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 mean a thing to him if I agreed to do it with him, but I wouldn’t. “I want you to leave. I don’t know how you thought this was going to end up, but it’s not right. We’re siblings, Kael.” He laughed at my reminder, chuckling as if I had told him an inside joke of some sort. “You seem to have forgotten that you were adopted into this family by my father after your parents died. Yes, we did grow up together, but we will never be siblings, no matter how much you try to believe it.” He was trying to convince me that we were not siblings for his personal benefit, but he never hid that undertone of anger and contempt from his voice. He made it clear that he didn’t like me. But unfortunately for him, it didn’t change a thing. “As much as I agree that we are different from one another and are not siblings, I take your father as mine, and he sees me as his daughter. I would never do such a thing to him, no matter what kind of bond you and I share.” He started to accept it, slowly but surely. Finally, I saw his shoulders slump in defeat as he stepped out of the room and walked away. I let out a loud sigh of relief that I was pretty sure he heard when he walked out. Placing a hand over my chest, I returned to the bed, every sign of sleep wiped away from my eyes now as I rolled around restlessly until the sun rose. ~ I had chosen to forget everything that had happened between me and Kael the night before. I decided that it would only haunt me since I was the only person in charge of my thoughts. Even at breakfast, Kael acted as if nothing had happened. I realized that he was probably trying to forget it as well, so I went with it. What I didn’t expect was him following me out of my training practice later that evening like a lost pup. “Have you thought about it?” he questioned. It made me stop in my tracks and turn to look at him in shock because not only did I think that we were over that conversation, I never thought there was anything to think about in the first place. “Thought about what?” I asked, giving him the benefit of the doubt and hoping that he would not bring it up. But I knew that there was only one thing that we had talked about recently that would have him on my neck. “You don’t want me talking about it out in the open like this, do you?” He looked around as he asked. “What I told you last night. In case you didn’t notice, I did a pretty horrible job at training today. I believe you know why that is.” “I don’t want to talk about this ever again, Kael. I’m exhausted,” I said, turning around and walking away. “You were supposed to think about it. I have no idea why it’s not affecting you the way it’s doing to me, but I’m sure if you were in my shoes right now, you would understand why your mortal enemy is walking behind you, asking you to think about it.” I walked on in silence, my teeth grinding against each other in frustration as he kept following me up the stairs when we got to the house until I reached the door to my bedroom. “There is nothing to think about. It’s never going to happen. I give you the permission to go out and indulge with other women if you please. Goodnight.” I slammed the door in his face, and I had to admit to myself just how good it felt, understanding why Kael liked to do it to me. I figured that with the permission I had given to him to do whatever he liked because whether we liked it or not, we were not mates. We were raised in a way that made us believe the Moon Goddess could never make mistakes, but maybe this one time… What I didn’t know was that my rejection seemed to be some kind of fuel that made Kael approach me more and more, trying his hardest to pressure me to give in. “What exactly do you want from me, Mara? Is it to beg? You want me to go down on my knees and beg you because you think that’s the one way you’re going to have victory over me, is that it?” I had the urge to laugh at how serious he sounded saying that, but that was also the reason I couldn’t laugh. He was starting to make me uncomfortable with his constant pestering, and I was starting to fear that if things kept on going the way they were, he could resort to his one sure method—violence. “Kael, I don’t want you to go on your knees.” I sighed I looked up at the ceiling to rein my frustration in. “I don’t want you to anything. Just stop pressuring me to sleep with you.” “Why exactly don’t you want to do it? Are you afraid you’ll get pregnant with my child? Is that your biggest nightmare? Maybe you’re afraid my father will find out, which he won’t because neither of us will say anything to him. You’re my mate, for the Moon Goddess’ sake!” “Oh!” This time, I laughed. It was beyond funny to me now. “Now you accept that I’m your mate because you’re desperate?” I chuckled. “I told you, you can go out there and find someone to help you with this. I really am not going to do this with you, ever. You’re wasting your time, Kael.” “I have tried!” he snapped at me in frustration. “I have tried to go to other women, but they just… Each time I touched them, there was this feeling—this haunting feeling. You have no idea what’s going on with me, and I really think…” “Do you want your father to find out about this?” I asked. The immediate frown on his face made me believe that he didn’t want his father to find out about it. That was more than enough for me to turn around and grab the phone that I had hidden to stop recording. I played the sound for him for him to hear everything that had transpired between us that evening since he stepped into my room and started to pressure me again. He had a dark look in his eyes that scared me, but I acted as though it was not there. “Get out of my room, and never return here with the intention of pressuring me again. Keep yourself under control, and I’ll delete the recording. If you don’t, then I’ll just have to play this for your father and find out what he thinks about his son begging his daughter to mate with him.” I saw his hands ball into fists, and I had half a mind to delete the recording instantly. “Don’t make a foolish mistake,” he warned before turning around to walk away and slam the door shut.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 As I arose from dizziness, the sanitary, cold air slapped me. I blinked, disoriented, at my unfamiliar surroundings. It was an office, but not the kind with cushy chairs and fake plants. This one screamed money, with glass walls, pristine white floors, and medical equipment humming softly in the background. Sweat trickled down my temple as my gaze drifted to the glossy x-rays plastered on the walls, each one showcasing the intricate structure of a spinal system. The whole office reeked of antiseptic and desperation—the kind you can’t scrub away, no matter how hard you try. One particular x-ray caught my eye – the one with the dark, menacing blob looming over the T9 vertebra. That was definitely a tumor. Its presence in that particular area of the spine was a ticking time bomb. And removing the tumor would require a surgical precision that will bank on a miracle. One misstep, one miscalculation, and the consequences would be catastrophic. The patient's spinal
MARA I burst through the double doors of the operating room, my boots squeaking against the polished floor, the sound echoing like my heart pounding in my chest. The bright overhead lights reflect off the steel instruments, too clean for the mess I’m about to handle. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, but I push them aside, focusing on the task at hand. Rolan's life hangs in the balance, and I'm his only hope. The masked man's brutal cut was no accident. It was a deliberate strike, meant to inflict maximum damage. Whoever did this knew exactly where to strike. The artery, severed cleanly, had already bled out enough to make Rolan as white as a paper. My hand trembles as I put on the surgical gloves. But I don't have time for fear. Trembling won’t save him. I steel myself, grabbing the suture kit. "Clamp," I bark, and the nurse snaps to action, handing me the instrument. My hands move on instinct, threading the needle and stitching the lacerated artery with precision.
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