3 YEARS AGO
MARA “The Moon Goddess has decided,” the sage of Ravencrest Pack announced after a while of silence, his gaze zoning in on me and making me want to sink into the ground from all the attention I was getting. “You, Mara, are destined to be the next Alpha of the pack.” ~ “Your coronation is drawing closer by the day. How do you feel?” Alpha Kalen, the man who had adopted me as his own, said. It all felt surreal. Ever since I had been announced as the rightful heir to the throne of someone who wasn’t my biological father, things had gone off the rails. I felt eyes on me every single time I moved, and Kael—Alpha Kalen’s own son—now had hatred for me. We were having dinner now, and I couldn’t help but notice Kael glaring at me from the other side of the table as Alpha Kalen waited for my answer. “I feel…” I sighed, not sure what to say. I couldn’t tell if I was more happy than scared or vice versa. “I don’t know, it doesn’t feel real enough for me to believe just yet.” Almost immediately, a scoff came from Kael that had our heads turning in his direction. “Do you have a problem, son?” Alpha Kalen asked. As if he had been waiting for that question the whole morning, he tossed his spoon aside and looked at his father as if he had committed the worst act of betrayal. “How can you sit here and be satisfied with what is going on? Your son is sitting right here, having prepared to be the next Alpha his whole life, and you’re just going to give it to someone you picked up from nowhere!?” “Kael…” Alpha Kalen called him in a warning tone. “No!” He slammed his hand against the table, standing up as the chair scraped the floor. “You’re not going to shut me up and shut me out from my right! If you had never brought her here after her parents died, then none of this would be happening!” “Kael, I understand why you’re angry…” I started, but he was quick to snap at me, his eyes glowing a golden color to signal that he was close to shifting. He was that angry at me. “Don’t you say a word, Mara! You don’t understand anything. All you did was have your parents die and have the throne handed to you on a platter of gold!” “That’s enough!” Alpha Kalen yelled, his voice carrying so much authority that even Kael would not dare say anything else. Kael glared at me before walking out of the dining room, leaving his food unfinished as Alpha Kalen and I shared a glance. “He’ll come around,” he assured me with a tight smile on his face. “For now, we just… You’ll be under my protection. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” I completely understood where Kael’s anger was coming from, but it was unfair of him to unleash all that rage on me. He never thought to ask me just how I felt about being chosen to be the next Alpha. It wasn’t something I wanted exactly. As Alpha Kalen cleared his throat, I was brought back to the present. “So, I heard you want to study at Voltex,” he said. Just the reminder of it made my heart skip in a good way. I nodded with a faint smile as the images of everything I was expecting started to flood my mind. Voltex was only the best university in the pack, and getting in would be one of the best things that happened to me after being adopted by Alpha Kalen. “What do you want to study?” he asked, his brows raised in curiosity as he watched me fiddle the fork between my fingers. “Human and veterinary medicine,” I spat almost immediately to show just how securely it was plastered in the back of my mind. “After the widespread disease that killed my parents, I just…I need to do something that can help people, prevent them from losing their families to things that can be treated.” He smiled at me with pride in his eyes that made my heart burst at it. After losing my parents at such a young age, there was nothing I wanted more than to be of help. “You know what?” He tapped his fingers on the table with a concentrated frown on his face. “I see why you would like to do that. And because I know just how smart you are and how well you will do since you’ve put your mind to it, I will personally enroll you into the university.” My jaw dropped as I looked at him in disbelief. An enrollment by the Alpha of the pack was a straight ticket into the university without much hassle. “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me, oh!” I exclaimed, blinking back the tears that blurred my vision. “You’re my daughter, Mara,” he said. “You have just as much right to anything you want, as long as I am the Alpha of this pack, which is not a very long reign now since your coronation is in two weeks, but I’ll put in a good word for you before I step down.” I nodded, not quite sure what to say until I finished my breakfast and decided to see Kael. Whether he liked it or not—which he definitely hated—we had to put everything past us and move on. Even if it wasn’t for the sake of anything else, he had to do it for the sake of his father. For the sake of the pack. “I think I should talk to Kael,” I said, standing up and moving toward the stairs. “Do you want me to come with you? Kael is…” Alpha Kalen looked as though he was searching for the word to describe his son with. “He’s quick to anger, and you… I know you would hate to fight him. You never do. If he tries to fight you—” “He won’t.” I interrupted, not sure of what I was saying as well. “If he does, I’ll find a way to defend myself.” I walked up the stairs with my last words to Alpha Kalen ringing in my head. Kael and violence went hand in hand, and he always tried to find a way to get to me, but I avoided him as much as I could. As I knocked on his door, my heart started to thud a little too fast that I believed he could hear it from the other side of the door. “What do you want!?” he barked, making it known that he knew it was me. “We need to talk about this, Kael. You can’t keep running away from this…” Before I got the chance to finish, he swung the door open so aggressively that I was forced to take a step back. “Running away?” he asked, his voice cold and daring. “You have been running away from a fight this whole time. Fight me to the death, and whoever wins becomes the Alpha.” That was an idea he always brought up each time I tried to talk to him. An idea I would never agree to because I knew him and just how brutal he could be in a fight. “We can’t fight.” I shook my head. Kael didn’t argue with me. He only stood in silence, looking at me with knitted brows, tilting his head in confusion as he stared at me. I was about to ask him what the matter was when I felt it. It was slow at first, but it soon started to grab a hold of my heart and my mind, as if something was reaching into the core of my heart and wrenching it. And my doubts were only confirmed when Kael grabbed a hold of my hand as he asked me, “What is going on?” and I felt sparks fly up everywhere he touched. Kael was my mate.MARA “What do you think you’re doing!?” Kael yelled at me, his grip on my wrist tightening even more and causing me to yelp in pain. “Stop it. Whatever you think you’re doing, stop it right now!”I understood that he found it hard to believe as well, but thinking I had something to do with it was only strange.“I’m just as confused as you are, Kael! I’m not doing anything to you, I swear. I don’t… This doesn’t make any sense. Let go of me.” As an attempt to get him to let me go, I grabbed his hand and tried to pry it off of me, but he let me go immediately as if my touch burned him.“Get in,” he ordered, stepping away from the doorway so that I would enter his bedroom.I stood there, unable and unwilling to move. I couldn’t go in there when I knew that he had so much reason to kill me and pretend like it didn’t happen. I shook my head, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he snapped:“I know what a mate bond does to people when their mates die. I’m not willing to do that to myself
MARA“What are you talking about?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at Kael, the same person that I had practically grown up with. Even some pack members would not believe that we were not of the same parents, and now…“I told you it doesn’t have to mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything, Mara. It’s starting to bother me more than I can take, and you’re unfortunately the only person who can take it away.”“No.” I shook my head. I walked to the door and opened it, a gesture that he was to understand immediately. “You need to leave. I’m not going to do this.”“I don’t feel anything for you, Mara. This doesn’t have to be weird. Just this once to set my head straight, and I’ll be out of your way.”With each word that he said, I only realized just how selfish Kael was. He hated me with all his guts, never hid it for once, and now he wanted me to be the one to help him out with whatever restlessness he had.At least he was kind enough to let me know that it still wouldn’t mea
MARAKael had not said a word to me in three days since I had played him the recording of him begging me to mate with him. It was something I was absolutely grateful since he never passed up on an opportunity to taunt me or throw a snarky remark my way before.But I didn’t know what that meant—had he finally given up, or was he waiting for the perfect moment to strike?He had been stepping out of my way, refusing to interact with me. He never showed up for breakfast or dinner with me and Alpha Kalen, who didn’t seem worried about it as the only thing he talked to me about was my coronation.And now, it was here. The night before my coronation, and I was with Alpha Kalen in the training room for the last time before I would be Alpha Mara.“I got in touch with the chancellor of Voltex university,” he said after we finished training.My body went rigid, and I turned to give him my full and undivided attention. I had refused to pressure him over something that I wasn’t sure about, especia
PRESENT MARA I was now a lone wolf in a human and rogue world. If it weren't for Kael, I wouldn’t have a cause to run away from my pack. My so-called brother was all over me, determined to force me to sleep with him because of some silly believe- we were ‘mate’. And besides that he wanted me dead because I was chosen to be the crown alpha of Ravenclaw. Even when he tried hard to hide it, it was so clear that he was behind the attack on Ravenclaw a night before my coronation as alpha. "Disgusting, huh?" I muttered to Ria. As I moved through the woods, loneliness engulfed me. "I once had a family, a home. Now I’m alone living among dangerous rogues, fugitives and lone wolves like me." “No," Ria snapped. "We're survivors. Kael can't break us." "I miss him," I confessed. Ria snorted, "Alpha Kalen of course." I retreated. My heart ached as memories flooded in. Alpha Kalen, my guardian, had raised me after my father died in pack war and my mother after she gave birth to
ROLANGoddamn! That Nyx, my wolf, and I could fall into this damned boar trap is unbelievable. Nyx was raging with rage inside of me, moving up and down as though he were trying to tear out. "Fucking Kael!" I muttered a curse at Kael, who had placed the trap to try to get away and take the upper hand after he fled the battlefield. For that reason, I was running around his escape path in an attempt to catch up to him before I entered the trap. I would run to unalive him with my last breath. Kael knew I'd race with my last breath to unalive him.There has been conflict between my pack, Ashclaw, and Ravenclaw for a few months now because of the abrupt disappearance of my pack members that could be linked to him. I've heard of an underground slave trade, but I've never been interested in it, so I don't understand why my pack should be dragged into that mess.For what seemed like forever, I was left abandoned and defenseless as our packs engaged in a furious combat. I know that my beta an
ROLANA trespasser that I’m convinced was from Ravenclaw had traced Zander and my warriors down to the middle of the woods where I was trapped before Doctor Pretty rescued me.Without a second thought, I lunged forward, feeling my bones agile and muscles surge. I didn’t even feel the pain in my injured leg as I cut off his neck cleanly with my sword, sending his lifeless body crumpling to the ground at my feet.She gasped, stumbling backwards, her eyes wide with shock as she took in what just happened. I knew what she must think—that I was demonic and ruthless. Well, I knew that was not much of a romantic thing to do in front of one’s mate but he was a threat, that is what a trespasser deserves. And I would do anything to keep my pack safe even if it means cutting as many heads as possible that I can.My gaze met hers, steadily and unwavering. I moved a bit closer to her from the back because she was now standing in front of me, interestingly looking at the lifeless body in the pool
MARA"No, Rolan! Don't listen to him!" I gripped his hand tightly, shaking my head as Doctor Allen's ominous words still rang in my ears. "I’ll fix this. That doctor doesn’t know what he’s talking about."“I’ll fix you, Rolan!” My voice echoed across the room.I could barely hold back the flood of frustration. The moment Doctor Allen had dropped the bombshell about Rolan’s leg, he’d left peacefully as if he had not just painted the world’s grumpiest storm cloud exiting a sky. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady."Get me a nurse! And where's the radiographer?" Even I was pleasantly surprised by how loud and authoritative my voice was.Soon, Lach, the radiographer, walked in, his face a mix of worry and calm. "You called? My name is Lach and I’m the radiographer here.""Yes, I need you to run the lateral view of his leg," I instructed."I want every angle you have. And any possible fracture details but start with the lateral view," I rattled on, aware of how crucial it
MARAI startled awake with a cold shock, my body pressed against the hard, freezing floor of a place that smelled bad and was totally dark. I blinked quickly and squinted to make sense of what was going on around me, but the room was as dim as void.My head throbbed, and as I struggled to sit up, I felt the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles.Chains. I was chained to the floor.“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice barely above a tremble. My eyes instinctively went to my wrist, checking my watch. 8:00 p.m.My chest clenched due to panic when I remembered where I was supposed to be—Rolan's surgery should’ve started an hour ago.Rolan… I imagined him there, helpless, counting on me to save him. And here I was, tied up like a lamb for slaughter.A faint and hoarse chuckle echoed from one corner of the room. “Hello, Mara. Long time no see.”I turned my head towards the voice. A dim yellow bulb dangled from the ceiling, casting a faint shadow and illuminating just enough of the
MARA I keep looking at him with awe and my mouth widely apart. If someone were looking at us from the outside, they’d think I knew this guy. But I don’t. I mean, I’ve never seen him before, but there’s something oddly creepy about the way he holds himself, as if he’s been in control of situations like this a thousand times. He’s…cute. In a too-perfect, I-just-walked-out-of-a-catalog kind of way. His skin is flawless—smooth, almost glowing, like he spends hours in front of a mirror, following a skincare routine and making sure every detail is perfect. It’s almost unnerving how perfect he looks. No rough edges, no signs of wear, just smooth, flawless skin. His lips are so full, so tempting and looking sumptuous, that if it weren't for my self-control, and, okay, The little camera and microphone bug Rolan planted in my scalp to track my every move in order to find out where these people are trooping out from-I’d probably have kissed him or eaten those lips raw by now. But
MARA My phone buzzes in my hands, pulling my attention away from the intense tension that hangs between Rolan and me. I glance down at the screen, expecting maybe a text from my masked man, but instead, it’s a memo from my school. I open it, the words blurring together as I skim through the message. My heart sinks with each line. “An indefinite strike?” “A state of emergency in Seattle.” I read the outline out a bit loud, out of my subconsciousness. Something about suspicious creatures wreaking havoc in the city. I scroll further, my fingers trembling as I absorb the details—there were records of deaths and injuries. And the government is scrambling to identify the threat. Pictures of the dead and injured flash across the screen, their faces twisted in pain, bodies scarred by deep, claw-like marks. My stomach churns as I recognize the marks. The jagged, uneven lines stretch across the skin, deep and raw, like something had slashed through it with savage force. The edges a
ROLAN My hands are firmly gripping the wheel as my hawk-like eyes dart forward like a hawk on the road ahead. The boredom of the trip is getting to me; we've been on this road for far too long. However, I sense the slight change in the air once more as my thoughts start to stray. It feels as though we are both holding our breath, waiting for something to break the oppressive and heavy tension between us. “Masked men again?” I murmured. I'm not expecting an answer. To be honest, I'm not particularly interested in getting one. Beside me, Mara is quiet, her eyes focused on the windshield, and the only sound between us is the beat of the engine and the tires on the road. However, I sense her pain and anxiety. It lies just behind her silence like an apparition. The kind of pain I can't get rid of. She seems to be gradually closing down on me, and I can feel that. And I dislike it, damn it. I hate the fact that, unlike everything else, I am unable to break her mental code. S
ROLAN The wind hums low and steady through the little opening from the tinted window as I keep my eyes on the long road gripping the wheel tighter. The drive back to Seattle is quiet except for Mara humming softly beside me occasionally. Beside me, Mara is sitting, her legs tucked up on the seat. She’s gazing out the window with a calm face, though the occasional furrow of her brow betrays the constant sight of her pretty face. I know she's been thinking about something ever since she returned from wherever she was taken to from my surgery. Her mind is clouded with a worry she refuses to share with me. Every time I try to bring up the topic, the deal she had to make to save me, she becomes distant—sensitive, closed off, and unwilling to talk about it. “Mara.” My voice breaks the quiet, and she turns to me. Her sharp and questioning green eyes meet mine. “What?” I pause, considering my words. “You’ve been quiet for the last twenty miles.” “That usually means you’re about
MARAI didn’t have any plans to steal anyone’s boyfriend. Honestly, I didn’t even know if I was capable of feeling anything for anyone at all. Being a wolf, living in this human world, I wasn’t sure if that was even possible anymore. But there’s always an exception to everything right?Yeah I am talking about JacobHe kept pushing, drawing near, like some kind of magnet I couldn’t escape. And Axel? She was just obsessed. A fantasy she had built up in her own mind, one where I was her rival, a competitor, her hater, enemy of her progress, a sorcerer who could shift shapes and everything more she could think of.It was laughable if it weren’t so dangerous.After the cafeteria drama, I should have felt angry and so humiliated. But I didn’t.Maybe I was just too tired of it all, or maybe I had learned by now to swallow the hurt, to let it sink beneath my skin where no one could see it. Axel could taunt me all she wanted, but she wasn’t going to break me. I wouldn’t allow her.The n
MARA Ria hums in my mind, satisfied but restless. It’s been six months since I’ve shifted, and tonight was when I released her. The cool twilight air still sticks to my skin as a testament to my run which left a trail of euphoria and pleasure in me. The run was like a stolen moment where I could just exist as I am, without the pressure of my disguise or the suffocating rules of this human world. But as I approach the dorm window from the woods, the sharp tang of alcohol and the smear of too-bright makeup meet my senses. It is Axel. Of course, it had to be her. She’s perched at the window, fumbling with the latch, her glittered dress shining bright under the moonlight. She's stumbling, her high heels dangling loosely from one hand. The strong smell of vodka clings to her, making me feel nauseated within seconds. Our eyes meet for a brief moment - hers flashing with drunkenness and accusations, mine wide with fear. I try to move past her without a word, but her voice cuts
AXEL The cafeteria confrontation kept replaying in my head like a broken record; every detail kept sharpening so fresh, every humiliation keeps on magnifying. Jeff's words were etched into my memory, cutting deep into them with pain. He’s broken up with me, all thanks to our glorified witch Mara. The way he’d glanced at Mara, like she was the answer to some question I’d never even been asked made my skin crawl and inside filled with wrath towards her. I couldn’t stand the thought of her. The girl who had stolen not just Jeff’s attention but Jacob’s too, as though she was some magnetic force none of them could escape. Who the hell was she? What did she have that I didn’t? I paced my dorm room, my thoughts spiralling almost out of control and my chest keep tightening with frustration. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and unwelcome tears, blurring my vision. “Damn it,” I hissed, scrubbing my face with the back of my hands. I couldn’t let this consume me, but it already had. My
MARA Jacob’s been a constant shadow since that night when his intentions became clear. Not the creepy kind of shadow, but the thoughtful, steady one that makes you feel like someone’s got your back. He calls, texts, and checks in regularly as his own way of weaving himself into my life. It’s not like I need anything; the black card my father handed me that morning is more than enough to cover all my expenses. Yet Jacob keeps surprising me, showing up with random gifts that make me smile despite everything I’m going through. When classes run long—especially after those brutal pharmacology lab sessions—he waits outside, either ready to walk me home or drive me to the dorm in his beautiful but modest Toyota Corolla. It’s old enough to feel relatable, but well-kept, with a gleaming navy-blue exterior that suits his grounded personality. I think he calls it “Bluebell,” which is honestly adorable. Sometimes, as I watch him, I wonder if Voltex is a university or some odd hybrid b
MARA Social and academic life blend seamlessly for Axel. She’s the queen of all-nighters, balancing textbooks and tequila shots like it’s an Olympic sport. Parties, grades, accolades—it’s her domain, and she owns it unapologetically. For me, the story is different. I’m no wallflower, but the human world is a minefield, each step a potential explosion that could reveal what I truly am. So, I steer clear of the parties and wild nights. Not because I can’t keep up, but because I can’t risk the wrong kind of attention. That’s where Axel’s hatred finds its roots. To her, my refusal to join the chaos of college life isn’t discipline—it’s a subtle critique of her choices. The more she sees me excel in class or gracefully fits in a room, the deeper her resentment grows. In her eyes, I’m not just competition; I’m her mirror, reflecting the cracks she’d rather not see. Today, though, Axel isn’t my concern. I’ve decided to visit Clara, Mr Jorge’s daughter. One of the few people here