To let Alpha Duncan's first love become the mother of our son, my husband didn’t hesitate to commit perjury in court and personally send me, his wife, to prison. Four years later, after I was released, just as I was starting to regain hope for life, dozens of luxury cars showed up at the prison gate, with two people stepping out. “How could you?! How could you do something so evil?! You should never have been my mom. I wish Auntie Ashley has always been my mother!” My heart broke. Seeing my husband and son again, I felt like they were real demons, turning me away so easily. Just then, the little boy beside me stepped forward. “Don’t bully Mommy!” Hearing this, my biological son angrily asked, “Who are you calling ‘mommy’?! I’m her only son!” I didn’t want to deal with them or explain anything. I just wanted to live a good life with my Justin. I crouched down, hugged him, comforted him in saying, “Justin, there’s nothing to say to these people... We’re overstaying our welcome. Come on.” “Halt right there!”
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I huddled in the corner of the cell, knees pulled to my chest, trying to make myself invisible. The sound of heavy boots echoed through the cold concrete, and I tensed. Maria, the prison bully, stopped in front of me.
"Hey," she sneered, grabbing my tray out of my hands before I could react. "I think you've been keeping my lunch."
I tried to hold on to it, but she yanked it away roughly, sending the food spilling to the floor.
"Please, I’m hungry..." My voice was barely a whisper.
Maria slapped me hard across the face, making my cheek sting. "Shut up," she growled. "You're lucky I'm just taking your food." Then, she picked up a handful of rocks from the floor and tossed them at my head.
Just then, a little boy rushed up and stood in front of me. "Don't bully my mom!" he shouted.
I hugged him tightly, feeling a rush of emotion. "Thank you, Justin." Justin was the child of my only friend in prison. She died when giving birth to Justin so I'd stuck with her son together for four years.
Maria was about to strike Justin, but just then, a guard's voice cut through the tension.
"Susan, Justin, step forward," a guard called, unlocking the cage door.
"Stay out of my way next time," Maria spat at me, then turned and walked away.
The day had finally come. I clenched my fists in excitement.
I walked down the dark, cold corridor, following the guard in front of me, as I ignored the many calls around me. Shouts from the inmates watching me from within their cells.
I didn't care about what they think or say, though. Four years living under the same roof as these disgusting people, who think me worse than them. Not even the guards did I care about. Not when they view me as the same exact lowlife as the rest of these criminals. Even though I was different.
"Here's the exit," the guard said, opening the door in front of us. He turned back to me, and undid the cuffs on my wrists. "Better not see you come back here. I'll have you know, we don't do well with repeated criminals."
"Whatever you say," I only scoffed, having little to no energy to bother with him.
The guard narrowed his eyes in a glare before stepping out of my path, allowing me to leave this prison at last. As I walked past him, though, he placed a hand on my shoulder and stopped me. "Keep in mind. No one gets second chances so easily. Use it well," he advised.
I gave him no response, as he removed his hand from me, once again letting me go.
I winced as I stepped into the outside world, the sunlight shining down on me, causing me to raise an arm up to block the sudden brightness. Being stuck in that prison for the past four years, the only source of light we’ve had was the dim lighting of the lamps there. Once my eyes have adjusted to the brightness, I lowered my arm, and welcomed the brighter scenery of the outside world, compared to the dark prison life I was forced to subjugate to.
“Whoa…” I heard, though not from my mouth, as I looked down at the small figure standing beside me. He who had been the sole reason why I was able to withstand the four torturous years here.
“What do you think of the outside, Justin?” I asked the child.
“It’s bright,” Justin answered, still in awe. He saw something from the corner of his eyes and, releasing his hand from mine, walked over to it- to the small patch of grass with a few dandelions growing out of it. “Are these the flowers you told me about?”
A small smile formed on my face at the question, as I joined him in flower watching. “Yes. These are a special kind of flowers called ‘dandelions’,” I explained. “Unlike most flowers, this one blooms in two stages. Right now, we’re looking at the first stage of blooming.”
Justin’s eyes widened at my explanation, his awe growing more. “Wow… Will I be able to see its next blooming stage?”
“Yes, of course.”
Justin looked back up at me and asked, “Where do we go from here?”
My heart hurt a bit when he asked that. It wasn’t as though I could tell him we would be going ‘home’. Not when I no longer have a home. Not with ‘them’.
I could still remember it like it was yesterday. How my supposed ‘lovely marriage’ changed drastically in the two years prior to my imprisonment. Particularly, the day I was arrested.
I was the wife of our pack’s Alpha- Alpha Duncan- and yet I was anything but loved by my husband. Not only did he never look at me as his wife, but ever since his childhood friend- Ashley- returned to Bluemoon Pack several months prior to my arrest, he had been treating her like she was his wife. Not just him, Dylan- our son- looked at Ashley like she was his mother. Me? All I ever get from the two who were supposed to be my family were nothing but disdain. It did not help that in the short time she had returned to the pack, Ashley had constantly accused me of things I did not do. Did Duncan listen to me? Sadly… he never did. Especially not after that one incident that led to my arrest.
It all happened so fast. What was supposed to be a peaceful birthday celebration turned into a chaotic one, when Ashley got poisoned. All blame went straight to me and, without question, Duncan ordered for me to be arrested. Worse, he ordered for me to be beaten and broken. I remembered crying, screaming that I was innocent, and had nothing to do with her being poisoned. Yet, neither my own husband nor son believed me. Why, the words Dylan said that day still rang strong and painful in my ears and heart.
“How could you?! How could you do something so evil?! You should never have been my mom. I wish Auntie Ashley has always been my mother!”
Even now, remembering that day, those words hurt.
As if that wasn’t enough, once I was sent to prison, not only did the inmates beat and mocked me, the guards also treated me as a being lower than them all. Tormenting me physically, mentally, emotionally.
The only person who believed and helped me was a fellow inmate named Julie. She who was convicted of murdering her abusive husband in self-defense. However, because of the reputation he held in the pack, no one believed her when she tried to reveal his true colors. Once he was found dead by her, no further investigation was needed, and she was arrested on the spot for murder. And like me, no one bothered to listen to what she had to say. Perhaps it was because of how similar our situations were that she was the light of my dark tragedy.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay as my light for long, for she had been heavily pregnant with a child at the time of. I didn’t know if it was because of the abuse she was forced to endure from her late husband, or the stress of living in this prison life, but she died giving birth. To make matters worse, no guard even offered to help with the process; I was the only one who tried to help her get through with it, only for it to be for naught.
Before she passed, Julie asked me to take care of her baby. A responsibility that I tearfully accepted. Promising to raise him with much love and care.
“Mommy. Are you okay?” Justin asked, brushing a hand across my face.
It did not take me long to realize the tears that came out of my eyes, reminiscing all the pain that happened that year. “I-I’m fine,” I assured, wiping the tears away. “As for what to do-”
Before I could answer his previous question, I saw several cars pull over to the sidewalk and looked at it. My eyes widened and my face paled when the passenger seats opened, and a pair of werewolves exited out of it. Rather, a pair of ‘familiar demons’.
To say I was surprised with what the verdict came down to be would be an understatement. ‘Put the pack down’? What did he mean by that?“What do you mean ‘put this pack down’?” I asked.“Exactly as I say it,” Pularis answered. “Of course, we will still leave some people alive. People who truly had nothing to do with every wrong the Alpha and his followers committed, and were just as much of victims as you were under his control. Or lack thereof.”I was reminded of the changes and losses Pularis once mentioned before, back when he saved me from Duncan. ‘So those really were true?’ I wondered.“Adding those losses to having an affiliation to rogues? Werewolves made into outcasts after they made a crime too heinous to be redeemed, and are to be put down if seen committing a crime to another werewolf? What other fate is there for mutts who side with rogues in their crimes? A werewolf who helps rogues in their crimes may as well be a rogue himself. As such, deserves to be put down.”I was
Susan's POVI came to from the sharp smell of medicine. My mind stirred as I tried to open my eyes. Pain registered in my mind, as I felt sheer soreness all over my body. Well… ‘soreness’ was putting it lightly; a light twitch of my hand felt like a needle poked through it. And don’t get me started when I became conscious of my breathing; it hurts as soon as I regained consciousness. I could even feel like something was poked into me, to put it lightly.‘What… happened?’ I wondered, trying to remember what happened as I willed my eyes to open.Soon enough, I finally regained enough strength to open my eye lids. My vision blurred as it got exposed to bright light, and slowly adjusted to the brightness. Once my vision has cleared up, I found myself in a familiar room, with a familiar young face sleeping by my bedside."Justin...?" I weakly called.He stirred from my voice and slowly woke. Once he laid his opened eyes at me, a smile broke out on his face. "Mommy!" he cried out, lunging a
I don’t know what to think when Spencer hit me with all of these… These… I wasn’t sure what to think, actually. ‘Facts’? Thy couldn’t be ‘facts’. Susan committed the crime of attempted murder; that one maid saw her poison that tea pot! And that mutt that attacked me and Spencer? Scarred Dylan and his childhood?! There is no way that dog is a true councilman!‘Spencer… I am giving you this one chance to tell me you are joking. I will forgive you if you tell me that now,’ I told him.‘How about you not run form reality?’ he instead retorted. ‘If it turns out there are consequences to be paid, I refuse to take the fall for every wrong you have committed. Especially against the councilman himself! I already went through hell with that guy the last time we met; I am NOT getting into round two with him because you took my assumption seriously!’Him saying such made me panic a little more, as I tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. If not for me, then at least for Ashley and
I widened my eyes when Spencer gave me that news. What did he say about Susan? Who had done what?‘I’m sorry, Spencer. Would you mind repeating that? I could’ve sworn I heard you say something like ‘she’s gone’,’ I told him.‘That is exactly what I said, Alpha! Susan is gone!’ my Beta said again.I gestured to Ashley to give me a moment, as I reluctantly parted from her and responded back to Spencer. ‘You better pick your next set of words carefully now. There is no way that slut could actually be-’‘If you don’t believe in what I say, how about you get your ass over here?!’To say I was taken aback by the shout would be an understatement. ‘I heard plenty from the Hunters, you know. And I heard you didn’t even hear them out when they told you they were hesitant about attacking those werewolves,’ he continued. ‘Alpha, I am going to ask this once. Are you certain those dogs were really just some criminals of our pack? Because when I went up against that guy, his strength did not feel l
Duncan's POV“What do you mean you mutts don’t have that brat yet?!” I demanded my Hunters, right in the very lobby of my home. “They are nothing but criminal lowlifes! Just barge into their little hideout and snatch the boy!”Truly, how could these dogs not at least have that brat yet?! It was already made clear that the father was nothing more than a fellow criminal of Susan’s. There was no way a criminal of any sort would have any of power against their Alpha or his men. So what could possibly have stopped them from doing this one simple job?“Even if you say that, sir, those wolves are not any ordinary werewolves,” a young Hunter answered, angering me greatly with that ridiculous response. “They-““I am aware they are no ordinary werewolves,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear another lame excuse from his mouth. “I don’t know what sort of crime they committed, and I don’t care. You dogs are ‘Hunters’. You are supposed to be superior to the average dogs in this pack. Criminals, esp
Pularis's POVSusan passed out in my arms under the effects of the drug I had her smell. Her clothes were practically in taters on her body, and blood dripped out of her injuries and mouth. With her out, at least she won’t be feeling any more pain from the illness she was clearly suffering. At the same time, however, with her slow healing, she may not make it regardless.“You there! Take her to my mansion and get her patched up, at once!” I ordered one of my swiftest hunters.“Yes, Alpha!” he nodded, taking Susan away.I turned my attention over to the many rogues the rest of my hunters have apprehended. Some tried to escape, others tried to fight. Regardless of the resistance, it was all futile for them, for my people are much stronger than they. “You… Who the hell are you?!” the bulkiest of the rogues- who I assume was the leader, whom I have bound in silver shackles- demanded.“I see no point in giving away my identity to mere rogues like you lot,” I answered. “I must say, it was
I didn’t know how long I had been fighting. Not just against the leading rogue, but his whole pack as well. Some in their wolf form. Others in their human form. Surprisingly enough, I was still more durable than I assumed myself to be. Then again, it could just be the adrenaline pushing me to fight, for as the time passed and the scuffle continued, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and not in a good way. Despite that, I bit back the pain I was experiencing and continued to fight against these mutts. ‘Gosh, am I grateful for the self-defense lessons I was given,’ I thought, avoiding a rogue’s bite in their wolf form before slamming both my fists down on him. I sensed another rogue coming from behind me and turned fast enough to block an attack from the leader, my hands clasped in his.“This is not what we were told when we were asked to do this job,” he muttered, piquing my interest.“‘Told’? Told by who?” I demanded, standing my ground.“No one who concerns you. We may be r
I could not believe how terrible my luck was. Bad enough I lived with an arrogant Alpha, who thinks everything revolves around the one wolf he loves, while believing my very existence is a curse that can only be quelled by constant torture, now I find myself surrounded by rogues.‘Just my luck…’ I thought, dismayed by how horrible my misfortune was, as the rogues before me all chuckled at me.“Ah, the poor, poor wolfie,” one sarcastically spoke. He who was bigger and bulkier than the rest of the rogues. “For her to be brought here by her pack’s Alpha? Tied to a grave? If that isn’t a sign of something, I don’t know what is in this pack.”How I paled when those words left that wolf’s mouth. What did he mean by that? And how did he know Duncan left me here? It wasn’t as though news were made to inform anyone of it, whether it was in or out of the pack. In fact, the only ones who know about the arrangement were those in Duncan’s house.How my eyes widened when the realization came to me.
With his threat made, Duncan left me at the cemetery and drove off. In the time since he left, I tried to free myself from the binds, biting down on the rope, and either chewing or pulling on it to loosen the knot, only to fail and give myself a toothache instead. A toothache I struggled to endure, as I continued to gnaw on the bind.'I have to get out of here... Before that bastard gets his hand on Justin!' I thought, still biting down on the rope.I knew next to nothing about Justin since I last saw him, much less how he was doing under Pularis's care. And that was if one could say Pularis had been taking care of him. Pularis... Speaking of, this whole thing was his idea, wasn't it? Staying in that mansion, obeying every word and whim of that idiotic Alpha wolf? While those were what I had already been doing, for it to be a part of whatever plan he had? Assuming if there was one to start with, of course, considering how he didn't give me any detail about what said 'plan' was. Back
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