HAILEYThe packhouse hovered above me, its shadow stretching across the worn stone path as I mounted the creaking stairs; the weight of the laundry basket tugged at my arms, heavy with the scent of detergent, damp fabric, and bleach that clung to my skin. It was as if the building lived and breathed through its thick walls and heavy beams, exuding an unshakable power weighing upon me like a cage of a reminder of my place within this space of elitism.None of the clothes in the basket belonged to me. They never did. My days had turned into a monotonous cycle of scrubbing floors, folding linens, and tending to tasks nobody else would touch. It wasn't just work; it was a prison. And the walls felt closer ànd suffocating every day. Hope looks like such an impossible fantasy.But something was off today. The air vibrated with tension, an èlectric feeling I couldn't quite place. The source? Marissa Devaro. The pack had spent weeks preparing for her arrival, and now she was here—Thomas's cho
HAILEY Late one evening, as I gazed at the fissures in my small room's ceiling, the idea struck me. After Marissa's most recent act of cruelty and the pack's unrelenting disdain, the familiar weight of powerlessness weighed against my chest more than before. I was no longer able to do it. The packhouse was a jail, not a home, with its high walls and oppressive regulations. I would waste away, invisible and unloved, if I stayed. However, fleeing was insufficient. I had to find a way to live. I had heard rumours of the human settlement outside the pack's domain. People constantly seemed to need labourers for jobs that didn't need a lot of thought. I could save money and establish a life apart from here if I could find employment.I needed a way to survive, though, and I had heard rumours of a human town just outside the pack's territory. Humans seemed to always need workers for jobs that didn't ask too many questions, so if I could find work, I could save up and start a life far away f
HAILEY As the warriors pulled me into the thick jungle, their hands closing around me like steel chains, my legs shook. My bare feet dragged against the coarse ground as I stumbled over sharp pebbles and roots. The foreboding shadow of the huge trees behind me engulfed the reassuring light of the neon lamps of the human settlement. "Please," I prayed in a raspy voice. "You're not getting—" The taller warrior cut in, "Save it," disdainfully and in a frigid tone. "Thomas will determine what to do with you." Thomas. I was horrified at the mere mention of the word. As Alpha, Thomas represented everything the pack feared and obeyed: ruthless, adamantly traditional, and unbending but a coward and manipulator behind it. Disobedience was never tolerated by him. My actions would be betrayal. I could sense Amenia's stern but reassuring voice awakening in my mind. "Stay strong Hailey. We will get through this. I wanted to believe her, but I was too scared to answer. I felt as if I was marching t
ALPHA KING There was an eerie stillness in the woods, one that pricked at my senses. Walking home, there was only the quiet of leaves being pushed aside by my boots as they sank into the soggy mud of the narrow path. The moon broke through the canopy above, lighting the ground in sporadic silver puddles. Though I've always been vigilant, I'm nervous tonight. Widespread attacks, escalating tensions between packs, and rumors of rebellions had been playing havoc for weeks. It was my duty to keep my territories tight and unified. I could not fail. I stood at six feet four and was a commanding presence that could scare off most men. My penetrating green eyes swept every shadow and twig for movement and detected nothing. Pursuing movement in every branch and darkness. He wore complex tattoos of wolves and runes carved onto his skin, coiled around his neck and arms. They conveyed power and a heritage handed down from his ancestors; they were not baubles. My black pants were drawn up into stu
HAILEY I'm stunned because I am finally leaving this pack in the dust; I am no longer going to be resented, abused, left behind, or abandoned. It sounds so remote and utopian, and while I'm In the Cidar pack, though, nothing ever remained uncomplicated for very long. I entered the kitchen and received a drink of water since I was thirsty. It was hard to move away from Ryan since he was looking at me but was talking to his beta, so I slipped away since it was the right time, but now it is too quiet, so it's becoming an unfavorable time. I shook violently the moment I caught sight of Thomas before even speaking. "Hailey," he whispered gently as he moved into my line of sight. Fearful, I stood still with a pounding heart. My heart pounds irregularly and my hands perspire. "Pardon me, Alpha Thomas," I breathed softly, trying to stay calm. He did not stir. He leaned forward, his mouth curling into a smile. "Little Omega, you've kicked up quite the dust. The Alpha King wants you. Think you
HAILEY The light after the dark, soggy confinement of the dungeon was overwhelming. I blinked at the light as my legs staggered and I walked into the courtyard. I ought to have been thankful to be out of the constricting captivity, but Thomas's constant presence made me sick. He had growled, his hands too tight on my arm as he yanked me from prison, "You'll earn your shame." And Marissa will see to it. Do not forget that without this pack, you are nothing. Those words were still going through my head as I was ushered in to see Marissa inside the pack house. She stood in the big hall, directing a team of omegas to hang decorations for her three-day mating celebration. The sunlight pouring through the giant building sparkled on her blond locks. Through the tall windows, her dominance permeated the room. Her smile turned cruel as she looked at me. "Well, well. Our little dungeon rat cleaned himself up," she said, with her voice tinged with sarcasm. Rush up Hailey, you have work to do." I
RYANThe mating ceremony preparations continued around me the next day, the pack buzzing with energy. Marissa’s wolves moved about in organized chaos, ensuring every detail of the event was perfect. But none of it mattered. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, clawing for release and completely distorted, and I couldn't figure out why since my ability to regulate my emotions has always been perfect.The scent of my mate lingered like a ghost, faint but undeniable. It clung to the air, and worse, it clung to Flora.Logan stood beside me, his shoulders tense. He hadn’t left Flora’s side since our arrival, and the conflicted look on his face mirrored my turmoil.“Alpha,” he said, his voice low as he glanced at Flora. “We need to talk.”I nodded sharply. “Not here. Follow me.”Flora’s eyes darted between us nervously, but she didn’t resist as Logan guided her away from the crowd. We entered a quiet room in the packhouse, the hum of the preparations fading behind the closed door.“Expla
RYAN The last day of the mating ceremony was a grandiose spectacle, with the pack bustling in preparation for the grand feast and the air humming with anticipation. However, I didn't care about any of that; all I could think about was Hailey. Her words from the night before resonated in my head: Wolfless, Outcast, Dangerous, Lies, everything. I didn't need to see her to know the truth; the subtle hint of her scent that pervaded Flora told me that Hailey wasn't just my mate; she was special, and she was here, somewhere, waiting for me to find her. I spent the morning observing the pack, noting the careful balance of power Marissa had over the omegas and their deference to Thomas. Although it was obvious who was in charge of this pack, their dominion would soon come to an end. It was a sumptuous feast. Silver goblets filled with wine, platters of enough food to feed an army, and elaborate floral arrangements decorated the long tables. Their faces lit up with joy, and the pack assembled
RYANAgony.It started as a dull ache, a pressure in my ribs, then spread like wildfire throughout my entire body. It was like some thing had been wrapped around my soul—tight, choking, unyielding—and now it was being ripped away.I gasped, my head spinning, my muscles freezing as I collapsed onto the cold, wet stone beneath me. The chains that had bound me all these years clattered against the floor, and suddenly—air was mine.The spell was broken.I balled my fists, the rush of power surging back into my veins, my wolf snarling inside me, at last released after months of being suppressed and quiet. I drew in a deep breath, the stale air of my imprisonment now mixed with something else—power. A commanding, familiar, and unbreakable presence.Hailey.She did it.I let out a whoop of breathless laughter, my lips spreading in a savage grin. My mate had broken the spell. And that left only one possibility—anyone who'd placed it there was dead.Athena.I could feel it, the traces of her m
THOMASThe scent of blood and power hung heavy in the air. I floated through the garden like a specter, in fast, striking hard.Jackson didn't have time to blink before my fist hit his ribcage, and he reeled back into the stone table. His wine glass shattered against it, crimson liquid spreading across the ground like blood.He coughed, rolling onto his side, but I didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. I launched myself at him again, claws extended—A shock of energy struck my side.I was knocked back, crashing through a stone pillar before I landed on the ground with a grunt. Fire coursed through me, but I didn't have time to register it. I leapt up onto my feet as Adrian appeared in front of me, fangs bared.“You’re either stupid or desperate,” he hissed. “Attacking us here?”I wiped blood from my mouth and grinned. “A little of both.”Jermaine and Jaden were already flanking me, their wolves prowling just beneath the surface. Aurora stood behind them, golden eyes glowing, h
AURORA" Damn Auntie, you certainly are queen."I looked at her.At Her.The Queen of All Species. The Unbreakable. The one whose name carried the legends' weight and whispered fear into the hearts of the enemy.And yet, up until this time, I had never truly seen her.Hailey between the dying sparks of magic, power still snapping in the air like a tempest that will not be silenced. Light and darkness curled about her as though the universe knew whom it was dealing with. Outside, wind howled, but inside was only silence—thickness, gagging, wonder-struck silence.I had believed myself strong beforehand. But facing her there, looking at her after what had just transpired between us, I realized something profound."I see now," I gasped, my words struggling to come above the still-pulsing magic.Those eyes turned upon me—aged, knowing, unreadable.I gulped, perspiration tickling against my skin. "I understand why every mighty ruler wanted you as his wife."It wasn't her power, though that
HAILEYThe moon rode high in the sky, dropping a chill silver light across the castle grounds. I rested my arms against the railing on the balcony's edge, drawing in deep gulps of the night air. My hands grasped the railing tightly as I fought to suppress the fury simmering in my blood. Ryan was lost. Athena had cursed him. And that could mean only one thing—tonight, we hunted.Behind me, Aurora stepped forward, her golden eyes burning with determination. She had not spoken a word since the devastation in the war room, but now there was a tempest raging inside of her, quietly. Her wolf was restless, hungry for revenge."Ready?" I asked.Aurora nodded, rolling her shoulders. "More than ready."I turned and moved towards the door. We did not need an army to accomplish this. This was a personal matter. Athena had crossed a line, and she would suffer the consequences.As we strode through the castle corridors, the torches along the stone walls started to dance furiously, reacting to the s
JADENThe air in the war room was so tight you could strangle on it.Jermaine sat at one end of the long wooden table, folded arms crossed over his chest, face immobile. Jackson was leaning back in his chair, scowling as he beat a single, slow finger against the armrest. I couldn't sit still, pacing up and down the length of the room like a caged animal.The silence had lingered for too long.Then Jermaine finally spoke."We must discuss the prophecy."Jackson mocked. "Now you're interested in it?"Jermaine's eyes narrowed. "I've always been interested."I stopped pacing, spinning around to face them both. "Then why do you sound like you're only bringing this up now?" I snapped. "Ryan—our dad—is missing. Can't we be more worried about finding him rather than arguing about some prophecy that's been hanging over our heads since we were born?"Jermaine expelled a rough breath, gazing at me as if I were being silly. "We're not dealing with any prophecy here, Jaden. This one tells us that
ALEXIAThe weight of it all descended upon me the moment I stepped into my chambers. I had barely a breath, a thought, a chance to untangle the chaos that was occurring around us. It was as if the world had decided to come apart at the seams, and we were all just trying not to fall into the abyss.I perched on the edge of the bed, my fingers jammed against my temples. Hailey, Thomas, Isaiah, Jaden, Athena, Flora—too many pieces in motion, too many threats lurking in the background. And in the middle of it all, I was supposed to be stronger, smarter, more capable than I was.My fingers curled into fists. Isaiah.He had looked… tired. No, not just tired—drained. His presence, usually so steady and enigmatic, had been unraveling before my eyes. And Jaden—he had wanted answers, but the anger in his eyes had been too much, too un contained. If I had not intervened, I had no idea what would have happened.I got up and left the room, my strides quick and determined. There was no time for bro
THOMASThe stench of sweat and blood clung thick in the air as I stepped into the dungeon, the torches flickering to send leaping shadows across the cold stone walls.Bound to the heavy chains screwed into the floor was Connor, self-proclaimed King of Bears. His massive frame rested forward, but even in chains, he was a giant—a monster barely restrained. The fool had actually tried to attack me. Big mistake.His amber eyes snapped to mine as I entered, brimming with raw fury. Good.I had wanted him angry.I had wanted him desperate.Because desperation made men stupid. And stupid men made mistakes."You've finally risen to confront me, coward?" Connor swore, blood frothing on his lips. He strained at the chains, testing their limits, muscles distending. "I should have known you'd creep back to this world. Only vermin won't lie still dead."I smiled and approached him. "Watch it, Connor. Warnings aren't going to get you out of this one."His laugh was low and guttural. "Save me? From y
JADENI stormed into Isaiah's rooms without knocking, the door slamming against the wall so hard I'm certain I heard the wood crack. The old man didn't even flinch. He sat in his usual spot, hunched over a table littered with scrolls and books, candlelight playing on his face like flickering fire.He didn't even look up.I didn't have time for his riddles or his ancient sage advice.I needed answers."Where is he?" I growled, advancing. "Where is my father?" Mother was slipping, she's acting like she's fine but she's not. Her mate is missing yet the weight of the entire species lies on her. She'd crash and when she does it won't be pretty so before she does, we need to find him first.Isaiah finally looked up, his face unreadable, as though he had been waiting for this. His silver eyes looked at me, calm, indulgent, as though my fury was but a storm that would blow over.I know you can see things others can't," I went on, my voice low and threatening. "So don't tell me you don't know.
HAILEYThe palace was still.Moonlight streamed through my chamber window, casting silver streaks on the marble floor. The weight of duty pressed on my chest, heavier than the blankets strewn over me. Sleep had been a fleeting luxury, stolen in brief moments between crises, but tonight, exhaustion finally claimed me.Or so I thought.A shift in the air caused a shiver to trickle down my spine. My wolf roused, a low growl thrumming in the recesses of my mind, but I did not stir. I had learned long ago to recognize when I was being watched.A presence lingered in the room.Gradually, I opened my eyes.He was at the foot of my bed.Thomas.I had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. All those years, and he had not changed—same pointed jaw, same frigid eyes that once looked at me with warmth and then, something darker.For a moment, I was hurled back through time, to a version of myself who had loved him, once dreamed of a future with him. And then the reality slammed into me like a tida