Chapter 5 - Feigned Indifference
The morning was still fresh with the scent of dew clinging to the earth, the sun's rays barely cutting through the dense canopy of trees as Georgia stumbled along the gravel road. Her body ached with every step, but she pushed herself forward, driven by the desperation to escape the nightmare she had left behind. Her clothes were torn, smudged with soot and ash from the fire that had consumed her home, and her face was streaked with dried tears. The blindfold she wore over her eyes was damp with sweat and tears, sticking uncomfortably to her skin.
The road stretched endlessly before her, winding through the thick woods that bordered the Western Region. She had no idea how long she had been walking when the sound of an approaching car broke through the fog of her thoughts. It was a faint hum at first, growing louder as it drew nearer. Georgia's heart skipped a beat, panic rising in her chest. She was a rogue now, vulnerable and alone, and the roads were not safe for someone like her — a silver eyed werewolf. But as the car drew closer, she realized she had no strength left to run or hide. She was too exhausted, her legs trembling with each step.
The car slowed down as it neared her, the engine purring softly before coming to a halt a few meters ahead. Georgia stood frozen, her senses on high alert. She heard the car door open and the shuffle of footsteps on the gravel road.
"Dear, are you all right?" The voice was soft, tinged with concern, and unmistakably that of an elderly woman. Georgia turned her head in the direction of the voice, her hand instinctively reaching out to steady herself against the rough bark of a tree.
"I... I am fine," Georgia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she looked anything but fine.
The woman approached slowly, her footsteps cautious as if she were afraid of startling Georgia. "Are you sure, child? You look like you have been through quite an ordeal." The woman's voice was warm, maternal even, and Georgia could hear the genuine concern in her tone.
Georgia hesitated, unsure of how much she should reveal. She had to be careful — trusting the wrong person could be dangerous. But the fatigue in her bones was overwhelming, and the thought of continuing on foot was unbearable. "I... I need to get to the Northern Capital," she finally admitted, her voice trembling with exhaustion.
There was a pause, and then the woman spoke again, her tone gentle. "You are in luck, dear. I happen to be heading that way myself. My name is Lena, by the way." Georgia could hear the smile in her voice. "If you would like, I can give you a ride."
Georgia's heart pounded in her chest. The offer was tempting — too tempting. But what if this woman was not who she seemed? What if she had ulterior motives? Georgia had heard stories of rogues being captured, tortured, or worse by those who pretended to offer help. But as she stood there, wavering on the edge of collapse, she knew she had little choice. The Northern Capital was still miles away, and she did not have the strength to make it on her own.
Taking a deep breath, Georgia nodded slowly. "Thank you... Lena," she said, her voice barely audible. "I would appreciate that. I am Georgia by the way."
Lena reached out and gently took Georgia's hand in hers, her touch soft and reassuring. "Come on, then, Georgia." She guided Georgia toward the car, her steps slow and careful.
The car was an old model, Georgia could tell by the sound of the creaking door as Lena opened it. The interior smelled of worn leather and a faint trace of the same lavender scent that clung to Lena's clothes. As she slid into the passenger seat, Georgia's fingers brushed against the cracked leather of the seat, and she could feel the years of wear in its texture. The car was old but well-maintained.
"Thank you," Georgia murmured, her voice thick with fatigue as she leaned her head back against the seat. She couldn't see Lena, but she could sense the woman's kind presence beside her.
"There is no need to thank me, dear," Lena replied, her voice soft as she guided the car onto the road. "You remind me of my granddaughter, you know. She lives in the Northern Capital, too. Such a kind girl, always helping others. It's been too long since I've seen her."
“But what happened to you?” Lena asked, glancing at Georgia’s poor state.
“Our house burned down with my parents inside. I have nowhere else to go,” her voice cracked as she was reminded of her now dead parents. She was not even able to say goodbye to them properly.
“Oh, dear. I am so sorry to hear that. But where do you go to the Capital? Do you have relatives there?” Lena asked.
“No. I do not know,” she trailed. “I had to leave our place and perhaps, by chance, I could get a job in the northern capital. If you know someone? I mean, even though I am blind I could do chores, clean houses, wash dishes, I can even cook. I was trained by my parents, I could function very well since I had been blind since I was a kid. So, for anyone who needs help with chores, cleaning, organizing, errands, or anything else, perhaps you could recommend me to some people? I really need it.”
"Let me see... I could talk to my husband about it. We have a flower shop, and we could use some help—especially with us getting older. Do you know how to work as a cashier?"
"Yes."
"And organize things? Handle the stock, cleaning, errands, maybe even some deliveries?"
"Yes, I can."
"Alright then. For now, you can stay at the shop. There's a small room in the back that we used as storage, but we can clean it out for you to use if that works for you?"
"Yes, that would be more than fine."
Maxton arrived at the Woodbrick pack after hearing the news that there was an arson that happened during the Royal Tryst. He ordered his men to investigate it but it had been three days and yet they were not able to capture the culprits. Allegedly, they were rogues who had tried to take revenge on the Woodbrick pack due to the recent attack they had done to eliminate the rogues lurking in their lands. They planned to put the pack’s villages on fire while a lot of them had attended the royal tryst.He rounded the charred remains of Georgia’s house, now nothing but smoldering wood and ash, searching for any sign of where she might have gone. Despite reports of her banishment, he feigned indifference, masking his true feelings with a façade of nonchalance. Deep down, he was seething over the Woodbrick Pack’s hasty decision to exile her. Yet, outwardly, he maintained his pride, a lingering reminder of the rejection he had faced before he turned his back on her. He convinced himself that her absence was for the best. With her gone and her whereabouts unknown, he hoped it would be easier to forget her.
Chapter 6 - Maddening Addiction“Would you want to try a pair of sunglasses instead? People here in the city might… you know, get curious with your blindfold,” Lena glanced at her, seeing her soiled clothes and dirtied blindfold. “Here, you can have it if you want.” Lena handed Georgia her sunglasses.For a minute, Georgia hesitated. The blindfold slipped to her lap as she untied it and replaced it with dark sunglasses. She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. High-rise buildings begin to dominate the skyline, their glass facades reflecting the early morning light. The streets are busy with people, some hurriedly making their way to work, others leisurely strolling with coffee cups in hand. The Northern Capital was a place unlike any Georgia had ever experienced. The scent of the city was an overwhelming mix of exhaust fumes, fresh bread from nearby bakeries, and the occasional whiff of flowers from market stalls. The roads were wider, the buildings taller, and the air humm
Chapter 7 - Wicked Beginnings“Your Majesty,” Hailey bowed her head in submission when the Alpha King passed by her room which was opposite to his.King Maxton’s eyes narrowed at her, trying to recognize her, “And who are you?” he asked. Her blonde wavy hair cascaded on her back to the length of her elbow, the bright red lipstick tinted her plump lips and her voluptuous breasts were almost spilling out of her corseted knee length dress. “Hailey of the Nightshade Pack, Your Majesty. The Queen Mother requested me to stay here at the manor —” but before she could even finish her statement, the King already cut her off.“No. Take your belongings and remain in the Palace. No female outsiders stay in my private place.” The attendants who were helping Hailey settle her luggage were confused and did not know what to do. The King eyed them and they scurried to take the bags and suitcases outside the room. “Lady Hailey,” one of the attendants called to her who was shocked at his cold demeano
Chapter 8 - The Watcher“The woman was blind according to the information provided, correct?” a man in his thirties stood against a lamppost across a grocery store, a phone against his left ear as he watched Georgia through the glass wall of the store, taking a bag of goods she just paid. “Yes, you have been watching her all this time and now you are asking?” a harsh voice snapped over the phone, laced with irritation. “Of course, she’s blind! She wears a blindfold due to her disgusting eyes.”“Really? It has been weeks and yet…” the man wondered, unsure whether he was fascinated that Georgia could function very well, or he was suspicious that she could do things on her own.“What? Come on Antler do not call me asking stupid questions!”“But she could do things well as if she is not blind.” Antler, the man who had been tasked to follow Georgia and report her every move to his boss, uttered in confusion, yet his voice was laced with suspicion. “Well, it was said that she was trained
Chapter 9 - Scorch of Molten SilverThe bell hanging inside above the door of the flower shop chimed softly, signaling the arrival of a customer. Georgia, standing behind the counter, immediately brightened and turned towards the sound. A warm smile spread across her face as she greeted the client. She could see her behind the dark sunglasses that were hiding the truth about her eyes.“Good morning!” Georgia said. The customer, a woman in her late twenties, stepped further into the shop. She was dressed in a chic, navy blue trench coat that accentuated her slender frame, her light brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Her features were soft yet elegant, with high cheekbones and wide brown eyes that lit up as she took in the vibrant array of flowers displayed around the shop.“Good morning,” the woman responded. She looked around, her eyes scanning the rows of flowers in various shades of pink, yellow, purple, and white. The shop was filled with the sweet, earthy scent of fresh blo
Chapter 10 - The Purple DrugGeorgia made her way through a narrow alley on her route back from a stroll. The day was cloudy, casting a dim, gray light that made the shadows stretch longer, causing an uncanny look in the alleyway. She wore her sunglasses, as always, her cane tapping gently along the uneven pavement as she walked. Though she was pretending to be blind, her sharp eyes scanned her surroundings constantly. She had grown accustomed to the subtle shifts in the atmosphere, the change in the wind, the quiet rustle of leaves, the hurrying footsteps of people going about their day, and the whirring sound of cars, but today felt different.As she moved forward, she noticed a figure standing still, half hidden in the shadows near a wall. Georgia’s steps slowed, cautious. Today, she had not seen the man — Antler, who had been watching her, but she recognized the ragged old man before her. It was the same homeless man who had bumped into Antler at the grocery store last week. She r
Chapter 11 - Believed to be ExtinctA knock on the heavy wooden door broke the silence in the private office of the Alpha King of the West. “Enter,” Maxton called, his voice calm but firm. He placed down the book he had been reading regarding wild plants that were already extinct for centuries, or believed to be extinct as the door creaked open, and one of his messengers, a young werewolf with anxious eyes, stepped into the room. He carried a sealed envelope, its wax emblem bearing the mark of the Ruler of the Northern Packs.“Your Majesty,” the messenger said, bowing deeply. “A report from the Northern Packs has arrived. It seems urgent.”Maxton gestured for him to approach. The messenger hurried forward, placing the envelope on the desk before retreating a few steps back. Maxton broke the seal and opened the envelope, his eyes scanning the lines of hastily written text. As he read, his expression darkened, his jaw tightening with each word.General Rakesh, who led the messenger to t
Chapter 12 - In HeatThe dead leaves rustled beneath the soles of the Alpha King’s wolf as he ran down the hill where he howled at the full moon shining above the forest. The full moon urged the wolves to reveal themselves and take over their human counterparts, to honor the Moon Goddess and glorify her. However, at full moon is also when the mate bond is at the strongest, driving the werewolves in heat, whether when they shift back to their human form or as wolves in the woods. It was a good thing for those who had mates, but for those who did not, they would endure the burning pain or find a way to release the tension in them.Despite having a harem for the Alpha King, since he had met his mate, he already stopped visiting the harem’s chambers in the palace. But the power of the full moon that tugs the mate bond and drives the werewolf into heat can not be underestimated.Maxton went straight to the King’s palace and asked for Hailey of the Nightshade Pack to attend to him in his of
Chapter 13 - I See You“So, when do you plan to officially choose a Luna? Hailey would be the best choice for you. I heard you two have already met,” the Queen Mother, Luna Poline, remarked as she walked beside her son, her voice carrying a tone of both suggestion and subtle insistence. She was dressed in a beige sheath dress with a pearl necklace that rested elegantly against her collarbone, her expression poised yet expectant.Alpha King Maxton’s jaw tightened, his irritation barely concealed. He continued his brisk pace toward his car, his mind already on the upcoming meeting. He did not have time for this conversation, nor the patience to indulge his mother’s persistent prodding on the matter.“I have more important things to deal with right now, Mother,” he replied curtly, his eyes fixed ahead. His tone was sharp, and dismissive, making it clear he was not interested in continuing the discussion.Luna Poline was unfazed by his reaction, and she kept up with him. “I understand you
Chapter 95 - FarewellYenari gave a nod, though his gaze remained serious. “She means something to all of us here,” he said. “If she’s with you, Maxton, then I expect you to protect her. She has suffered more than you know.”“I intend to do exactly that,” Maxton replied.Yenari’s expression softened, but only slightly. “If she ever needs a safe place again, know that Havalu will welcome her back. This island will always be here for her.”Maxton paused, considering Yenari’s words. This was not about their territorial instincts or jealousy; it was about Georgia’s safety, her peace, and he would consider whatever refuge was offered to make her safe. “I appreciate that,” he said, sincerely. He owed the island and
Chapter 94 - Seashells and Island’s SecretGeorgia took a moment to fix her hair and smoothen her clothes, tugging the fabric back into place as if each motion could erase the intimacy that had passed between them. Her fingers lingered on her collar, her heartbeat finally slowing, her breath no longer a ragged thing in her chest. As she glanced at Maxton, she found him similarly composed, his hands running over his shirt, face now a mask of calm readiness. The silence between them held everything left unsaid, the intense moment that had shared already spoke so much, enough for them to understand each other. She gave one final tug to her skirt and nodded to Maxton as they decided to walk out of the cave as if nothing had happened. His hand rested on her back as together they stepped back toward the beach.Yenari, and everyone else who waited for them turned their eyes on their
Chapter 93 - Bodies IntertwinedGeorgia gasped when she felt his finger go deeper to her entrance, teasing, and testing if she was ready, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her knees wobbled. “Maxton,” she moaned and stared into his eyes, telling him what she wanted, needed.And that was all he needed to know before he slid a finger inside her, then another, and she cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her hips moving against his hand, desperate for more, for him. He moved his other hand to lift her left leg, giving more access for his finger to go deeper into her pussy as he pumped his fingers slowly at first, his thumb brushing over her clit, making her tremble and weak, and her pussy tightening around him. “F*ck,” Maxton muttered under his breath, “you feel so tight, baby.” He moved his fingers faster and harder, stretching her, making sure he was wet and open enough for him when he plunge his cock deep into her. The thought made his cock twitch, throbbing, a pr
Chapter 92 - Desire, Hunger, and NeedGeorgia’s hands moved down his chest, fingers trembling slightly as they slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling the hard, defined muscles beneath. She had seen him before, topless, when she was under the influence of the Soulbane Drug, but she was out of her own mind that time and could not process what he was, however, the memory remained in her head, and she had never had the chance to touch him like this, and she never knew this was intoxicating. Her palms slid up, pushing his shirt higher until he helped her pull it off, tossing it aside without a care. Her breath hitched at the sight of him, his skin glistening in the dim light, every muscle taut, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She swallowed and could not take her eyes off him. Seeing someone naked was not new to her since wolves shifted back to their human forms naked, but for her, Maxton was causing a different sensation in her, it was driving something hot in her system.Maxton
Chapter 91 - A Desire: Mate Bond’s DemandHis lips brushed hers softly at first, a fleeting touch, testing the waters, and she did not flinch. She did not pull back. If anything, she leaned in, just barely, but it was enough. This subtle response from Georgia was a signal for Maxton to proceed. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time more firmly, the kiss deepening as the floodgates they built within themselves, to protect themselves from each other, broke open, pouring out the desire and feelings they held out for too long.The moment Georgia allowed herself to respond, it was as if something inside her shattered. All the conditions she had set for herself, all the restraint she had been holding onto for so long, unraveled in that kiss. She kissed him back, with a hunger she did not know she had been suppressing. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear if she did not hold onto him tight enough. Every part of her body se
Chapter 90 - The Need to Feel HerMaxton’s hand moved to her arm, his fingers brushing her skin gently, and he could feel her shiver at the contact. He stepped even closer as he spoke softly to her, trying to comfort her in a way he could at the moment, to ease the burden she was carrying. He had already suspected before that she chose to disappear in a way that she had wanted to end her life because he had seen that that was the kind of girl she was, who was willing to save everyone by ending her life. He had seen it before when she cut her own arm and let herself bleed out in order to save him from her own hands, and she did it again, drowned herself, not only to escape her sins, but also to spare the Maxton and his region from getting attacked because of her, for as centuries had shown, silver eyed werewolves were and had always been hunted down, and she did not want to put Maxton and his region at risk of those attacks just because of her.“The war is over, Georgia. The region has
Chapter 89 - Take You Back Home“You’re sure about this?” Yenari asked as he watched Georgia stand there, staring out at the beach where Maxton and his men were waiting after she had made the decision to face him, so that she would not have any regrets in the end. The wind played with her hair, but her face was still, yet her eyes were distant and there was a hint of something uncertain in her gaze. Initially, she was sure that she wanted to stay, and remain on the island, but after she had seen Maxton, helpless and longing, it tugged something in her heart, and just his mere presence already made her waver with her initial resolve.Georgia swallowed, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words. “I need to talk to him,” she said, finally. “If I don’t... this won’t end, I could not ever make peace with myself and the one that I left behind,” she added.Yenari hesitated, his jaw clenching. “I won’t let them take you if you don’t want to go,” he said firmly. “Remember that.”She
Chapter 88 - The Arrival"Chief, there's a ship — coming straight for the island."The words, breathless and urgent, snapped Yenari from his thoughts, putting down the falcon seated on his arm. “We are not expecting visitors,” Yenari uttered, his brows creased and his face stern, thinking that these uninvited, foreign guests might be bringing trouble to his island. “We saw the flag of the white ship, it is the Le Roma’s flag. And there is another one beneath it, blue, with a crest we don’t recognize."Yenari's jaw ticked. Le Roma? Here? Without warning? He stepped out of his hut, scanning the distant horizon. Sure enough, a sleek yacht was cutting through the waves, growing larger with each passing second as it got closer to the island. It glided across the water and many of the villagers gathered at the shore out of curiosity, asking themselves who was arriving for they were not informed that there would be incoming visitors of the island."Call the men," Yenari commanded sharply. "E
Chapter 87 - Journey to the IslandOne afternoon, Georgia found herself sitting under the shade of a coconut tree, watching the sun glint off the gentle waves. She was shelling peanuts for a local dish, her hands working mechanically while her mind drifted into the far sea, like a canoe sailing in the middle of the vast blues. It was moments like these when the past crept up on her, unbidden. She could almost see Maxton’s face, the way his eyes would harden whenever he was deep in thought, she had only known him for a brief time, encountered him while she was under Harrion’s control, but those memories she was with him while bound by the dark magic remained.She wondered what he would think if he saw her now, barefoot and sun-kissed, so different from the pale fierce soldier of Harrion that had slaughtered lives. Would he even recognize her? Would he want to? She tried t