Dominic had been searching for hours.After the rigorous training session, he'dexpected to find Fay somewhere within thefacility, still working to master the basics.But when he'd checked the gym, theweight room, even the locker rooms, she was nowhere to be found.His Patience was wearing thin, not because he was angry but because he worried about her, about how she was feeling. She had so much potentials but the pressure of her new world ,the weight of it all had begun to crush her.It was when he was nearing the edge of the building ,walking along the perimeter near a small garden that he spotted her.She was alone, sitting on the edge of the company's outdoor pool,her legs dangling lazily in the water.Her back was turned to him and she looked small, almost fragile against the vastness of the steel walls that surrounded them. The contrast of her delicate form against the raw, industrial landscape made something inside Dominic twist with concern.He moved closer, his steps quiet
The halls of Steelworks were cold andsterile, lined with steel walls and polishedfloors that reflected the overhead lights likemirrors. Fay walked through the corridors,her steps slow and calculative as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened.The distant hum of the machinery reminded her of the tension that still clung tight to her.The people she had seen were all strong, confident and powerful,they only seemed to highlight her own doubts and constant insecurities.Fay couldn't shake off the feeling that she didn't belong here,that she would never fit in.As she turned to a corner, her thoughts wereinterrupted by a group of girls who werewalking in the opposite direction. Theywere laughing, their high heels clickingagainst the floor as they chatted amongstthemselves. Fay stepped aside , trying her best to make herself as invincible as possible.The girls were so engrossed in their discussion and didn't notice her at first but then one of them, a tall blonde
Fay stood by the large windows, her hands wrapped around the cool metal railing as she looked out over the vast grounds of Steelworks. The wind carried the earthy scent of the forest, and the sky was beginning to darken, the soft orange hue of sunset casting a glow across the horizon. She tried to clear her mind, but it was impossible. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the training, to the words the others had spoken, and to the way her own body had betrayed her. She had wanted so desperately to prove herself, to be strong like the others, but each time she failed, it felt like another piece of her was breaking.She was so lost in her thoughts that shedidn't notice Dominic approaching. Hispresence was always a quiet force, butthis time, she felt him before she saw him.He was talking in hushed tones to a groupof huge men-werewolves, like him. They were standing in a circle, their bodylanguage imposing, the air thick withauthority. She could barely make out thewords, but sh
The cold steel floor beneath her feet wasnothing compared to the coldness she feltinside. Fay stood in the center of thetraining room, trying to steady her breath.Around her, the pack moved with graceand purpose, shifting effortlessly betweenforms, demonstrating enhanced sensesand agility with such ease that Fay couldn'thelp but feel inadequate.Dominic stood nearby, watching her with athoughtful expression. "Focus, Fay. Feelyour connection to the ground, to the air.You need to center yourself before you cantap into your instincts."Fay nodded, but her mind was far fromcalm. Every time she attempted to focus, itfelt as if she was swimming against anoverwhelming current. While the others seemed born for this life, she could barely manage to control her senses. Her heightened hearing, her vision--everything seemed to overwhelm her. She couldn't seem to overwhelm her. She couldn't quite make sense of it. Why wasn't this coming naturally to her?"Alright, let's start simp
The night was cold, and the air felt thick with an unsettling tension as Lady Rosie stood at the back entrance of the mansion.The sharp wind tugged at her cloak,swirling it around her like an omen. The pale crescent moon barely illuminated the courtyard, casting long, sinister shadows that seemed to stretch and shift with every gust of wind. She stared into the darkness,her thoughts spiraling as she tried to process the failure of her mission. The rogue wolves had been sent to eliminate Fay, but instead, they had returned empty-handed, with nothing but a pitiful tale of failure.Lady Rosie's jaw tightened as she thought about it. She had underestimated Fay's strength. But there was more to this. Someone powerful had intervened on Fay's behalf. She didn't know who or what this new threat was, but it was clear this force had protected Fay. And that realization made her blood boil. Nobody, not even a wolf, stood in her way.Her thoughts were interrupted by the heavy sound of approachi
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
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