Lady Rosie walked through the grand hall of the mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. The mansion felt unnaturally quiet, the silence pressing in on her as she made her way to her daughter's room. Her mind was still focused on the failure of the rogue wolves. They had failed her. But there was something deeper brewing beneath the surface, a power that she couldn't yet understand. The mystery of Fay and the strange wolf that had rescued her gnawed at her thoughts.As she reached her daughter's door, she hesitated for a brief moment, running a hand over the rich fabric of her cloak. She could feel the weight of her decisions on her shoulders.Gwen would soon be married to Alpha Roderick. It should have been a moment of joy, but Lady Rosie couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to shift,something big was coming.She pushed the door open softly, revealing herdaughter's room. Gwen clear green eyes sparkled ,she was standing by the window, her hands ne
Fay sat by the window in her small room,staring out at the vast expanse of the land that stretched out before her. The sky was a deep blue, tinged with the first light of dawn. She couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened, the mansion where she had been a slave, her rescue by Dominic and the overwhelming confusion of the past few days.Her mind was clouded, torn between confusionand gratitude. She was safe now, away from Lady Rosie's clutches, but her past still lingered like a heavy shadow. Why had Lady Rosie wanted her dead? What had she done to deserve such hatred?Tears welled up in her eyes her she thought of her parents, Polish had known who they were,the cruelty shd face in the mansion, the way she was forced to do menial labor and punish for the smallest of mistakes wouldn't have been so.She could still remember the harsh words of the lord and Lady, their constant insults cutting deeper than any physical wound she had ever known. She had also never known ha
The days following Dominic's unsettling encounter with Fay's dark power were filled with tension. Fay was now more determined than ever to learn to control whatever was lurking inside her, but the fear of what she might become kept her up at night. The darkness inside her stirred at the edges of her consciousness, a constant reminder of the battle she had yet to face.She had barely been able to sleep her night racing with all the unknowns. Every time she close the eyes ,she could feel it—cold and suffocating, like a shadow waiting to strike.Today, however, was different. Dominic had arranged for her to meet some of the other students in his training group. They wereyoung, like her, but they had been training for much longer. The hope was that seeing them in action would help ignite something inside her... Something that could awaken her wolf and give her the strength she needed to control the power within her."Are you ready for this?"Dominic asked, his voice a little less steady
Fay's mind was racing, her body still trembling from the earlier eruption of power. She couldfeel the weight of Dominic's gaze on her, the heat of his touch on her cheek, but it all felt distant, almost unreal.Her breath came in shallow gasps, and every movement felt like she was fighting against something much larger than herself.Dominic, ever the protector, kept his grip gentle but firm, his eyes never leaving her. He knew,just as well as she did, that something had changed. She could feel it too. The powerinside her-the pain-was growing, and the more she tried to suppress it, the stronger itbecame."Fay, you have to focus,"Dominic said, his voice a calm anchor in the storm swirling inside her mind. "You're not alone in this. We're going to figure it out. We'll help you."But even as he spoke those words, Fay wasn't so sure. How could they help her when shedidn't even understand what was happening inside her?The pain was no longer a mere whisper it had become a part of her, c
Fay's body lay still on the cot, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The room wasdimly lit by the soft glow of the lanterns hanging around the healing chamber. The medics haddone everything they could to stabilize her, but it was clear that the battle within her was far from over.Dominic stood at the edge of the room, his eyes never leaving her. His hands were clenched at his sides, his thoughts a whirlwind of worry and frustration. He had felt it. The dark power. The moment when he had held her, when their bodies had been so close, the intensity of it had almost knocked him off balance.Something inside her was fighting,struggling to break free, and he feared that if itdid, it would destroy her destroy them all. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyesnarrowing with resolve. He had to help her."Dominic," a voice called, pulling him from his thoughts. Kara stood in the doorway, her face serious but calm. Her long, dark hair fell around her shoulders in soft wav
The mansion buzzed with the energy of preparations for a wedding unlike any other. The grand hall was adorned with flowers, candles, and drapes of velvet, creating an atmosphere of elegance and anticipation. The soft scent of lilies filled the air, mingling with the flicker of the many candles, casting warm golden light over the intricate decorations.Everything was designed to perfection, as if each detail had been meticulously planned.The wedding of Lady Gwen, daughter of the powerful Lady Rosie, and Alpha Roderick was to be a union that would shake the very foundation of the werewolf world. It was a ceremony that promised to elevate their family's power and influence to unassailable heights.Gwen stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, gazing at her reflection. The rich fabric of her nightdress clung gently to her figure, a soft, ethereal shade of midnight blue that seemed to absorb the light, highlighting the delicate curves of her body. The gown's fabric was
Fay sat alone in the serene stillness of the lake,the soft ripples of the water lapping gently at the shore. The sky above was a deep, starless black, yet the soft glow of the moon seemed to stretch across the water like a ribbon of light. It was quiet, almost too quiet. No wind, no sounds of creatures, just the calming sound of the lake.She was confused. Why was she here? She didn't remember coming to this place, but somehow it felt familiar-almost as though she had been here before, in some dream, in some forgotten time.The air around her was heavy, laden with an unknown power, and as she looked around, a figure emerged from the mist that hovered just above the water. At first, it was just a silhouette—a shape that was difficult to distinguish in the gloom. But as it came closer, the figure became clearer, glowing with anethereal light.A woman.She was tall and graceful, with long, white hair that cascaded down her back likea waterfall ofmoonlight. Her skin was as pale as alaba
The grand hall was filled with an energy that could almost be felt in the air, charged withanticipation, excitement, and a deep undercurrent of ancient traditions.The council of elders, the park members and a few invited guest had gathered in massive, decorated Hall of the lord and ladies mansion. The sense of fresh flowers and burning incense mixed with the rich aroma of roasted meat and wine, creating a healthy atmosphere of celebration.At the front of the room stood a massive, elaborately carved altar, draped in white, red,and gold fabrics. The floor was a shiny black stone, smooth like glass, reflecting the candlesthat lined the walls, their flames flickering in rhythm with the soft murmurs of the crowd.Gwen stood at the back of the hall, her heart racing as she made final preparations beforethe ceremony. She had donned the traditional wedding gown of the pack, a beautiful dress made of soft, flowing fabric that shimmered like moonlight.It was elegant with beautiful silver
The atmosphere inside the mansion was thick with tension. The heavy wooden doors to Lady Rosie's private chambers creaked open, and the trio of wolves, now human again, stepped inside with quiet determination. They were drenched in sweat from their hot pursuit, their movements serious as they approached Lady Rosie's ornate desk. She sat in her high-backed chair, her gaze fixed on them,her expression unreadable.The three men, their eyes glowing with ferocity, exchanged uncertain glances before the leader, his features still marked with the wildness of his transformation, stepped forward. His voice was low but firm as he spoke."Lady Rosie, we've found the girl."Lady Rosie's lips curled into a thin smile, her sharp eyes gleaming with interest as she leaned forward slightly, her fingers tapping against the surface of her desk. "And?""She's closer than we thought," the leader said, his voice tinged with both respect and wariness. "The girl. She's... different. There's something about
The mansion still held the soft, peaceful calm of the early morning. Fay stood in front of the mirror in her room, staring at her reflection with a sense of stillness. Her mind, however, was far from calm. Dominic's words, his departure, and the strange heaviness that had settled over the morning clung to her like a weight she couldn't shake. He had kissed her goodbye, left with promises he would return, but the uncertainty still lingered in the air. She drew in a steadying breath and pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't let her fears control her. She had to keep moving forward.Dominic had said he would be back, and she believed him. There was no use in doubting him now.The room was silent except for the quiet hum of the mansion's air conditioning, and for a moment, she closed her eyes and let the calm wash over her. But it didn't last long. She could feel the pull of the outside world—the duties and responsibilities that called her away from the safety of the mansion.Fay stepp
Dominic's footsteps were heavy as he walked to the bed, the door creaking softly behind him. The warmth that had been so evident in his gaze just moments before was now replaced with a tightness, an unreadable mask that made Fay's chest tighten. He moved slowly, as if every step he took brought him closer to something heavy, something that had changed the moment.Fay's heart skipped a beat. She knew something had shifted, but she couldn't quite place it. She had been basking in the lingering warmth of their shared morning —the kiss, the promises made in the quiet of the night. It had been perfect. But now, as he stepped back into the room, something had stolen that perfection away.He stood there for a moment, his posture stiff, his expression distant, and Fay instinctively curled her fingers around the edge of the blanket, as though bracing herself for what was to come."What is it?" she asked again, quietly, her voice laced with concern. She hadn't missed the change in him, and it
The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Fay stirred, feeling a pleasant weight in her limbs as she slowly woke from her peaceful slumber. She was tangled in the sheets, her body warm and content, but there was something else, something deep inside her a quiet joy, a sense of completion. Her hand moved instinctively to her side, and she smiled, the memory of the night before flooding back in waves.The way he had touched her, how his hands had held her with such tenderness and passion. The way they had come together, not just physically, but in a way that made her feel seen, heard, and loved. The memory of their love-making made her smile softly. She never imagined that this was where they would be where she would be with him. It felt right.It felt like everything had led to this moment. She stretched lazily, the sheets sliding over her skin, and then froze when she heard the soft click of the door opening. A smile tugged at the c
The silence between them felt deafening. Fay stood before Dominic, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure if this moment was the beginning of something beautiful or the unraveling of everything they had built. Their eyes locked, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there were no walls between them. Only the raw, unfiltered emotions that swirled in the space around them.Dominic's expression was one she hadn't seen in a long time— vulnerable, unsure, and conflicted. He had always been the one in control, the one who never showed his cards. But tonight, something had changed. Tonight, he was as much at the mercy of their connection as she was.Fay swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her fingers were trembling as she reached for the collar ofhis shirt, her skin tingling with every touch. She wanted to feel him, to make sure he was real, that this wasn't just a dream. As her hands slid down his chest, she could feel the hard muscles beneath, the warmth of his skin,steady rhythm
Fay's heart simmered with anger, and the weight of sadness clung to her chest as she walked back into Dominic's mansion. The training session earlier had only fueled her frustration. No matter how hard she pushed herself, how much effort she put into every punch and every kick, Dominic still hadn't acknowledged her. He hadn't looked at her the way she needed him to. It wasn't just about the training. It wasn't even about the fact that she had been pushing herself to prove something to him. It was about the emptiness she felt every time she looked at him and saw that wall. The wall that separated them, the one he had built without so much as a glance in her direction. The one that she was starting to wonder if she could ever break down. She wanted him to look at her the way he used to-like she was important, like she mattered.As the evening wore on, Fay found herself alone in the mansion's vast dining room. The warmth of the food had faded, the plates untouched. Shehad hoped, in som
The room was silent except for the faint sound of the punching bag swaying in the air. Its leather surface gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, taunting her, challenging her. The bag had always been an impossible target for Fay, always just out of reach. She could never land a clean hit. no matter how hard she tried. But now, something was different.Fay stood a few feet away, her body tense, her fists clenched at her sides. The anger that had burned within her during the training session with Lena was still there, simmering beneath the surface. But now it was sharper, more focused. It wasn't just about proving herself anymore. It wasn't just about winning or even getting Dominic's approval. It was about more than that. She had to show him, show herself, that she was not weak. She would not be dismissed. Not now, not ever.She stared at the punching bag, her breath coming in slow, deliberate inhales. The anger that had consumed her earlier had transformed, becoming a cold, burn
The air in the training room was heavy with concentration. The students, a mix of aspiring fighters and seasoned athletes, sat in a circle, their eyes fixed on Dominic, who stood in the corner watching them. His arms were folded, his expression, unreadable. His focus,however, was not just on the group, but on one person in particular.Fay felt the weight of his gaze, even if it was brief. She could feel his presence without seeing him directly. Her chest tightened.What's wrong with him? Why is he behaving like this? Questions raced through her mind as she tried to focus on the exercise at hand. She had done her best to push thoughts of Dominic's coldness out of her mind, but it was difficult."Fay, Lena," Dominic shouted, his voice cutting through the room. "Get up."Thy both got up simultaneously,they exchanged silent glances and nods at each other but they walked to the center of the circle. The others watched curiously as the two prepared for their training session.Fay could fe
Domenic's car engine roared incessantly as they drove along the winding roads, the evening air cool and heralding night. The silence between them was thick and uncomfortable, the only sound coming from the occasional horn or tires scraping the asphalt. Domenic clutched the wheel tightly, his face frozen in a stern expression. Fay, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at him from time to time, the agitation rising in her chest. She expected the usual pleasantries, a few kind comments after the exercise, but he was distant, almost too distant. Fay shifted in her seat, trying to break the silence."Dominic?" Her voice was confused.He didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead of them, as if all his attention was on the path they were taking.Fay frowned, feeling a pain in her heart she couldn't explain. "I didn't think you'd be so calm after training," she said softly, hoping for a reaction. Nothing. Her mind raced as she tried to