Alerion POV
I and my brothers gathered in the library later that night after I was done with my work for the day.
We all took our usual spots, with me sitting at the chair next to the mahogany table, my back against the high-backed leather chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest rhythmically. Caius was nearby, leaning against a bookshelf with his usual calm demeanour adjusting his glasses now and again with a bored expression on his face.
Zane was sprawled on the couch, his muscular frame taking up more than half of it and Lysander, the youngest, lounged by the window, his eyes gleaming with their usual mischief.
We only gathered in the library whenever we wanted to talk about something that bothered us and tonight’s discussion was about Valera and her mother. Well, mostly Valeria.
Her mother seemed to be pushing the right buttons with my father, making her out of our reach, at least for now.
“She’s just like her mother,” Lysander sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s looking to worm her way into our hearts and secure her future?”
We’ve lived through my father and his usual mistresses but none of them ever came with a child and none of them charmed my father enough into marrying them. So, this had come as a shock to us.
My eyes flickered to him, fighting the smile that wanted to spread across my face. Lysander has always been more sensitive than the rest of us.
Zane let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, I thought the same thing when I saw her the first day at the airport. Sweet, innocent face, but it’s always the quiet ones. Just like her mother who clawed her way into dad’s heart and bed. Now the daughter is also looking for someone to take care of her, waiting for the right moment to sink in her claws.”
“Coming from someone who handed them flowers,” Lysander scoffed, glaring at Zane. “Giving them flowers is like asking them to make themselves at home.”
“I was only pretending to be nice, that’s all!” Zane fired back with a shrug.
“Well,” Caius said dryly, adjusting his glasses with disdain on his face. “I can see what she’s trying to do and it’s laughable. Evelyn already manipulated Father into marrying her and now she’s pushing her daughter to follow the same path. To get attached to one of us and get set for life, but she won’t get far.”
“I agree,” Lysander added again. “Her mother’s a parasite and she’ll be no different. She’s probably already planning how to play each of us, trying to figure out who’ll break first. Pathetic.”
“I say we give her a show, show her who’s in charge here,” I finally spoke.
Lysander tilted his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “So, we’ll keep playing with her now, right? Does that mean I can keep having a little fun, like today? You had to see her face when I left her at school,” he laughed, clearly enjoying the idea of toying with Valeria more and making her life as uncomfortable as possible. “Poor little thing had to walk all the way home.”
“You shouldn’t be so obvious, Ly!” Caius remarked coming to lean against the mahogany desk. “Her mother might complain to her father.”
“I don’t think making her walk five miles, given she just came to the pack and is not familiar with the place, is fair. Maybe you were too harsh, Ly. Leaving her stranded is not fun. I wonder how you sleep at night,” Zane suddenly said.
“Like a newborn!” Lysander smirked. “It was more than fun, Zane. When she came in, she didn’t have the guts to tell her mother what happened. She was scared and she’ll do anything to keep her mother happy and make her worry less, that makes it easy for us.”
Zane’s face darkened slightly. “That’s the point, isn’t it? We can push her but don’t break her. We’re not supposed to make her life miserable. Just… show her her place. She’s just a girl…”
“Just a girl?” Caius cut him off with a dry laugh. “Like her mother was just an innocent woman who happened to catch father’s eye? Don’t be naïve Zane. We all know what they are and what they always want. Women like them are the same everywhere.”
“She’s a pretty gold digger though,” Lysander laughed cheerfully. “Those big scared eyes when she saw Alerion the other night. Priceless.”
I set down my glass of wine with deliberate care. “She shouldn’t have been wandering around at night. I merely- educated her on house rules.”
“By choking her?” Lysander’s grin widened. “How educational.”
“Watch your mouth, Ly,” I warned, though there was no real heat in my voice. “We’re teaching her a lesson not traumatizing her completely.”
“Exactly my point,” Zane sighed.
Caius paused, giving Zane a side glance. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for her already. You’re not going soft, are you? Falling for her innocent act? The scared little girl routine?
“Hell no!” Zane’s expression tightened as he clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Someone like me fall for someone like her? Please Caius, I always have the sweet, juicy girls. I’ve been laid several times than any of you would ever be in a year. My specs are supermodels and unsuspecting daughters of Alphas. She’s nothing.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I nodded. “We wouldn’t want to end up like father, see how he always is around her. She had reduced him to playing house with a common wolf.”
“If you can even call her that,” Lysander added. “At least our mothers had proper bloodlines. What does this one bring to the pack? And her daughter…” he made a dismissive gesture. “No wolf, no power, no connections. Just a pretty face and the same scheming nature as her mother.”
“Take it easy guys!” Zane sighed again. “You’re giving her more power than is necessary. I’m not looking to spend my days with some terrified girl skulking around the house.”
“I knew from the moment you offered to give them that house tour that you were up to something,” Caius scoffed. “Open your eyes, Zane…”
“They’re wide open!” Zane snapped “And can you stop making a fuss about me being nice to them.”
“I think what Zane means is that we can play with her all we want but we should still maintain control. She’s wolfless, remember, which means, she’s not a threat and she’s still part of the family. We cannot go too far.”
“Why not?” Lysander rolled his eyes. “Do you like her too?”
“Don’t be silly, Lysander,” I glared at him. “I just don’t want her to die in the process of anything we do to her. I don’t care about her. Let’s not complicate things, guys, we don’t want a human’s blood on our hands.”
“You’re just afraid to get your hands dirty,” Lysander smirked. “But me? I don’t mind a little mess.”
“You’ll mind if you kill her by accident,” Zane scoffed.
Lysander sighed. “You’re both so uptight. I’m not planning on doing anything stupid. I just think we shouldn’t be going easy on her at all. She came here to be part of our lives, didn’t she? Let’s make sure she understands her place.”
“That’s the spirit,” Caius nodded with approval.
“Still guys,” I chirped in. “We’re teaching her a lesson, not destroying her completely. Keep it contained, and controlled. No marks, no evidence. Just enough to make her realize she’s not welcome here.”
“Spoilsport,” Lysander pouted. “But fine. Subtle it is.”
As if on cue, footsteps echoed in the hallways outside and we all fell silent, watching the shadow pass under the door. Light, hesitant steps – Valeria. Probably, heading to the kitchen again.
“Well!” Lysander stood, stretching like a cat. “I believe that’s my cue for another little lesson, Does anyone care to join?”
“She walked five miles today. Let her rest for now,” I said quietly. “Tomorrow, we’ll start bright and early.”
Valeria POVMy step-brothers went easy on me for the rest of the week.They treated me like I was invisible but that was fine since they were no longer bullying me. Maybe they finally had a rethink. So, I decided to take my mother’s advice.The sound of sizzling oil filled the kitchen as I carefully arranged the honey-glazed chicken inside a lunch box. I tried to copy the movements of the chef whose tutorials I had seen, cutting the vegetables into perfect shapes – carrots carved into delicate flowers, cucumbers rolled into a beautiful spiral.The clock in the kitchen read 5:30 Am but I have been awake since four, determined to make the perfect lunch for my Oldest brother, Alerion.Three weeks of living in the Packhouse has taught me to treasure these quiet morning hours before the maids arrived, before my step-father’s critical gaze – although he rarely speaks to me except when he wants to organize my life the way it pleases him and wants to inform me, still I couldn’t help but feel
Valeria POVThat evening, I sat at my desk calculating my remaining savings which had dwindled significantly after my recent attempts at buying my step-brothers affection.My mother’s words from breakfast some days ago echoed in my mind. “You should focus on building relationships between yourself and your brothers. Don’t just give up because they’re not being receptive yet.”I had tried to explain to her about the gifts and lunches, about my efforts to connect with them but my mother had insisted I wasn’t trying enough.“If they’re not receptive, you’re not trying hard enough. They’ll be Future Alphas one day and are perfect examples of grace and refinement. The problem must lie with your approach.So, I kept trying. I learned all of their favourite food, spent hours browsing the stores for perfect gifts, and offered help with tasks before being asked but each of my attempts was met with the same polite dismissal, each gift redirected to another person and today… I couldn’t believe t
Valeria POVEight Months later…I struck a day off the calendar sighing with content – three more days until my eighteenth birthday. Three days until I could finally escape this prison.I had even planned everything: a small apartment in the city, far from Red Ridge Pack, I’d already gotten a job at a bookstore, and thankfully since I was no longer vying for the affection of my stepbrothers, I’ve been able to save.Not only that, I was supposed to have gotten my wolf at 14 but I am almost 18, everyone has assumed I am human but for me, it was the best thing ever. No wolf meant no pack bonds to break, no mate to pine for, no ties to sever except the already fragile ones binding me to this family that had never wanted me.The only problem was my stepfather, Alpha Cassian was growing impatient.A month ago, I’d overheard him telling my mother, that as soon as I turn 18, I’ll be mated off.His voice had been calm but it was laced with disdain as if it was my fault that I had no wolf.“She
Valeria POVI am now Alpha Cassian’s stepdaughter not just that, I also have four hot, dangerously sexy step-brothers – the kind of hotness that will make your pulse race just by standing in the same room with name and leave a wet patch in between your legs. Me… a girl who has been an only child all my life. It has just been me and my mommy and I loved the arrangement. I loved that I could not share her with someone else but my mother fell in love and although I know I have no say in her choices, I just wished she had chosen another species... maybe a human and not a werewolf.So, here I am, standing on the Private tarmac of the Red Ridge Pack Airport, waiting for a crew to hand us our luggage. Well, my step-father was not only a powerful Alpha, but he was also wealthy and had sent a private jet to pick up me and Mom.“Thank you!” my mother murmured gratefully to the Porter who finished loading all of our luggage as we turned and followed behind him.My mother glanced at her phone. “
Valeria POVThe pale morning light filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow across my room. I lay in bed, motionless. The events of the previous night playing on repeat in my mind like a nightmare.The lingering scent of blood, Alerion’s icy gaze and the way his hand had wrapped around my throat – teased into my mind afresh hanging like a heavy cloud. I had barely slept, every creak kept me on the edge, as if something or someone could be lurking at the corner of my room, waiting for the perfect moment to strangle me in my sleep.I had to tell my mother – at least. Whatever Alerion and his family were doing it had to be illegal right?My hands hovered over my phone, fingers trembling as I considered calling my mother, after a moment’s hesitation. I dialed her number and had almost given up that she wouldn’t pick up when she answered.“Hey, sweetheart, good morning.” She said breezily.“Mom!” I started without a preamble “There’s something I want to tell you. Last night…”“Hol
Valeria POVThe drive to school was torture.I perched at the other end of the back seat, holding my breath while Lysander sat next to me, his presence feeling the entire car. Finally, the car pulled up, in front of a big gate that had the name ‘Moonhaven Academy’ embossed on the top.The school was such a beautiful architectural edifice with wrought iron barriers and wolf motifs adorning the entrance. As we drove through the gate, my eyes widened – impressed by the ancient stone building and modern glass structures that were the school.There was large, sprawling, neatly pruned lawns with flower hedges made up of different beautiful flowers. On the lawns were tall trees, pruned too – and serving as cover for the benches. I saw some students sitting on the grass, taking pictures, talking and laughing.Everyone dressed so impeccable, and looked so perfect… this was nothing like my former school which had overgrown grasses and hedges with students dressed as they wanted, here, although
Valeria POVBy the time I finally arrived at the packhouse, it was too late.My feet ached as I trudged up the driveway, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn and my heart was heavy with fear and sadness. I had gotten lost several while trying to track my way to the pack house, all I wanted right now was a warm bath and maybe food.But as I neared the packhouse, it was anything but welcoming. It felt like a prison.As the front door opened, I saw my mother pacing in the foyer, worry etched across her face. As soon as she saw me, she ran up to me.“Valeria! Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours. Lysander said he didn’t see you after school and came home thinking you had come ahead. What happened dear?”My eyes darted past my mom to where Lysander was lounging on the stairs, his pupils glinting with amusement. He was watching me intently, a slow smug smile curving his lips.He knew.He knew exactly what he had done, leaving me stranded at sch
Valeria POVEight Months later…I struck a day off the calendar sighing with content – three more days until my eighteenth birthday. Three days until I could finally escape this prison.I had even planned everything: a small apartment in the city, far from Red Ridge Pack, I’d already gotten a job at a bookstore, and thankfully since I was no longer vying for the affection of my stepbrothers, I’ve been able to save.Not only that, I was supposed to have gotten my wolf at 14 but I am almost 18, everyone has assumed I am human but for me, it was the best thing ever. No wolf meant no pack bonds to break, no mate to pine for, no ties to sever except the already fragile ones binding me to this family that had never wanted me.The only problem was my stepfather, Alpha Cassian was growing impatient.A month ago, I’d overheard him telling my mother, that as soon as I turn 18, I’ll be mated off.His voice had been calm but it was laced with disdain as if it was my fault that I had no wolf.“She
Valeria POVThat evening, I sat at my desk calculating my remaining savings which had dwindled significantly after my recent attempts at buying my step-brothers affection.My mother’s words from breakfast some days ago echoed in my mind. “You should focus on building relationships between yourself and your brothers. Don’t just give up because they’re not being receptive yet.”I had tried to explain to her about the gifts and lunches, about my efforts to connect with them but my mother had insisted I wasn’t trying enough.“If they’re not receptive, you’re not trying hard enough. They’ll be Future Alphas one day and are perfect examples of grace and refinement. The problem must lie with your approach.So, I kept trying. I learned all of their favourite food, spent hours browsing the stores for perfect gifts, and offered help with tasks before being asked but each of my attempts was met with the same polite dismissal, each gift redirected to another person and today… I couldn’t believe t
Valeria POVMy step-brothers went easy on me for the rest of the week.They treated me like I was invisible but that was fine since they were no longer bullying me. Maybe they finally had a rethink. So, I decided to take my mother’s advice.The sound of sizzling oil filled the kitchen as I carefully arranged the honey-glazed chicken inside a lunch box. I tried to copy the movements of the chef whose tutorials I had seen, cutting the vegetables into perfect shapes – carrots carved into delicate flowers, cucumbers rolled into a beautiful spiral.The clock in the kitchen read 5:30 Am but I have been awake since four, determined to make the perfect lunch for my Oldest brother, Alerion.Three weeks of living in the Packhouse has taught me to treasure these quiet morning hours before the maids arrived, before my step-father’s critical gaze – although he rarely speaks to me except when he wants to organize my life the way it pleases him and wants to inform me, still I couldn’t help but feel
Alerion POVI and my brothers gathered in the library later that night after I was done with my work for the day.We all took our usual spots, with me sitting at the chair next to the mahogany table, my back against the high-backed leather chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest rhythmically. Caius was nearby, leaning against a bookshelf with his usual calm demeanour adjusting his glasses now and again with a bored expression on his face.Zane was sprawled on the couch, his muscular frame taking up more than half of it and Lysander, the youngest, lounged by the window, his eyes gleaming with their usual mischief.We only gathered in the library whenever we wanted to talk about something that bothered us and tonight’s discussion was about Valera and her mother. Well, mostly Valeria.Her mother seemed to be pushing the right buttons with my father, making her out of our reach, at least for now.“She’s just like her mother,” Lysander sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “She
Valeria POVBy the time I finally arrived at the packhouse, it was too late.My feet ached as I trudged up the driveway, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn and my heart was heavy with fear and sadness. I had gotten lost several while trying to track my way to the pack house, all I wanted right now was a warm bath and maybe food.But as I neared the packhouse, it was anything but welcoming. It felt like a prison.As the front door opened, I saw my mother pacing in the foyer, worry etched across her face. As soon as she saw me, she ran up to me.“Valeria! Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours. Lysander said he didn’t see you after school and came home thinking you had come ahead. What happened dear?”My eyes darted past my mom to where Lysander was lounging on the stairs, his pupils glinting with amusement. He was watching me intently, a slow smug smile curving his lips.He knew.He knew exactly what he had done, leaving me stranded at sch
Valeria POVThe drive to school was torture.I perched at the other end of the back seat, holding my breath while Lysander sat next to me, his presence feeling the entire car. Finally, the car pulled up, in front of a big gate that had the name ‘Moonhaven Academy’ embossed on the top.The school was such a beautiful architectural edifice with wrought iron barriers and wolf motifs adorning the entrance. As we drove through the gate, my eyes widened – impressed by the ancient stone building and modern glass structures that were the school.There was large, sprawling, neatly pruned lawns with flower hedges made up of different beautiful flowers. On the lawns were tall trees, pruned too – and serving as cover for the benches. I saw some students sitting on the grass, taking pictures, talking and laughing.Everyone dressed so impeccable, and looked so perfect… this was nothing like my former school which had overgrown grasses and hedges with students dressed as they wanted, here, although
Valeria POVThe pale morning light filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow across my room. I lay in bed, motionless. The events of the previous night playing on repeat in my mind like a nightmare.The lingering scent of blood, Alerion’s icy gaze and the way his hand had wrapped around my throat – teased into my mind afresh hanging like a heavy cloud. I had barely slept, every creak kept me on the edge, as if something or someone could be lurking at the corner of my room, waiting for the perfect moment to strangle me in my sleep.I had to tell my mother – at least. Whatever Alerion and his family were doing it had to be illegal right?My hands hovered over my phone, fingers trembling as I considered calling my mother, after a moment’s hesitation. I dialed her number and had almost given up that she wouldn’t pick up when she answered.“Hey, sweetheart, good morning.” She said breezily.“Mom!” I started without a preamble “There’s something I want to tell you. Last night…”“Hol
Valeria POVI am now Alpha Cassian’s stepdaughter not just that, I also have four hot, dangerously sexy step-brothers – the kind of hotness that will make your pulse race just by standing in the same room with name and leave a wet patch in between your legs. Me… a girl who has been an only child all my life. It has just been me and my mommy and I loved the arrangement. I loved that I could not share her with someone else but my mother fell in love and although I know I have no say in her choices, I just wished she had chosen another species... maybe a human and not a werewolf.So, here I am, standing on the Private tarmac of the Red Ridge Pack Airport, waiting for a crew to hand us our luggage. Well, my step-father was not only a powerful Alpha, but he was also wealthy and had sent a private jet to pick up me and Mom.“Thank you!” my mother murmured gratefully to the Porter who finished loading all of our luggage as we turned and followed behind him.My mother glanced at her phone. “