I stood by the window, watching the night deepen over the pack’s territory, my mind a mess of doubts and restless thoughts. It was nearing the time I’d agreed to meet Dominic in his penthouse, but an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach. Every time I thought about him—the way his intense gaze, his smirk, the confidence with which he controlled every situation—it would seem that I felt an undeniable pull. But I couldn’t ignore the tug of guilt beneath it all, especially with the memories of those steamy moments we shared that was still swirling around in my head with just the mere thought of what would take place tonight.I paced my room, wrestling with the decision. Part of me wanted to cancel, to simply stay in my room and ignore his request. After all, Harold was in the pack house, although preoccupied with Leonor, but that didn’t mean I was entirely free to do as I pleased. And yet, at the same time, I felt bound by the deal I’d made to Dominic. He had agreed to
It was late, and the training warehouse was finally empty. The sounds of grunts, fists meeting punching bags, and the heavy clinks of weights had faded, leaving only the low hum of the lights overhead. I stood by the edge of the ring, wiping sweat from my forehead, waiting for Dominic to start the final session of the night. He kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were alone, his eyes darting to the shadows now and then, ever vigilant. He was always careful, always discreet. "Ready?" Dominic asked, stepping into the ring and flashing a teasing grin. His tone was light, but there was a hint of intensity in his gaze that kept me on edge."More than ready," I replied, trying to sound confident. It had taken weeks of constant persuasion and bribes to get him to agree to train me. Now that I was here, I had no intention of letting his smug attitude distract me. He circled me slowly, his eyes appraising my stance, and I shifted, trying to steady myself. I’d been training with hi
After days of training under Dominic, I needed to know—truly know—if I was improving or just being coddled. Dominic was good, no doubt about it, but there were moments during our sessions where his strikes slowed, his blows softened. His teasing remarks, while harmless on the surface, made me wonder if he wasn’t taking me as seriously as he should. And that thought gnawed at me. I couldn’t rely on anyone else’s perception of my strength anymore. So here I was, alone, standing amidst the towering trees with a determination burning inside me. The pack house felt miles away, though it was only a brisk walk back. The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of trees, painting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The woods had always been a source of mystery and a touch of danger, but today they were my sanctuary. My escape.“All right, Elise,” I muttered to myself, stretching my arms. “Time to prove you’re not just wasting your time.”The cool morning air filled my lungs as I star
Dominic and I trudged back toward the pack house, the weight of the encounter in the woods hanging heavily between us. The dull ache in my arm from the werecat's claws was a constant reminder of my recklessness. Dominic hadn't said much since we left the forest, his jaw tight and his steps brisk, as if the mere act of walking might cool his frustration. The pack house came into view, its looming structure a symbol of safety and authority. Relief washed over me, though it was short-lived when I spotted Alpha Harold standing at the entrance, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes locked on us. Dominic muttered under his breath, “Here we go.” Alpha Harold’s presence was intimidating, as always. His tall frame exuded dominance, and the weight of his glare was enough to make anyone second-guess their choices. He stepped forward as we approached, his expression stormy. “Elise,” he began, his voice cold and clipped. “With Dominic again, I see. Why am I not surprised?” Dominic opened
“Why in the world was I even caught up into this mess?” I was surprised I was talking to myself but it would seem I was not done yet as I even added, “Now I even ended up becoming an apothecary luna.” with a disheartened sigh in the end.The scent of dried herbs filled the room as I leaned over the small table, meticulously measuring ingredients with trembling hands. The steady rhythm of my mortar and pestle grinding roots into a fine powder was the only sound, a therapeutic contrast to the chaos in my mind. The lie I had spun to Harold about creating a healing potion wasn’t entirely far-fetched; my mother, once an apothecary, had taught me the basics of herbal remedies. But reviving those long-forgotten lessons now, under such pressure, felt overwhelming. I glanced at the small cauldron on the table, where a viscous green liquid simmered gently. Steam curled upward, carrying the sharp, earthy aroma of wild thyme and calendula. A healing potion, meant to speed recovery for wounded
CHAPTER 35The next morning, the sunlight streamed into my room, illuminating the neatly arranged vials of the healing potion I had worked on late into the night. The green liquid gleamed in the morning light, a small victory in the face of Leonor’s taunts. I ran my fingers over the cool glass of one vial, silently resolving to take it to Harold as proof of my dedication. My stomach twisted at the thought of facing him. Though he had allowed my explanation, his warning still hung heavily in the air. If he suspected I had lied, there would be consequences. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. Was it Harold? Or worse—Leonor? “Come in,” I called, trying to sound composed. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was Dominic. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable, carrying a basket filled with fresh herbs. “I thought you might need these,” he said, setting the basket on the table. “Thank you,” I replied, a mix of relief and gratitude i
After leaving Harold’s office, my nerves were still buzzing from the encounter. His approval, however faint, was more than I had hoped for, and it bolstered me in ways I couldn’t explain. Yet, Leonor’s scrutiny lingered in my mind like a persistent shadow, threatening to dim my small victory.Without thinking, I found myself heading toward the training grounds. It was Dominic I wanted to see—someone who wouldn’t twist my triumph into a test or a lecture. I needed his bluntness, his calm demeanor, and maybe even his smirk to cut through the tension knotted in my chest.I found him sparring with a group of gamma warriors. His movements were precise and commanding, his focus absolute as he took each opponent down effortlessly. Watching him, I felt a pang of envy. Strength and confidence radiated from him, and in those moments, it felt like he carried the weight of the entire pack with ease.As the match ended, Dominic’s gaze found mine. A flicker of curiosity crossed his face before he d
CHAPTER 37“Everything is just so beautiful around here, Dominic. I am truly impressed.” I couldn’t help myself from not reacting. The whole place felt enchanting and so serene that I could really want to stay here for a little while longer.The glow of lanterns against the darkening sky added a surreal quality to the evening. My body felt lighter, as if the weight of the day had been lifted, leaving behind a strange calm. Dominic, with his smug yet comforting presence, was the reason.As we returned to the dinner setup, Dominic paused, letting out a soft chuckle.“You know,” he said, pulling out my chair, “you don’t look as annoyed with me as usual. Are you going soft, Luna?”I scoffed, but a faint blush crept up my cheeks. “Hardly. I’m just… tired of arguing all the time.”“Progress,” he teased, sitting across from me.The quiet between us settled once more, this time filled with the gentle hum of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. I found myself glancing at Dominic, his rela
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,
He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. The dim light of his flashlight illuminated the sharp angles of his face, his expression fierce and unyielding. “This is not your fault, Elise. Whatever happened to Caleb, whatever choices he made, they’re his responsibility. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “But I—”“No,” Dominic interrupted, stepping closer. His free hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the tear that escaped. “You are not to blame for this. Do you hear me?”I nodded, unable to speak, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. For a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the confined space.“You’re not alone in this,” Dominic murmured, his voice softer now. “We’ll get through it together. I promise.”The moment lingered, his words settling over me like a warm blanket against the cold fear gnawing at my insides. But th
The air in the cave grew impossibly heavy, every breath I took scraping like sandpaper against my lungs. The voice, low and chilling, reverberated in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stranger who had stepped from the shadows.It was Caleb.He was supposed to be dead.Dominic’s flashlight beam fixed on him, the light reflecting off his pale, angular features. His once-kind eyes now glinted with something cruel and unfathomable. He wasn’t just alive—he was thriving in the darkness, as though the years had forged him into something colder, harder.“Caleb?” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “How—?”His lips curved into a thin smile. “Surprised to see me, Elise? I’d imagine you would be, considering you left me for dead.”“That’s not true!” I shot back, my voice breaking with shock and confusion. “We thought you were gone. We searched for you—”“Save your lies,” Caleb interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. “You moved on. Just like that. And now, here you are, wrap