I've always yearned for a fairy tale love story with the perfect alpha partner, someone who would sweep me off my feet. However, in traditional fairy tales, the princess is meant to end up with a prince, not a swashbuckling pirate. Navigating the dynamics between alphas and omegas can be daunting, but deep down, I've always cherished the hope of discovering true love. Unfortunately, back in my hometown of Austin, it feels like nobody shares the same interest, and I spend every full moon in solitude. But everything changes now. I find myself once again in the clutches of my old, malevolent pack, determined to claim me as their own and keep me confined within their fortress at sea. The only obstacle preventing the pack's alpha from selecting a mate for me is the one person I never expected to come to my aid. Jack Heston, an uncompromising and mercenary soul. Jack insists that I am his destined mate, and he pays no heed to the rules imposed by the Dark Moon pack. To complicate matters further, he publicly declares his claim on me, marking me with his mating bite to track my whereabouts. I don't feel the familiar connection of a mating bond, but now Jack is in control, and he shows no intention of setting me free. However, it appears he harbours a secret, and just maybe, against all odds, he might be the key to helping me find my way back home
View MoreCherry As soon as Arthur fires his gun, chaos breaks out all around me.Alphas morph into wolves all around, some charging directly at me before they have a chance to transform, while the others wager that they will be able to catch up to them after they have changed. I can quickly leave because of the internal conflict, despite my chest hurting from the abrupt effort. I'm not used to doing things like this, but I have no choice.I make a beeline for the edge of the platform, briefly believing that I will dive into the water and swim to safety. Even though I only managed to survive the previous time thanks to dumb luck, I've done it before. When I reach the edge, though, I am forced to confront my death as I stare out at the raging sea and the cyclone that is hurling the waves up toward the edge. I'll be pulled under by the tide if I don't perish immediately because I'm at least 200 feet below the surface.Alphas behind me and an angry ocean in front of me…I desire to live.As soon
Cherry I'm more frightened than ever.I am once more dragged from my room in the citadel, but we don't use the restroom. We instead make a left turn and head back toward the front entrance, where I can hear the rain pelting the house's metal exterior.I begin to ask, "Should we go outside—" but Henry cuts me off with a look."Omegas are not to speak," he declares.I exhale quickly, swallow it, and then close my mouth.Okay.I am immediately drenched in rain as he drags me out to the platform. I'm tired of being wet, but I forgot that's how living by the sea feels—constantly getting drenched in salt water. My nipples are peeking out from behind the translucent fabric of the revealing dress, which is clinging to my curves.I now understand what the ritual is.Before I left, they used to do this, but it wasn't exactly like this. The number of applicants for an omega was restricted, and to reduce the level of violence, it was always done in the daytime at the new moon. Now that I'm being
JackWith a sigh, I peer out at the turbulent ocean and consider if we can depart today or if we will need to spend another night. Brian and I, as well as possibly the beta we retrieved from the mess, need to leave this place. I'm not a man of honor by any means, but something about this facility smells fishy, and it has more to do with it than the reward we received for bringing in a helpless omega.The way Arthur acts, the way they keep the communal women in the mess, the way Arthur's generals misbehave—it's all about the rig. On the barge off the shore of what used to be Miami, where I was raised, life was hard, but it wasn't like this. The rig is absolutely not civilized; it is primitive. These people won't be giving us another contract.The girl's name turned out to be Rose, and after we rescued her from Lucas's grasp, they immediately clicked. Brian prefers to avoid interacting with alphas, but he was pleased to smuggle her out. She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge
Cherry The moon is beginning to wane. My heat starts to come back on as the wolfsbane wears off, making me throb with need. We're only a few days away from the climax, which typically occurs during the full moon and lasts for roughly five days. Although my hands are still restrained behind me, my body is itching to be caressed.He stole me, and even though I ought to be upset and shouldn't be feeling this way, all I can think about is Jack.The way he caressed me when he was concerned that I may get wounded on the boat, his green eyes looking into mine, and his hold on my arm. I roll around in the sheets chasing pleasure while the recollection of his hands on me sears like a brand.Just something to keep me entertained tonight. He only needs to be that.I close my eyes and don't think about the painful rope burns on my wrists or how damp my garments still are. Every touch is Jack, whether it be in the water, rolling, or drifting wildflowers. As I enjoy the final traces of the full mo
JackI've never thought of myself as an emotional man.Since I was born by the sea, the sea law governs how those of us who are from this area live and pass away. I've lived in coastal cities, on islands, and on various types of ships, boats, and barges. The Rig is equally harsh and cruel to the weak among us as those locations. It never mattered because I've always been strong.But I've never had to capture an escaped person of this particular type.A girl.An omega.Omegas are believed to be timid, submissive, and polite. They don't survive long in our world if they aren't. Elsa Woods—or Cherry, if that's truly her name—is, as far as I can tell, exactly what an omega should be. Submissive, docile, having lamblike manners.So why was she escaping?Why is she being treated like a criminal, furthermore?I leave the structure they refer to as the citadel with my hands in my pockets since I don't feel comfortable with the entire affair. I have a tingly, crawling sensation on my skin. I m
I can sense the alphas all around this place, so I know there isn't any wolfsbane in me. Brian approaches and plays around with the cords around my ankles, untying them so I may move. I try to kick him, but he just laughs and catches my foot. I wish I was stronger and that Thiba or Jessica had taught me how to fight, but I'm really, really weak. I might have earned this. Perhaps I merited it.As soon as we dock, I notice the alphas and Jack's large hand wraps around my arm to help me stand. Brian arrives at my opposite side, and the two of them help me climb out of the boat while my bare feet scrape against the weathered wooden planks the entire time, picking up splinters. I have to presume that my father doesn't care because they don't make an effort to be gentle.What will he be doing to me?Will he simply murder me? Or would things go worse?By the time we get to the dock, tears are running down my cheeks and into the hood covering my head, and I'm being attacked by recognizable sc
I wish I was in love since it's spring.It just so happened that the full moon and Valentine's Day fell on the same night this year. I'm sure that for some people it was the ideal fusion of desire and romance, but I chose to spend it alone , because I'm a mateless, love-deprived fool.Around the den, wildflowers are beginning to bloom everywhere. These are the first brave blooms to emerge from the winter's gloom. I move over the grass barefoot, my jeans rolled up to just above my ankles, and wrapped in a soft pink sweater that shields the rest of me from the breeze.My toes occasionally dip into the warm ground as I explore the area near our den.I wrap my fingers around the wire as I look through the fence at the surrounding prairie. Omegas and betas haven't been permitted beyond the fence since the Dark Moon pack attack because our leadership is concerned that someone is hiding there. However, everything has been peaceful and I haven't scented any of the folks I fear. The feeling of
I wish I was in love since it's spring.It just so happened that the full moon and Valentine's Day fell on the same night this year. I'm sure that for some people it was the ideal fusion of desire and romance, but I chose to spend it alone , because I'm a mateless, love-deprived fool.Around the den, wildflowers are beginning to bloom everywhere. These are the first brave blooms to emerge from the winter's gloom. I move over the grass barefoot, my jeans rolled up to just above my ankles, and wrapped in a soft pink sweater that shields the rest of me from the breeze.My toes occasionally dip into the warm ground as I explore the area near our den.I wrap my fingers around the wire as I look through the fence at the surrounding prairie. Omegas and betas haven't been permitted beyond the fence since the Dark Moon pack attack because our leadership is concerned that someone is hiding there. However, everything has been peaceful and I haven't scented any of the folks I fear. The feeling of
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