It was another crisp dawn in Nicholas's mansion, the golden rays of light from the setting sun, illuminating the mansion’s opulent facade. Kimberly, the newly crowned Beta, who also was no longer referred to as a newbie werewolf. She had now grown accustomed to the mansion's labyrinthine corridors, its inhabitants, and its daily schedule. The once-daunting estate now felt like home —a home she wished she'd grown up in and always had. Despite the hostility towards her and side talks from a few pack members, Kimberly refused to be cajoled into inferiority as she always held her head up high whenever she passed by. She was the Beta of the pack anyway.As she got out of bed and went about her morning routine, her thoughts centered on the day's training session with Alpha Nicholas. Their sessions had become a highlight of her day, pushing her limits and honing her skills. Kimberly's determination to prove herself as a worthy Beta burned brighter with each passing day.For three consecuti
Kimberly's eyes were enormous at the captivating sight of his sculpted physique, hidden beneath his usual black long-sleeved shirts. This was a side of Nicholas she had never seen —half naked and dripping wet. His rugged beauty, which even looked better without clothes on, left her awestruck. She swallowed, eyeing his chest. This man was magnificently crafted, she thought.Kimberly's gaze drifted downward, following the tiny rivulets of water as they trickled from Nicholas's face to his bare chest. Her eyes lingered, then settled on the tattoo etched into his skin – a majestic wolf, its details eerily familiar. It was the same image that adorned the portraits in the hallway, a symbol she had often wondered about. Now, seeing it on Nicholas's body, it seemed to hold a deeper significance.Kimberly's gaze roamed over Nicholas's chiseled physique - his bulky arms, defined chest, and sculpted abs. She swallowed hard, her eyes lingering a moment too long. Suddenly, his icy voice shattere
Kimberly's eyes darted around the dungeon, her heart racing with trepidation. The large, underground vault-like room had grey stone walls and a dark granite floor. Soft, golden light from modern torches illuminated the space, casting gentle but eerie shadows.The room was sparse, with only a few features breaking the simplicity. The thick, brass chains that were anchored to the floor caught her attention. But it wasn't just the chain that made her stomach churn with unease; it was the multiple grisly claw marks that marred the stones around it. Her eyes then narrowed to a circular mark that was etched into the center of the room, surrounded by intricate symbols. Similar gashes marred the walls, a testament to the transformative power that unfolded within.Across from where she stood, a sturdy, iron-reinforced door secured with electronic locks and bolts led to a narrow corridor. The air was cool and still, with a subtle calmness that belied the room's purpose. Soft, golden light from
Ignoring the utterly perplexed Kimberly whose anxiety was creeping in, Nicholas finished dressing up, his movements swift and efficient. Although he had warned her never to be in his room again, he seemed to have no problem having her there as he went about his business. Having worn his footwear, he sauntered to the long dresser table in the middle of the expensive and deluxe closet, where his watches, deodorant perfumes, and several other various fashion accessories were placed in an orderly manner. He picked up one of his perfumes and sprayed it on his clothes, then picked up another and sprayed it on his neck, behind his ears, and then under his wrists.Simultaneously, Kimberly's senses became completely overwhelmed by the intoxicating aroma of Nicholas's perfume, her werewolf senses heightened to the point where she could discern the subtlest notes of bergamot, lavender, and cedarwood.As the fragrance enveloped her, Kimberly's senses went into overdrive. Although it wasn't the f
Kimberly's eyes darted around the dungeon, her heart racing with trepidation. The large, underground vault-like room had grey stone walls and a dark granite floor. Soft, golden light from modern torches illuminated the space, casting gentle but eerie shadows.The room was sparse, with only a few features breaking the simplicity. The thick, brass chains that were anchored to the floor caught her attention. But it wasn't just the chain that made her stomach churn with unease; it was the multiple grisly claw marks that marred the stones around it. Her eyes then narrowed to a circular mark that was etched into the center of the room, surrounded by intricate symbols. Similar gashes marred the walls, a testament to the transformative power that unfolded within.Across from where she stood, a sturdy, iron-reinforced door secured with electronic locks and bolts led to a narrow corridor. The air was cool and still, with a subtle calmness that belied the room's purpose. Soft, golden light from
STILL AT THE DUNGEON.“It's not working!” Kimberly exclaimed quietly, her exasperation evident. For the past five minutes, she has been shutting her eyes and opening it, clenching her fists, taking deep breaths, imagining herself as a wolf, yet, her wolf refused to emerge, she couldn't transform.Nicholas remained in his stoic pose, his expression unreadable. “And why is that?” he asked, his tone neutral.His nonchalance was adding to her frustration. “I don't understand!” She fumed. “You said this was the easy part, you said you were going to guide me through!”“It is the easy part and I am guiding you through. You are the one who needs to do a better job at bringing forth your wolf, not me.” Nicholas retorted, his intense gaze fixed on her.Kimberly's eyes flashed with frustration. "I am trying! But nothing's happening."Nicholas's expression never wavered. "Try harder, Kimberly. Believe in your wolf.""I do believe in her," Kimberly insisted.Nicholas's expression turned skeptical.
However, in the subterranean office beneath their unassuming two-story house, the Silversmith family convened in secrecy. Arnold, Rebecca, Clark, and Aaron gathered around the round table, their faces etched with determination and resentment. The recent defeat still lingered, Nicholas's triumph in turning their own kin into a werewolf – a creature they had sworn to hunt – burning within them.Rebecca stood before the table, her finger tracing a path on the map spread before them. "We can't underestimate Nicholas again," she warned, her voice low and urgent. "He's proven he'll stop at nothing."Clark stood tall, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed in intensity. Aaron stood stoically against the doorframe, hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the table. Arnold was seated by the table, leaning forward, elbows on the table, his eyes locked onto Rebecca."The Lightwood pack thinks they've won," Rebecca continued, "but we'll show them the true meaning of power. We'll take back what'
Six hours later, Thursday, 7:00 am.Margaret was dressed in her two-piece cozy pajamas, with a night robe draped over it. She strode to her kitchen, her pale-blond hair packed in a disheveled ponytail. She was in a whole mood as she brewed her cappuccino, mentally jamming to the distant tweeting birds in the trees.Then she made breakfast. She made a typical American breakfast sandwich with a simple, delicious arugula salad and served it with a tasty vinaigrette. Once done, she quickly washed the cooking tools that she had used in cooking and made sure her kitchen was arranged impeccably as it normally would.Humming to the pleasant bird tunes, Margaret finally decided to go call her Almighty and formidable werewolf of a guest, whom she thought was still slumbering in his guest room. Thinking back to his expression when she had told her his room was ready, she mused that the image of his straight face, which she knew was a front, was still fresh in her mind. “If he doesn't loosen u