Amethysta came to her room after having dinner. She didn't even talk to her father properly making Patrick suspicious of her thoughts yet he was worried about his daughter who was lost in her thoughts nowadays. She paced front and forth in her room, her heart heavy with longing. "Why hasn't he shown up again?" She whispered to herself. "Did I do something wrong?"Tears welled up in Amethysta's eyes as she rushed to him, her voice trembling. "I thought he would be different. He is also like others. Did he find that I am not like them?""If I was a werewolf, he would have taken another glance at me... I... I am worthless, Ain't I?" She asked herself and despised that she was a human for the first time. No one ever wavered her heart as Icarus did. She was somewhat attracted to that foreign guy who showed up only a countable number of times. Amethysta lay in her bed, her heart still trembling in pain whenever she thought of her days with Icarus. Or you can say her hours with him. As she
The next day, it was Amethysta's weekend holiday. She awoke later than usual, her sleep having been restless the previous night. After getting herself ready, she descended the staircase and entered the living area. There, she found her father, waiting for her.Patrick looked up from the book he had been reading, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her.Amethysta returned the smile, feeling a sense of comfort in her father's presence. "Morning, Dad," she replied. "Did you wait long?"Patrick shook his head. "Not at all, Ami. I was just enjoying the peace. How did you sleep?" Patrick dramatically said. Amethysta chuckled and hesitated for a moment, then decided not to share. "It was good."Patrick's concern deepened seeing his daughter's fluttering eyelids and the fingers that were snapping now and then. "Okay, why don't we make the most of your weekend holiday? Is there anything you'd like to do today?"Amethysta thought for a moment, a glimmer of exc
Amethysta followed Dr. Alaric Leone, as he led her through the lab's intricate maze of experiments and equipment. With every step, he explained the various facets of their research in a way that was both engaging and informative. She was so indulged while looking at the equipment and everything. For a moment, she thought of studying Research. Alaric's words almost bewitched her. "We're exploring the boundaries of werewolf characteristics. So that we could help in the genetic disorders related to glands," Alaric began. "These tanks you saw earlier are our only hope to let those kids survive."Amethysta listened, captivated by his words. A moment ago, he was flirty but when it came to research, he explained well. Amethysta wondered what kind of spell it was. Alaric looked so different while explaining everything. As they moved from one experiment to the next, Alaric's explanations became more intricate. She was silently hearing everything, observing well. Soon, they reached the resti
"Can I ask you something if you don't mind?" Alaric asked to keep Amethysta on guard for unknown reasons. She could feel that he was going to ask something related to her form. "You are human, aren't you?" His question shook her world. She looked at Alaric with her doe eyes and her hand instinctively shot to the back of her neck. Her fingers brushed lightly over her skin as she exchanged a wide-eyed, perplexed glance with him. His gaze focused on the spot where the invisible gland was supposed to be. "Among the unique traits of werewolves is a gland at the back of their necks. It's an indicator of their heritage. But as I see, you don't have one. I just had a wild guess."Amethysta's heart raced, and a feeling of vulnerability washed over her. She had kept her true identity hidden for so long, and now it seemed that Alaric had uncovered her secret just in one glance. Alaric's expression softened seeing Amethysta's vulnerable expression as he said, "I'm not here to judge or expose a
Patrick couldn't help but chuckle at Alaric's naughty behavior. A mild exasperation tugged at the corners of his lips. Patrick looked at Amethysta who was having a smile on her lips seeing her father and Alaric. He appreciated how Alaric made her smile. It was a good thing that Patrick brought Amethysta here. Or else she would have locked herself up in the room and become more depressed. "Alright, you two," he interjected with a wry smile, "enough of that for now. How about we have lunch?"Amethysta and Alaric exchanged knowing glances before nodding in agreement. It was time to set aside conversations and playful teasing for a while and enjoy a meal together as a student, mentor, and new friend.As they made their way to the dining area, Patrick felt a sense of contentment. He cherished the moments when his daughter and his student could share laughter and conversation, even if it occasionally veered into the realm of playful teasing. After a satisfying lunch, Alaric excused himsel
As the clock struck seven, Patrick glanced at his daughter, Amethysta, who was there once again engrossed in the experiments they were doing. "Ready to go, sweetheart?" he asked with a smile.Amethysta nodded, her eyes beamed "Can we stop for ice cream, Dad?"Chuckling, Patrick agreed, "Sure thing, but just one scoop today." Patrick took off his white coat and the glass. Amethysta got up from her seat. "Bye, Mr Leone." Amethysta teasingly waved her hands and Alaric shook his head unbelievably. What a naughty girl she was. But when he first saw her, she was dull and absent-minded. "Bye-bye, Miss Elf... Don't forget to message me." Alaric winked at her, making her jolted up in her place. She looked at Parick who was already looking at her. She chuckled nervously while shooting a glare at Alaric. Alaric laughed loudly, making her dumbfounded. "Let's go, Dad... I don't want to talk to this flirty king..." She pouted, pulling her dad along with her. Patrick nodded at Alaric and walked
The weekend had ended, and Monday signalled the beginning of another week filled with mundane classes. Patrick dropped Amethysta off at her college before heading off to his own responsibilities.Amethysta was about to make her way to her first class when Eira spotted her and enthusiastically draped her arm around Amethysta's shoulder."Hey, baby! How was your weekend?" Eira asked. "Hi, Uncle... Good morning." Eira smiled widely. "Good morning, How are you, Eira?" Patrick greeted her and asked. "Great, Uncle... Now I am taking your precious daughter with me." Saying that Eira pulled Amethysta with her. They walked together into the college campus with a giggling sound echoed throughout the place. "I asked you about your weekend. But look at you, you didn't say anything." Eira pouted, being moody all of a sudden. "It was alright, Eira. Just the usual." Amethysta failed to notice the change in Eira's action."Well, let's make this Monday a little less ordinary, then!" Eira's mood w
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Why do you smell like freshly cut lemon and mint?""Is this freshly cut lemon scent your pheromones?" she asked, looking at Icarus. She must know the truth today or else she couldn't sleep. Icarus had an unreadable expression on his face. He knew why she was asking since his younger brother hadn't used the artificial pheromones yesterday. "Yes, it is. Why do you ask?" He made a clueless face making her heart sink In pain. Why would he conceal his pheromones? Amethysta's gaze sharpened as she continued, "You know you deceived me. Don't you have anything to explain?" Her eyes narrowed. "I can smell the difference, Icarus. This scent... it's real, but there's another one, a fake one. Why would you use fake pheromones?"Icarus sighed. He expected this day to come but because of their carelessness, they got caught before that. Icarus's gaze lingered on the tranquil lake, and he took a deep breath. "I had to conceal my pheromones when I cam
"The final exams are coming, we should focus on our studies." Isabella leaned on the bench with a loud huff. Just a few minutes ago only, the professor informed the students of the students. Amethysta's fingers flee across the mobile, texting someone. "And we are going to finish the college already." She murmured. "After exams, I'm gonna go out with Mateo on his business trip." Eira was thinking of the plan already since Mateo had told her about the new business proposal from East Land, even though it was unusual since no one ever made any collaboration with East Land. Since they were named for how cruelty. Eira was unaware of the latter information. She was just happy about a journey with Mateo. Meanwhile, Amethysta couldn't shake off the feeling that something really bad was going to happen. "I'm really jealous of you." Isabella pouted. The duo chuckled at how dramatic the college belle was. "Isabella, Professor Zephyr is calling you." One of the classmate shouted from the class
The twins' expressions changed into something they couldn't explain. It was true that they had a hunch that their mother was alive somewhere. But Samuel's words gave a small spark in their hope. "Are you sure about it?" Isaias grabbed Samuel's collar, bringing him to his feet. "Open your damn mouth, Bastard.""I'm... I'm not sure, but that day she escaped from us, and we couldn't find her. Moreover, the direction she escaped, Patrick's lab is located in that direction. We tried to break in, but he didn't let us. And all these years, we couldn't enter his lab even though we did all the dirty things," Isaias's grip slipped, and Samuel fell on the floor with a loud thud. The twins thought Patrick had an important role in their mother's death, but it was the most crucial clue they had got. Their mother might be alive and the scientist might be researching her. Millions of unwanted thoughts fogged their mind. Icarus gave a small squeeze on his brother's shoulder and whispered. "We will
"David was dead, Master." The man in black informed, hung his head down, facing the satisfied twins in front of them. "So, explain me, how was he when he was dying?" Isaias slightly leaned his head on the wall, overlapping his hand on his firm chest. "He was starved....," The man's explanation was stopped by Icarus. The man's body wasn't trembling as he was started to explain what he had been witnessing. The man continued. "He was strong at first. He fought against it. But no one can fight hunger for long." He paused, fixing his eyes on Icarus, The latter's lips formed a mischievous smile as the man's eyes met him. "I did a job of giving him a scraps—small bits of bread, a spoonful of watery soup, and just enough water to stop him from dying of thirst. He ate it Slowly. Desperately."Again, the satisfied expression plastered on the twins' face. Even though they weren't here to witness David's slow dying, one of the people who framed their innocent mother. "At first," the man said,
"Drag that witch out!"The command rang out in the silent night as Dareen opened the door by the sound of continuous. A group of people barged into his home, grabbing his wife and claiming it was under the pack leader's orders."Luther, what are you doing?" Dareen shouted, trying to run after them.Before he could take another step, someone kicked his knees, forcing him to fall. Rough hands pinned him to the ground."Let me go, you bastards!" he yelled, struggling, but it was no use.His eyes frantically searched the group until they landed on a face he knew all too well. Betrayal hit him like a blow."Jonathan," he said, his voice breaking. "How could you do this to me? I'm your brother, and she's your sister-in-law!"Tears filled Dareen's eyes as pain and disbelief consumed him. His own family had turned against him.A scream broke through the chaos-his wife's voice, full of fear and agony, as the pack dragged her away."Dareen, help me!" Hannah cried out. "Get your filthy hands of
"You shouldn't be here and Shouldn't talk to her." A hoarse voice echoed behind Icarus causing him frown. His bright smile faded away, annoyance reflected well on his face. Icarus turned to face the owner of the voice, There he was, Mateo Nicolas. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Why should I hear you? She is my woman and I've all right on her." Icarus proudly spoke. "Your woman? Aren't your dream going out of hands, Icarus Dempsey?" "What do you want?" Rubbing his temples, Icarus made an attempt to leave the place. "Does she know about why you are here? There are hushed whispers of some words, the Dempsey twins are back for revenge. Isn't it true? So why don't you just focus on your shits rather than chasing our pack's omega."Icarus scoffed, eyes flaring the hate. "Or you might be taking advantage of an innocent girl" Icarus grabbed Mateo's collar, blood rushing to his head. "Temptation of the fresh omega, Are you that much eager to let her laid? Or planning to share her with your twin." Icarus wa
"It was a close call, you know. I thought she heard my conversation with Joseph." Isaias pulled up his hair, groaning hardly at the person in front of him. Icarus calmly replied, "Be happy that she didn't hear anything. I don't want her to get suspicious about us, and we had to deal with the Patrick thing as well." "Yeah! You are right." Isaias flopped on the couch, eyes closing tiredly. --------------------------Amethysta sat on the edge of her bed, her heart sinking into the pit of darkness. Patrick had just told her something she never thought she would hear."Luther proposed a marriage," he said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. "He wants you to marry Laurent."The room had fallen silent after that. Amethysta stared at her father, speechless for a moment, her mind racing. Her heart couldn't cope with what she had heard, almost staggered. "I didn’t agree to it right away," he continued after a pause, rubbing the back of his neck, fully frustrated by the sudden proposal.
Isaias leaned against the wall of the mall, a smirk tugging at his lips as he thanked Joseph over the phone. “Dropping those bodies in front of Luther’s house was genius. You did an amazing work, Joseph.”He chuckled, satisfied with the chaos he had helped to create. But just as he was about to say more, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. His smirk vanished as he turned, his eyes widening in surprise.It was Amethysta, standing right in front of him. She stood there, an innocent look on her face, clearly unaware of the conversation she had just interrupted. Isaias immediately hung up the phone, slipping it into his pocket as fast as he could.“Princess,” he greeted her with a forced smile, his voice warm but slightly tight. “What are you doing here?”She tilted her head. “I was just shopping with my friends. What about you? I was surprised when I saw you here.” Even though Amethysta didn't hear the conversation Isaias had, his voice drew her towards him, And the solicitude famil
Icarus dropped the curtain and stepped away from the window, running a hand through his hair. His eyes flicked toward the mess outside, the bloodstains on the ground, and the mangled body of the feral alpha lying lifeless. He sighed, pulling out his phone and scrolling to Joseph’s contact. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight, but there was no choice. His father couldn’t see this.After a few rings, Joseph picked up.“Icarus? Do you need something? At this hour?” Joseph’s voice was groggy as if he'd been woken up.“There’s been... an incident outside the house,” Icarus said, with an edge of frustration. “A feral alpha showed up. It's dead now, but there's a mess, and I need someone to clean it up before morning. My father can’t see this when he steps outside.”There was a pause on the other end, and Icarus could almost hear Joseph processing the situation and the rustling sound as if he got up from the bed abruptly. "What the hell? Was that Luther's work? If that is
It had been more than a week since the police department had called back the regular patrols around the city. The streets felt different now, heavier with fear. The feral alpha wolves were multiplying at an alarming rate, feeding the fear in the neighbourhood. The once-safe streets were now dangerous, especially at night, and everyone was on edge about this matter. People were scared, too scared to leave their homes after sunset.Luther hadn’t said a word about the growing threat as he was the one who withdrew the police from the patrolling. It was odd. And the twins knew what he was up to, sending the ferals for them, to kill them, maybe more than that. That evening, the street was quieter than usual. An eerie silence had settled over the place, the kind that prickled the skin and sent shivers down your spine. The streets were empty, the occasional stray dogs barking in the distance. There was a growling sound, low and deep, barely audible but unmistakable to anyone who knew what