Katrina.My heart pounded so loudly I was ashamed of it. I didn't want Archer to know how much he affected me, so I pushed his chest away with all the force I could muster."You're a crazy bastard! Why would I want you?" The question was more for myself than him.Did I really want him? I was so confused. My wolf kept twirling at the sight of him. If he could see my wolf, he'd see her eyes forming big, hearty shapes.He heaved a deep sigh and looked at me seriously. The playful glint in his eyes was gone. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he watched my hysterics. "Don't be so full of yourself. I'm leaving now!" I announced, hailing a cab.As I got inside, he didn't chase after me. I cursed myself as soon as I checked my phone and saw a hundred missed calls from Daphne.It was her birthday! She was celebrating with our friends at a bar. I followed her shared location pin but ended up at Teddy's—a bar where omegas partied. It was an honest mistake because our pack had two Teddy's
The redhead girl whimpered, her voice grating on my nerves. “I didn’t want to do it! Someone sent me a task to do that. I needed the money!”“Who?” I snapped, my anger boiling over. “Who sent you?”“I don’t know!” she cried, her tears streaming down her face. She glanced at Daphne before looking at me. “They contacted me anonymously! I swear to the Moon Goddess! And then they paid me a lot of money!""Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice a whisper, trying to calm down from what she had said."I was desperate! I really needed money! Please, don't tell them or else they'll kill my family!" The girl’s incessant whining made my blood boil. Every word she spoke, every tear she shed made me want to lash out. She was pathetic, irritating, and I wanted to crush her.“Enough!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the dim light. “I don't fucking care about your excuses."She shut her eyes. "I'm not lying to you. What I said is true..." The redhead cowered, her pleas turning into rambling gabbles
Damien didn't budge, his eyes locked on me as if I'd committed a crime. Mrs. Smiths arrived in the kitchen, making us both jump."What's happening here?" she asked, her curiosity evident. Her gaze lingered suspiciously on Damien's hand gripping mine.I plastered a fake Luna smile on my face. "N-Nothing! We were just bickering, Mrs. Smiths."Damien snickered, refusing to let it go. To cover up, I laughed and pulled away from his grip, intertwining our fingers instead. "We're okay, Mrs. Smiths," I said, showing her our joined hands."Alright..." she replied, still eyeing us suspiciously."Tsk." Damien withdrew his hand and walked out of the room. I heaved a deep sigh and looked at Lily. "He had a bad morning," I shrugged.We continued the Luna lessons until summer arrived. Damien and I agreed to act as a couple in public and ignore each other in private. I had no idea what he was up to anymore, not that I cared. I became busy when my father summoned me to take a summer job at his office
Archer.The sun scorched the construction site, relentless and unforgiving. Sweat trickled down my back as I adjusted my hard hat, the rhythmic clink of tools and hum of machinery creating a cacophony around me.The bell rang, signaling our break time. I wanted to check on Katrina’s condition after what happened earlier, so I headed towards the building and climbed the stairs. As soon as I reached the hallway, a familiar figure greeted me.“Archer Ellington?” she asked, and I nodded in confirmation. “You are…” I whispered, trying to recall her name, but she broke into laughter.“Oh my gosh! You look different! You don’t remember me, your physics partner?” she asked. I bit my lower lip and shook my head. “No, I don’t,” I replied honestly.She sighed but kept smiling. “My name’s Claire! Remember that time in high school with Professor Jacobs?" Claire chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement.I shook my head, grinning as the memory resurfaced. "You mean the solar-powered toaster fiasco?
Katrina."Ever since we fucked, I can't stop thinking about you..." Archer's voice sent a thrill through my entire being. The sight of his toned body, the smell of the lingering cologne on his skin... I wanted to feel him, taste him. Neither of us moved for what felt like forever. My eyes were glued to his lips, the way they formed words made me feel dizzy, and the way he ran his tongue across them made me want to fall into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted with me.Damn it. My wolf is going crazy for him; and I can’t believe I’m going feral, too!I was inching closer to him, my breath catching in my throat, and I didn't even realize it until our lips almost touched again after that one passionate kiss. By then, it was too late to pull away. Archer leaned in, capturing my lips with his and pressing me against the cool metal lockers with his strong body. I dropped my phone, and he let his shirt fall to the floor. His hands reached for my blouse, pulling it over my head, the
Archer.The rowdy hum of Teddy's bar thrummed in my ears as I nursed my beer, the buzz of voices and clinking glasses creating a cocoon of noise around me. The dim lighting cast long shadows, and the scent of alcohol mingled with the faint odor of sweat and cologne. My friends, a motley crew of construction workers and town regulars, filled the air with laughter and shouts, their faces flushed with alcohol and good spirits.I took a long sip, feeling the cold liquid slide down my throat, and let my gaze wander aimlessly around the bar. Just another night trying to forget the chaos outside these walls. Suddenly, Leon’s voice cut through the din, louder than usual."Bro, look at this video! It's gone viral now."I barely glanced his way, rolling my eyes. "I'm not interested in your porn vids, man—""It's about Katrina, you dumbshit!" Leon shot back, his words sharp enough to pierce through my indifference.At the mention of her name, my heart skipped a beat. I turned quickly, snatching
Katrina.I have never felt so disoriented in my life.Each morning, waking up felt like dragging myself through a fog, thick and suffocating. The past few days had been feeding up my emotions. I felt confused and regretful. Damn it! Why did I fucking confessed to him? What was I thinking? Was it really the right moment, the right words? I had always prided myself on being decisive, but now, doubt gnawed at my every thought.Standing in front of my wardrobe, I stared at the rows of clothes, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of defeat. It’s another day of work to the project site. I wanted to look prettier than the usual, so today is different.“This one? Nah,” I mumbled to myself as I throw away the dull colored dress and find another one. “Seriously, why am I glamming up when I’m just going to the site? It’s not like the Chancellor is there,” I told myself, frustrated because of my behaviour.In the end, I settled on a dress—a soft, navy-blue number that had always been a favorite.
My voice trembled as I tried to explain, "Archer, it's not what it looks like. She attacked me first—"But my words were drowned out by Claire's pitiful wails. "She hates me, Arch! She's always hated me. She wants to ruin everything between us."The intensity of his glare cut through me like a blade, the depth of his disappointment and anger more than I could bear. I stumbled backward, my mind racing for something—anything—to make him understand. "Archer, please, you have to believe me. She—"A voice bombarded the three of us. “What’s happening here?” My dad's authoritative voice broke through the tension, his subordinates flanking him, their curious eyes assessing the scene.“D-Dad.. It’s nothing,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“S-Sir!” Claire uttered in a shaking voice, her feigned innocence sickening. Archer's stern face remained fixed on me, unmoved by my father's presence.One of my dad's subordinates leaned in to whisper something to him. He let out a deep sigh, nodding
Katrina.“They wouldn’t just leave. They wouldn’t…” Archer’s voice was barely audible, as if he couldn’t quite believe the words himself. His eyes were fixed ahead, lost in thoughts I couldn’t reach.I stepped closer, trying to offer some comfort, but he moved away, the distance between us growing. “I need to go and see our house,” he muttered, his voice strained.“I’ll go with you,” I said softly, knowing he didn’t have to face this alone.The drive to the Madsun Pack was heavy with silence. Archer sat beside me, stiff, his gaze locked on the passing trees but seeing none of them. I wanted to say something, but the weight of his past hung too thick between us.When we arrived, the house looked like it had been forgotten by time. Rusted metal lined the once-sturdy fence, and weeds choked the front yard. The windows, now dark and cracked, seemed to stare at us like empty eyes. I felt a chill crawl up my spine. Archer’s steps faltered as we approached, his breath coming in short, uneve
The thumbs-up from Katrina made me feel like I could breathe again, even in a place like this. It was such a small thing, really, but damn, it was like she was telling me without words, "You've got this." I smiled—couldn’t help it—and gave her a quick nod before the guards led me back inside. The sound of the doors slamming shut behind me was usually like nails in my brain, but today? Today, it didn’t feel as heavy.The cafeteria was its usual mess of noise and clattering trays. I grabbed my food—if you could call it that—and found a seat. Barely a minute in, and Lucifer leaned over, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.“Wow, your lawyer looks young and she’s good at handling your case! I’m so envious of you!”I chuckled, shaking my head, but before I could say anything, another guy, Damon, piped up.“I heard she’s the one who paid off the rest of your fees too. Must be nice, huh?”“Yeah, guess I got lucky.” I tried to sound casual, but it was more than luck. That girl really c
Archer.Years rotting in prison had changed me. The first week tasted like hell. I’d heard the rumors—living with real criminals wouldn’t be easy, and they were right. The moment they found out my sentence had been reduced to ten years, it became a game of survival.They didn’t like it. They didn’t like me.I was always trapped in some dark, secluded corner. The punches came in waves, followed by bruises so deep they felt permanent. My body almost gave out after my regular trips in and out of the prison clinic. That was the first few weeks, though—back when I still cared about my fate.But now? Now they treated me like a king. After I killed their Alpha in a duel, no one dared to touch me. Respect came swift, like blood flowing from a fresh wound.No one visited me, though. Not once. Trial after trial, I waited, hoping—maybe—Alpha Steven or Damien would come, give me a chance to break their faces, even for a moment. Just once.So when the guard stopped by, face hidden under his robe
“Let me explain myself, Katrina!” I stared at Damien, my chest tight with anger, disbelief swirling in my head. He was kneeling in front of me, like that would fix everything. Like his regret would magically erase the hell he put Archer through.“It was my fault!" Damien's voice cracked. "I let my father do it because it’s for my welfare! I know it was selfish to put Archer in prison instead of me.”My heart pounded. He looked at me like he was about to shatter, but I didn’t care. My blood boiled. Archer had suffered because of this—because of him."I took advantage of our similar face and body!" he confessed, his words spilling out in desperation. "But you know what’s more fucked up?! That fucking bastard is my brother! He’s my father’s missing biological son, Katrina. We’re twins!”I froze. My brain couldn’t process what he was saying fast enough. "What...?" My voice barely came out as a whisper. "Archer is... what?"“Alpha Steven’s son. My twin,” he repeated, his head hanging low
“This is insane! How are you not in prison?!” My voice trembled, but I shoved down the fear, stepping forward, eyes narrowing. “I know Alpha Steven can pull strings, but I saw you on the TV. There’s no way you walked out of that. What did you do, hire a doppelganger?!”Damien’s smirk was infuriating. He leaned in closer, too close, his breath hot against my face. His eyes gleamed, wild and untethered, like a man unraveling at the seams. “You were right,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.My heart pounded, and my fists clenched at my sides. His presence felt suffocating, but I held my ground. The air between us crackled with tension. He knew exactly how to push me, how to make me question everything. But I wasn’t going to let him win.“Fuck you!” I spat, voice rising. “You don’t feel any shame? No guilt for what you did?”"You think I haven’t felt guilt?" His voice cracked, an edge of hysteria creeping in. "Since I’ve been hiding in the U.S., I haven't slept right! Ev
Katrina.“We’re officially bad blood with the Smiths family,” my father’s voice boomed through the room, the words chilling me to my core. “Anyone caught dealing with them... will be punished by me.”I stood at the back, arms crossed, trying to ignore the heavy tension swirling around the mansion. My father’s fury was palpable, his eyes still dark with rage from the attack. The memory of him lying there, blood pooling on the ground after being struck in the head, was still too fresh. And for what? For helping Archer.The Smiths wouldn’t get away with this. Not anymore.I gripped my phone tighter, pacing the length of my room, my mind racing. Damien and Daphne. They had to be behind this. My gut screamed at me that Archer was with them—whether he wanted to be or not.I pressed the call button again, my hands shaking with a mix of fear and frustration. Ring. Ring. Straight to voicemail. Again.“Come on, Daphne. Pick up.” My voice cracked, and I cursed under my breath.I needed answers.
To hear that I am Alpha Steven’s biological son is insane.I don’t fucking believe him. Damien is my brother? No way. He’s a murderer. He insisted on joining a fucking illegal street race, and it killed an innocent woman. She had a baby in her cart. I didn’t know who they were, but I felt sorry for her family.And now I’m the one paying for his crime.I had no choice. I had to act like Damien in prison. It was the only way to keep the pack from falling apart, but it felt like I was the one falling to pieces. He held me captive, threw me into this secluded room with nothing but white walls. They’d already forced me into an orange jumpsuit, marking me as a prisoner. And slowly, I was losing it.“This is fucking crazy. Come on, Arch. Think about something!” I muttered, pacing back and forth. The room felt like it was closing in, my footsteps echoing off the walls like a taunt.Then the door creaked open, and there he stood. Damien.My pulse spiked. All the anger, the frustration, the g
Archer.I woke up to the taste of iron in my mouth, blinking against the glare of a single bare bulb hanging overhead. My wrists were tied tight behind me, cutting into my skin as the chair creaked beneath my weight. I was abducted. It has been seven days already after our supposed date with Katrina. These men only gave me food and water. I didn’t know what they want. Escaping wasn’t the best option either because I want to know who’s their fucking leader.“Well, well, look who decided to join us.” It didn’t take long for me to recognize one of the voices in the background. The leader stepped into the light. He yanked off his ski mask, revealing a face I’d punched more times than I cared to count. The same guy from the convenience store—one of the drunk idiots who thought they could hurt Katrina. He smiled like he was on top of the world.“You think you’re a fucking Alpha now, huh?” He leaned in, his breath hot and rancid. “You couldn’t beat us then, and you sure as hell can’t now.
It had been a week since Archer ditched our date night. For the first three days, I was furious—angry even. But as the days passed, and still no texts or calls from him, my anger shifted into something else—worry.My thoughts were preoccupied with what happened with Damien, too. Every channel, every article—it was all about Damien. His name plastered on the screen, tied to an illegal street car race. My heart dropped when I read about the crash. An innocent woman and her child... gone. I was angry at him, furious for putting himself in that situation. For making that choice.The case was still ongoing. Alpha Steven hadn’t held a press conference yet, and everything just felt... off.I was sitting in the living room, my eyes glued to the TV as the reporter droned on about the details. My mother, clearly tired of it, grabbed the remote and turned the screen off with a click.“If anyone asks if you’re involved with Damien, tell them you’ve cut him off,” she said sharply, not looking at m