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
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
After her shower, Adira joins her mother in the living room. The older woman offers her a cup of hot coffee as she sits beside her on the sofa. "Anything?" Adira looks at her mother as she takes a sip, her still cold inside welcoming the warm heat of the coffee. Luna shakes her head as she peers into her daughter's worried eyes, her similar eyes reflecting the same emotion. "Nothing yet." Just as she finished speaking, the outdoors crashed open, and the warriors rushed in carrying an unconscious Kendra, the Alpha hot on their heels. The warriors gently set Kendra on the long sofa while the Alpha barks. "Can someone call the Pack doctor?!" Mother and daughter flew to their feet with confused, terrified expressions. They looked from passed-out Kendra to the Alpha, who stared at his daughter worriedly and demanded together. "Dad, what happened?!""Honey, what happened?!"The Alpha looked from his daughter to his mate, his eyes resting on her worried face. "Your stubborn, reckless d
Kendra looked toward the snapped twig, and glowing red eyes met her sharp blue ones. She quickly pushed her sister behind her as multiple big wolves prowled out of the darkness. Their glowing red eyes contrasted sharply with the thick darkness surrounding them. Kendra heard Adira whimper in fear and quickly reassured her without taking her eyes off the six rogues that had them semi-surrounded."Don't be scared. I will keep you safe."Her voice sounded confident and cold. Her expression was fierce. The one thing she will not take a chance with is the young woman's life behind her. She means too much to her.The assurance in her sister's voice settled Adira's nerves. Kendra's sharp mind assessed their situation. She wondered how the rogues could access their land without alerting the patrol. Secondly, she was outnumbered. Although skilled, she can't face off six rogues alone and keep her sister safe. She needed backup, and even though Kendra hated asking for help, she knew she needed
Adira stared at her father in disbelief, her eyes blazing with anger. "You can't force me to mate with someone who isn't my mate!" she snapped loudly, her fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. Alpha Conor stared at his daughter with a cold and calm expression, unbothered by her explosive reaction. She was young and didn't know what was best for her. If the moon goddess hadn't given her a mate, then Jake would be good for her. He knew his daughter loved the young man and was stubborn because he had asked her to mark him. "I didn't; you did," Alpha Conor replied in a leveled tone. He didn't shrug to show how much he didn't care about his objection, but the others felt his nonchalant reaction to his daughter's anger. That is not to say that Alpha Conor doesn't care for his daughter because that is far from the truth. The BlackMoon Pack's alpha loves his daughters so much, but he believes his daughter is too young to know what is good for her. Luna Grace was stuck between he
It is dinner time. Alpha Conor is having dinner with his family alone; the pack members stay away to allow the Alpha family some privacy with their eldest return. They were eating silently, with Luna Grace desperately trying to infuse conversation and liveliness into the meal, but everyone seemed lost in their thoughts. “Your sister found her mate,” Alpha Conor said suddenly. Kendra and Adira froze. Adira looked at their father sharply, wondering why he brought this up. Kendra kept her eyes on her food as she answered their father. “I know.”Alpha Conor nodded, then took a deliberate bite of his mashed potatoes, savoring the rich flavor. He followed it with a forkful of vegetables, a hearty drumstick, and a sip of wine. “And you?” he asked curiously, looking toward his eldest. The young woman had not told them about her personal life, and he was dying for information about her life in the city. Adira looked at her sister, interested to know if she was seeing someone.“No, I ha
“What do you think is wrong with Meredith?”Adira asked Jake as they bounded up the stairs to her room. She looked back briefly to see her boyfriend's reaction to her question. Her best friend has been acting weird these past few days, and her angry outburst is more than her usual cranky personality. Adira can't shake the feeling that more is going on with her best friend. If the blonde isn't talking to her, maybe she said something to their other friends.Jake stiffened at the mention of Meredith. He masked his nerves with a stiff smile on his lips. “Babe, you know how Meredith is? She is always like this when she meets someone new.”Adira shook her head. She believes it to be more. “I don't think...”Adira trailed off suddenly. They were at the top of the stairs and about to enter Adira's room when a sound in the adjacent room caught her attention. Jake noted Adira's frozen expression and asked. Is something wrong? He stared at the petite blonde before him with a frown between his
After what happened with her sister last night, Kendra woke up the following day and decided she had had enough of the hospital food. Her parents walked in on her, arguing heatedly with her doctor, who believes she is not strong enough to leave, but Kendra argues that she knows her body better than the fucking doctors. “What is going on here?!” Alpha Conor asked, looking from the doctor in scrubs to his fully dressed daughter. They both turned to the Alpha, a stubborn look on Kendra’s face, while the doctor looked frustrated and relieved to see the Alpha. He has never met a more stubborn young woman. “Please, can you talk some sense into her,” the doctor pleaded dramatically with the Alpha. Last night, she tore her stitches from doing God knows what! And this morning, she wants to leave. She is not yet strong enough and can barely stand on her own. “I can stand alright, thank you very much.”“What did you do to tear your stitches?” Alpha Conor asked his daughter in a calm voice.
Nate stood staring after Meredith with a bewildered look on his face. He didn't understand what the hell was wrong with the blonde. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and she was already worked up. "I was only trying to help," he mumbled loudly before deciding to go for his first period. Before he could walk away, a female voice yelled his name loudly in the hallway way to get his attention.“Nate!”Nate stopped walking and turned. His gray eyes widened slightly at the sight of his friend from the Park.They haven't seen each other since the Park. “Gloria, what are you doing here?” Nate asked when the redhead joined him. “I just transferred," Gloria smiled at him. Nate nodded. “What year?” He asked as they walked down the hallway. “Senior”Nate looked at the redhead, shocked. He thought she was younger. She looked sixteen to him. Gloria's smile widened at Nate's shocked expression. “I skipped a few classes,” she explained. “You must be brilliant then,” Nate commented wit