Arda took a few seconds to catch her breath. Afterward, she let herself fall back onto the bed and managed to drift off, her thoughts fading as sleep claimed her once again. She slept deeply, and when she finally woke up, daylight was streaming through the windows. Blinking against the brightness, Arda sat up and glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on an Indian ethnic wall clock that matched the house’s contemporary traditional vintage style. It was 8:07 a.m. She couldn’t believe how peacefully she had slept, given the circumstances. But as full consciousness returned, so did the unpleasant reminder of her current predicament. Reaching for her phone, she saw a missed call from Jacob. Relief mixed with hope flickered through her. Maybe he had an explanation for all this. She still trusted him—at least, she wanted to. She was about to call him back when a knock at the door startled her. Sitting up quickly, she was surprised at the show of courtesy. She had already written off the
“You didn’t answer when I knocked earlier,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe, though his eyes betrayed his lack of casual intentions. “I came to check that you're doing as told.” Her breath hitched. “I—I didn’t hear you.” His lips twitched, almost amused, but his gaze never wavered. “You didn’t?” Arda took a shaky step back, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself. “Could you—could you at least step out?” “Why?” His voice dropped, low and smooth. “I see no reason why.” At this point, Arda was infuriated. “You’re being rude,” she shot back, her cheeks burning. “You have no right to intrude—and stare at me like this.” He pushed away from the doorframe, taking a deliberate step closer. “I disagree. I like what I see.” His shamelessness dampened her fury, replacing it with rising anxiety. “Alpha,” she warned, but her voice trembled, betraying her fear. He reached her in two strides, his hand brushing a stray drop of water from her collarbone. The touch made
Arda fought to steady her breathing. “He just wanted to check on me,” she said. “Arda.” “Yes... Alpha.” “You’re a terrible liar.” “I’m not lying.” Her voice quivered, and her eyes welled up as anxiety tightened its grip on her. Gillow studied her in silence, his sharp gaze unwavering. She looked fragile—too fragile—and for a brief moment, sympathy stirred within him. Yet beneath it, he was desperate to test the waters of her trust. The inability to hear her thoughts gnawed at him, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t make peace with it. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Arda flinched slightly at the question. “This is the second time you’re asking me that,” she replied cautiously. “Does it bother you?” “It’s a strange question, so yes, it does.” “I see.” He placed his palm flat against her chest. His voice softened. “I hate it—that I can’t read your mind. That I can’t hear your thoughts.” Arda froze, her eyes widening as realization struck. This was why he had
He guided her along the winding stone path that meandered through the garden, leading them past a rocky pool. The water spilled endlessly from a cluster of stones, cascading in gentle streams before splashing softly into the clear basin below. Her gaze lingered on the tranquil scene. She could almost picture herself perched on one of the smooth rocks, scribbling notes for her thesis while soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. But that was just a dream. She didn’t belong there. No matter how inviting it seemed, she would find a way to escape. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, noticing how her eyes lingered on the surreal beauty of the pool. He often admired it himself. "Yes," she replied softly. "It's not man-made. It was already there. Some touches were added. "Wow. It looks awesome" she said, genuinely impressed. "I'm glad you like it." Too bad I’m not staying, she thought. But almost immediately, she pushed the thought aside and decided to steer the conversation toward conv
Arda hated the confidence Gillow had—in himself and his pack. It grated on her nerves, especially since they seemed so comfortable just because the enemy packs feared them. She let her gaze sweep across the group. “That doesn’t mean the enemy packs aren’t planning something,” she said, unable to stop herself despite the unease curling in her stomach. She was afraid of them all. They weren’t human. And she was the only human among them. “She is wise,” the Elder remarked, his voice carrying a note of approval. “Sure,” Gillow agreed, his sharp eyes fixed on Arda’s face. “Fate has chosen well.” Arda quickly looked away, doing her best to avoid his gaze. Her eyes darted everywhere else, but it didn’t stop her from feeling the weight of his stare. “Now there’s just one person missing to complete this fearless pack,” Gillow announced, his voice cutting through the tension and drawing her eyes back to him. “Who?” Arda asked cautiously. “There’s someone else in the pack, but the one I’m
Arda peeked through the bedroom curtains. From there, she could see the pack still seated around the long meeting table in the garden. Gillow dominated the ruler’s seat with effortless authority. Felicia leaned toward him, explaining something with fluid confidence. He sat poised, listening intently. Even from this distance, his presence felt intimidating. Arda wondered why Felicia wasn’t afraid of him. Then she remembered—Felicia had been his mate once. That was their word for it. She still felt the sting of Gillow’s quiet confession earlier: “Just so you know, we’ve been together before.” Arda had decided to familiarize herself with the strange terms and dynamics of this world. She figured it would help her plan an escape. Watching Felicia now, Arda felt a pang of envy. It wasn’t just her closeness to Gillow—it was her confidence, her ease, the way she carried herself like she belonged. She wondered what they were discussing and couldn’t help but recall Gillow’s abrupt dism
Troubled by the professor’s call, Arda poured herself into her thesis that evening. Seated at the table in the Alpha’s bedroom, she tried to focus on writing the first chapter of her work. With her research materials finally at hand, it should have been easier—or so she thought. But the looming threat of enemy packs hung over her like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive. After several failed attempts to concentrate, she pushed her chair back with a sigh. Maybe a stroll through the garden would clear her head. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly 7:00 p.m. She rose and headed for the door. But just as her hand touched the handle, it turned from the other side. She stepped back as Gillow strode in. He wore casual slacks and a fitted shirt that stretched over his toned arms and broad chest. His dark hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and despite herself, her heart skipped a beat. Whether it was fear—or something far more dangerous—she couldn’t tell. He stopped in front of her,
Gillow didn’t waste time delivering the truth. “Elder is three centuries old.” Arda’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.” Her face paled, but Gillow pressed on. “Sue is 125 years old. Karina is 140—same age as Chester. Felicia is 130, and Asher is 131.” As the words sank in, Arda felt her body go cold. The room spun, and before she could process another thought, everything went black. *** When she came to, Gillow was sitting beside her on the bed. A damp cloth glided across her forehead, and her gaze slowly adjusted to the dim light of the room. He dipped the towel in a bowl of water, wrung it out, and gently patted her face again. His knuckles brushed her cheek in a soft caress. Her heart fluttered, but the sensation was quickly overshadowed by the lingering weight of what she’d heard before passing out. Realizing she was back in his bedroom, she tried to sit up. “What happened?” Her voice was faint, but he caught it. “You passed out,” he said, his tone calm yet laced with concern.
Arda remained curled up on the edge of the bed, the weight of guilt pressing down on her like a shroud. Her heart ached—not for herself, but for the people she had dragged into her mess. Karina. Chester. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. She only wanted to protect them… but in the end, she’d betrayed them instead.A soft click echoed in the silence—the door. She didn’t flinch. Gillow was locking her in. Strangely, she was grateful. She hadn’t wanted to leave. She didn’t deserve freedom, not now. She wanted to be alone with her regret.The tears came slowly at first. Then violently. Her chest heaved with silent sobs until sleep overtook her like a thief in the night.---She awoke to a faint rustling. Movement. Distant, yet inside the room.She sat up, disoriented, blinking against the dim lighting. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly past midnight. Her stomach grumbled its own protest, making her wince.Curious and cautious, she stepped quietly toward the sound.There he w
Arda had stopped struggling by the time she was brought into the room. The fire of her protests had died, leaving only soft sniffling in its wake. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her body trembling—not just from the alcohol wreaking havoc inside her but from something deeper, something raw.Gillow was already there, waiting. His sharp eyes took in the wrecked state she was in, and beneath the surface of his calm, his fury burned. Not at her—no, never at her—but at those who had let this happen. Yet he forced himself to swallow the rage. She needed care, not wrath.At his direction, they placed her gently onto the couch, close to the bed. The moment they stepped back, he moved forward, crouching beside her, his presence a solid force against her frailty.He carried the tea he had prepared. It wasn’t the best remedy, but it was something, and right now, something was better than nothing. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth, his fingers brushing ag
Ignoring Arda's slurred curses, they lifted her into the car with little care for her protests. Her reluctance to return was irrelevant. What mattered was Gillow’s disapproval—a force far more terrifying than her drunken defiance.They secured her in the backseat, and the moment Chester and Karina took their places in the front, Arda lunged for the door handle. But Chester had anticipated this—he’d locked it. The soft click of her failed attempt was followed by a frustrated groan.With a smirk of defiance, she slumped back and declared, “I hate you both.” Then, inexplicably, she started to laugh—a drunken, eerie laughter that sent a chill up Karina’s spine.Neither Chester nor Karina responded. They simply exchanged glances, uneasy."Chester, what did you mean back there? That it’s just you?” Karina finally asked.“I, uh... kinda took the blame.”Karina whipped her head toward him. “What?”“You looked so happy, Karina. And you’ve been in so much trouble lately. I thought... maybe you
Chester hesitated, his pulse hammering against his ribs. If the Alpha was calling in this tone, it could only mean one thing—Arda had lied.His gaze darted toward her. She was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the call. A drink in her hand, laughter spilling from her lips, she swayed to the music with Karina, completely lost in the moment. She had no idea what she had just set into motion."I'm listening," Gillow's voice was sharp, the restrained fury evident in every syllable.Chester swallowed hard. His mind raced, torn between protecting Arda and Karina or saving himself."Alpha, I... I—" His voice faltered. What was the right move here? Take the blame and hope to minimize the damage? But then his eyes flicked back to Karina—her face alight with rare joy. She had suffered enough in recent times. And Arda... that reckless little minx. What had she been thinking? Dragging them into this mess? But then he recalled the way she had pleaded earlier—her voice thi
Arda watched the phone vibrate in her hand, Gillow’s name flashing across the screen. A small part of her knew she should answer, but she couldn't bring herself to. She let it ring.Karina and Chester noticed.“Who is it?” Karina asked from the passenger seat.“Alpha?” Chester added, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.Arda shrugged. “Yeah.”“Then why aren’t you answering?” Chester’s brows furrowed.“I’ll call him back when we get to the club,” she said, feigning nonchalance.Neither Karina nor Chester looked convinced, but they let it go. The car rolled smoothly through the city streets, neon lights reflecting against the windshield.Then Karina’s phone lit up.Gillow Rain.She turned in her seat, flashing the screen toward Arda. “It’s him. And I know it’s because you’re not picking up.”Arda’s stomach twisted. Her fingers clenched into the soft fabric of her dress. “Oh,” she said, forcing a casual tone. “I’ll call him back when we get there, I promise. Don’t answer.”Karina
The mall was alive with movement—bright, noisy, filled with a sea of people weaving through aisles stacked with gleaming devices. Arda barely noticed the chatter, the hum of conversations blending with the distant sound of a child whining for a toy. She moved through the tech section, her fingers grazing the sleek surfaces of high-end phones as an attendant hovered nearby, ready to assist. Chester and Karina flanked her, their watchful eyes darting around, wary of external threats. Finally, she chose. A phone with a crisp camera, vast memory, and a lightning-fast processor. It was perfect—not just for its features, but for what it represented. A semblance of independence. Control. The purchase was made. The device, hers. And with it, a shift in the air. Outside, the sky had deepened to a dusky blue, streaked with the dying embers of sunlight. The city hummed with its usual rhythm—car horns blaring in irritation, the distant wail of a siren, vendors calling out their last
Arda woke up to the cold absence of Gillow. The bed felt too large without him, the sheets still carrying the ghost of his warmth. The memory of last night burned in her skin—his hands, his lips, the way he had worshiped and restrained himself in equal measure. He had left her breathless, aching, and unfulfilled.She sat up, scanning the room, her heart sinking. Was he still here?Slipping out of bed, she padded barefoot toward the door and pulled it open. The guard stationed outside straightened at her sudden appearance."Where is he?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended."The Alpha left before dawn, along with his chosen pack members," the guard reported.Arda swallowed the bitter disappointment that curled inside her. He hadn’t even said goodbye?But before the frustration could settle, the guard reached into his pocket. "This is for you, from the Alpha."A note.Relief washed over her, though she barely kept it from showing. She took the folded paper from his outstretche
Arda lay on the bed, her body still humming from Gillow’s touch. The sheets felt cool against her overheated skin, but nothing could calm the ache inside her. The place where his lips had been—where his hands had traced—still burned. But he was gone now.His whispered words echoed in her ears. “I cannot trust myself to keep my hands off you tonight. Trust me, it’s better for you and I.” She had nodded, understanding. Now, in the quiet, her fingers clenched the sheets. She hated how empty the bed felt without him. She hated how her body still craved his warmth, his weight pressing into her. She curled into herself, trying to push away the frustration, the confusion. Eventually, sleep claimed her. --- In his own room, Gillow stood under an icy shower, his fists braced against the cold tile. The water wasn’t enough to cool the fire raging inside him. His mate. His Arda. She had finally surrendered. Finally spoken the words he had longed to hear. "Yes, Alpha." A low growl rumble
Arda’s breath hitched as Gillow’s countdown continued, his voice a dark promise of both pleasure and discipline. "...three...four..." Her fingers twitched against her skin, every muscle in her body screaming to move, to clutch onto him, to anchor herself against the storm he was unraveling inside her. At thesame time, she wanted to protect herself from his sight because she was shy and self conscious at that moment. But then he had threatened to punish her and she didn't want to test him. Arda let out a shaky breath, forcing herself to obey as she let her hands fall to her sides. "Five." Said Gillow, his eyes narrowing at her. Her breath caught in her throat. "Too late." He said. "Turn over. I'm going to spank you for wasting time." "No, please." Her voice was soft. "I took my hands off." She caught a small smile on his face and knew he was now teasing her. Gillow’s approval was instant, a slow, satisfied smile curving his lips. “I know, Mate. I'm just playing with you. Y