As the dust settled, Nicholas and Levi found themselves shocked and disoriented, their eyes fixed on Kimberly with a mix of confusion and awe. With a painful groan, Levi sank his own hand into his shifted heart which was almost about to be ripped out of his chest, and he pushed it back to its original position with undeterred precision. That was the closest he'd ever been to death in his entire life, but he made sure to conceal the flicker of emotion that would have revealed it. For some unknown reasons, Kimberly had chosen to stop Nicholas, she had chosen to save Levi, and Levi was thankful for that. This reason however was subtly understood by Levi, he knew she had saved him not because she believed what he had said, it was because he knew she must be desperate for answers. And he believed that deep down in her heart, she knew that something was missing and she wanted to know what. Apparently, saving Levi's life was a one step to finding out answers—or so Levi thought. Barely re
Sitting on the grand stairs of the mansion entrance, now left alone with his beta, Nicholas stood frozen, Kimberly's limp form cradled in his arms. His gaze drifted down to her pale face, her delicate features softened in unconsciousness. A pang of concern and protectiveness was swelling within him.As he raised his eyes, the devastation surrounding him came into stark focus. The once-grand, wholesome, and humble abode was now a scene of utter carnage. The air was heavy with the stench of death and blood. The walls, once adorned with warm memories, now seemed empty and devoid of empathy, bearing witness only to the massacre and loneliness that lingered.The silence was oppressive, punctuated by the sound of flying crows, rustling leaves and Nicholas's own ragged breathing. He felt a wave of grief wash over him, a sense of loss that threatened to consume him. His home, his sanctuary, was gone. And Kimberly, the mysterious and fragile girl in his arms, was all that remained.Nicholas co
With his speech still echoing in the air, Nicholas's demeanor shifted, his fierce determination giving way to a softer, more gentle side. He turned his attention to Kimberly, who still lay unconscious in his arms. With a quiet tenderness, he lifted her up, cradling her against his chest as he carried her inside the mansion.As he entered the grand foyer, he veered off towards the stairs, his footsteps quiet on the marble floor. He ascended the stairs, his eyes fixed on Kimberly's pale face, his heart still racing with the emotions of the past few hours.Reaching his bedroom, Nicholas laid Kimberly down on the bed, his hands moving with a gentle reverence as he began to tend to her. He returned from the bathroom with a bowl containing warm water and a towel in hand. He wet the towel and carefully began to clear her face, wiping away the dirt and grime that had accumulated during the battle.As he worked, he checked her for any injuries, his fingers probing gently for any signs of harm.
Squeezing the last bit of the water into the bowl, Nicholas was done cleaning her up. Gently, he caressed her soft face, his fingers making its way to her bronze hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through the thick, luscious strands, slowly losing himself in the silky texture and the sweet scent that wafted from her locks. His touch was reverent, as if he feared damaging the delicate beauty that lay before him. As he gently detangled her hair, his eyes roamed over her peaceful face, drinking in the sight of her relaxed features. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her lips, and the delicate flutter of her eyelids all combined to create a sense of serene tranquility that enveloped him, calming the turmoil that was ravaging him from within. Then, abruptly, he took his hands off her, steeling himself to avoid going any further. He pulled up the duvet to her chest, and arranged the pillow under her head, making sure she was comfortable before he stepped away. He too
As Sheila stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her world began to shatter. The air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe, as she took in the sight of Nicholas, her alpha, her secret lover, her childhood friend, lying in bed with...her. Kimberly. The girl he had dethroned her for, the girl he had pushed her away for. The pain was like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of her. Sheila felt as though she'd been punched in the gut, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the intimate scene, her mind reeling with the implications. How could he? How could he do this to her? After everything they'd shared, after all the secrets they'd kept, after all the promises they'd made to each other. Sheila's eyes burned with unshed tears as she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the doorframe to steady herself. She felt like she was going to collapse, like her legs were going to give out beneath her
"Ridiculous!" Sheila exclaimed angrily, her eyes flashing in contempt as she scoffed with indignation. "Move, Nicholas!" she demanded, her tone firm and unyielding. But Nicholas only smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. He seemed to revel in her anger, his expression a mixture of amusement and adoration."I've missed your stubborn ass," he replied, his voice low and husky. To her, his words were like fuel to the fire, infuriating her all the more. Sheila's face burned with rage as she took a step closer to Nicholas, her fists clenched at her sides. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You think this is funny?" She scorned, her voice dripping with venom. Her eyes blazed with anger, her gaze piercing Nicholas like a dagger.Nicholas mildly shook his head in disagreement, as if pretending not to understand what she was on about. "I think not. As a matter of fact, nothing about all of this… funny." He countered, gesturing with both han
Kimberly stirred on the bed, her slumber disrupted by the raised voices and angry exchange drifting from downstairs. The cacophony of clattering and thudding sounds that followed was like a sledgehammer, jolting her awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.She sat up with a start, her gaze darting wildly around the room. And then it hit her —she was in Nicholas's room. How in the world...? Her mind reeled as she scrambled to piece together the events of the previous hours. Fragments of memories swirled in her head, but the details remained frustratingly elusive.Kimberly's eyes dropped to look inside the duvet covering her body, and she breathed a sigh of relief to find she was still fully clothed. A wry smile twisted her lips as she chided herself for her momentary lapse of sanity. Why did she even think Nicholas would...? She shook her head, annoyed at her own foolishness. She then stood up from the bed, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. "Nic
The moment Sheila stepped out of Nicholas's mansion, a single name echoed through her mind: Hannah. Because truly, she has lost it all. The weight of that realization settled heavy on Sheila's shoulders, her thoughts consumed by the bitter taste of defeat.She couldn't even get close to Kimberly, not with Nicholas constantly lurking, watching over her with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Sharing the same bed? The very idea was laughable, a cruel joke that only served to fuel Sheila's growing resentment.Kimberly was now firmly under Nicholas's protection, a fact that only seemed to twist the knife deeper into Sheila's already battered heart.Sheila's options were dwindling, her hands tied by the very bond Nicholas shared with Kimberly. She couldn't harm her without harming herself, because Nicholas will see to that happening.If Nicholas could strike her for merely insulting her, Sheila shuddered to think what he would do if she dared to lay a hand on Kimberly. Skinning her a
The night of the full moon was ablaze with magic and love. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sky was painted with hues of crimson and gold. It was the perfect night for a wedding, and Kimberly and Nicholas were ready to seal their love forever.Clark, with a warm smile, led Kimberly to the altar, where Nicholas awaited her. The ceremony was a beautiful blend of human and werewolf traditions, with the binding of the treaty being celebrated simultaneously. Aaron stood by Clark's side, a symbol of their newfound peace and unity.As Kimberly and Nicholas exchanged their vows, the full moon rose high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the gathering. The pack, a sea of familiar faces, watched with tears in their eyes as their beloved alpha and luna-to-be promised to love and cherish each other.With a final pronouncement, Kimberly and Nicholas were declared husband and wife. The pack erupted in cheers and applause as the newlyweds shared a tender kiss
Kimberly, still wailing on the ground, caught sight of Nicholas going about his killing spree, now about to kill her brothers, Clark and Aaron. "No!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. "Enough! Please!" She begged, scrambling to her feet and rushing towards Nicholas.Reluctantly, Nicholas turned to look at her, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong, Kimberly?" he asked, his voice still laced with the fury of his bloodshed."Enough of the killing!" Kimberly pleaded, grabbing his arm and holding him back. "Enough of this unending war, this carnage, and massacre! We've lost so much already!" She looked at Clark and Aaron, her eyes welling up with tears. "My father, Levi... how many more lives must we lose?"Nicholas's expression softened, and he looked at Clark and Aaron, who cowered in fear. "You want me to spare them?" he asked Kimberly.Kimberly nodded vigorously. "Yes, please. I want us to end this war, to find peace. We can't keep living like this, always looking o
Arnold, Rebecca, and Aaron sat huddled and bound together with chains, their eyes fixed on Kimberly, Levi, and Nicholas, who stood before them with the remaining two werewolves. Arnold's gaze darted around the room, his eyes widening in agitation as he realized Clark was missing."Where's Clark?" he demanded, his voice rising. "What have you done to my son?"Kimberly's expression remained calm, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Calm down, Arnold, he's fine. He'll probably join us soon."Arnold's face reddened with anger, he leaned forward saying; "We spoilt you too much, look at you calling me by my first name. Spoilt brat." He spat.Kimberly's eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned her back on them, focusing on Nicholas, who lay injured and breathing heavily on the ground. "Oh, would you rather I called you Father? Daddy? Papa?" She chuckled dryly, her voice laced with mockery.As she tended to Nicholas, her voice softened, and she whispered quietly, "You're okay, you're okay," r
With a sinister sneer, Kimberly raised her hands, and her fingers danced in the air, weaving intricate signs that shimmered with a malevolent glow. Her voice was low and hypnotic, chanting enchanting words in ancient languages that sent shivers down the spines of the Silversmiths. The air seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the three werewolves within the magical bubbles instantly vanished from sight, leaving the Silversmiths stunned, confused, and disoriented."Just tie them up, I'll let Nicholas decide what to do with them," Kimberly instructed in English, her voice dripping with malice. The Silversmiths exchanged fearful glances, knowing they were being hunted.As the magical bubbles dissipated, the Silversmiths launched a frantic barrage of bullets and arrows, firing wildly into the air. Clark, Arnold, Aaron, and Rebecca unleashed a hail of projectiles, but they kept missing their targets, as if the werewolves were phantoms.Suddenly, Arnold yelped in pain and vanished into th
The hours ticked by quickly as Kimberly meticulously outlined the plan to rescue Nicholas and Levi. Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of each werewolf as she spoke. "I know the layout of the Silversmith's house," she reminded them. "I was once their captive, and I know exactly where they'll be keeping Nicholas.”The werewolves listened intently, their faces set with determination. They were ready to put an end to the Silversmith hunters once and for all.With the plan in place, the group set out, their movements swift and silent. After a two-hour drive in their various cars, they reach the heart of town, where the Silversmith residence was located. As they approached the Silversmith house, Kimberly's heart pounded in her chest. The moment they stormed the crossed over the fence, the alarm system blared to life, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. Men dressed in black, armed with silver arrows and guns, poured out of the house, firing at the werewolves.The batt
What was thought to be a week's training, turned out to be a 72 hours non-stop training for Kimberly. Given her unyielding determination and resolve, she worked so hard until swift transformation became nothing short of remarkable. Under Hannah's guidance, she harnessed and possessed incredible power, her magic growing exponentially with each passing hour with and with each passing practice. Hannah took great delight in teaching Kimberly, who proved to be a fast and eager learner.As the hours turned into days, Kimberly's abilities continued to astound Hannah. She demonstrated a natural affinity for magic, mastering complex spells with ease. Her powers were raw, yet refined, and Hannah found herself intrigued by the depth of Kimberly's potential.Their training sessions were intense, with Kimberly pushing herself to the limit. She practiced tirelessly, honing her skills and perfecting her technique. Hannah watched with pride, knowing that Kimberly was destined for greatness.Finally,
The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair. Nicholas and Levi hung limply from the cold stone walls, their bodies battered and bruised. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the very darkness itself was closing in on them.Nicholas's eyes, once filled with an aura that commanded respect, now seemed dull and lifeless. His body was covered in lacerations, his skin torn and bleeding. He could feel a searing pain at two points in his back, it felt like they were two giant needles embedded in his skin. Levi, on the other hand, seemed to be in slightly better shape, but his eyes told a different story. They were sunken, his gaze weary from the pain and exhaustion.The sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon, growing louder with each passing moment. The atmosphere seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an ominous presence. Rebecca descended the stairs, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity."Welcome to your
Kimberly's instincts had guided her to Anavrin, a place she had never been before, yet somehow felt an inexplicable connection to. She had left behind the carnage and heartbreak, her mind reeling with questions and emotions. The train ride had been a blur, her thoughts consumed by the events that had transpired.As she stepped off the train and onto the platform, Kimberly felt an eerie sense of familiarity. She followed her instincts, navigating the streets of Anavrin with an uncanny sense of direction. The houses seemed to blend together, yet she knew exactly which path to take.Finally, she arrived at a cozy little cottage, smoke drifting lazily from the chimney. An elderly woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile greeted her at the door. "Welcome, child," she said, her voice so warm. "I've been waiting for you.”“Why?” Kimberly blurted out, her brows furrowed.“My name is Hannah, and I'm your grandmother." She said, her facial expression and stance inviting.Kimberly's eyes widene
The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of aggression. Kimberly's eyes snapped wide, her heart racing as she stood frozen, her gaze locked on the figure beyond Levi's broad shoulders. Levi's hands were splayed, his fingers curled into claws, ready to defend his daughter. "Step away from her, old man," Jack sneered, his voice dripping with malice, narrowing his eyes at Levi.Kimberly's eyes narrowed, her face twisted in a mixture of shock and outrage. "Jack!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the walls. "What do you think you're doing?""We're here to bring you back with us." Jack replied, his expression innocence personified, but Kimberly wasn't buying it. "We're to bring you back to your family, where you belong," he said, his voice smooth as silk."Where I belong?" Kimberly scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea where I belong. Go back and tell Nicholas that I'm done with him. And he should never send more men after me." Her voice was rigid, leavi