ArcherEven from across the room, I heard his voice clear as night sky, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Is it him? Archer Ellington, your fated mate?” His words were tinged with desperation.I pushed through the crowd, barely noticing the people around me as I honed in on her.“Dude, let’s get out of here!” Leon tried to grab my arm, sensing the tension in my movements, but I shook him off.“Back off, man!” “Archer, wait! Listen to me!” He grabs my collar and made me look at him. I clenched my jaw hard, looking at him angrily. He said, “This is a fight between rich kids! You’re not fucking going there or else you’ll be as good as dead!” I had to get to her, my mate. “I said… back off,” I barked at Leon, in which he immediately pull his hand off me.And then I saw him—Damien. He was standing too close to Katrina, his posture aggressive, his eyes wild with something that made my blood boil.“That’s enough!” I barked, my voice rough with anger as I stepped between them. My
Katrina.I wanted to crush that girl Megan’s skull in my hand, but I managed to rein myself in. This wasn’t my den—it was theirs, and I wasn’t about to make problems for Archer. Not tonight, anyway.“Come, Kat…” Archer grabbed my arm, his touch firm yet comforting as we wove through the crowd. The club was alive with noise—laughter, clinking glasses, and music that thrummed through the floor. The moment we approached a table, a group of people instantly recognized Archer, wrapping him in tight hugs and backslaps.“Wow, Archer! You’re here… and with a girl…” A middle-aged man staggered toward me, his beer sloshing as he swayed on unsteady feet. His eyes, glazed and slightly unfocused, lit up when they landed on me. “Oh, it’s a pretty girl! Miss, can I hold your hand?”“Lawrence!” Archer’s voice held a warning, but the man just laughed, a deep, belly-shaking sound.“Don’t be so tense, Arch! I’m just going to read her palm! It’s palm reading night!” he announced, and suddenly, the whol
After our staring contest, I looked away from Archer. My cheeks flushed because of embarrassment and being shy with what I had just done! What the hell was I thinking?Did I just let him kiss me? Again! I needed to get away from this awkwardness. He cleared his throat and said, “Well, that was, uh, unexpected from you. I didn’t know you could really dance.”“Yeah,” I exhaled a breath. “I didn’t know it too until tonight…” The idea sinks in my mind, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the passionate kiss we shared a minute ago! “Look, it’s Lawrence!” I pointed his friend who did palm reading to me to divert the topic. The room buzzed with energy as I spotted Lawrence and a group of guys gathered around a table, their cheers and shouts catching my attention. They were in the middle of an arm-wrestling match, and it looked like Archer was up next because his friends were already calling him.“Come here, you dickhead!” Leon said, grabbing his hand and made him sit across from a bearde
"Urgh! You dumbass bitch! Why did you do that?" I shrieked, the frustration echoing off the walls of my room. I stood in front of the mirror, glaring at my reflection, as if the girl staring back at me was someone else—someone who deserved all the blame."What were you thinking?" I muttered, my voice dripping with self-reproach. The memory of what I’d done to Archer replayed in my mind like a broken record.I tore my gaze away from the mirror, my eyes scanning the chaotic mess that was my wardrobe. Clothes were strewn everywhere—silk blouses crumpled over designer skirts, heels tossed haphazardly on the floor. I needed to clear my head, and I knew exactly how to do it."Gosh, I need to get out of here," I mumbled, rifling through the racks of clothes in search of something that screamed power and confidence. What better way to erase the memory of my embarrassment than with a shopping spree? Retail therapy always worked wonders, didn’t it?Sighing, I glanced at my reflection in the fu
Archer.“Archer, keep your guard up!” Professor Evan barked. I threw another jab, the impact sending a shock up my arm. My muscles were on fire, but I wasn’t about to slow down.“Good, again! Faster this time!” His voice cut through the haze of sweat and focus. I pushed harder, the gym’s dim lights casting long shadows, making it feel like I was fighting more than just a bag—maybe even my own demons.“Archer, you have someone wanting to see you!” Evan suddenly called out. My fists froze mid-air, the words pulling me out of my zone.“Who?” I muttered, my voice rough. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, I didn’t want anyone here. This was my place to train, to prepare, without distractions.Evan just smirked, jerking his head toward the door. “You’ll see.”I wiped my brow with the back of my glove, curiosity gnawing at me. The door creaked open, and there she was—Katrina.She stood there, looking completely out of place in the grimy gym, yet somehow owning it. Her eyes locked on mine, and
I stepped out of the locker room, the scent of sweat and adrenaline still clinging to me. But all of that faded away the moment I saw Katrina. She was sitting on a bench, her bright smile cutting through the fog in my mind. I couldn't help but smile back, though my thoughts were still tangled in Coach’s words.“If you accept that offer, you’ll be in the same league as her,” Coach had said, his voice carrying both pride and a warning. He subtly nodded toward Katrina. “But remember, it’s a betrayal to the pack. I arranged this meeting in secret so your friends wouldn’t know. The decision is yours, Arch.”“Yes, Coach,” I had muttered, still unsure, as I headed toward Katrina. Lunch was on the agenda, but my mind was buzzing with too many questions.When I reached her, she looked up, her eyes searching mine for something I wasn’t ready to give. I offered her a small smile, trying to keep it casual. “Ready?” I asked, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me.She nodded, and we walk
Katrina.“Please, Archer,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the echoing silence. The words felt almost like a plea in the confined space.“Please, what?” he asked, whispering on my ear. I could feel my skin tingles when he licked my ears subtly. “What… are you doing?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper.“Getting you wet,” he whispered and insert his fingers on the middle of my thigh. I almost shrieked when he felt the wetness inside me; and embarrassed because he knew how ready I am for him.“You’re wet,” his whisper sound so dangerous, as if it was a trigger to pull something inside him. I was right. He didn’t waste any second and bend me over on the toilet bowl. He kick both of my knees sideways and roll my dress upwards. He licked his palm and guided his hard dick inside my pussy. “Fuck!” he uttered. I could feel the slight pain when he entered me inside, but pleasure immediately followed as soon as he rocks me over and over again.“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whisper
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. “And I think I’m falling for him…” My voice cracked, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me.Daphne’s expression softened immediately, and she reached out to pull me into a tight hug. “You should avoid him for now, babe.”I shook my head as I pulled back slightly, wiping away the tear with the back of my hand. “I can’t do that.”“Why not?” Her eyes searched mine, trying to understand.“Because I work at my father’s company this summer. He was there, Daphne…” I trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.Daphne’s eyes widened in realization. “What?! That’s why you’ve been missing our parties all along?! And what do you mean, ‘was’?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “Yes, I worked there, and he recently got fired because of what I did. It’s a long story. And… I also worked with my father to avoid Damien. How is he, by the way?”Daphne’s concern morphed into exasperation. “Well, I’m
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