RENZO'S POV."Dear Wolves of Selene pack," From the center stage I shouted to the crowd who stood approximately ten feet in front. From my pipe I drew an intentional smoke while I studied my territory with a feeling of satisfaction. These were my wolves, and I own them.The pack howled back at me. They shook with fear, but their eyes showed loyalty."I love seeing fear and loyalty in your eyes," I said, laughing out loud. My laughter bounced off the trees, echoing through the woods. "Today's a special day," I said, grinning. "I'm turning 100!" The pack erupted into another chorus of howls, their voices rising and falling in celebration."You look twenty-seven!" a voice screamed from the crowd. I descended from the stage, the sea of wolves parting as I strode towards them. "Who dared to say that?" I growled, scanning the crowd with a piercing gaze.A timid girl trembled forward, her eyes wide with fear. I walked over her, my voice thundering, "That's right! I look twenty-seven!
RORY'S POV "No, no!" I shivered, kneeling before Alpha Renzo. "You can't hurt my mother!"Renzo dragged my mother by the neck. "Watch me hurt her," he sneered.My heart broke into pieces. I regretted returning to the forest for Prince Ryker. My mother winced in pain.Elara rushed forward, pushing herself through the crowd with her eyes blazing. "You're hurting our mother!"Renzo's expression turned cold. "I don't have time for family drama," he spat.I felt a surge of anger and disgust. In my heart, I knew Alpha Renzo enjoyed hurting people. He reveled in their pain and fear.The werewolves howled in the background, their voices rising and falling in a chilling chant. I saw pain and tears in my mother's eyes. She was being sacrificed for my actions."Mum, I'm sorry," I whispered.She nodded, smiling weakly.As Elijah dragged my mother away to the execution site, Alpha Renzo approached me, his fingers closing around my chin like a vice. Again, I felt that mysterious jolt, like a spar
RORY'S POV Elijah led me through the castle's grand hallway, adorned with cobweb-covered portraits, and stopped in front of a small, plain door. "This is where you'll stay,”he said, pushing the door open.The room was tiny, with stone walls and a single, narrow window. A small bed and a wooden chest were the only furniture.Elijah pointed down the hallway. "The Alpha's tea is waiting. Be quick about it,” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the unfamiliar room.I looked around, feeling lost. "Tea?" I whispered to myself. How was I supposed to make tea when I didn't even know where the kitchen was?I slumped onto the wooden bed, the rough texture a big difference to the pain I felt inside. Memories of my mother's screams, her body consumed by flames, still lingered in my mind like an open wound. I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of grief, anger, and helplessness."Now he's my mate?" I whispered, shocked. I longed for Elara's presence, but she'd vanished since Alpha Ren
Renzo’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes dark with amusement.“Ryker?”He said the name like it was something foul on his tongue.“I don’t care about some human prince. But if you ever say his name in my presence again, I’ll cut it off your tongue myself.”His grip on my arm tightened, his fingers pressing hard into my skin. I winced but refused to let out a sound.“You think saying his name will bother me? That I’ll feel threatened? Cute.”He let me go with a scoff, stepping back like I was something worthless.“But let me make one thing clear—if you ever mention him again, you’ll regret it. Maybe I’ll let my enforcers teach you a lesson about obedience. Or better yet—” his smirk deepened, his voice cruel—“maybe I’ll burn something else you love.”I flinched, Elara’s name flashing through my mind. She hadn’t spoken to me since that awful night. Maybe she never would. Maybe she blamed me as much as I blamed myself.Renzo stepped toward the window, then turned back to me.“Get out of
THE DUNGEON.RORY'S POV "Hello?!"My scream bounced off the damp stone walls, swallowed by the thick, unmoving air. Darkness pressed in from all sides, suffocating, endless. I sucked in a breath, but the space felt too tight, the air too thin.Panic clawed at my chest. I had never felt this trapped before.The walls were solid, unyielding. No cracks. No light. No way out. My dress hung in torn scraps around me, and the bruises from Elijah’s grip still ached. He had tossed me in here like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter.I curled into myself, shivering.Maybe I would never see my sister again.Maybe I would die here."I curse the day I met Alpha Renzo! I wish you would rot in hell—but you are hell itself!"I screamed until my throat burned, but I knew no one would hear me. No one ever did.Then, as if my words had summoned something, a low growl rumbled through the darkness. Deep. Animalistic. My pulse spiked.Renzo must have sent something to kill me."Hello?"My voice wavered, t
RORY'S POV: LOVE "I've loved you since the moment you saved me from the skarvs," I whispered, my voice trembling as I cradled Ryker. There was too much blood. "Ryker," I called softly. His skin felt cold, and his breaths came slow and uneven. His lips barely moved. "Wolf..." he murmured. I took a sharp breath. "I'm here. I'm right here, Ryker," I said, as if holding him tight could keep him with me. A trickle of blood ran down from a cut on his forehead, and I pressed my shaking hand against it, desperate to slow the flow. "Medic... is coming... soon," he rasped. "Okay, okay," I whispered, trying to sound reassuring even as I feared for us both. "Someone... got away... getting help..." His voice faded as his head drooped. "No, no, no," I pleaded, pressing my forehead against his. "Stay with me, please." The night was silent, the smell of blood heavy in the air, while lifeless bodies lay scattered around us. “This looks like Renzo… but why would he do this?”
THE CATCHRORY'S POV “Oh my—”I gasped, yanking my dress down, my face burning with embarrassment. The door had barely opened before it slammed shut again, leaving behind a heavy silence.My heart pounded as I recognized the woman from the forest—the one who had helped Ryker.Ryker let out a quiet sigh, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m sorry about that.”I swallowed, still shaken. “They don’t seem to hate me as much as I expected.”His lips twitched into a small smile. “You’re with their prince, love. That changes things.”I blinked. “Wait… you told them about me?”Ryker sat up, wincing as he reached for his clothes. I watched as he pulled on his trousers, then his shirt, his movements slow from the pain.“Of course,” he said simply, fastening the buttons. “They need to know about you.”A strange mix of emotions swirled inside me—warmth, uncertainty, and a hint of fear.“I want you to meet a few people.”I hesitated but nodded. He took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring as he
RUTHLESS.“Elijah, it’s not what you think, I swear,” I said, rubbing my hands together. My voice was barely above a whisper.We had walked in silence from the dungeon to my small, suffocating room. The air felt heavier with each step, but now that we were here, I knew silence wouldn't save me.Elijah finally turned, his face unreadable. “Alpha Renzo sent me to bring you out of the dungeon and inform you about the mate bonding season.” He tilted his head slightly. “But guess who I waited for all night?”He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. My breath hitched.“You.” He pointed at my face, his eyes dark and knowing.“Elijah—”“You went to the humans.”“No, it’s not—”“You can’t even deny it.”Panic crawled up my throat. “Elijah, please. You can’t tell Alpha Renzo.”“There’s only one person who could’ve helped you leave the dungeon.” His gaze sharpened. “Ayla must have paid you a visit. You’re playing with fire, Rory.”He moved closer, his voice soft but heavy with something I didn’t
CHAPTER 30 The Challenge RENZO'S POV The night air was thick with tension. Every werewolf in the pack stood gathered in the clearing, their faces drawn with unease. The torches flickered, casting restless shadows over the assembled crowd. Zike stood at the center, shoulders squared, his gaze sweeping over them like he already owned them. "Our land is threatened," he declared, his voice ringing through the air. "Renzo can no longer protect us!" A murmur of agreement rippled through the pack. I clenched my jaw. "And you can?" I stepped forward, my voice steady. Zike smirked. "At least I won’t let our enemies walk right in. Or have you forgotten? The vampires came because of you." A growl rose from the crowd. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, ready to strike. "Watch your tongue, Zike," I warned. "You speak of betrayal, yet it was the witch who revealed the truth—you let them in." Zike’s expression didn’t falter. "Lies. I would never endanger my own pack." I glanced at Rory. Sh
Chapter 29FracturesRORY’S POVIt was late at night, and the castle was eerily silent except for the distant howls of wolves. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Elara wasn’t in the room. I could hear Renzo humming softly from his chambers—calm, at ease, as if he hadn’t just tried to break me.A pang of something sharp twisted inside me. I shouldn’t let him control me. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, my wolf refused to obey me. She craved something I refused to name.I needed to clear my head.Pulling my cloak tighter, I wandered through the dimly lit halls until I reached the study.Inside, Ayla sat with Zike. She was laughing at something he said, her expression light and carefree. For a moment, I hesitated. It was rare to see Ayla so happy.Still, I stepped forward.“Hi,” I greeted, my voice careful.Zike’s expression soured instantly. He leaned back in his chair, regarding me with open distaste. “You should excuse yourself. This is a family di
CHAPTER 28TouchRENZO'S POVThe witch stood in my chambers, her face hidden under a dark hood. She smelled of earth and something old, something unnatural."You called for me, Alpha?" Her voice was rough, like dried leaves in the wind.I folded my arms. "I need a barrier around my pack. One that keeps everyone out—humans, vampires, anyone who doesn’t belong."She tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "That kind of magic isn’t simple. It comes with a cost."I stepped forward. "Name it."She lifted a thin finger and traced strange symbols in the air. A heavy energy filled the room, raising the hairs on my arms. The walls seemed to breathe, shifting ever so slightly. Then, she stopped. Her eyes darkened, as if she had seen something terrible."Your brother," she whispered.A cold feeling settled in my chest. "What about him?"Her voice dropped lower. "He let them in. The vampires. The humans. Zike."The room felt smaller. Tighter. I clenched my fists as Rory sucked in
CHAPTER 27Written RENZO'S POV “You see why you can’t be Alpha of this pack?” Zike sneered. “You ruin every woman you touch.” His gaze flicked to Rory. “Isn’t that right, little mate?”Rory stiffened, but I didn’t react. Not yet.An elder grunted, his fist tightening on the armrest.I let out a slow breath, my voice calm. “My mate isn’t ruined.” I turned my gaze to Mira. “Or at least… let her speak.”Zike scoffed. “Does it even matter? You’ve already broken her.”I clenched my jaw. He was pushing me, testing my control.“Either way,” I said, my tone cold, “I’m not going to argue over this. This pack belongs to me.”Zike’s smirk didn’t waver. “We both know that’s a lie. It belongs to both of us.”He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “So, make your choice. Give up… or we split the pack.”His eyes gleamed with challenge. “Watch me ruin you a second time, brother.”Then he turned and stormed out.I shifted my gaze to Rory. She stood still, her eyes distant, lost in thought.“Are you o
CHAPTER 26HeirRENZO'S POVI paced the room, fists clenched, rage burning beneath my skin. Zike wasn’t supposed to be here. None of this was supposed to be happening.A loud bang on the door yanked me from my thoughts.“In,” I ordered, voice sharp.Elijah stepped in, his face tight with urgency.“The council is gathered. They want you there.”I exhaled slowly, already knowing the reason. Zike.“I’ll be there shortly.”I left the room, tension coiling in my chest like a storm ready to break. As I moved through the halls, my senses flared—her scent hit me before I even saw her. Rory.She stood in the corner, her posture stiff, her eyes wary as they met mine.“Follow me to the council,” I commanded.Her expression twisted in protest. I knew that look—she wanted to fight me on this.“Now.”Her lips parted, probably to argue, but she must’ve seen the warning in my gaze because she stayed silent. She always tries to counter me.Inside the council chamber, the tension was thick enough to ch
CHAPTER 25.ZikeRORY'S POV"Please… help me," I stuttered, barely aware of who else was in the room. The pain was unbearable.He stepped forward, a strange smile playing on his lips."I will gladly help you," he said.Before I could react, he lifted me and placed me on a chair. His gaze dropped to my legs, and when he saw the blood, he let out a dramatic gasp."You’re losing a child.""No… no…" My breath hitched, panic choking me.He smirked. "It’s okay. You’ll make more."With a casual ease, he wiped the blood away, as if it meant nothing."Who… who are you?" My voice was barely a whisper."You’ll get to know soon enough."His grip tightened slightly. "But first, you need to wash the blood off."Without another word, he picked me up again, carrying me to Renzo’s bathroom. He set me down, then turned and walked out, leaving me trembling in silence.And just a few minutes later, I heard it—growls, snarls, the crash of furniture breaking. The room shook with the force of bodies collidi
CHAPTER 24After warRORY'S POV I woke up feeling like my body had been trampled by a thousand wolves. My limbs ached, my throat burned, and my head pounded. The room smelled of herbs and something stronger—Renzo.He was sitting beside the bed, watching me. His expression unreadable, but his eyes… dark, calculating.“You are not dead. I wish you were.”His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful, as if he were considering it. Then he leaned in, pressing a kiss against my hand. A mockery of tenderness.I jerked my hand away, my heart pounding. “Then why save me?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he picked up a cup from the nightstand and held it out to me. “Drink.”I hesitated, but my throat was dry, and I needed strength. I gulped it down, the liquid thick and bitter.Renzo stood, his silhouette blocking the dim torchlight. “Your wolf is not a fighter,” he said. “Only a healer.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Weak.”I clenched my fists. “Why save me, then? You don’t need me. You cou
CHAPTER 23ATTACK RORY'S POV His eyes darkened, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse spike.“It does matter, Rory,” he said, his voice low, controlled—but I could hear the anger beneath it. “Who is the father?”I lifted my chin. “It’s none of your concern.”His chest rose sharply. For a moment, I thought he might explode, but instead, he exhaled through his nose, stepping back like he was forcing himself to stay in control.“You’re getting rid of it.”My stomach dropped. I stiffened. “What?”His gaze was cold, unyielding. “You heard me.”“No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t.”His jaw clenched. The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating. Then he spoke, his voice lower this time.“If the council finds out…” He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “My kingdom will be at risk.” His eyes flickered with something dangerous—something close to desperation. “Alpha Renzo's mate carrying a human’s child? Do you know what that means?”I said not
CHAPTER 22UNRAVELED RORY'S PORyker’s fingers tightened around mine, his breath catching. “Say it again.”I swallowed, my heart pounding against my ribs. “I’m pregnant.”His eyes widened, shock flashing across his face. Then something else—something deeper. His grip on me softened, but his whole body went rigid, like he was trying to hold himself together.“For me?” His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried so much weight.“Yes,” I breathed.A shuddering exhale left his lips. He lifted a hand, hesitated, then gently placed it over my stomach. His touch was warm, grounding. A thousand emotions flickered through his gaze—disbelief, fear, something dangerously close to hope.“I thought…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I thought I lost you.”I looked away. “You almost did.”Silence. Thick, suffocating.Then, his voice dropped to a low whisper. “He doesn’t know?”“No.”His jaw tightened. “Good.”I frowned. “Ryker—”“I won’t let him take this from me. From us.”The convicti