Cara’s povs “Cara, I can't follow you to the cottage tonight,” Debby said as I helped her by holding the trays filled with various herbs. I nodded. “It’s fine, Debby. I’ll find my way home,” I replied, but curiosity got the better of me. “What happened? Lately, I’ve noticed more wounded warriors coming into the infirmary.” “I’m not sure. Probably just patrol issues. But don’t worry about it, Cara. We’re safe,” she assured me. After helping Debby finish her work, I packed my bags, waved her goodbye, and set off on my journey back to the cottage. The sun was already setting, casting its golden glow over the streets. I packed my bags, my body aching from a long, exhausting day of tending to the sick, helping Debby, and playing with the children, who, strangely enough, had taken a liking to me. Despite the physical exhaustion, my heart felt lighter. I had spent the day helping people, feeling useful to the pack. Slowly but surely, I was starting to believe I belonged. The streets
Cara's POV I screamed and kicked all the way to the cottage, my throat raw from shouting, but Gareth was unfazed. When we reached the cottage, he dropped me unceremoniously onto the floor. “You will stay here, where you belong. No tricks. You’ll wait for your master to come back. That’s your job in this pack: to make him happy,” he said with finality. “Why are you doing this? You were kind to me at the bar! This isn’t you. You don’t have to serve him blindly!” I cried, my voice breaking. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flash of pity in his eyes, but it quickly vanished. His expression hardened again. “He gave me my life. Made me who I am. Why wouldn’t I serve him blindly? Goodnight, Cara,” he said, locking the door with a click. I collapsed, weeping for my pathetic life, the memories of my parents flashing through my mind, the pictures of my parents who had been murdered in cold blood flash through my head. That fateful night had changed everything. I cried harder, clingi
Cara's PovsOutside, the cottage was clear, and my chance of escape was there, staring at me.Without thinking twice, I grabbed the tray from the table and slammed it against the wooden door with all my might. The door rattled on its hinges, but it didn’t budge. I grabbed the chair next, using it as a battering ram, my desperation, and the need to escape giving me strength. The wood cracked, and with one final push, the door flew open.The fresh air hit me like a rush of adrenaline. I bolted out of the cottage, my legs moving faster than I thought possible. I didn’t look back. I didn’t have time to. The warriors were still shouting, but they hadn’t noticed me yet, too caught up in the chaos that had erupted around them.I ran into the dense forest, my heart pounding in my ears as I ran. The trees closed in around me, I could also hear the distant battle cry and shouts of the warriors, but I fled deeper into the woods with no looking back. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I n
Brian’s POVThe familiar scent of the woods filled my senses as I crossed the border back into the pack's territory. It had been a long week, longer than I had anticipated, and I was eager to return. The tensions between the rogue packs and the local righteous packs had escalated, forcing me to handle delicate negotiations in the East. Also, there was a message that there had been a call of peace by all the packs of Ellorin, in which I was invited. hadn’t been easy, but it had to be done. I smiled, seeing the message, and I had thrown it to the deepest part of my trash. Who care about their trash meeting and peace talks when they can't even be at peace in their own individual packs. My trip has been nothing like a honeymoon trip. It was filled with facing dangers and fishing our criminals. Still, the entire time I was away, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Cara, that's her name, I had overheard it from her and debbys' discussion that night my wolf forced his way out and marked h
Brian’s POV Empty. The bed was untouched. The room was still. Scattered on the floor was untouched food, and the lingering scent of her hung in the air, faint but fresh. My eyes scanned every corner, my senses on high alert. She wasn’t here. A low growl rumbled in my chest, my wolf stirring with rage. Cara had been here, but she hadn’t been gone for long. How could she have escaped? My orders had been clear. She wasn’t supposed to leave. She wasn’t supposed to run. But she had. I clenched my fists, anger surging through me. Gareth had lied. He’d said she was safe, that she was suffering in the cottage, but now she was gone. Where the hell is that damn Omega? I stormed out of the cottage, my mind racing with a thousand possibilities. Has someone helped her? Or had she foolishly gone off on her own, thinking she could hide from me? Foolish girl. The emergency bell rang again, but I barely heard it over the sound of my own fury. The entire pack would feel my wrath if I didn’t
Cara's povs “Mummy, mummy, I want you to read me a story.” "Carr, which story would you like Mummy to read to you tonight?" "I want the one you said is very important. Mummy, I want you to tell me that one!" “Carr, you’re too young for that story. When you turn twelve, I promise I’ll tell you.” "Sabrina, I think it's time we tell Carr about our origins, so she’ll understand how powerful she truly is and how to control it," a voice said from behind. "Thank you, Daddy!" "Calm down, little one," her father said, his voice gentle. "Daddy is starting now. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her parents. This girl was beautiful..." “Hahaha, Daddy, stop! Be serious!” Her father chuckled but continued, "Shh. So, this girl always thought she was just a normal werewolf, but she didn’t know she was, something special, even in her clan, she is a Cupbearer…” Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted outside, cutting short the story. "My husband," her mother said
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Brian’s POVThe scent was fading, but the bond between us grew stronger, pulling me forward like a guiding force. Every muscle in my body screamed with tension, driven by Asher’s relentless demand to find her. I could feel her fear through the mate bond, her pulse quickening, her breathing uneven, and it only fueled my rage. I tore through the forest, dodging trees, my mind singularly focused on the Omega.Asher, my wolf, was relentless. He kept growling and snarling. “They’ll regret taking her,” Asher growled, and I knew he was right. Whoever had taken the Omega had no idea what they’d unleashed. They would soon witness the wrath of the king, the devil from hell himself.“Red Knife Pack.” I repeated the name with malice. They were a shadow of my past, one of my many enemies. All the evidence Garreth had uncovered pointed toward them being involved in this kidnapping. They had launched a probing attack, and then when my forces were focused on them, they had kidnapped the Omega.“Ryder
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
Cara povThe once powerful Rogue King, the wolf who had dominated my thoughts and haunted my dreams, now lay before me, a shadow of his former self. His breaths were shallow, each one a struggle as though life was slipping through his grasp.“Brian!” I screamed, pushing through the crowd. The pack members stepped aside, their expressions a mix of fear and despair.When I reached him, I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch his bloodied fur. I felt electricity tingling from his body to mine, following my hands coming in contact with him, but I was not in the right state of mind to give it a second thought. His body was limp, his strength drained.“Brian,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “What happened to you?”He opened one eye weakly, and a red orb in place of eyes stared at me with a dim light. “Cara…” he rasped, his voice barely audible.The crowd murmured, going into a frenzy, but I didn’t care. My focus was entirely on him.At that moment, Ga
Cara’s POVIt’s been two days since we returned to Mafian wolf pack, and I could feel the weight of hatred in every corner of the pack. The once warm smiles and nods of acknowledgment and reverence I once received before everything were replaced by cold glares and whispered insults. People stared at me with malice in their eyes, their disdain palpable.Even Debby, who had always been a source of comfort and guidance, was keeping her distance. I had not seen her since I came back, only sending in other nurses and maids to attend to me. The betrayal cut deep, and though I had the sisters, Emily and Emma, by my side when they weren’t busy, their absence was felt too. Emily was now a commander in mafian wolf pack as well as acting as a leader for her own people, she was burdened with responsibilities that kept her occupied, while Emma was often off with Siden, like two runaway lovers, their bond growing stronger each day.I tried to focus on small tasks to keep myself distracted in the ca