LOGANThe wind bit at my skin as I stood on the ridge that overlooked the training ground. Warriors were sparring there, their oaths and the clashing of steel background to the wind that had been as much a part of my own heartbeat as anything else to me. And yet, what I saw then was not normal for me—fierce and unyielding and loyal—normally filled me with pride. But pride today was like a shadow creeping into a room filled with light.Something was wrong.I'd felt it in the wind, in Isaiah's avoidance of my gaze, in the hesitant strides that stumbled whenever the King or I approached. Isaiah was a seer, a man whose visions had guided this pack to triumph and disaster. But something was wrong with him lately, something that had replaced his calm equanimity with an unbecoming expression of fear.Fear was not a weakness; it was an illness. And in a pack like ours, it could spread faster than fire.The feeling had begun festering weeks ago, growing stronger by the day. I had tried to brus
HAILEY QUINI tiptoe through the dim corridors of the packhouse, my bare feet padding softly against the cold wooden floors. The early morning light filtered dimly through the filthy-looking windows, casting long shadows that mirrored my reality—always in the background, always unseen. As I quietly prepared for my endless chores, I couldn’t help but feel that even the lowest Omegas had it better than I did. My existence wasn’t about living; it was about surviving.My body ached from yesterday’s punishments, the bruises on my ribs pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I winced as I bent to pick up a stray shoe someone had carelessly left in the hallway. It didn’t matter who dropped it; if the Luna saw it there, I would be the one blamed. That was how things always were over here. The truth didn’t matter to anyone here.I had learned long ago that speaking up only made things worse.As an orphan taken in by the Cedar pack’s Alpha and Luna after my mother’s death, I was expected to “earn
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
HAILEYAs the warriors pulled me into the thick jungle, their hands clutching me like iron chains, my legs shook. My bare feet scraped the hard ground as I stumbled over sharp pebbles and roots. Behind me, the eerie darkness of the tall trees engulfed the reassuring brightness of the neon lights of the human settlement. "Please," I pleaded in a raspy voice. "You're not understanding—" The taller warrior yelled, "Save it," in a contemptuous and icy tone. "Thomas will make the final decision regarding you." Thomas. I was overcome with terror at the mere mention of the word. As Alpha, Thomas was everything the pack admired and feared: ruthless, fiercely traditional, and uncompromising but a coward and manipulator behind it all. Defiance was not tolerated by him. My behaviour would be considered betrayal. I could hear Amenia's stern but reassuring voice stirring in my head. "Remain strong Hailey. We will overcome this. I wanted to believe her, but I was too terrified to react. It felt lik
ALPHA KING There was an unusual hush in the forest, one that made my instincts tingle. As I made my way home, the only thing I heard was the crunch of leaves beneath my boots as they dug into the soft mud of the small route. The moon shone through the above canopy, illuminating the ground with sporadic silver pools. Even though I've always been cautious, I'm nervous tonight. For weeks, rogue assaults, growing hostilities between packs, and rumours of unrest had been creating trouble. It was my duty to maintain the unity and strength of my regions. There was no room for failure. Being six feet four, I am a powerful presence that can subdue most people. My piercing green eyes looked for movement in every branch and shadow, missing nothing. Looking for movement in every branch and shadow. He had elaborate tattoos of wolves and runes engraved into his skin, around his arms and neck. They conveyed authority and a tradition inherited from his ancestors; they weren't merely ornaments. My da
HAILEYThe damp, stale air of the dungeon clung to my skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating. The cold stone walls of my cell pressed in on me, their silence only broken by the occasional drip of water somewhere in the dark. I pulled my knees to my chest, shivering, trying to keep myself together.I hadn’t eaten since they’d thrown me down here. Not that the scraps they offered could be called food. My throat was parched and my stomach hollow, but those were the least of my worries. The guards made sure of that.“You think you’re too good for the pack, huh?” one sneered, his voice rough and filled with cruelty.I didn’t answer. Experience had taught me that silence was safer.“Don’t ignore me!” His boot slammed against the bars, making them shake.I flinched but kept my mouth shut, staring at the damp floor beneath me.“Look at her,” another guard laughed. “She’s too scared to talk. The big, brave little wolfless orphan sneaking off to work with humans being reminded —she’s n
HAILEY After the dark, damp confines of the dungeon, the sunshine was blinding. I blinked against the light as my legs swayed and I entered the courtyard. I should have been relieved to be free of the confining confinement, but Thomas's persistent presence made me sick. He had snarled, his fingers clamping down too tightly on my arm as he hauled me out of the prison, "You'll work off your disgrace." And Marissa will see to that. Remind yourself that without this pack, you are still nothing. As I was led inside the pack house to meet Marissa, those words replayed in my mind. She stood in the big hall, ordering a crew of omegas to decorate for her three-day mating ceremony. The sunlight shining through the lofty building glinted on her golden hair. Through the tall windows, her presence dominated the room. Her smile curled cruelly when she looked at me. “Well, well. Our little dungeon rat cleaned up nicely,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “Hurry up Hailey, you’ve got work to
LOGANThe wind bit at my skin as I stood on the ridge that overlooked the training ground. Warriors were sparring there, their oaths and the clashing of steel background to the wind that had been as much a part of my own heartbeat as anything else to me. And yet, what I saw then was not normal for me—fierce and unyielding and loyal—normally filled me with pride. But pride today was like a shadow creeping into a room filled with light.Something was wrong.I'd felt it in the wind, in Isaiah's avoidance of my gaze, in the hesitant strides that stumbled whenever the King or I approached. Isaiah was a seer, a man whose visions had guided this pack to triumph and disaster. But something was wrong with him lately, something that had replaced his calm equanimity with an unbecoming expression of fear.Fear was not a weakness; it was an illness. And in a pack like ours, it could spread faster than fire.The feeling had begun festering weeks ago, growing stronger by the day. I had tried to brus
AARONThe city's pulse pulsed at my feet, its unconquerable beat stoking mine. I stood in my penthouse, looking out over the sweeping skyline that sparkled under the light of midnight. Down there, the world was frantic, discordant, and irrelevant. I ruled it all from where I stood—the fashion empire I had built as a cover, the intricate traps I wove, the lives I controlled at will.And none of it counted. Not really.She did.Hailey Quinn.Her name was a chant that went on in my mind, a hymn that increased its urgency with each day. I had seen her first in the reports of my spies, a shadow figure wrapped in secrets and unleashed might. And then I saw her close up. All else fell into nothingness when I looked upon her for the first time. She was not just beautiful; she was goddess-like. Potent. Destined for greatness. And she would belong to me.I padded barefoot back from the window, walking across the marble floor of my penthouse suite. The inside was a reflection of the duality of m
SELENEThe darkened room was quiet, save for the crackle of the fire in the hearth. The shadows danced on the walls of stone, their shapes shifting and distorting like the specters of my past. I stared into the flames, my mind far from their heat. Tonight's burdens weighed more heavily upon me than at any point in years.I ought to be celebrating. My strength had multiplied ten times over the past twenty years, and my name was mentioned in awe and terror across the supernatural planes. But tonight, those triumphs were bitter-tasting.She filled my mind.Hailey Quinn, the Luna Queen who was meant to bring together all kingdoms, had become something I could no longer avoid. She wasn't simply pregnant with Ryan's children—she was pregnant with a new era. The prophecy of her and the triplets sent shivers down my spine. If she won, my well-laid plans would be destroyed, and all I'd accomplished would amount to nothing.But my thoughts were interrupted by a voice that caused me to shiver ev
ISAIAHNight fell over the grove, dark and dense. The stillness was so absolute it felt unnatural—like the world was holding its breath waiting for something to occur. I sat on the edge of the pack's sacred grove, the crescent moon casting silver streams of light in the clearing. Most would be reassured by this stillness, but not me. Peace was a stranger, and it came to me with its own sort of pain. My sight, this damn "blessing," was to protect and guide the pack. But tonight, the visions abandoned the future, dragging me into the past.Her face flashed before my mind, as it always did when the world grew too quiet. Selene.Her name came into my head like a chant, silky and sugary but weighted with grief. A blessing, a curse, and whatever you want. I shut my eyes and the recollections came spilling forward.It was a summer evening, one of those idyllic instances when day lingers around for a minute longer as if the sun is reluctant to let go. That is when I first laid eyes on her—sta
LUCYThe forest was alive with whispers, a haunting melody that wove through the trees, urging me forward. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of my desires and the promises I was about to make pressing down on me. My heart thundered in my chest as I approached the familiar clearing, the air thick with the scent of herbs and smoke.Selene’s lair was shrouded in darkness, an ominous glow emanating from the entrance. The witch’s power hung in the air, palpable and suffocating. I hesitated at the threshold, my hand trembling as I pushed the heavy wooden door open.How Marissa thought I'd simply sit around and watch as I lost everything I don’t know. How is it possible that now Ryan will be killed? What happens to me then? If I can have Ryan I must attain power and attain Thomas. I won't lose in everything “Selene,” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering flames of black candles scattered throug
LOGANEverything was going well and fine at the packhouse; Hailey and Ryan had finally mated, making her a full-fledged queen like she was meant to be. I know she's mad, but she'd forgive our King eventually. I smiled as I remembered how he had ordered us all to our mates.It's morning, and suddenly, while making rounds, my wolf becomes unsteady emotionally. I could feel Flora grieving, and as I tried to look into it, I was mindlinked to get to the borders, rogues attacked, and my daughter was dead. I immediately crouch down and run along in my wolf form; getting there I notice Ryan, Flora and some pack members then I see the shield around Hailey, she's holding my lifeless daughter in her arms and there's a light busting from her palm into Alexia, her red hair is all over her face, her eyes electrifying then suddenly my beautiful baby girl sneezes and I collapse instantly, how she did it I don't know but she's brought my baby back to life and at this point I'm close to being hysterica
SELENA My lair smelt of magic and incense, with the sweet metallic tang of blood mingled with the scent of burning sage. My brew was churning in emerald and black hues as my kettle bubbled gently. In an attempt to find an explanation for the chaos that was developing within the supernatural community, I looked into the raging depths. Then, as though in reaction to what I was thinking, the soft knock reverberated throughout the cave. I screamed, "Enter," my voice resonating off the stone walls. With tentative feet and angry eyes, Marissa stepped inside. In contrast to her normally calm demeanour, she seemed dishevelled. She had apparent bruises on her perfect skin, and her energy had a raw edge that she was unable to hide. She said, "Selene," in a hoarse voice.I leaned back in my chair with my hands folded in my lap and said, 'Marissa. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?' She paused, looking around the room as if anticipating a trap. 'You know why I'm here', she finally said sh
HAILEYTwo months had passed since the Ryan shoot, but the memory of it lingered in my mind like a catchy earworm song. Every moment of that day was an unspoken vow between us—a raw, shocking connection that both of us could not escape. Now, as I strolled through one of Ryan's chain stores, I was just as much the woman that I had become: fierce, powerful, and unbreakable.Flora accompanied me, my fiery red hair cascading in waves down my back. My combat boots clattered off the marble floor, and my leather jacket fit loosely over her shoulder. She was a hurricane, unrepentant and flashy, and her brashness was catching with her own dark, dark black hair."See," I said, holding the thin black dress against my body, "I could do this. With some thigh-high boots, I'll have to be gorgeous."She laughed, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of a red dress. "They're already drooling over you, Hailey. You don't need the dress."I smiled, bending the dress over my arm. "That's true, but a
RYANThe sound of my fists pounding out the rhythm on the heavy bag echoed through the gym, with every strike ringing around the space. My arms and chest were slick with sweat, and every movement caused my muscles to ripple. Metal, labour, and the faint vestiges of my wolf's ancient might hung in the air. This was à therapy session for me and not training. Every jab and every uppercut was a comfort. I wasn't satisfied even though the punching bag swung wildly beneath my attack. I grabbed the chain, reshaped my stance, and attacked again. I was incited by every thought of betrayal and every gossiping rumour that Hailey was injured. My nurturing instinct expanded and became more bestial when I knew she was carrying my pups inside her. No one dares to encroach on her like my world does.The repeated battering of my fists was broken by Logan's yell, "Alpha," and I came out of my daze. Standing at the door as calmly as ever, his presence was, however, not to be ignored. "What's it?" I snar