.
"I am sorry, Sophia." She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, "I was hungry."
"It's okay, Emily," I say softly and reassuringly.
Emily is one of the orphans of the pack. Her parents died in a car accident two years back; since she doesn't have any family who could take her in, she lives in the orphanage.
I head out to my room in the packhouse where I live since I am not allowed to live in the Alpha house, ready to start my punishment.
Physical labor is nothing new to me; it's a way to keep my mind off the pain and loneliness that have become my constant companions. As I work, I think about my mother, the only person who might have loved me if she had lived.
And sometimes my thoughts shift to the person whom Moon Goddess has chosen for me... my mate.
My heart clings to the hope that one day, I'll find him, and he'll take me away from this misery.
Something in me tells me that soon, my wait is about to come to an end.
LucasI hate that I know this was necessary. That this is what keeping everyone safe looks like, watching her walk away while I stand still, pretending it doesn’t break something inside me. I hate that I’m the logical one. The rational one. The one who has to think about what happens if I tear through her father’s men, how their bodies would fall, how questions would rise, how their blood would lead straight to us. To my people. To my family.I hate that she had to say those words. Words she didn’t mean. Words that tasted like poison even as they left her lips.And I hate that I let her suffer. That I stood there, knowing exactly what it was costing her to say them. I let her carry that weight because it was the only way to keep her safe, to keep everyone safe. But knowing that doesn’t make it hurt any less.When she looked at me for the last time, her face was a blank canvas, but I could feel everything she didn’t say. The tiny twitch in the corner of her mouth, the way her throat mo
Aurora“Aurora!”“Miss Blake!”At first, it sounds far away. A blur of voices muffled by the noise inside my chest. Then they get closer. Sharper.His posture shifts almost imperceptibly. His jaw tenses, his hand slides to my waist. His thumb presses lightly against my hip, and for a second, I let myself imagine he’s holding me there because he can’t bear to let me go.But I know better. He’s holding on because soon, he’ll have to let go.“Lucas.” My voice comes out softer than I mean it to. I reach up and cradle his face between my palms, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers. His stubble grazing inside of my palm.“I love you,” I whisper, and the words feel too small, too fragile to hold everything I mean. “More than I will ever know. More than I could ever explain.”His eyes... God... his eyes are speaking what he can't... the love I can see in them is almost breaking me and making me feel so powerful.He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me, and in that silence, I f
AuroraLucas’s grip tightens around me, and for a second, I can feel his pulse hammering against my spine. It’s fast, uneven, the kind of rhythm that doesn’t belong to calm people. There’s a faint gleam in his eyes, and it catches in the fading light. It’s wild, not entirely human, like something darker is peeking through the cracks of his skin. Half man, half wolf. It’s there for only a moment before he blinks, and I see the human again. Still fierce. Still dangerous. But different.He moves with purpose, his hand firm on the small of my back as he guides me through the trees. The forest is quiet except for the whisper of leaves under our feet. The air feels different, suffocated, the way it does before a storm.The echoes of gunfire are faint now, but sharp enough to keep my heart racing.When we reach the main clearing, I see everyone, Mikhail, Jake, Anastasia, Sophia, and there’s someone else too. A blond guy stands beside Mikhail, tall with a grin that feels like it was born out
AuroraThe sky is painted in shades of amber and violet, the kind of color that makes silence feel softer. The air smells faintly of pine and smoke drifting from somewhere far below. We’re sitting near the cliff’s edge, where the world stretches endlessly ahead. The wind moves through my hair, and Lucas’s arms are around me, strong, his chest pressed against my back.He doesn’t say much. He never does when words aren’t needed. His thumb traces small circles against my wrist, a motion that feels unconscious, like his body just knows where I am and needs to keep confirming it. I lean a little closer into him, the warmth of his breath brushing my temple.“What will happen now?” I ask quietly, not sure if I even want an answer. My voice almost gets lost in the sound of the trees.He hums, a small sound in the back of his throat, before pressing his cheek against my temple. “I don’t know,” he says finally, voice low, rough around the edges. “Other than that, I don’t ever want to let you go
AuroraAfter lunch, Anastasia has gone to her room to freshen up. Caleb left for work, his garage is on the main road, the one that leads to town. I still don’t get why he runs it, considering not many people around here even own cars. But there’s something endearing about it, like he’s keeping a habit alive just because it’s his. There’s a warmth about the way he mentioned it earlier, like that garage is his little world.Before leaving, he promised he’d teach me his “killer sandwich” recipe someday. I smiled and said I’d hold him to it, but deep down, I know that “someday” probably won’t come. Once I go back home, I doubt I’ll be allowed out again.Freedom, it seems, was always temporary for me.But none of that is what my mind keeps circling back to.It’s the ring.Anastasia’s ring.The image flashes in my head again, the faint mark of that same ring on the face of the dead man as if someone had constantly hit him. Like it had been pressed into him like a brand of punishment.I don
LucasMy heart feels lighter than it has in years.Aurora sits at the dining table with Jake and Caleb, her laughter mixing into theirs so naturally that for a moment, it feels like she’s always been part of this world. My world. She doesn’t force her way in, doesn’t try to impress anyone. She just fits.Caleb leans back in his chair, pretending not to be bothered by the story she’s telling about her eating pudding just to piss off her bitch grandma. I can tell he hates Aurora's family, just like Jake and I, because we can see how wrongfully they are treating Aurora.That’s the thing about Caleb. Most people see his sarcasm, the smirk that never quite fades, the casual shrug. They think he’s nonchalant. Untouchable. But I know better.Every muscle in his face gives him away. The tiny flex near his jaw when he’s holding back emotion. The way his eyes narrow when he’s assessing someone new. He’s cautious, always has been, especially with people who get close to us. He learned that the h







