Savannah My hands cradled my head. Thoughts came in waves, crashing and overlapping, refusing to give me a moment of peace. Telling Xavier the truth felt like standing on a cliff’s edge. I was uncertain if I’d fall or fly.In my head, I kept replaying different versions of his reaction.Would he be moved when I drop to my knees and weep profusely? Would I confess everything, even the parts I barely understood?I hadn’t lied at first, not directly. I hadn’t even wanted to be here. I told him I wasn’t Sasha. He looked at me like I was crazy, and that worked.But I had still lied, whether by staying or by pretending. I let him believe I’d lost my memory.What if banishment wasn’t the worst of it? What if he saw my deception as unforgivable? What if he demanded my execution?The thought made me shiver. Yet beneath it, a flicker of hope tightened within.Xavier was Jermaine and Jace’s father.And my life was fucked up. I hadn’t asked for this mess. I was drugged, waking up in a life I
Xavier The day felt like it had dragged on for an eternity. Every time I looked at the clock, the hands seemed to crawl backward. My legs were heavy, my back was sore from sitting too long, and my thoughts kept drifting home. I needed to be with my wife.But there was still too much work to finish. Even in this euphoric moment of my life, where everything seemed to be falling into place, I couldn’t afford to hand over the reins. The pack needed me. No one else could handle it the way I could. So I stayed. I raised a half-full glass of wine to my lips and took a slow sip.“You’ve been spacing out,” Greg said, his voice pulling me back. He leaned against the wall and watched me with that usual grin. “Eager to go to your wife, huh?”I looked at him and let out a low chuckle, then took another sip. “Why are you so fixated on my marriage, Gregory? Maybe we should make you our official timekeeper. You could count how many times we make love and document it to satisfy your curiosity.”His l
SavannahMy chest rose and fell like I was counting time with each breath. Beside me, Xavier slept soundly. One arm hung over his eyes, the other lay across his chest. His body looked carved from stone, still and heavy like nothing could move him.He wasn’t waking up anytime soon.I shifted upright, careful not to shake the mattress. My skin still tingled where his teeth had marked me. Right there, just below my collarbone.He marked me.And I asked him to.I pressed my palm against the spot. It felt so alive. This was supposed to be the greatest moment in a wolf’s life. But instead of peace, I felt cornered. Like I’d just locked myself inside something I didn’t fully understand.His scent had already started to change. It clung to my skin. We were fused now. Bonded. I could feel him in my blood.If I walked into a room, no one would smell me alone anymore. They’d smell us—together. Every wolf, every elder, every enemy. I wasn’t just Savannah now. I was marked.I chewed my bottom lip.
SavannahI dragged myself out of bed and padded to the bathroom. My reflection stared back, blank and confused. My neck still carried his mark. The bond was sealed, irreversible.All I felt was heat in my throat and questions buzzing in my head. I rinsed, tossed the brush back into the cup, and sat back on the edge of the bed.The house was too quiet. Xavier had gone for his morning run. I pulled the blanket over my legs and picked up my phone.“Look who finally remembered she has a friend,” Eve’s voice poured through the speaker, teasing and too loud for my mood.“I think I made a mistake.”Silence.Then, “What kind of mistake?”“I let Xavier mark me.”“You what?” Her voice dropped. “Savannah, are you serious?”“I thought it would solve something. I don’t know. Maybe make me feel grounded, or closer to the truth.”“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. You should’ve waited. At least until you had the money for Jermaine’s surgery. Now you’ve bonded yourself to someone who thinks you’re someon
XavierMy estate was quiet above ground but underground was where the real work happened. The strategy room, they called it. Walls lined with old maps, seals, and shelves stuffed with decades of records.I stared at the centerpiece. Every folder, chart, and seal on this table could decide my future or ruin it.In less than two weeks, I would be crowned Regional Alpha.And the vultures were circling.Our world ran on a hierarchy as old as the bloodlines that shaped it. Continental Alphas sat at the top. Then came National Alphas, controlling wide territories across borders. Regional Alphas like the one I was becoming handled the chaos within specific districts, answering to the nationals and leading the provincials, who in turn governed tribe-level packs.To rise this high before the age of thirty was unheard of and unforgivable to some, especially to men like Alpha Henry.My wife’s grandfather had always made his opinion clear. He claimed that without his influence, I would still be f
Savannah The moment Eve said Jermaine had missed school again, my gut twisted."He just needs rest," she said over the phone, trying to make it sound light.No. Rest didn’t keep my son away from school. Jermaine loved learning more than Jace loved trucks.I clutched the phone tighter. "Eve, please take him to the hospital for a check-up."She chuckled. "Girl, you’ll grow grey hair before thirty. He’s fine.”I didn't believe her. "I'm coming to see him.""Sav—"I ended the call. Xavier had already left the house for a council meeting. He wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. I slipped into jeans, tied a scarf over my hair, and grabbed the keys.I drove through the narrow backroads. Less traffic. Less chance of being followed. My palms stayed clenched around the wheel the entire ride.When I pulled up outside the house, Eve opened the door before I even knocked.She crossed her arms. "You’re obsessed."I walked past her. "You said he missed school. That’s enough reason.""You’re goin
Savannah Jermaine had just finished his cereal and was already halfway through his second cartoon on his iPad when I sat beside him, glancing at the TV screen, but it wasn’t the colors or the silly talking animals that held my attention. It was Xavier’s face.He filled the TV screen during a breaking news segment, standing at a podium, all perfectly composed. They were analyzing his journey, how he climbed so fast from provincial to regional Alpha, breaking records, shocking older Alphas, and threatening the balance of tradition. I smiled, not because of the praise, but because I knew that man. Not the one they showed, but the one who slept beside me, who carried me to bed when I was too tired to walk, who kissed the top of my head, who made love to me, whose mark I was carrying.Too bad he didn’t know who I really was.I pulled my blanket tighter. The lies were mounting. At some point, everything I’d built would collapse. I didn’t know when or how, but I felt it breathing down my n
On my wedding morning, I woke up next to a man who wasn’t my fiancé. My first instinct was to scream. But even that seemed difficult as my tongue felt heavy as a stone. Something was terribly wrong. Confused, I sat up, yanking the cream sheets to my chest. The stranger lay on his side, shirtless, with broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a wolf tattoo inked across his back. This wasn’t Ethan. This didn't even look like someone I know. I clamped my hand over my mouth. My dress from the bridal shower last night lay crumpled on the floor like it had been tossed carelessly. My brain felt like ice. Why couldn't I remember anything? With trembling hands, I reached for my thighs, desperately hoping that I had my panties on. Something slick coated my fingers and I knew. Jumping out of bed like it would bite me, I threw my clothes on carelessly, and tiptoed out of the room, running as fast as I could down the hallway to the suite we had booked for the bridal shower. It was empty. Not
Savannah Jermaine had just finished his cereal and was already halfway through his second cartoon on his iPad when I sat beside him, glancing at the TV screen, but it wasn’t the colors or the silly talking animals that held my attention. It was Xavier’s face.He filled the TV screen during a breaking news segment, standing at a podium, all perfectly composed. They were analyzing his journey, how he climbed so fast from provincial to regional Alpha, breaking records, shocking older Alphas, and threatening the balance of tradition. I smiled, not because of the praise, but because I knew that man. Not the one they showed, but the one who slept beside me, who carried me to bed when I was too tired to walk, who kissed the top of my head, who made love to me, whose mark I was carrying.Too bad he didn’t know who I really was.I pulled my blanket tighter. The lies were mounting. At some point, everything I’d built would collapse. I didn’t know when or how, but I felt it breathing down my n
Savannah The moment Eve said Jermaine had missed school again, my gut twisted."He just needs rest," she said over the phone, trying to make it sound light.No. Rest didn’t keep my son away from school. Jermaine loved learning more than Jace loved trucks.I clutched the phone tighter. "Eve, please take him to the hospital for a check-up."She chuckled. "Girl, you’ll grow grey hair before thirty. He’s fine.”I didn't believe her. "I'm coming to see him.""Sav—"I ended the call. Xavier had already left the house for a council meeting. He wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. I slipped into jeans, tied a scarf over my hair, and grabbed the keys.I drove through the narrow backroads. Less traffic. Less chance of being followed. My palms stayed clenched around the wheel the entire ride.When I pulled up outside the house, Eve opened the door before I even knocked.She crossed her arms. "You’re obsessed."I walked past her. "You said he missed school. That’s enough reason.""You’re goin
XavierMy estate was quiet above ground but underground was where the real work happened. The strategy room, they called it. Walls lined with old maps, seals, and shelves stuffed with decades of records.I stared at the centerpiece. Every folder, chart, and seal on this table could decide my future or ruin it.In less than two weeks, I would be crowned Regional Alpha.And the vultures were circling.Our world ran on a hierarchy as old as the bloodlines that shaped it. Continental Alphas sat at the top. Then came National Alphas, controlling wide territories across borders. Regional Alphas like the one I was becoming handled the chaos within specific districts, answering to the nationals and leading the provincials, who in turn governed tribe-level packs.To rise this high before the age of thirty was unheard of and unforgivable to some, especially to men like Alpha Henry.My wife’s grandfather had always made his opinion clear. He claimed that without his influence, I would still be f
SavannahI dragged myself out of bed and padded to the bathroom. My reflection stared back, blank and confused. My neck still carried his mark. The bond was sealed, irreversible.All I felt was heat in my throat and questions buzzing in my head. I rinsed, tossed the brush back into the cup, and sat back on the edge of the bed.The house was too quiet. Xavier had gone for his morning run. I pulled the blanket over my legs and picked up my phone.“Look who finally remembered she has a friend,” Eve’s voice poured through the speaker, teasing and too loud for my mood.“I think I made a mistake.”Silence.Then, “What kind of mistake?”“I let Xavier mark me.”“You what?” Her voice dropped. “Savannah, are you serious?”“I thought it would solve something. I don’t know. Maybe make me feel grounded, or closer to the truth.”“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. You should’ve waited. At least until you had the money for Jermaine’s surgery. Now you’ve bonded yourself to someone who thinks you’re someon
SavannahMy chest rose and fell like I was counting time with each breath. Beside me, Xavier slept soundly. One arm hung over his eyes, the other lay across his chest. His body looked carved from stone, still and heavy like nothing could move him.He wasn’t waking up anytime soon.I shifted upright, careful not to shake the mattress. My skin still tingled where his teeth had marked me. Right there, just below my collarbone.He marked me.And I asked him to.I pressed my palm against the spot. It felt so alive. This was supposed to be the greatest moment in a wolf’s life. But instead of peace, I felt cornered. Like I’d just locked myself inside something I didn’t fully understand.His scent had already started to change. It clung to my skin. We were fused now. Bonded. I could feel him in my blood.If I walked into a room, no one would smell me alone anymore. They’d smell us—together. Every wolf, every elder, every enemy. I wasn’t just Savannah now. I was marked.I chewed my bottom lip.
Xavier The day felt like it had dragged on for an eternity. Every time I looked at the clock, the hands seemed to crawl backward. My legs were heavy, my back was sore from sitting too long, and my thoughts kept drifting home. I needed to be with my wife.But there was still too much work to finish. Even in this euphoric moment of my life, where everything seemed to be falling into place, I couldn’t afford to hand over the reins. The pack needed me. No one else could handle it the way I could. So I stayed. I raised a half-full glass of wine to my lips and took a slow sip.“You’ve been spacing out,” Greg said, his voice pulling me back. He leaned against the wall and watched me with that usual grin. “Eager to go to your wife, huh?”I looked at him and let out a low chuckle, then took another sip. “Why are you so fixated on my marriage, Gregory? Maybe we should make you our official timekeeper. You could count how many times we make love and document it to satisfy your curiosity.”His l
Savannah My hands cradled my head. Thoughts came in waves, crashing and overlapping, refusing to give me a moment of peace. Telling Xavier the truth felt like standing on a cliff’s edge. I was uncertain if I’d fall or fly.In my head, I kept replaying different versions of his reaction.Would he be moved when I drop to my knees and weep profusely? Would I confess everything, even the parts I barely understood?I hadn’t lied at first, not directly. I hadn’t even wanted to be here. I told him I wasn’t Sasha. He looked at me like I was crazy, and that worked.But I had still lied, whether by staying or by pretending. I let him believe I’d lost my memory.What if banishment wasn’t the worst of it? What if he saw my deception as unforgivable? What if he demanded my execution?The thought made me shiver. Yet beneath it, a flicker of hope tightened within.Xavier was Jermaine and Jace’s father.And my life was fucked up. I hadn’t asked for this mess. I was drugged, waking up in a life I
Savannah The rain tapped lightly against the mansion's glass windows. The sound should have felt calming, but it only made the storm inside me louder. My head was a mess, thoughts piling over one another until I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling anymore.I stared ahead, unfocused, trying to make sense of the image that kept flashing through my mind. Xavier’s tattoo. The one on his back. I’d seen it earlier, and something about it had hooked itself deep into me, refusing to let go. It reminded me too much of something I never wanted to remember. The tattoo on the stranger’s back — the man who had taken everything from me that night.I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe it only looked familiar because my memory was fractured. I hadn’t been in any state to remember the details. That night, everything had been blurry. Faces, voices, everything smeared together like wet paint. I couldn’t describe the tattoo, not really. But the shape of it — some
Xavier Sasha’s fingers moved lightly over the tattoo on my back. She didn’t rush. Her touch was slow, tracing the edges like she was trying to understand it just by feeling. The moment her fingertips brushed across my skin, a tingling sensation spread through me. My back was always sensitive, and she had found that spot without even trying.“This is beautiful,” she whispered. Her voice was soft but not completely steady. I glanced back at her, and her eyes weren’t fully on the tattoo anymore. She was staring past it, trying to pull something from the edge of her memory. Something she couldn’t quite reach.My heart picked up. That had to mean something. She remembered something. That was good, right? I turned to face her fully, not wanting to miss anything in her expression.“What’s on your mind, darling? Talk to me,” I asked, keeping my voice gentle.“I... um... nothing,” she said. The words were slow, not confident. She didn’t sound like she believed them herself.I wrapped my arm