NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
NATALIAI fisted my hair in my hands, feeling the tension building up in my body. My parents, the alpha and the luna of our Vega pack, had been missing for ten days now. Ten fucking days without any word from them. I tried calling their phones and the pack's landline, but none of my calls went through. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.Sitting beside me on the couch was my boyfriend, Knight Adriatico. We've been together since our first year of university. Knight was the guy with a lot of filthy money from his parents. He was in his final year of Archaeology, but right now, he was my rock, the one person who could calm me down."I don't know, Knight," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm so worried about them.""Hey, hey," Knight said, putting his arm around me. "Calm down, babe. At least let go of your hair or you're gonna get bald."I took a deep breath and released my hair from my grip. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed for my outburst."It's okay," Knight said, takin
~ NATALIA ~ I never thought my world could crumble down with just a single phone call that I received from them. I had been waiting for this call for the past 10 days. It was a call from my mother, Veronica. I was so happy when I received her call. Finally, I was getting to hear from my parents. “Hello, Mom!” I chimed, making my way out from the kitchen towards the drawing-room. Knight was just behind me, following me like my shadow. He was annoying sometimes. No. Most of the times. He always invaded my privacy and pestered me to tell him everything. I mean it when I said EVERYTHING. “Hello dear, how are you?” I heard my mother’s voice. It was weird. It was like she had been crying for hours. This made me worry and I halted in my way, refusing to walk another inch. Instantly, I asked. “Mom! Are you alright? Is everything alright?” I turned to face Knight who was now sitting on the couch in front of me. He was still watching me. His eyes were narrowed down as he focused ha
~ NATALIA~ “ I’m returning back to my pack, there is a matter that I need to solve. I’ll come back to you. You don’t need to worry about me. - Love, Natalia…” This was what I wrote in a note for Knight and stuck it on the nightstand. I was leaving him alone. No matter how much I try and how long we’ve been in this relationship, I still could not convince myself to drag him to the darkness of the werewolves' world. For I know it would only put his life at the edge of danger, and currently, after losing my father and also my mother who was gonna marry the old man Romeo Velasquez, I could not lose Knight. He is the only one that was left in this world for me. I placed a kiss on his forehead and got up without making any noise. I walked out of the room and took a last glance at Knight. He was sleeping so peacefully that my heart shrank into the shape of an apple seed to leave him behind like this, without giving much explanation. I shut the door behind me carefully. I took a deep br
NATALIA The door was carved with the two wolves' faces, showing the power and authority that one who lived behind this door held. It was the door of the Alpha chamber. It was the most secured and least doubtable room for me to hide. That chamber belonged to my father and the alpha of this pack before. Davi Brooks Mcallister. Now, it must belong to that Alpha Romeo Velasquez. And currently, I’m praying he shouldn’t be here because... A: I will kill him the moment I see meet him. B: I needed that chamber vacant to hide from the guardian wolves who were behind my tail. I hesitated for a second to go inside but when I heard the footsteps approaching me and the voices of the guardian wolves coming in my direction, I turned the doorknob and went inside. I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned my back on it. I closed my eyes to calm my nerves. I opened my eyelids to witness the changes of this chamber. Everything had changed. From floor to ceiling. From curtains to the p
~ NATALIA ~ Never had I ever thought I would meet my true mate even after I had crossed the rightful age to find a mate. But right now, in front of me, my mate was standing tall, scaring the living shit out of me, while putting a silver dagger on my neck that was shining eagerly to rip the tender flesh of my neck. My wolf Lia was howling inside my head in the excitement of finding a true mate. She was jumping and growling to take control of me. She was making my fingers itch to tear down the wall and have my mate right there, at that moment. My mate was staring into my eyes. His eyes were zeroed on me. He growled, his breathing hitched, his nose flared and there I saw his blue eyes turning into inked-black color. It was a signal that his wolf was trying to take control over him, but surprisingly he never lost his grip, he dominated his own wolf. He turned me around to finally let me see his face, I was no longer adoring his masculinity through our reflections into the mirror.
~ NATALIA ~ I couldn’t process why he said that I won’t be able to walk out alive. I knew I was on a mission that had put my life on the edge but the way he said that was something else. It felt like it was coming from someone who had more authority over here. Before I could think of anything he ripped my shirt. The slash of the cloth against my skin rang between the walls. He threw the ball of fabric on the floor and he lowered me to the bathtub step and prying my legs open with his strong fingers. I watched in awe as he reached into my entrance again, gathered my juice, and rubbed them against my bare nipples. I didn’t know why I wasn’t stopping him. My body was in the process of melting like the icebergs of Antarctica. “It would be your first and last time that you would enjoy this mating with me.”Saying this he got up from his knees and plastered his half-naked, muscular body atop of my naked one. “-So I will make it memorable for you.” he kissed me, feeling his fingers worki
~ NATALIA ~ I was having a breakdown with all mixed emotions. I was happy, shocked, relieved, and angry at the same moment. I was relieved to see my mother standing in front of me when my mate opened the door of the bathroom where we had just mated. But the anger took over me when I saw the pain in her eyes that soon glistened her cheeks. She looked at me and my mate with suspicion, probably wondering what, why, when, and how and there’s one more emotion that I couldn’t interpret because as always she hid it swiftly. From what I saw, it was enough to make me sure that it was, maybe- anger. No one uttered a word. My mother was too shocked to say anything and I… I was relieved that she was okay...and Alive. A thread of tears broke out of my emerald eyes and I called for her with a shaky voice, “Mom…” That word was like, someone had thrown a stone into the still lake water because it splattered on everyone in different ways and amounts. My mate and the man who now I could recogni
NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
SYDNEYMy fingers danced nervously over the phone's keypad as I dialed Romeo's number. The urgency in my chest fueled the anxiety in my voice when he finally picked up."Romeo, it's Sydney," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I need your advice. Should I head to Natalia's now? Something just doesn't feel right, like there's an eerie cloud hanging over her due date."There was a pause on the other end, and then he asked, "What's going on?"It's hard to explain," I began, struggling to find the right words. "It's like there's something malevolent inside her, something beyond the ordinary. I can't shake this feeling that the child she's carrying isn't just a bundle of joy. It's like there's a darkness, and it's threatening both her and the baby."I could almost hear Romeo furrowing his brow on the other end. "Darkness? What do you mean?"I mean, it's as if there's an evil presence in her womb," I confessed, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "And I'm afraid that once that chi
ELVINAAlone in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive weight of my actions hangs in the air, suffocating me like a dense fog. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved runes etched into the cold stone floor, each symbol a testament to the forbidden path I've tread. Natalia lies motionless on the altar, her presence a fragile vessel for the soul I sought to resurrect. As the cold reality settles in, doubt snakes through my mind like a relentless serpent. The initial madness that drove me to perform the forbidden ritual now morphs into a gnawing unease. Regret, thick and palpable, permeates the atmosphere, saturating the very air I breathe. What was once a desperate bid to bring back my sister now feels like a pact with shadows and echoes. A solitary tear traces a path down my cheek, its journey mirroring the torment within. Natalia, vulnerable and unconscious, is now the unwitting conduit for a force beyond her understanding. The chamber, once filled with th
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
NATALIAMy heart raced like the staccato beat of distant drums as I approached Romeo, the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit room casting shadows on my face. The air crackled with the anticipation of finally meeting my twin sister, Dahlia— a reunion I had yearned for since the moment I discovered her existence. "Romeo," I began, my voice a delicate symphony tinged with excitement, "have you managed to reach Sebastian? I can't bear the agonizing wait any longer—I need to see Dahlia."Romeo's eyes, a canvas of uncertainty, met mine as he shook his head, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him yet, Natalia."A surge of frustration tightened its grip on my chest, like a vine constricting around my heart. I knew all too well the significance of Sebastian's elusive approval, especially in light of the unique bond he shared with Dahlia. "This is unbearable," I sighed, my impatience echoing in the hushed room. The scent of aged parchment and ancient secrets hung in the air, underscor
NATALIAAs the soft pads of my fingertips caressed the gentle curve of my burgeoning belly, I found solace in the quietude of the moment. The room was hushed, and the only symphony that mattered played within the confines of my body—the rhythmic ballet of life unfolding. A tender smile graced my lips, a testament to the profound connection I felt with the two tiny souls growing beneath my touch.Their kicks, playful and spirited, transformed my womb into a lively arena. Each flutter echoed the promise of an impending joy, and as their tiny feet danced beneath my skin, laughter escaped me—an involuntary melody in response to the enchanting rhythm of life within. It was as if my body had become a sanctuary, a haven where the language of kicks and twirls spoke volumes.Overwhelmed by the sheer magic of it all, tears welled up, glistening like dewdrops on the petals of a delicate flower. These were tears of joy, a manifestation of the profound emotion that coursed through me—a blend of grat
NATALIASo, picture this: I'm casually strolling through the garden vibes early in the morning, right? The sun's doing its thing, making the whole place light up like a chill paradise. The flowers are showing off their colors, and I swear, even the birds are in on this morning's party. Sarah, my partner in crime, joins me on this nature expedition. We're just soaking in the good vibes, you know? The air is all fresh and crisp, and there's this subtle aroma of blooming flowers, like nature's own perfume. As we mosey along, Sarah throws in some real talk and grabs my hand like we're in a cheesy movie. "Natalia," she says, "I'm seriously so pumped for you and those soon-to-be little adventurers." Her grin matches the sunshine, and I'm just standing there, feeling like life is hitting the perfect notes. Our garden hangout is like our secret spot. The flowers are like our cheering squad, and the whole scene feels like a happy conspiracy. At that moment, I was just overwhelmed with gratitud
NATALIA My body's like this bloated spaceship carrying two tiny passengers, and we're six months into this twin adventure. Let me tell you, it's a marathon of discomfort. Every step feels like I'm lugging around a ton of bricks – a constant reminder of the two little miracles growing inside me. Now, nights used to be my chill zone, but oh boy, that's changed. I'm haunted by these crazy nightmares like there's some evil plot unfolding in my belly. Mornings roll around, and instead of shaking off the bad dreams, they stick around like unwanted guests. The kicks and flutters? Yeah, they used to be cute, but now they're like tiny reminders of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's not just the physical strain; it's like I'm emotionally unraveling too. You'd think expecting twins would be all rainbows and butterflies, but there's this weird sense of doom hanging over everything. It's like there's this intangible darkness camping out inside me, and I'm starting to doubt if this is