Caras Pov Alice tensed beside me, her grip tightening on my arm. “We’re just… going for some air,” she said, her tone too casual to be believable. Garreth’s eyes narrowed, flicking between us. “Air, huh? It's funny because I’ve been watching this cabin for the past hour, and it sure looks like you’re sneaking off to somewhere important. My heart sped from the adrenaline pumping through my system. I felt my chaotic power almost at the tip of my fingers. It was responding with my increased fear. We had been caught, and by no other person but Garreth, the most loyal person to Brian. But I was not letting any person stand in my way to freedom. Not again. I was sick and tired of being used like a commodity, and with that, I stepped forward, trying to mask my nerves with defiance. “It’s none of your business, Garreth. Let us pass.” His lips curled into the smirk I hated most. It was a dry and evil smirk. there was no humor in it.“You think I’m going to let you wander off without an ex
Caras pov“What was he doing here”The dim twilight cast an eerie glow on the forest as I froze in my tracks, my breath hitching at the sight before me. Mark stood there, leaning casually against a tree as though his sudden reappearance after weeks of absence wasn’t an absolute shock. “Mark?” My voice came out uncertain, a mixture of disbelief and suspicion. He turned to face me fully, his familiar smirk curling his lips. "Cara," he said smoothly, as though we were old friends catching up. Though he had been my friend until…he poisoned me. "Long time, no see." I took a cautious step forward, my gut twisting uncomfortably. Something was wrong. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "You disappeared without a trace in the party. Everyone thought you were dead or… worse." “Here am I, did you miss me” he smiled a creepy smile that sent chills down me.“You almost killed me, the drink you gave me in the party, you…you poisoned it” I accused.Mark shrugged nonchalantly. "Things… happened.
Caras pov “Mama, tell me a story.” A little girl in a flowery gown tugged at her mother's cloth, her laughter soft and pure. Her mother glanced at her father, who leaned against the doorframe with a faint smile. “Let your father tell it this time,” she said. “Please, Papa?” the girl begged. He crouched, chuckling. “Only if you listen closely.” The girl climbed into his lap, her eyes bright with excitement. The moment was perfect, but perfection never lasted. A crash shattered the peace. The walls shook with howls and snarls. “What’s happening?” the girl whispered, clutching her mother. Her father’s expression darkened. “Hide,” he ordered, moving fast to uncover a hidden compartment on the floor. Her mother knelt, her voice trembling as she brushed the girl’s hair. “You’re strong,” she whispered. “Never forget that.” Tears streamed as the girl was placed inside. “We love you,” her father said before closing the lid. The door burst open. Shadows loomed. Through the c
Caras povThe knock on my door was hard and sharp, jolting me out of the restless haze of half-sleep. I have been stuck in my former room after my last meeting with Alpha Black. I was still perplexed by my last dream. It was in two parts. The first was the same dream I had before, about a little girl whose pack was attacked. Then suddenly, it changed to the part of the handsome white-haired man. From his piercing eyes, he was a werewolf, a very powerful one at that. And it looks like he was fighting a very tough battle. But the thing that caught my attention was the way through his mere gaze, my blood reacted to him. my bloodline had roared inside of me, with great strength when he stared at me.Not understanding what the dream meant, I shook my head, standing up, with my heart hammering, but before I could take a step, those knocking burst in. A maid entered the room, her gaze lowered, accompanied by a tall warrior whose broad frame filled the doorway. He looked at me without any exp
Caras pov I woke up to the cold feeling of coldness numbing my wrists. My arms were stretched above me, and heavy chains running from the roof down, were cuffed into my wrists. The room was dim, the air heavy with the scent of damp stone. I tugged weakly at the chains, but they didn’t budge. My strength was gone, the repressant doing its job this time. The door creaked open, and in came in Alpha Black together with a bodyguard that was covered head to toe with heavy metals, leaving only the two orbs inplace of the eyes hole. He flaclnked alpha Black who had an expression of anger mixed with disappointment, his dark eyes smoldering with barely contained fury. “You really are a fool,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Who is he, the spiked haired warrior” not paying attention to what he was ranting about I asked him what have been bothering me since the time I was injected the repressants.I was almost close to escape, close to my freedom, but the spiked haired warrior, was
Caras PovThe air shifted. A suffocating weight settled over the council chamber as the spiked warrior entered the grand hall. My heart thundered at the mere sight of him. This was the first time I was seeing him properly, and he stood at almost 6,1 foot tall, with powerful biceps and triceps bulging out from his tight skin Armor he gaped on himself. He was a mountain of a man and with arms the size of a full-grown man's thighs. He stepped inside, tall and menacing, with spiked hair that seemed to shimmer under the dim torchlight. His presence consumed the room, his sharp gaze silencing the guards that wanted to apprehend him. even the elders, held a tinge of shock.But what struck me most was the smirk that danced on his lips, not cruel, but oddly pleased. And it was directed at me. “Cara,” Elder Rufus barked, his voice cutting through my confusion and the aura brought about by the spiked haired warrior. “Take the vial, now!” I glanced at the golden liquid in the vial, its conte
Brian’s POVThe forest blurred as I ran, my limbs a blur of motion fueled by raw desperation. Garreth’s final hurried mind-link replayed in my head, a haunting echo that wouldn’t leave me. The words were a dagger to my chest, sharper than any blade. My wolf clawed at my insides, begging for release, its frustration mingling with my own. But I held it back. Not yet. I needed focus, not blind rage. I had rushed my outside work I was doing, left everything, and traveled almost 10km, running to come back to my pack.The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as I pushed myself harder, faster. I wasn’t just racing against time, I was racing against fate. My pack was everything, but Cara? Cara was more. She was my lifeline, the only softness in a world built on blood and power. The thought of what might happen to her was a thought I didn’t want to think of. The familiar outline of my packs territory, the mafians wolf pack loomed forward. I waded through the thick bush, hea
Cara povBrian!!.The spiked warrior stiffened, his grip tightening on my arm as he turned toward the sound. My pulse quickened as Brian’s figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with fury. It was Brian that had shouted. His familiar cold pressure descended on everybody, demanding his authority. In that split seconds, I noticed that while the council elders pressure had a calm in control attribute. The one of Brian and the spiked haired warrior was wild and untamed. An evidence of them being rogues.The tension in the room was suffocating. The elders were stunned into silence. My mind raced as I tried to piece it all together. Who was this warrior? Who was his master? And why did he call me the master’s bride? “Let her go” Brian commanded again, causing my stomach to do a strange flip. I tried desperately to look for his eyes, but for a reason, he was avoiding looking at me.I sighed in frustration, guilt, and regret filled me, as the weight of the whole wanted to suffocate
Cara’s POVThe forest loomed around me, its towering trees stretching toward the sky like skeletal fingers. Their thick canopies blocked out the light, casting everything in an eerie dark gloom. Each step I took was cautious, careful, yet my mind was anything but steady.Debby’s final words echoed in my thoughts, she had used her last strength to whisper a plea in my ears. “The Cupbearers, go to the mountains and they will locate you”I had promised her that I would go. More like I had no choice than to agree to her request, to find the secret pack hidden deep in the mountains. They were my only hope now. She believed they could help me unlock the power that had betrayed me, the same power that refused to heed my call when I needed it most. My wolf altogether with my abilities looked like they were Inna consensus to ditch me. She had been silent throughout the war. But I could feel her gloominess. I could tell she misses her mate.I tightened the cloak around my shoulders, the chill o
Cara’s POVHe had not considered our love. Or at least what we had. Brian threw it all away just to satisfy his guilty conscience. These thoughts kept repeating in my head, for I was knelt in the rubble outside the town hall, my knees buried in the cold dirt, staring at nothing. The sun rose and fell, the air shifting from frigid to unbearably hot, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The world around me blurred into an indistinct haze of sorrow, pain, and the heavy scent of ash and blood.Two days had passed, though time had lost its meaning to me.I could hear them. The people. Wailing for their dead, crying for those they would never see again. Mothers screamed for their children; fathers searched desperately for their sons. It was a communion of heartbreak, piercing through the already suffocating silence of a battlefield long abandoned.A man’s voice rose above the cries. his hoarse and broken voice resonated with my heart that was already broken. “No! No, it can’t be her! Please, not
Caras povHer glowing aura flickered, then faded as she fell to her knees. I caught her before she hit the ground, tears streaming down my face.“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You have to be okay.”“Not all strong again, hahaha. Ryder laughed, “Nothing will stop me from taking the bride”But as he took a step forward. A loud, feral roar echoed through the tunnel, shaking the very walls. It was like something I had ever heard. Ryder froze, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he hesitated, but then when I thought he would pounce. He turned and fled into the darkness.“Cara,!!” Emily called my name, making me snap out, focusing on Debby, who was now unconscious but was still bleeding from her wound.“Common, Debby, you have to heal. Please” I chanted nonstop like a mantra in my head. I held her head as I begged her to heal. I tried using my abilities, but still the same empty response. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Cara, it's too dangerous out here. L
Cara’s POVThe air was thick with tension, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I faced the chaos unraveling before me. The lifeless bodies on the floor, the metallic scent of blood, and the cold, taunting gaze of Ryder filled me with dread. Emily was fighting valiantly, but Ryder’s strength was terrifying. He toyed with her as if she were a mere annoyance.I gripped the broken pipe tighter, my knuckles white from the effort. My body trembled, my fear nearly paralyzing me. My mind screamed for me to do something, anything, but I was frozen, helpless as the fight raged around me.Debby?She stood with blood dribbling from her small sharp blade. She snucked from the back of the man. Killing him instantly and catching everyone by surprise. Even Ryder had to pause to see what was going on. He seemed caught off guard, his usual smirk replaced with a look of mild surprise, and the way his eyes widened didn't escape my notice.She was garbed in a loose, simple white gown that had an e
Caras pov“Surprised to see me, you didn't think I would still be alive” Ryder laughed an evil smile.You…, how did you know about this place” I asked, wanting to know how he got here in the first place. Was he the one that killed the secret guards?. But ye laughed.“I have my way around , Cara. You are still blind and foolishly naive” he said, taking a step forward, causing me to back away cautiously. Emily was standing beside me, her sword drawn ,but she was still surveying the surroundings.“Hahaha, you didn't think that I would ever back away after I couldn’t get you the first time. Did you?” he asked, flashing an evil smile.I ignored his question. Choosing not to answer him. “How did you know about this place. You are working for the council.” I questioned him. By now, we were backed up against the wall of the hall. Ryder still stood a few meters from us, his hands behind him, like he was not in a hurry. A sinking feeling started spreading inside my stomach.“Dear cupbearer. Yo
Cara's POVThe piercing sound of the war drum echoed through the air, sending chills down my spine. All around me, the arena descended into chaos. Brian stood tall, unwavering, his piercing gaze scanning the scene with the sharpness of a predator. The once vibrant faces of the Mafian pack, the people who had gathered for what should have been a resolution to Jules’ rebellion, were now etched with fear and determination.A sudden cry rang out. That was the shout of war acceptance. Warriors and rogues in their wolf form. streamed into the clearing, their weapons glinting in the dim light. I instinctively moved closer to Brian, my heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through my veins. Garreth’s arrival with Brian’s elite warriors was supposed to have tipped the balance, but fate had other plans. Emerging from the shadows like a tidal wave, enemy forces flooded the arena, their banners bearing the mark of the Council. And another symbol I can not make out. Like a sign of three wolves inte
Cara’s POVThe pressure and immense tension that fell over the arena was so thick it could be cut with a knife. At the center of it all stood Elder Jules, his signature smug grin plastered on his face, his arrogance radiating as strongly as the midday sun. He carried himself like an untouchable monarch, reveling in his perceived invincibility.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “This isn’t your pack, Jules. It’s Brian’s.”Jules chuckled, the sound cold and sharp, slicing through the fragile silence. “Slow down, young Omega. I am a respected elder of this pack. As such, I have every right to do what I am doing.”A collective intake of breath rippled through the gathered crowd, as though his words carried an unspoken threat. The elders, revered as symbols of wisdom and justice, held an unshakable authority. Even now, despite the undercurrent of fear, no one dared challenge him.“You’re sowing seeds of doubt and chaos,” I said, my voice steady even though anger churned
Cara povI wiped the sweat from my brow and sighed, leaning against the edge of Brian's bed. The clinic was quiet except for the faint rustling of leaves outside. It had been a week since Brian fell into a coma, it was like a gloomy veil covered the whole of mafians wolf pack. the pack had sunk into a gloomy, restless state. Cases of theft and robbery were a predominant situation these days.The once-unshakable Mafian Wolf Pack felt fractured, its foundation weakened without its Alpha.My gaze lingered on Brian’s face, pale and motionless, his strong frame looking smaller and more fragile than ever. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re stronger than this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You always have been.”But no matter how many times I said those words, no matter how many sleepless nights I spent trying to heal him with the powers I had come to fear, nothing changed. Rather I would exhaust my strength and fall asleep by hisside, only to conti
Caras povDebby looked at me with pity in her eyes, but she didn't try to stop me again.I placed my trembling hands on Brian’s fur, leaning closer to his ear. “Brian, listen to me. You have to shift. I know it’s hard, but you can do this. You’ve faced worse before. Please come back,... come back to me.”The fire inside me surged, brighter and hotter than ever, as if responding to my desperate plea. My connection to him felt stronger, deeper, as though our very souls were intertwined, bound together by something neither of us could deny. I pressed my forehead gently against his fur, feeling the warmth of his battered body. “Come back to me,” I whispered again, tears streaming freely down my face.I closed my eyes, focusing on the bond between us, the bond that had always been there, even when we’d fought it, denied it, ignored it. The mating bond. I reached out, not with my hands but with my mind, calling to him through the invisible thread that tied us together.Brian. Can you hear m