“Tie her up and bring her along,” his voice was deep as he spoke to the shadows. Before I could turn around, I was grabbed again and a tight knot was tied around my wrist by people I had not noticed. I was pushed forward roughly after the large man. Almost a dozen people – skilled warriors had materialized from the hidden shadows. Who were these people? I asked myself. Had I just gone from frying pan to fire with these ruthless, mysterious people? ********** Claire Fischer had a perfect life. A perfect family. A loving fiance she was supposed to marry and rule over the pack. But it all changed as soon as her father died. She caught her fiance cheating and a family secret looms overhead. When she couldn't take it anymore, she decides to leave the pack and place her life in the hands of fate. Would fate treat her better than her pack? Or did she just get into a worse situation.
View MoreLOGAN MILLERLOGAN WAITED OUT his time throughout the day. He pretended to be interested in what Fiona or Ruth indulged him with, but he knew better. He knew there was a deeper secret hiding behind the smiles of Ruth and Fiona, and even his best friend was in on it."Did you hear what I said?" Fiona asked."Wha?" Logan shook his head. "I was distracted." He placed his hand over hers. "What did you say?"She pouted for a few seconds, then she said, "I was saying that we should host an event. A large event. We will invite every pack around after all, we are the biggest pack in this city.""You... want us to host a party to show that we are the biggest pack in the state?" Logan frowned."Yes..." she giggled and clapped her hands."We have more pressing issues than hosting a party -" Logan muttered, shaking his head."But it is not a bad idea," Bruce said, coming into the sitting room with two glass cups. He handed one to Logan. "It will have many advantages... with the involvement of oth
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE PULLED TO a stop in front of the state building. As he got out, he looked around. The building was already busy, and it was not even 9 a.m. yet.He snorted and went inside. He had been here multiple times before. Being a prominent billionaire in the city meant he was often in lunch and dinner parties with other prominent people of the city - sometimes such parties included the Mayor or Governor.He took the elevator up to the suite that held the office. A small, petite woman sat at a desk outside. When she looked up and saw Alek, she immediately stood up and hurried out of her desk. "You can't be here, sir," She stammered. "How did you get past the guards." She held her hand in front of her like she could stop him."Is he in?" Alek asked."Uh, Y-yes... but-""That is all I need to hear," Alek muttered as walked past her like she didn't exist."Sir, you don't have an appointment-"Alek pushed the door open, noting that he had broken the lock. He stopped midst
LOGAN MILLER"WE HAD ANOTHER attack," Bruce said."Huh?" Logan woke up, stunned. He rubbed his mouth and looked at the clock on his desk. He had fallen asleep on his work desk. "What is it?""There was another attack last night," Bruce repeated.Logan jumped to his feet. "What did they take?""Not much," Bruce said. "To be honest, there was not much to be taken.""What is that look on your face?" Logan asked, frowning as he went to the basin to wash his face with cold water to wake himself up."The rogues attacked 2 men last night," Bruce muttered.Logan stiffened and turned. "They attacked and hurt two of our men?"Bruce nodded. "One of them is badly injured."Logan sprinkled water on his face and dried it with a napkin. "I had taken the rogues to be mere thieves. I never thought they would take it this far..." he wrapped a shawl around his neck and hurried out of his office. "Have you heard?" Fiona asked as soon as he walked into the sitting room. "Our men were hurt... you didn't l
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIR."THIS HAD BETTER be good," Esteavo muttered. "I just pulled away from one of the best heads in my life... and you know that is saying something."They went to a darker, more secluded corner of the club and sat down."What is this about?" Esteavo asked. His skin was white and translucent in the darkness. "After all these years, I thought you had given up on searching for anything about the curse.""I had," Alek nodded. "And now you said it has stopped?""Not entirely," Alek said. "I want to know if you know where any highly powerful witch might be. I need some answers."Esteavo snorted and stood up. "You are here to waste my time.""I met a girl," Alek said.Esteavo frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?""She doesn't know it, but when I'm with her, the curse stops... or slows down considerably." Alek sighed."You suspect she is a witch?" Esteavo asked.Alek shrugged. "I don't know what to think," He rubbed his face. "But I know that a real witch w
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRALEK WAS FRUSTRATED as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment. He had tried to call the governor's office, but his calls were being redirected; he was on his last nerve already and was unable to look at the files that Harris had sent to him about the warehouse robbery.He got into the house and poured himself a glass of whiskey, sipping it as he pulled off his tie and shirt. He examined his body in the full-length mirror on the wall, looking at the tattoos. In another circumstance, he would have loved them. They were beautiful. He scoffed and walked to the couch with his drink in hand. He sat down heavily on the couch and opened his laptop. There was always a constant inflow of emails that his personal assistant and secretary could not keep up with.He spent the next hours blandly reading the emails. Then he got up and pulled a shirt over his head; a few months ago, he would have called some numbers in his phone, and the girls would have come flocking
CLAIRE FISCHER"GO ON DARIUS, You can leave us," Joram said as they approached. "I've got it from here."Darius looked at me in concern then he nodded and walked ahead.Joram crouched beside me. He held up a small ice bag. "Stay still," He muttered and put the bag to the side of my forehead. "So... you were eavesdropping, weren't you, Luna?" He smirked.I shook my head. "I wasn't -""Keep still," he muttered. "Alek would be pissed if he came back and you had a new scar.""I will tell him it was my fault," I muttered. "So you heard what Darius said," Joram said. "About the strange man in the hospital."I started to nod, but stopped and said, "Yes.""Did you see the man?""No," I replied. "But I felt his presence," I said, remembering the uneasy feeling I had suddenly had in the hospital as Elizabeth was being admitted."What do you mean?" He asked.I took the ice bag from him and pressed it into my head as I stood up, but I immediately felt dizzy."Easy," Joram said, standing up and t
CLAIRE FISCHERI HELD ON to the phone a bit longer than necessary after Alek hung up. He was only gone for a few hours and I was ashamed to say I miss him already.Jora cleared his throat and I spun. He had a vague smile on his face as he gestured towards the phone. "Oh," I blushed and handed it to him. He collected it and placed it on the table."You didn't encounter any issues, did you?" He asked.I shook my head."When I gave you that card," He said, "I expected you to go shopping for the finest dress and pieces of jewelry like a normal woman would," he snorted. "And instead, you took it to a local hospital to admit your friend." "How did you know?" I asked in shock."I got the message notification," He chuckled. "I am surprised.""If you had told me," he continued. "I would have called a doctor friend we had. He would have come here and treated your friend comfortably.""That would have been more expensive," I muttered. "Thank you for the card." I held it out back to him.He rai
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRIT WAS A very big shock. After all these years, why would his company suddenly be under investigation?"What do you want me to do, sir?" Harris asked nervously.Alek looked at him and shook his head. "Absolutely nothing. But I want you to confirm the name of the agent that has been assigned to investigate the company and the date he or she will be coming. ""Yes sir," Harris said."If that is all, you may leave." Alek dismissed. He just wanted to be alone. Harris nodded and bowed out of the office.Alek stood at the window, overlooking the skyline, and wondered what started all these. First, his warehouse was raided and robbed, then his company suddenly caught the eye of the government for investigation.He scoffed and picked up his phone. He dialed and after a few rings, Joram's voice came through. "Brother, how is it going over there?" Straight to the point, no time for useless chatter. "Not so well," Alek admitted. "I might be here for longer than I thought
LOGAN MILLERLOGAN COULD BARELY concentrate on the drive back home. He did not hear anything Yolanda was saying from the passenger seat. When they drove into the pack territory, Logan slowed down and said, "Yolanda," She stopped talking and looked at him, "I want you to do me a small favor. "She nodded. "What is it, Alpha?""I don't want you to tell anyone that we saw Claire," he said. "Not yet." Her face fell in disappointment. She had been looking forward to how she would tell the story."Whyy?" She whined."Because I want to do my research first," he said. "I want to be sure of where she is before everyone else knows."She folded her hands, clearly not happy with it, but she nodded and said, "Okay, I will do as you ask." She looked out the window, "But when it is time, I want to be the first one to tell them.""You will," He parked in front of her house. "I think your mate is back." He said, nodding into the house. She got out of the car. "And Yolanda?""Yes, alpha," She leaned d
CLAIRE FISCHER“HE WAS SUCH a good man.”I scoffed inwardly as the smallish man draped in a black cape shuffled past me. Everyone becomes a friend at funerals, even people who had been vehemently against the person when he had been alive.I looked around and saw many of those types of people. Dressed immaculately in black suits and dressed with black sunshades to match. Some were even graceful enough to drop a tear or two for my father.I sighed and wrapped the black shawl tighter around my shoulders as I moved forward. I stood over the grave, taking care not to rustle the long root of dew vine that circles the dug-out hole. “Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered under my breath. I scooped up a bit of sand and tossed it in. I felt a fat, lonely tear run down my cheeks, but I smashed it away. He would now have wanted me to be sad and cry. My father, Alpha Bronn Fischer of the Moonshadow pack, was easily the best person in the pack and definitely the best person I knew. He loved me even with my “di...
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