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.The room felt suffocating, and my eyes kept darting my phone in case Archer texted me or what. I gave the Rolex to his mom because I knew he wouldn’t accept it if I would give it to him in person. Just as I was starting to feel the smallest bit of relief, there was a sharp knock on the window. My heart leapt into my throat, and I whipped around, eyes wide when I saw the shadowy figure outside my window. Unlocking my window, I almost screamed when I saw him. “Lupus?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low. “What the hell are you doing here?”He grinned at me, all wolfish charm and recklessness, but something in his eyes told me this wasn’t one of his usual unannounced visits. “It’s Archer,” he said, his voice urgent. “He’s here.”My stomach dropped. “Is he crazy?” I whispered harshly, glancing toward my door, half-expecting my parents to burst in at any second. “My parents are inside the house!”Lupus shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s waiting for you a
“Wait a minute!” I shouted, heart racing as I heard the knock on my door. In a split second, I shoved Archer toward the window with all my might, his eyes widening in disbelief.He collided with the frame, the quiet thud seeming much louder in my head. I shot him a glare, mouthing furiously, "Seriously?"Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, Lupus popped up beside him, his expression mirroring Archer's panic. They both scrambled, trying to hide, but their awkward shuffle only made the situation more absurd.Lupus has already got out from my mother’s body… that just means my mother is in her normal state now! I pinched the bridge of my nose, exasperated, before taking a deep breath and heading out of the room. I’d deal with those two idiots later.“Katrina, dear?” My mother’s familiar voice brought me to a halt as I stepped into the living room. Her brows knitted together in confusion. “I don’t remember coming here. How did I get here? I was already asleep in my room!”I qu
Archer.Three days had passed since we settled into our new house in the Madsun Pack. It was a far cry from the cramped apartment we used to live in—spacious, with separate rooms for everyone, even one for baby Emily when she grows up. I was supposed to head over to the Alpha’s office to finish processing some last-minute documents, but Katrina showed up at the front gate and, well, let’s just say that changed my day by doing that time capsule thing and her big news.By the time I got home, a grin was practically glued to my face. My mother didn’t miss a beat when she saw me walk in.“Feeling good?” she asked, eyes twinkling as she chopped onions at the kitchen table.I nodded, still smiling like a fool. “Yeah, Katrina and I talked.”“And? How is she?”“She passed Harvard Law. She’s going to be a top-notch lawyer.” I couldn’t keep the pride out of my voice.“That’s wonderful!” My mother beamed, pausing from her chopping. “That girl’s always been impressive.”We finished cooking break
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