Kendra’s heart thundered against her chest, fueled by a tempest of emotions—anger, jealousy, disgust—swirling into a volatile storm as she stormed toward her car. This was what she wanted. It was what she’d told herself she wanted: for her sister to find someone worthy, someone better, and it didn’t get much better than the Beta’s son. Jake was polite, dependable, and annoyingly handsome—everything their Pack could hope for in a mate.
She’d known him since he was a kid and watched him grow into a man. It would be him if she had to pick anyone for her sister. So why did she feel like ramming her fist through the nearest wall? Her jaw clenched as she yanked open the car door and slid behind the wheel. She slammed it shut with enough force to make the entire car shudder, then started the engine. The tires screeched as she sped off into the night, the engine's roar a poor mask for the roar inside her head. She wasn’t just trying to escape her feelings; she was fleeing them like a prey animal chased by the hounds of hell. But the feelings clung to her, suffocating and relentless, like a bad scent she couldn’t scrub away. She needed relief. She needed escape. The neon glow of the bar’s sign called to her like a lighthouse in a storm. She parked her car haphazardly and strode toward the entrance, her boots striking the pavement with purpose. The moment she walked through the door, the warm hum of chatter and the familiar strains of classic rock greeted her. The room was dimly lit, its smoky atmosphere a haven for the lost and the restless. Heads turned. They always did when Kendra entered a room. She ignored the stares, brushing them off as easily as a leaf on her shoulder. Her focus was singular: the bar. Sliding onto a stool, she fixed her gaze on the bartender. Kendra’s emotions were always reflected in her eyes; tonight, they were a deep, stormy blue tinged with an unnatural glow. The bartender faltered under her intensity, caught between awe and unease. “Martini. Straight. Shaken, not stirred,” she ordered, her tone as cool and precise as a blade. “Feeling like James Bond tonight?” he teased, though the nervous quiver in his voice betrayed him. Kendra’s expression didn’t waver. She stared him down, unblinking, until his forced smile withered. He turned his focus to making her drink, shaking the mixer vigorously as though hoping to impress her. He placed the glass in front of her moments later, the dark liquid shimmering under the bar’s muted lights. “Here you go,” he said, his tone cautious. Kendra downed it in one go, her throat burning, but she welcomed the fire. “Another,” she demanded, her voice flat but edged with simmering anger. The bartender hesitated, but a quick glance at her face told him better. He got to work immediately. As he mixed the second drink, a man with sleeve tattoos and the distinct swagger of inebriation approached. The smell of cheap whiskey clung to him like a second skin. Without permission, he slung an arm around Kendra’s shoulder, his grin sloppy and lecherous. “Hello, pretty lady. What’s a beauty like you doing here all alone?” he slurred, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of nearby patrons. The room grew quieter. All eyes turned toward them, curiosity sparking as they waited to see how the icy-looking woman would handle the unwanted attention. Kendra’s body stiffened. She hated being touched without consent. She hated it more when it was someone like him. “You have thirty seconds to remove your hand,” she said, her voice calm but laced with menace, “or I’ll break it.” The man blinked, then chuckled, his drunken bravado fueling his stupidity. “Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” he crooned, leaning closer. His breath reeked of alcohol and stale cigarettes. “You just need a real man to loosen you up—” Before he could finish, Kendra was out of her seat. Her hand shot out, gripping his wrist like a vice. With a swift, practiced motion, she twisted his arm until it bent at an unnatural angle. The sickening snap of bone echoed through the bar, followed by the man’s piercing scream. The room collectively winced, a few patrons muttering curses under their breath. But Kendra was unmoved. Her grip remained firm, her expression cold and detached. “Please! I’m sorry!” the man cried, tears streaming down his face. Kendra leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Next time, don’t touch anyone without their permission—especially a woman. We’re not your playthings. Do you understand?” The man nodded frantically, choking on his sobs. “Say it,” she demanded. I understand!” The man screamed at the top of his voice. Kendra shook her head. “No, say I will treat women with the respect they deserve from now on.” The man hesitated, and Kendra twisted his arm further to motivate him. “I will treat women with the respect they deserve,” he screamed again, his eyes filling with fresh tears. “I am glad to have helped educate you tonight,” Kendra flashed him a cold smile that sent shivers down the spine of most people in the room. They gawked at her like she was an apparition . Kendra’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Good.” She released him, letting him collapse to the floor in a heap. As she turned to leave, his trembling voice muttered, “Bitch.” Kendra stopped mid-step. Slowly, she turned back to him, her piercing gaze freezing him in place. Without a word, she delivered a swift, brutal kick to his face. His head lolled as unconsciousness claimed him. She walked out of the door leaving most of the patrons with their jaws on floor as they wondered how a slip of a girl like her could take out a man with several pounds on her. Outside, the cold night air hit her face as her phone buzzed in her pocket. Kendra took out the device and opened the message. A predatory smile twisted her lips as she read the message. Despite the little workout she just had in there, it wasn't enough to calm her emotions. She needed more excitement, and it seemed the moon goddess has done something right tonight. She got into her car and drove like she was in a car chase back to her building. She took the ten flight of stairs to her apartment, instead of using the lift, without breaking a sweat. She swiped her card and hurried into her house. Her house was spotless, everything in order. You wouldn't believe someone lives in the house from how neat and orderly the house looked. Kendra walked her way barefooted on the cold tiled floor to her room, where she shed her party clothes for her hunting ones. A black combat wear, with black combat boots. She threw on a black leather jacket over the black vest. She pressed a hidden button on her closet to cause it to move and reveal her weapons hidden behind. Several kinds of guns, knives were displayed on the wall. She took one assault rifle off the wall, two handguns, and loads of silver bullets which she tucked into the several pockets in her pants. She took four silver knives off the wall and tucked them into her boots. “Let’s go hunt some rogues,” Kendra said to wolf, her voice echoing the excitement bubbling inside her. This is exactly what the doctor prescribed to cure the matters of the heart. Her contact just messaged her that he spotted a group of rogues outside the city, and Kendra is going to check it out. She is hoping to get some information on the one she hunts, if not she will settle on killing some rogues tonight, either way she will definitely not be thinking about her sister, or who she is with when the night is over. Kendra drove toward the outskirts of the city, her stereo blasting hard rock that thumped in rhythm with her adrenaline. The aggressive beats mirrored the storm inside her, pushing away the intrusive thoughts clawing at her mind. Silence was her enemy tonight—it would only let her thoughts drift back to her sister and the Beta’s son, and she wasn’t ready to confront the emotions that simmered beneath her tough exterior. The city lights faded in her rearview mirror, giving way to an eerie quiet that seemed to press in from all sides. The hum of her car engine and the pounding music became her only companions as the streets emptied, leaving only the occasional car to break the monotony of the long road ahead. Trees loomed on either side of the highway, their dark silhouettes stretching endlessly into the horizon. Yet, she drove on, her hands gripping the wheel tightly, her focus unshaken. Her wolf stirred restlessly, a prickling sensation crawling beneath her skin. “What is it, Trix?” Kendra asked, her voice low. “I don’t know,” her wolf replied, her tone uncertain. The unease was unusual, a faint warning that neither of them could decipher. Kendra sighed, her knuckles whitening as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “Relax. We’ll be there soon. Then it’ll be action, just the way we like it.” Trix tried to obey, but the discomfort lingered like a shadow. Despite her unease, the wolf stayed silent, unwilling to undermine Kendra’s determination. As the miles ticked by, the landscape began to change. Scattered houses appeared on the roadside, their windows glowing faintly in the distance. Civilization was creeping back in, but the isolated nature of this stretch of road still carried an unsettling weight. Kendra reached for the volume knob, turning her music off as she neared her destination. The silence that followed was deafening, amplifying the crunch of her tires on the gravel as she passed a gas station and a small departmental store. Ahead, the faint neon sign of the diner came into view, flickering like a dying firefly. Across from the diner stood a rundown motel, its exterior worn like an old mill. Kendra parked her car in front of the diner, scanning the building with a keen eye before stepping out. Her boots crunched against the gravel, and the weight of her weapons tucked into her combat gear felt reassuring. The diner looked deceptively normal—a weathered sign, chipped paint on the doorframe, and dusty windows that distorted the faint light within. She strode to the entrance with purpose, her boots clicking against the pavement. Without hesitation, she kicked the door open, the sudden bang echoing like a gunshot in the quiet night. Inside, a handful of men sat scattered across the room. At first glance, they appeared unremarkable—just a group of drifters grabbing a late-night meal. But there was a tension in the air, a coiled energy that set Kendra on edge. They sat too still, their movements too deliberate, as if waiting for something—or someone. “Hello, boys,” Kendra greeted, her voice honeyed yet sharp enough to slice through the charged atmosphere. Her eyes swept over the room, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. A few of the men exchanged glances, their gazes briefly flicking over her form. Kendra wasn’t blind to the effect she had; her striking features and commanding presence always drew attention. But she wasn’t here for admiration. “I told you she would come! Now can you let me go?” The whiny voice drew Kendra’s attention to the far corner. Her informant—Jonas—was held tightly between two burly men. His pale face was slick with sweat, his glasses askew. His nasally voice wavered with desperation, though he tried to mask it with annoyance. Kendra’s eyes narrowed as she noticed the two men restraining him. Their glowing red eyes betrayed their true nature—rogues. Her chest tightened as she realized she just walked into a trap.The tension swirling inside Kendra increased as she watched the scene before her flatly. She didn't feel any fear at the thought that she just walked into a trap; if anything, she felt more excitement. She was itching for a good fight tonight. Trix stirred at the presence of so many hostile individuals, her presence simmering beneath the surface, ready to lend her human help if she needed it. One of the men in the room, their leader, responded to Jonas's words, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he praised Jonas for a job well done. “Good work,” he said, his tone carrying the false warmth of a predator playing with its prey. A few days ago, they had tracked the young wolf down at a dump of a club where he was up in his nose with drugs and high as a kite. They apprehended him before he could escape, and in exchange for his life, he was to give up the one who had been killing rogues these past few months. Kendra’s vigilante parade has caught the attention of the r
Adira's mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her expression tightening with worry. Jake stepped forward, his easy demeanor replaced by concern as he glanced between Adira and her parents. “Where is she?” her father asked again, his tone firm. “Did she say where she was?” Adira shook her head, struggling to steady her breathing. “No… she just said ‘help,’ and then the line went dead.” Her father’s jaw clenched, his mind already racing. “We need to find her,” he said, turning to Jake. “Alert the patrols. We’ll go out and search for her.” Jake nodded immediately, stepping away to carry out the Alpha’s orders. Adira stood frozen for a moment, her hand clutching the phone like a lifeline. The fear in Kendra’s voice echoed in her ears, cutting through the lingering tension from earlier. Kendra was never the one to ask for help. She charged into the fray, facing danger head-on without hesitation. For her to call Adira now, to sound so… broken—it was unlike her. She shook herself
Adira turned to bury her face into Jake’s chest as she sobbed heavily, both father and boyfriend helpless on how to console the little blonde. They understood how much she cared for her sister, but to Adira, losing Kendra would be more than losing her sister; she would be losing her mate, and despite how much she protests against the mate bond, she doesn't want to lose her sister. The mere thought of it paralyzes her with fear. ”Honey, we have to go,” their father said urgently when one of the paramedics informed him from the doorway that they were ready to go. ”I want to go with them,” Adira said in a firm voice, disentangling herself from Jake’s arms. She used her hand to wipe her eyes clean. Her father opened his mouth to argue, but Adira was already moving, letting him know his opinion didn't matter. He could order her to do his bidding as the Alpha, but her father felt it unnecessarily. They all matched out of the diner, but before they left, Adira’s father in
Meredith broke the silence in the car a few minutes into their drive home. She couldn't hold her piece any longer. “Why the fuck does Adira’s mum think you guys are mates?!” Meredith demanded, her tone high-pitched and annoyed, laced with jealousy. She sat at the back of Jake’s car with Nate and Dylan, slender arms folded against her chest, leg crossed at the knees, while she glared at Jake and Adira. She hated the fact that everyone thought of them as mates when they were not, and this made it difficult for her to pursue Jake. Why the fuck couldn't Adira have found her mate, she hissed in her mind while she waited for a response. Jake looked at Adira, who sat beside him as he drove. He smiled when he noticed the blonde was asleep. “Give it a rest, Meredith,” Dylan whispered to the red-haired beside him. The Luna’s words had shocked him as well, but he knew how much his best friend liked the little blonde, so if they wanted to pretend to be mates, he didn't mind, though he wo
Adira quickly sat up in her bed, heart racing, her blonde hair disheveled from sleep. Her sleep last night was a restless one, filled with nightmares of the past events and losing her sister. Adira swept her slender fingers through her blonde hair, willing her heart to stop pounding, as she affirmed to herself that her sister would be alright. She got down from her queen-size bed, her tiny feet slipping into her bedroom slippers—pink, thick foam slippers with the big ears of a cat on top of them. She moved into her bathroom, turned on the tap, and bent over to splash water on her face. The chilled water helped jog her to a full wakefulness. She raised her wet face to look at the mirror nailed to the wall above her, her hands pressed on the cool white surface of the sink. She stared at her reflection in silence. Her green eyes looked sad and tired. She didn't like what she saw in the mirror and felt slightly bothered, so she walked away. Before she entered the shower s
“Mum! What’s happening?” Adira cried, her voice trembling with fear as her wide eyes locked onto her sister’s writhing body. Her mother turned to respond, but something incredible unfolded before the words could escape her lips. Her sister suddenly stilled, as if Adira’s voice alone had quelled the storm within her. Everyone froze, a shocked look on their faces. “What happened?” Adira’s father asked, his voice carrying the question that echoed in everyone’s mind. Everyone looked clueless, including Adira. She was unaware that her sister's wolf responded to her voice. “Mum, what happened?” Adira repeated, her voice laced with worry as her eyes locked onto her mother. Her sister might be calm now, but she didn't look out of danger. “Your sister has been poisoned with silver,” her mother said grimly. “Her wolf is trying to purge it from her system.” Adira gasped, her eyes widening. Silver poisoning is as dangerous to wolves as it is to humans, only worse with wolves as
Kendra hesitated, her gaze fixed on the grassy ground beneath her feet. Her expression betrayed the thoughtfulness reserved for someone wrestling with feelings they’d rather ignore.Her parents recognized the look immediately. Kendra had never been good at hiding her emotions. As a child, every feeling she had was plain to see. If she was happy, the whole world knew it. If she was sad, her tears came unbidden. And if she was angry—oh, there was no mistaking it.“Who is he?” Kendra’s mother asked gently, her tone soft and tender. There was only one reason why her child would look this troubled: if she loved someone but wasn't sure of her feelings. Kendra didn’t look up. A knot of fear twisted in her stomach. How could she possibly admit the truth? That her mate wasn’t a “he” but a “she.” Her mate was her adopted sister, and she is in love with her, even though she always denies it to herself. When her father saw how much his daughter struggled to out her feelings, he decided to ease
What happened?” Nate curiously questioned, his green eyes gleaming with excitement. He was always keen on a bit of girl gossip.Meredith and Adira turned their heads in unison, muttering like conjoined twins, “None of your business.”The other guys chuckled, while Nate glared at the girls, though there was no real anger in his eyes.Just then, the Alpha and the Luna walked into the room. The laughter stopped instantly as the young ones straightened their postures, trying to appear serious. They avoided eye contact with their leaders, except for Adira, who met her parents’ curious gazes head-on.“Mum, Dad,” she greeted softly, stepping away from Jake.The Alpha’s piercing gaze swept over the group, finally settling on Jake. “What are you all doing here? Why aren’t you at school?” he asked. His tone wasn’t scolding, just mildly curious.The friends exchanged glances, silently deciding to let Jake take the lead in responding.A little intimidated by the Alpha’s commanding presence, Jake
When Kendra and Adira arrived at the Pack house, they found a group of their people gathered in the front yard, most of them sad. They stepped down from the car and approached the crowd, confused. The tense, mournful atmosphere made the two women feel anxious, though Kendra was better at hiding her feelings. The brunette lightly touched her sister’s back to get her attention. The blonde looked at her, her green eyes filled with questions. Kendra wanted to pull her into her arms and assure her that everything was going to be alright, but she didn’t even know what was going on. She needed to find answers. “I need to find our father,” she said to the blonde, her voice soft. Adira nods. “I will go find my friends.” The sisters exchanged tender looks before parting ways. Kendra walked into the Pack house, where she knew their parents would be, while Adira waded through the crowd of onlookers looking for her friends. It didn’t take long for her to find them, or
Kendra climbed on top of her queen-sized bed, the purple dildo between her legs dangling as she moved. She knelt beside Adira’s prone figure and watched her closely, her eyes searching for any hint of nervousness. Despite not finding such expression in the green eyes that watched her hungrily, the brunette still wanted to confirm with words that her sister was not nervous about what she was going to do. This is new territory for both of them, and Kendra would like the blonde to be comfortable with it before she proceeds. “Are you nervous?” She questions softly, her voice tinged with love and tenderness. Adira quickly shakes her head. She was, but she was trying to be brave for her sister. She didn’t want her sister to think she was not adventurous in bed. Kendra laughs softly, seeing through Adira’s response. “It is perfectly okay to be nervous,” she reassures the blonde. Adira blushes at being called out, but opens her arms to receive her sister as she leans over h
“Wow! Your house is beautiful,” Adira comments as Kendra leads her into her apartment. “Thank you,” Kendra responds in a husky tone, a smoldering look in her eyes as she cages Adira in. It took Adira a second to understand what was going on. “What are you doing, Ken?” She asks, puzzled as her sister moves in her direction, a type of look in her eyes. Kendra doesn’t think what she wants to do needs an explanation. It is all in her eyes. She smirks at her sister as she closes the gap between them. Adira’s green eyes widened slightly as she got what was about to happen. Even as her body reacts with desire to the lust burning in her sister’s eyes, she steps back from Kendra, like a prey trying to escape the predator in the jungle. Kendra's eyes grew hungrier at the cat and mouse game. She continues to move until her sister’s back hits the wall. You have nowhere else to, she purrs in a sexy drawl that draws a shiver from Adira. Adira says nothing, but instead star
Kendra’s cheeks burned from the hot slap she received from Kamara. She raised her hand to rub her throbbing cheek, her eyes cast downwards, while Kamara stood before her, panting from fury. Kamara can’t believe she raised a hand on someone. She isn’t a violent person, but seeing her dark-haired girlfriend kissing another woman, a girl, for that matter, breaks something inside her, and she wants to lash out. Kendra raises her face to stare into Kamara’s furious brown eyes. “I will give you that because I deserve it, but don’t ever raise your hand to me again,” Kendra warned seriously, even though her expression remained calm. Kamara felt bad, but her fury burned higher when Kendra acted as if she was doing her a favour instead of apologizing. The brunette scoffed, a sound full of mockery and anger, before she turned and walked back to her desk. She didn’t have the words to explain the emotions churning inside her right now. Kendra sighed, feeling like she was handling
Kendra has been so caught up in handling the issues that she forgot about Kamara, her girlfriend and work colleague. She and Kamara have been dating for six months now. Nothing serious, at least on Kendra’s part, though the brunette might have a different idea. She and Kamara met on a case. The lawyer was working on a high-profile case and needed a paralegal to help her since hers was on maternity leave. The partners tasked Kendra to help the Latino woman. The first moment they met, Kendra felt attracted to the attractive lawyer, and one night while working late, she took a shot. She didn’t believe she would score because the lawyer had appeared straight, but when she kissed the brunette by her desk that night, she shocked her by reciprocating. Kendra fucked her on her desk that night, and laterwards, the brunette admitted to being attracted to Kendra as well. It was supposed to be a one-night thing, but they found themselves fucking each time they were within two
“You know, not saying anything to me isn’t going to help you. It is just you wasting my time and yours, more yours than mine. At least I get paid either way,” the therapist jokes, but Kendra watches her flatly. The older woman's smile dries off her face, and she writes something down. She crosses her legs and uncrosses them. She has been a therapist for twenty years, and in all her years of practice, no client has disconcerted her like the young woman in front of her. She usually has the power in the room, but right now, she feels like a rat under a microscope. Those icy blue eyes sure burn like a laser beam. Kender smirked inwardly, watching the therapist squirm. The woman fights so hard to appear in control that she looks as if she has a stick up her ass. “You know I don’t bite, right?” She smirked at the auburn-haired woman. “That is not what I have heard,” the older woman blurts out, then blushes when she realizes how her words sounded. The younger woman across
As Kendra predicted, Adira arrived at school late. The school corridors were empty of students except for the blonde. She makes her way to her locker, picks up her books, and heads off to her first period. There is a spring to her step and a happy glow that wasn’t there a few days ago. Anyone looking closely could spot that there is something different about the blonde. Meredith spots this difference as soon as Adira sits beside her as usual. The beach blonde narrows her eyes at her best friend and asks. “What is going on with you?” Meredith kept her voice low to avoid attracting the attention of the teacher droning on in front of the class. Adira plays the dumb card. She looks at her best friend blankly and retorts, “What do you mean?” Her voice was low as well. Meredith didn’t speak immediately, her grey eyes searching the blonde’s green ones as if looking for something. She felt in her gut that there was something different about the blonde, but
Kendra heard their mother long before she walked into her room. She has always been a light sleeper. As a warrior and a hunter, she trained herself to sleep with one eye open, ever ready for anything, even when asleep. The first thing that changed was her breathing before she opened her eyes. Her mother was just outside their door. Kendra moved her hand along the back of the young woman plastered against her side, soothing her back to sleep when the blonde grumbled as if disturbed by her nightmares. She felt her mother hesitate at her door before the older woman turned the handle and walked in. Kendra held her eyes closed and waited for the older woman’s reaction to the sight of her sister in her bed, plastered against her nakedness. She didn’t react like she had something to hide. Her sister sleeping beside her is all innocent, even though it is not unless they make it not so. Luna Grace doesn’t know how to interpret the sight before her. The s
While watching their Mother interact with her sister, Adira stares longingly, wishing things were different. She wants to be in her sister’s arms to assure herself she is alright, but she can’t because no one knows that she is her mate. When Kendra looks at her, Adira’s heart skips and her green eyes soften with tenderness as she silently coveys her feelings to the brunette. The stare lasts a brief second before Kendra looks away. She tries to rise from the couch, uncaring about her nakedness, when two warriors storm into the living room wearing urgent expressions, forcing her back to the sofa to hear what has the warriors looking like their houses are on fire. The warriors stop short to pay respect to the Luna and then ask after the Alpha when they don’t see his tall frame in the living. "He is in his office," Luna Grace directs, and they turn to leave, but Kendra speaks, stopping them in their tracks. "What is the