My daddy and I went inside his car to talk about what happened. It was the only safe place for us to discuss private things. In the car, the silence between us felt heavy, almost suffocating, until my father finally spoke, his tone serious.“Just tell me the truth, Katrina. Did you feel unsafe with Damien?”Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back. “Dad…”“Tell me,” he urged, his voice tightening. “Because what I saw back there was my little girl pleading for help. I won’t let my daughter go through that.”“It’s not what you think, Dad,” I tried to explain, but the words felt hollow.“Don’t lie to me, Katrina! I know what I saw. You were unsafe in that room with him, weren’t you?”I broke down, unable to keep it in any longer. “Dad… Damien and I already broke up. He cheated on me.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. “That scumbag…” he muttered, his voice heavy with disgust. “I knew it.”Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I didn’t k
The next few days passed in a blur of books and me working my ass for my father’s project. Archer hadn’t shown up at the project site again. I knew it was because of what my father did, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.School started again, and I found myself hoping, wishing, that I might see him. I missed him so much. Ever since that incredible night of dancing and drinking in his world, we hadn’t crossed paths.He doesn’t even answer my texts and calls.As I stepped onto the school grounds, I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time. But, like every other time, it ended with his voicemail. My heart sank as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.The weird looks from my classmates didn’t help. Their eyes were on me, some filled with shock, others with dread, and a few... with pity. I could feel the weight of their stares, their whispers following me like shadows.“Hey, you okay?” a girl I didn’t recognize asked.“What? Of course, I am!” I snapped, confusion
I pushed open the restaurant door, the chatter and clinking of cutlery washing over me. The place was packed. My heart pounded as I scanned the crowd for Archer. It took a moment, but then I spotted him, weaving through tables with a tray of drinks balanced on one hand.I slipped the cap Lupus gave me lower on my head, praying it would help me blend in. The last thing I needed was someone recognizing me. I watched as Archer finished serving a family, my nerves tightening with every step he took away from me. Finally, I mustered the courage to approach him.“Archer, can we talk?” My voice trembled, barely above a whisper. He didn’t even glance at me, continuing to move through the tables like I was invisible. Did he not recognize me?“Arch!” I tried again, lowering my voice as I followed him. I felt like a lost puppy trailing behind him as he served drinks, table by table.“Please, Arch, are you mad at me?” I tilted my head, trying to catch his eye, but he kept ignoring me. My heart sa
The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open. Lavender and polished mahogany hit me all at once. Home.But tonight, it felt anything but welcoming. My feet barely touched the marble floor before the maids rushed over, their eyes darting between relief and fear.“Katrina!” My mother’s voice cut through the room, sharp and frantic. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, eyes wide and wild. “Oh gosh, Katrina! Where have you been? We’ve been searching for you for twenty-four hours! If we hadn’t found you, we would’ve reported it to the police gamma!”“Sorry, Mom,” I croaked, my throat sore from crying. The words felt empty, distant.“Come here, you brat!” she snapped, descending the stairs quickly. Her grip on my arm was tight, almost painful, as she shoved me onto the couch. Her face was flushed with anger.“Mom, please,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”“Absolutely not!” she barked, crossing her arms. “I need ans
Archer.One Month Later…The room buzzed with a mix of excitement and nervous energy as the math teacher scribbled the final part of the equation on the board. My pencil twirled between my fingers, the numbers and symbols already dancing in my mind, forming patterns that seemed to jump off the whiteboard. I barely noticed the clock ticking away. This was my zone."Alright, let's see who can solve this," Mr. Grayson said, his eyes scanning the room for a volunteer. Most of the class shrunk back, eyes glued to their desks, but my hand shot up almost instinctively."Archer," Mr. Grayson called, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as if he expected nothing less.I stood up, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me, and walked to the board. The markers felt cold in my hand, but the equation was warm, familiar—like an old friend I hadn’t seen in years but still knew every detail about.As I wrote, the room fell silent. I could almost hear the gears turning in everyone's he
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, wiping the sweat off my forehead as I walked down the dimly lit hallway. The roar of the crowd grew louder with each step I took toward the boxing ring. It was my championship game, and everything was on the line. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, the air thick with anticipation.As I rounded the corner, I spotted my omega friends at the edge of the ring, their voices cutting through the noise. They were shouting my name, waving wads of cash in the air, their grins wide and wild. I couldn’t help but smirk at their antics, but the moment of levity was short-lived.The sharp blast of the referee’s whistle snapped me back to reality.The fight had started.My opponent was a beast—bulky, relentless, and throwing punches like a machine. Every hit landed hard, my face stinging with each blow. I could taste the metallic tang of blood, and I knew my face was already bruised and swollen. But I wasn’t going to stay down.I hit the mat ha
Katrina looked so in pain that I wanted to do everything, everything, to erase her pain and replace it with happiness.“Come here,” I whispered and pull her into a hug. I couldn’t let my frustration and anger vent out to her. She already has too much in her plate. “It’s going to be fine…” I whispered while stroking her hair up and down. She sobbed on my chest for nearly about five minutes. And when she looked up, her mouth were already half-close. “Archer?” she asked.“Hmm…” I whispered, trying to feel this moment because I wouldn’t be able to do this anymore once I depart to Madsun pack.“I love you,” she whispered, “so much…” she continued.Fuck! My dick hardened at the sight of her face, like she was pleading me to do something. Without further ado, I immediately grab Katrina’s lower body and drape her arms around my shoulders. She moaned as soon as my lips crashed on hers. I went to the shower room and closed the curtains. We were on fire; kissing each other like there’s no l
The drive back to my apartment was quick, but it felt longer with the weight of everything that had happened. When I opened the door, I was met with the sounds of laughter and cheers. My friends had gathered, already deep into some kind of celebration. The moment they saw me, the room erupted into a chorus of congratulations.“Archer! There he is!”“Congrats, man! You deserve it!”I smiled, but it was more out of habit than anything else. The truth was, my mind was still back in that shower, still with Katrina. His perky nipples and hot moans in my ears…fuck, it felt amazing.“I’ve got some news,” I announced, raising my voice above the chatter. The room quieted down, everyone turning to look at me expectantly. “I’m going to accept the offer from the Madsun Pack.”A mixed response followed. Some of my friends were instantly supportive, clapping me on the back and nodding in approval. But others… not so much.“Are you serious?” one of them, Liam, asked, his brows furrowing. “You’re re
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