I stood at the edge of the cliff, the roaring waves below mirroring the storm inside me. The wind whipped around my face, carrying the scent of salt and something intangible—something that felt like change. Dominic was behind me, his footsteps crunching against the gravel, deliberate but hesitant, as though he feared breaking the fragile thread of our connection."Elise," he called, his voice steady despite the wind's resistance.I didn't turn immediately. For too long, I'd been a storm contained within myself, but now the dam was breaking. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, though the wind dried them almost instantly. Finally, I turned to face him. Dominic stood there, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, his eyes filled with something I hadn't seen in weeks—hope."Why did you follow me?" I asked, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.His gaze softened, and he stepped closer. "Because I can't let you walk away. Not like this. Not without knowing
The first few days after Dominic’s proposal felt surreal. Like waking up in a dream, not quite believing that the nightmare of misunderstandings, doubts, and heartbreak had finally ended. Every time I glanced at the ring glimmering on my finger, a thrill of disbelief shot through me. Dominic was mine—no half-measures, no holding back. And I was his.This morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains of his—no, our—bedroom. The scent of coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from the bouquet he’d surprised me with last night. Dominic was already up, probably brewing that coffee, and I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped myself in one of his oversized shirts, inhaling the comforting scent of him as I made my way to the kitchen. There he was, hair disheveled, wearing a plain white tee and grey sweats, looking like he’d stepped out of one of my favorite daydreams.“Morning,” he greeted, his smile warm as he handed m
“Happy Birthday, my dearest Harold,” I whispered to myself, practicing the line I would say as I clutched the gift tighter. A luxury watch, engraved with my hubby’s name. Today was the birthday of my husband, Harold Gutcheri, the alpha of the Clawstone pack, a famous pack here in Nebraska. I remembered the time when I was told by my beta father that I would become the next Luna of the pack once Harold ascends the position of the Alpha.It was a quick wedding that took off between our families, and even our mating ceremony happened not before long. It was just that, every single time we make love, nothing passionate ever comes out of it. Harold always ends up reaching his climax quickly before I could even cum. There are moments when I question myself if I was even good enough for my husband, which was why right now, I want to try and persuade him to make love with me again after I give him his birthday gift.Elation came within me as I returned to our house with the small box in my
A day after I walked out of that house, leaving Harold and his bitch mistress in their elicit affair. The sting of Harold’s rejection still lingered within me, but the weight that had lifted from my chest was undeniable. I realized that I was finally free despite how the pain from his rejection still simmered just below the surface. And it was that kind of hurt that led me straight to my bestfriend’s place, Wella, with a bottle of vodka in my hand and I was all ready to drown my sorrows with the only person in the world who would certainly understand what I was going through.“He did fucking what?” Wella practically screeched as her eyes grew exaggeratingly wide. I could see the disbelief in her expression as I told her all about what I saw earlier. “I can’t believe that motherfucker was using you this whole time for his own gain?”I quickly nodded while I felt the burn of embarrassment crept up my cheek. "Yep, I was too naive to realize that earlier, Harold had just used me like a
As Wella went to take a morning shower, I was left at the living area having some headache on what I should do. My phone rested in my trembling hand, its screen black, as I paced the room while my heart kept pounding in my chest. The weight of Dominic’s last message hung over me like a dark cloud. ‘The lingerie looks good. Even more good if I show it to Alpha Harold.’My breath hitched at the memory of the message. I just made a terrible and most dumbest mistake—a drunken, foolish mistake to be exact—and now I was at the mercy of a beta who clearly knew how to exploit my fear with just one respond. Panic quickly clawed my throat, and the gnawing dread that my husband learn of what I did, of how I sent those pictures to Dominic by mistake made me scared to the bones. My thoughts raced, scrambling for a way out, but every option seemed to collapse under the weight of Dominic’s simple but dreadful threat.While I was deep in my thought, my phone suddenly rang, snapping me back to the r
The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, as I was surprised to see him already standing before me when I turned around around.“I want an answer, Elisse. You can’t leave this room without agreeing with me.” Dominic replied.I tried to back away from him but he quickly curled his arms around my waist and blocking my attempt to keep some distance between us.“Why are you doing this? Huh? Why are you hitting on me, Dominic?” I pushed him away, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “You know I’m Harold’s mate. Your alpha! What kind of loyalty is that?” I had to lie despite the fact that Harold had already rejected me.His lips twisted into a smirk, and I could see a challenge flicker in his eyes. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it? You think he deserves you?”I folded my arms, frustrated. “Harold has his flaws, but he’s still my mate.” I lied again.“Flaws? The Alpha’s a complete idiot to make you feel like you’re not wanted and compelled you to do such things,” Dominic shot back
DOMINIC’S POVOne day ago…The night wrapped around me like a comforting shroud as I retired to my room. The dim glow of the full moon spilled through the window, casting soft shadows across my bed. I sank into the cool sheets, ready to let the day’s exhaustion take over, damn that Alpha Harold had me taken care of meeting up with the elders again when it was supposed to be his business. And just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table.“What the hell could he want again?” I murmured, reaching for the device thinking it was Harold once more.The screen lit up, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the flood of notifications. Suddenly, curiosity washed over me as most of the messages were from a person I least expect to message me—Luna Elisse.To my confusion, all of it were image attachment.And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but s
The air between us felt thick with intensity as Dominic’s lips traced a line down my neck, igniting a rush of shivers that I couldn’t control. I wanted to protest, to push him away. Yet the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes captured mine with a fierce possession, scattered my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of his presence.His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my chin, lifting it until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were a shade darker, feral but calculating, assessing. “You put yourself in danger back there, Elisse.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Do you even realize what could have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”I fought for my voice, though I could still feel the weight of his touch, holding me captive. “I didn’t… think things would get out of hand,” I stammered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, it had started as an attempt to reclaim some sense of control, to rebel against the quiet neglect Harold left behind. But now, under Dominic’s gaze, I
The first few days after Dominic’s proposal felt surreal. Like waking up in a dream, not quite believing that the nightmare of misunderstandings, doubts, and heartbreak had finally ended. Every time I glanced at the ring glimmering on my finger, a thrill of disbelief shot through me. Dominic was mine—no half-measures, no holding back. And I was his.This morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains of his—no, our—bedroom. The scent of coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from the bouquet he’d surprised me with last night. Dominic was already up, probably brewing that coffee, and I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped myself in one of his oversized shirts, inhaling the comforting scent of him as I made my way to the kitchen. There he was, hair disheveled, wearing a plain white tee and grey sweats, looking like he’d stepped out of one of my favorite daydreams.“Morning,” he greeted, his smile warm as he handed m
I stood at the edge of the cliff, the roaring waves below mirroring the storm inside me. The wind whipped around my face, carrying the scent of salt and something intangible—something that felt like change. Dominic was behind me, his footsteps crunching against the gravel, deliberate but hesitant, as though he feared breaking the fragile thread of our connection."Elise," he called, his voice steady despite the wind's resistance.I didn't turn immediately. For too long, I'd been a storm contained within myself, but now the dam was breaking. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, though the wind dried them almost instantly. Finally, I turned to face him. Dominic stood there, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, his eyes filled with something I hadn't seen in weeks—hope."Why did you follow me?" I asked, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.His gaze softened, and he stepped closer. "Because I can't let you walk away. Not like this. Not without knowing
The clearing turned into a spotlighted battlefield as figures in tactical gear emerged from the shadows, their weapons trained on us. The loudspeaker voice barked orders again:“Drop your weapons and step forward, one at a time. Any resistance will be met with lethal force!”Ethan didn’t move, his rifle steady in his grip, though I could see the tension in his jaw. The woman in black shifted her stance, her blade glinting ominously in the floodlights. Dominic’s hand trembled slightly in mine, but his expression was resolute.“They want me,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “If I go, maybe they’ll—”“Don’t even think about it,” Dominic interrupted fiercely. “We don’t negotiate with people who point guns at us.”“They’re bluffing,” Ethan added, his voice low. “They want you alive. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be shouting demands.”The soldiers began to fan out, their movements coordinated and efficient. One stepped closer, a rifle slung over his shoulder.“Final warning! Surrender now!”The w
The blinding spotlight bore down on us, freezing us in place like cornered prey. Caleb's smug voice crackled through a megaphone, sending a shiver of dread through me."Hand over Dominic and Elise, and maybe I'll consider letting your mysterious friend live. Maybe."The woman in black, who had just saved us, didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped forward, her voice low and calm. "He's bluffing. We move now, or we don’t move at all."Dominic swayed slightly, his weight leaning against me as I supported him. His breathing was labored, and the blood seeping through his shirt wasn’t stopping. We were running out of time."I won't let them take you," I whispered to him, my voice fierce despite my fear.He managed a weak smile. "And here I thought… I was supposed to protect you."The woman in black turned back to us, her voice sharp. "If you two are done with the romance, we need to get to the treeline. Now!"Gunshots echoed in the air, sending chunks of dirt flying up around us. The woman cur
The darkness was disorienting, heavy like a suffocating shroud. The last thing I remembered was the sharp tug on the car door and Dominic’s grip tightening around my arm, his voice calling my name in desperation. Now, all I could hear was muffled noise—voices arguing, footsteps echoing, and the low hum of machinery in the background.My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open, my head pounding. The room I was in was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete. I was tied to a chair, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Panic surged through me as I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my skin.“Dominic?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.There was no response, but as my vision adjusted, I saw him slumped against a metal pole across the room, his face pale, his breathing shallow. His shirt was stained with blood, and my heart clenched at the sight.“Dominic!” I called him again, louder this time.He stirred slightly, his head lifting just enough for me to see
The man—whoever he was—was already moving toward the door. His actions were swift and purposeful, like he knew exactly what to do. He turned to us briefly.“Stay low, stay quiet. Follow me,” he ordered, his voice steady. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in his tone.I glanced at Dominic, who was struggling to steady himself, but I knew he couldn’t do this alone.“Dominic, we can make it,” I said, stepping closer to him, my voice thick with emotion. I wanted to believe it. More than anything, I wanted us to make it out of this alive. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on my chest.He reached out, gripping my hand tightly, and for a moment, his touch felt like the only thing keeping me grounded. "We will," he murmured, his voice rough but filled with the kind of certainty I desperately needed. "I won't leave you."I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, and followed the mysterious man. We moved as quickly as we could through the narrow hallways, the sound of our
The darkness was suffocating. My body felt heavy, as if I were sinking into a deep abyss. Distant echoes of voices and the faint rustle of movement seeped into the void, pulling me toward consciousness. My head throbbed, and when I finally opened my eyes, blurry shapes swam before me.I was in a dimly lit room, the walls rough-hewn stone. A single flickering lantern hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, the rope biting into my skin. Panic surged through me as I tried to wriggle free, but the bindings wouldn’t budge.“Dominic?” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. I turned my head, searching desperately for him.My eyes landed on him across the room, slumped against the wall. Blood stained his shirt where Caleb had stabbed him. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and his face was pale, almost ghostly. He was alive—but barely.“Dominic!” I called again, louder this time.His eyelids fluttered, and he let out a l
I bit back a sob, my mind racing. I couldn’t let him find me. I scanned the chamber, searching for anything that could be a weapon or an escape route. My eyes landed on a narrow fissure in the rock, barely wide enough for me to squeeze through.Without thinking, I scrambled toward it, wedging myself into the tight space. The rock scraped against my skin, and for a moment, I thought I might get stuck. But sheer desperation gave me the strength to push through, emerging on the other side into another dark tunnel.I didn’t stop to catch my breath. I kept moving, the oppressive silence around me broken only by the distant sound of Caleb’s pursuit.And then, suddenly, the ground beneath me gave way.I screamed as I fell, the world spinning around me. I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my body. My flashlight skittered across the floor, its beam illuminating the cavern I had fallen into.This space was larger, with towering stalagmites and a shallow pool of water reflecting the lig
Dominic’s grip on my arm tightened as Caleb’s voice continued to echo, growing louder and more menacing with every passing second. The sound of his laughter twisted the air around us, a haunting reminder that he wasn’t just a threat but a predator, circling his prey.“We need to move. Now,” Dominic said, his voice firm but calm. He was bleeding, his shirt stained crimson, but his focus was razor-sharp. He turned us toward a narrower passage on the other side of the cavern.“Do you think he’s following us?” I whispered, my voice trembling.Dominic’s jaw clenched. “No doubt about it. Caleb doesn’t back down—not until he gets what he wants.”The weight of his words settled over me like a lead blanket. Caleb wasn’t just chasing us; he was hunting us. And he was enjoying it.We pressed on, the narrow tunnel forcing us to move single file. Dominic led the way, his flashlight cutting through the darkness. The air grew colder, the dampness seeping into my skin. The sound of water grew louder,