Chapter four
“They look like the ones who came that night,” Rhea began hesitantly, her voice trembling.
“They all had this scar on their foreheads, and they were dressed in black. I couldn’t see their faces clearly because they were covered.” Her eyes darted nervously to Kael, searching for some understanding.
Kael leaned back slightly in his chair, observing her carefully. “Well, they’re dead now, and you were the only survivor.”
The words hit Rhea like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened as the implication sank in.
“No... no! I didn’t kill them! I swear I didn’t!” she protested, her voice rising in panic. But then, she froze. Something clicked in her mind like the distant toll of a bell, and her hands instinctively flew to her head. Her temples throbbed painfully as fragmented memories resurfaced. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the onslaught of recollections.
Kael didn’t move, his sharp gaze fixed on her. He couldn’t determine if she was recalling something important or succumbing to hysteria. He waited silently.
Finally, Rhea opened her eyes, a look of realization dawning on her face. “I screamed,” she whispered. “And then... I passed out.”
Before she could say anything else, the Alpha stirred. Kieran had been sitting in silence, his cold, blue eyes observing everything. Without a word, he stood and walked toward her with a commanding presence that made Rhea’s heart race. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. He was impossibly handsome, his sharp jawline and sculpted features almost too perfect to be real. But it was his eyes, piercing and unyielding, that sent shivers down her spine.
Kieran stopped in front of her, towering over her small frame. His hand moved toward her face, and before Rhea could react, he gently tilted her chin upward. His touch was cold, yet it sent a jolt through her body. “What is he doing?” she thought, her breath hitching as her pulse quickened.
Without a word, Kieran plucked at her eye. A sharp sting followed, and she blinked in confusion. He stepped back, holding a pair of contact lenses in his hand. Rhea gasped softly as she realized what he had done.
Her silver eyes were now fully exposed.
Kael’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Silver eyes?” he murmured. It was rare, almost unheard of, for anyone to have such a color.
“Care to explain?” Kieran’s voice was low and cold, carrying a weight that demanded answers.
Rhea swallowed hard. She had always hidden her eyes. Her adoptive parents had warned her to never let anyone see them. Now, the truth was unavoidable.
“When I was a kid,” she began shakily, “I woke up in the woods. I don’t remember how I got there, or even my last name. I couldn’t remember anything about my life before that moment.” She paused, her voice cracking. “An elderly couple found me and took me in. They said they’d take care of me, call me their daughter. But they noticed my eyes were... different. To help me blend in, they gave me these contact lenses.”
She stopped to gather herself, her voice becoming steadier. “I knew I was different, but I tried to put it behind me. I built a new life, even though I didn’t remember my old one.”
Kieran studied her intently, his face unreadable. Finally, he turned to Kael. “We’ll be right back,” he said, his tone flat. He and Kael walked out of the room, leaving Rhea alone.
In the dining room, Kael folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Do you think she’s telling the truth?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
Kieran didn’t respond immediately. He stared at the table, lost in thought. “It seems like she is,” he admitted finally. “But there’s still something off. Something we’re not seeing.”
Kael nodded. “So, what do we do with her?”
“Nothing. She’s of no use to me.” Kieran’s voice was sharp and final as he turned and walked back toward the main room.
Kael frowned. It wasn’t like Kieran to dismiss someone so quickly. Still, he followed him.
“That’s all,” Kael said to Rhea when they returned. “We have to leave.”
Rhea stood up, but instead of walking toward the door, she fell to her knees in front of Kieran. Tears streamed down her face as she clasped her hands together. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “I don’t have anywhere to go. Those people are still looking for me. I’ve lost everyone. Please, help me. I don’t want to die.”
Kieran stared down at her, his face an emotionless mask. Kael shifted uncomfortably, feeling a pang of pity for the girl.
“Please,” Rhea whispered, her voice barely audible. She looked up at Kieran, her silver eyes glistening with tears.
To Kael’s shock, Kieran knelt in front of her. He reached out, brushing a strand of her black hair away from her face. His hand lingered for a moment, stroking her hair softly. “Why should I help you?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous.
Rhea’s mind raced. “You want the truth,” she said finally. Before she could second-guess herself, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
The moment their skin touched, her silver eyes began to glow. A wave of energy burst through the room, and the lights flickered violently. Kieran’s vision blurred as he was pulled into her memories. He saw everything—her life with the elderly couple, her attempts to live as a human, the night her village was attacked, her desperate escape.
Kael stumbled backward as objects around the room began to levitate. “What the hell is going on?” he muttered, shielding his eyes from the bright light emanating from Rhea.
Finally, Kael stepped forward and yanked her hands away from Kieran. The connection broke instantly, and the room returned to normal. Rhea slumped forward, unconscious, and Kieran caught her before she hit the floor.
“She fainted,” Kael said, breathing heavily. He noticed a strange mark on her shoulder as her shirt shifted slightly. Pulling the fabric aside, he revealed a mysterious symbol etched into her skin.
“What do you want to do with her?” Kael asked, looking up at Kieran.
Kieran’s expression was unreadable as he studied the girl in his arms. “She stays,” he said finally. “Whoever she is, her magic is strong. Stronger than anything I’ve ever seen. She could be useful.”
"Wait, did you do that intentionally just to see her beg for Mercy, or you can't tell me you didn't know she was strong?" Kael asked, his eyebrow shot up.
Kieran just stared at him before walking away, Kael shook his head, Typical Kieran.
Chapter five.Rhea opened her eyes, she felt so relaxed, her body laying on something so soft that it could keep her asleep for a long time, she sat up looking around. She was in a room, it was big and spacious with a bed, beside the bed was a dresser. It was painted in white, looks simple and nice.She quinted her eyes as the light from the window shone on her face. It was morning, she walked into the bathroom, wow it was nice and clean, the painting were white, the tiles were white, everything in this bathroom was white, she took a brush and brushed her teeth then took a nice clean shower.She stepped out of the bathroom, there was a mini desk area in front of the window, there was a neatly folded clothes on it. Rhea quickly put them on, it was a nice knee length dress, black in color, it was nice and fitting.Rhea looked at herself in the mirror, her silver eyes catching her attention, she sighed, she remembered all that happened the day before.She walked out of the room and desce
Chapter SixRhea managed to walk back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had absorbed the full weight of what the Alpha had said, and from his demeanor, it was clear he was dead serious. She sat on her bed, staring into space as questions swirled in her mind. How would she ever live with someone like him? What was she even doing here? Could he really kill her? These thoughts pressed in on her like an insurmountable weight. She closed her eyes, her mind replaying the events of the past few weeks, from the safety of her once happy life to this terrifying uncertainty. Tears slipped down her cheeks, though she quickly wiped them away, forcing herself to sleep. She clung to a tiny sliver of hope that when she woke up, everything would be back to normal.When the first light of dawn pierced her window, it landed directly on her face, forcing her to frown. Groggily, she opened her eyes. Morning had come. She stretched, yawning, and then climbed off her bed, heading for the ba
Chapter SevenKael walked into his office, sighing in relief as he loosened his tie slightly. The day had barely begun, but he already felt drained. He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it over the chair before walking to the window. With a single pull, he drew up the blinds, allowing natural light to filter into the room. He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the warmth before heading back to his desk. Sitting down, he powered on his laptop and got straight to work. A few minutes later, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. He glanced up to see a familiar figure step inside. A young woman, of average height, with short blonde hair and deep ocean-blue eyes, entered his office. She wore a black office shirt tucked into a neatly pressed black pleated skirt, paired with black heels. In one hand, she held a steaming cup of coffee, and in the other, a file filled with documents. A bright smile adorned her face as she approached. "Good morning, Mr. Kael. I brought you c
Chapter eight. "I'm exhausted, juggling between the humans and warewolfs is something else." Kael said, Kieran didn't say anything he just took a bite out of his food. They ate their food and after returned back to the office to work. After work, Kieran and Kael entered their car to a meeting, after that, they headed to the Jackson's.Mr and Mrs Jackson owned the biggest resturant not only in Us but also other countries, the main reason why Mr and Mrs Jackson have been trying to close the space between them and Kieran is because of their daughter, not matter how Kieran has shown last of interest they still keep pestering.The resturant was big and decorated very well, glass windows, as expected the resturant was going to be by reservations only, As they walked into the resturant they went straight to the receptionist."Good even sirs, how may I be of assistance?" The receptionist asked just as Kael was about to speak, the other lady whispered something to her ears. "I'm sorry Mr Re
Chapter NineRhea had been in the house all day. Even though it had everything she needed, the routine was monotonous—wake up, eat, sleep, watch TV, repeat. She had grown restless, so to break the cycle, she decided to explore the house a little. Wandering through the halls, she stumbled upon a mini-library. The room was lined with shelves filled with books—romance, thrillers, even historical fiction. She was surprised. Kieran doesn’t seem like the type to read romance novels... so why are they here? she wondered. But she wasn’t about to complain. At least she had something to keep her occupied. She grabbed three books and made herself comfortable in the living area, sitting on the floor with snacks and a bottle of water beside her. She immersed herself in the stories, flipping page after page until, without realizing it, exhaustion crept up on her. She was halfway through the third book when sleep overtook her, her head resting against the hardcover propped on the center table.
Chapter TenKael decided to visit Kieran’s house, not just for their business meeting but also to discuss matters concerning their pack. He knew Kieran wouldn't like being disturbed, but this was important. While Kieran went upstairs, Kael made himself comfortable in the living room, turning on the television. He flipped through the channels, settling on a news broadcast when he heard footsteps approaching. Rhea walked in, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit. Her silver eyes held a hint of curiosity and hesitation. “Good evening,” she greeted politely, her voice soft but clear. Kael turned to her and smiled. “Good evening, Rhea. Why don’t you join me?” She hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the couch, though she kept a noticeable distance from him. “You don’t have to be so tense. I’m just a friend,” Kael assured her with a friendly chuckle. Rhea gave a small nod, relaxing just a little. “How’s it been, staying with Kieran?” he asked, tilting his head slig
Chapter eleven.Today Kieran and Kael were going to the pack for something urgent. It was past seven and they were already dressed. "we'll be heading out for some time, we might not be back today so the house is all yours, you have everything you need and also here." Kael gave her a box, it was a box of an iPhone. Rhea took it from him, she knew it was a smart phone but the expensive one. "For communication and also, a girl will be here to help you with things you need and also your new job, okay." Kael said and Rhea nodded. "Good, we'll get going, give us a call if you need anything or just ask Anna." Kael said. "Okay, thank you." Rhea said with a smile, both men walked out of the house, Rhea went to sit down to unbox her phone, the phone was pretty and also in pink, Rhea smiled, she finally had a phone something to keep her busy. They also mentioned about a girl coming to see her, Rhea wondered who she was, Rhea was kind of excited to meet her, it's been two weeks since she ha
Chapter Twelve After a long day of shopping, Anna and Rhea returned home with their hands full of shopping bags. The two women laughed as they sorted through their purchases, admiring the clothes, shoes, and accessories they had picked out. It had been a fun and refreshing experience, one that Rhea hadn’t had in a long time. After unpacking, they both took nice, warm showers and changed into comfortable loungewear. The day had been exhausting, but it had also helped Rhea feel a little more normal. She wasn’t just a girl hiding in Kieran’s house anymore—she was starting to experience life again. Feeling a bit hungry, Rhea decided to prepare something for them to eat. She moved gracefully around the kitchen, her hands skilled as she chopped vegetables and seasoned the dish to perfection. The delicious aroma filled the house, making Anna’s stomach growl in anticipation. As soon as Rhea served the meal, Anna took a bite and let out a satisfied moan. “Mmm, this is amazing! You cook
Chapter Thirty-FourRhea and Anna got smoothies, and after that, they returned home. Rhea walked into the house with the books in her hand. She took off her jacket, placed both the books and her jacket on the couch, and headed straight to the kitchen.She washed her hands and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator before making her way back to the living room. She sat down on the couch, took a sip, and began flipping through one of the books.As she read, she noticed something peculiar. None of the books clearly specified who had attacked the white witches. The identity of the attackers remained unknown, even after the fall of Sylvaria. It also wasn’t stated whether Queen Madora’s daughter had survived or perished in the attack. That detail was completely omitted—as if her very existence was a mystery they were trying to erase.Rhea frowned, frustrated. So many gaps. She had a million questions, but none of the books gave her any answers. Just when she was beginning to get lo
Chapter Thirty-Three: They opened to the section of the book that discussed witches. As expected, there were different classifications—Black witches, White witches, and a few lesser-known subgroups. Rhea and Anna settled on the floor more comfortably, flipping carefully through the fragile, yellowed pages, trying not to damage the brittle paper.The first section was boldly titled:Black Witches'Centuries ago, Black witches and White witches lived together in peace and harmony. They were equals in power, bound by shared knowledge and mutual respect. For a time, all was well. But eventually, the Black witches desired more—they sought a power that would set them apart, a force darker and older than anything known to the magical world.''Despite the warnings of the elders, the Black witches delved into forbidden magic—ancient, chaotic power hidden away for a reason. This dark force was said to whisper wickedness into the minds of those who summoned it, corrupting their hearts, twisting
Chapter Thirty-Two:Golden PackIn a quiet neighborhood of the Golden Pack, a woman returned home from the market. Her arms were full, holding a bag of groceries packed with fruits, vegetables, and a few household items. The late morning sun cast long shadows as she walked toward her modest house, her mind already preoccupied with what to cook for lunch.“I’m home!” she called as she stepped into the house, kicking the door shut behind her.Silence.She frowned slightly. There was usually some sort of response, the sound of her children playing, her husband watching TV or calling out from the kitchen. But now, nothing."Hmm… maybe they’re outside playing," she murmured, brushing the unease off with a forced smile.She moved quickly, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter. She decided to tidy the house first before preparing lunch. She picked up scattered toys, adjusted the couch cushions, and wiped down the table, trying to shake off the strange chill creeping up her spine. The
Chapter Thirty-OneRhea shot up from her bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her eyes were wide with fear as if she had seen a ghost. Her hands trembled as they clutched the sheets, her heart pounding in her ears. The pain in her head still lingered, sharp and unforgiving, like the last sting of a nightmare refusing to leave her alone.She looked around, slowly realizing that she was back in her room. The familiar surroundings brought little comfort. The soft hum of the ceiling fan, the glow of the moonlight through her window, the half-empty bottle of water on her nightstand—it was all the same. And yet… everything felt different.“What was that?” Rhea whispered to herself, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.It had been a long time since she’d had a dream like that—if she could even call it a dream. No… it felt real. Too vivid, too intense, too terrifying to be just a figment of her imagination. The dea
Chapter Thirty: Rhea did exactly as she was told. After taking a warm bath, she gently reapplied the cream on her bruises. It soothed her irritated skin and made her feel less itchy and uncomfortable. The pain she had endured was slowly dulling, replaced by a growing sense of calm. She slipped into a light, oversized mini dress that hung loosely over her figure, and tied her hair into a ponytail.Once dressed, she walked into the living room and sat down to eat the food Aaron had brought from the restaurant earlier. The meal, though simple, tasted better than anything she had eaten in days. It brought a warmth to her stomach that momentarily silenced the lingering unease in her chest.After she finished eating, Rhea returned to her room, her body aching with exhaustion. It had been an emotionally and physically draining day. As soon as her head hit the pillow, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a deep sleep.But her slumber was far from peaceful.Rhea’s eyes fluttered open.
Chapter Twenty-NineA woman walked into a tall, isolated building nestled deep in a forest. The trees outside were lifeless, their twisted branches like claws reaching toward the gray sky. The air felt stiff, dead, even. This was not a place where life thrived. It was a place of shadows, of silence, of wicked intentions and unholy chaos.She wore a long hooded cloak that concealed her face and form, the fabric whispering across the cold marble floor as she entered a large, dimly lit café-like room within the building. Her heels clicked softly, echoing in the stillness. She paused in the center of the room."Do you always have to hide in the dark?" she asked with a teasing smile as she flipped on the light switch.The soft yellow glow revealed a man seated comfortably on a black velvet sofa, a glass of red wine in hand. His legs were crossed, one arm slung lazily over the back of the sofa. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to face her."How was your tour of the outside
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Rhea looked down at the elegant table setting. In the middle stood a small glass vase holding a single flower. Its petals were soft pink, and she assumed they were roses. The scent was light but pleasant, wafting subtly through the air. She leaned forward to take a nice whiff, smiling to herself—until she suddenly felt the tickle of a sneeze.She turned away quickly and let out a soft “achoo,” trying to keep it as discreet as possible. She rubbed her nose lightly, hoping it would end there, but the tickling sensation returned, stronger this time. Her eyes began to water slightly, and she blinked rapidly to stop the tears from spilling. Her body began to feel hot, uncomfortable, and itchy in certain spots.Trying to remain composed, Rhea focused on calming her breathing just as the waiter arrived with their order.“Please enjoy,” the waiter said, placing the food in front of them with a warm smile. “If there’s any issue, you can ring the little bell on the table.
Chapter Twenty-Seven:The whole day went by in a blur. Not once did Kieran call Rhea for anything, and the silence that blanketed the entire office felt heavier than usual. Everything was so quiet, and eventually, Rhea found herself growing bored and restless. She laid her head down on her desk for just a moment, hoping a short rest would help pass the time. But before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.She woke up with a jolt at exactly 5:00 p.m. Sharp.Yawning softly, she stretched to shake off the remaining sleepiness. With quick hands, she began arranging her desk, smoothing out papers and shutting down her computer. The silence still lingered, which made her assume that most employees had already gone home for the day.Deciding to check in with Kieran before leaving, she walked up to his office. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door opened unexpectedly. She stepped back in surprise, eyes widening slightly.“I’m sorry. I was just about to knock,” Rhea said quickly.Kiera
Chapter Twenty Six"It's not your fault. Ethan has always been like that. I didn't expect him to do something this bizarre. Are you sure you're okay?" Kael asked again, concern evident in his tone. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be in my office," Rhea said, giving him a small nod before turning to leave. She wasn’t fine at all. Kael watched her go before turning back to the employees, who were still whispering among themselves. "Alright, let's get back to work. Sorry for the inconvenience." The workers nodded, some still shaken by what they had just witnessed. Kael let out a sigh before heading straight to Kieran’s office. The moment he stepped inside, Kieran raised his head to acknowledge his presence. "Find me a replacement for Ethan," Kieran said simply, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I figured you'd say that," Kael replied, leaning against the desk. "But what about his father? You know how he is. He’s not going to take this lightly. The injuries alone will make him furious."