[--Kaiser Volkov--]“You know, I chose a bar to make you feel comfortable, right?” Elias’s voice carries over the gentle crash of waves and the chatter of people further down the beach. There about six of them far away from us, which gives us a sort of privacy to talk. He’s close enough now that the words are meant only for me.“I don’t drink that much anymore,” I say, watching the horizon instead of him.Elias scoffs, sharp and disbelieving. “Right. You’re going sober now?”A soft chuckle escapes me as I turn my attention to him. “I didn’t say that. I like drinking—I’m not giving it up. I just don’t drink every single day. I need to be sober for my festival.”That catches his attention. His eyes gleam with curiosity as he tilts his head, a practiced look of interest that makes my stomach tighten. “Right. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”I frown. “You wanted to talk to me about the Blue Moon Festival?”“Yes.” Elias hesitates, his lips pressing together like he
[--Kaiser Volkov--]It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.I woke abruptly, the familiar feeling of unease settling in my chest, the kind that told me something was not right. My arm felt heavy, weighed down by something warm and unfamiliar. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, the irritation set in almost immediately. I wasn’t alone in my bed. That realization hit me like a cold splash of water, and I tensed, instinctively pulling my arm out from under the weight that pinned it down.Sitting up, I scanned the room, my gaze landing on the unmistakable figure of a girl, half-covered in my sheets
[--Esmarie Cruz--]“Barry I’m sorry.”“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry? You think because you’re pregnant I won’t beat some sense into you?” to make his point clear, he swung his hand at me. The force made the backhanded slap feel twice as bad. I clutched my belly as I stumbled to my feet. Barry slammed his foot into my back, and I shouted in pain. His parents watched. Neither of them offered me a hand or a voice. I was carrying his children for goodness' sake.Where is the sympathy? I sobbed, pain coursed through my body. Pain, so much pain.“You better not pull such a stupid move again. Telling me who I can and cannot be with. You better remember that you were abandoned. My brother left you, your father left you and your mother swears your birth was her biggest regret.” he shoved a hand into my scalp and yanked it. Pulling my head back. “Once you have those babies, know that I’m kicking you out and bringing in my woman. I have no use after the children.”I managed to croak out a
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I didn’t waste my time driving to the hospital. I thought I could, but I was too panicked so instead, I tucked my clothes into a bag, shifted, and rushed through the streets as fast as I could. My claws slammed into the ground. I kept my pace, avoiding the busy streets, and attempting to keep the regular patrons safe.The hospital soon came into view, and I quickly found a secluded spot to shift back and put on my clothes. I bolted through the doors, almost scaring the nurse behind the desk at the reception.“Alpha Kai-”“A woman was brought in here, pregnant, hurt....”“Oh yes. She was brought in by...” The nurse glanced left and right then she whispered. “Alpha Elias Domeros. From the Domeros pack.”My spine tingled with disdain. Elias and I have a history. No not romantic, the hatred type of history that does not go away. We’re good people individually. But put us in the same room and the worst comes out of us.“Right. Which room is she in?”“The VIP room 404.”
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I wanted her gone. But three days after her arrival here, I was able to gather my team to ask some questions on what we should do. I told them she got my last name wrong. She was dizzy. They believed it and that was good enough for me.But when it came to the topic of her, they all agreed that she must have been running from an abusive situation, and sending her back would be cruel. I gritted my teeth throughout the entire meeting. The collective conclusion was that we offered her a place to stay until she could make other arrangements.I had no choice but to offer to take her in because with how much anger she aimed my way, I had no doubt she’d expose me and I could lose everything. Every fucking thing I’ve worked for.The group agreed but the only thing left was to talk Esmarie into it. Her twins, by the way, and the most adorable babies I’ve ever seen. I’m not a baby kind of guy. I had to contact a healer because her bruises were so bad she needed a second surge
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I can’t believe I used to be friends with this guy. The nerve he has to... to be such an ass. I paced back and forth. Panic was filling my chest. I don’t know the first thing about taking care of children. My omega instincts are good, but in this world the younglings need the warmth of an alpha for them to really feel well.And I just don’t have that alpha. In fact, I hate alphas officially. Especially ones that disappear for years after a kiss and confession, and have the nerve to not even apologize. I hate the Darkwood. I rubbed the bridge between my nose. I feel so fucking frustrated.Looking at these innocent babies I think I should hand them over to someone who can do a better job. But with how everyone has failed me in my life, I want to do better. I want to bring up two good people in this messed up, fucked up world.I let out an exasperated sigh. Life is such a mess sometimes. There is really no one you can trust but yourself. How could he end up like this?
[--Kaiser Volkov--]During the drive to the supermarket, I was panicked because I had expected her ex to be some bastard and I was right. I just didn’t think it would be the same bastard that ruined my entire life. What did they do? Force her to marry him the second I left. She was too fucking scared to do anything. She had been outside for just a few seconds and god she looked so terrified. This is what my family does to people. They make your life so frightening that you have no choice but to do as they asked. No choice but to give them what they want. I feel so bad for her. She did not deserve that.I should have taken her, or at least sent her off to some place off. But I’m struggling with the idea that my older brother was sleepy with her. From how shaken I don’t think any of it was consensual, and that is just fucked up. I’m upset, but I hope to god they didn’t do to her what they did to me.I need to tread carefully. This is all the more reason why I want her gone. She’s bringi
|--Esmarie Cruz--|I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and immediately sorted out my children. Thankfully, it was all in my head. They were still in place, but I could no longer go back to bed. I got up and left the room. I left the door slightly ajar so I could hear them if anything happened. Sure, I also took the baby monitor with me. I’m freaking out. I know.I’m making this whole thing seem like it’s the end of the world. And it is. But Martha, that sweet old lady helped me so much. How did she ever get involved as a mother figure to that jackass? He thinks he’s tough shit now, carrying around the same attitude his brother had.The difference is if he hits me, I will smack him over the head with my shoe. I checked the hall before I went into the chicken to grab a can of soda. I picked a fruity canned punch instead. My legs were hurting from the angle at which I’d been sleeping.The floor is not comfortable, no matter what carpet is placed over it. I took my place
[--Kaiser Volkov--]“You know, I chose a bar to make you feel comfortable, right?” Elias’s voice carries over the gentle crash of waves and the chatter of people further down the beach. There about six of them far away from us, which gives us a sort of privacy to talk. He’s close enough now that the words are meant only for me.“I don’t drink that much anymore,” I say, watching the horizon instead of him.Elias scoffs, sharp and disbelieving. “Right. You’re going sober now?”A soft chuckle escapes me as I turn my attention to him. “I didn’t say that. I like drinking—I’m not giving it up. I just don’t drink every single day. I need to be sober for my festival.”That catches his attention. His eyes gleam with curiosity as he tilts his head, a practiced look of interest that makes my stomach tighten. “Right. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”I frown. “You wanted to talk to me about the Blue Moon Festival?”“Yes.” Elias hesitates, his lips pressing together like he
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I parked my car in the closest spot I could find, my mind focused on the promise of the beach. After a brief search, I’d located one just thirty minutes away from Mem. Stepping out of the car, I kicked off my shoes and let the soft, warm sand greet my bare feet. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, their rhythmic roar blending with the gentle breeze, creating a calming symphony of nature.I thought about the face of the man I’d seen. Then I blew out a breath, the only thing I had left to tell Valeria is the abuse that happened at home. I think somewhere in my head there’s a quiet voice that reminds me that escaping hadn’t been easy since I was scared. I was trained to kill, trained to use my brain to pick out the best outcome of whatever orders I was given. But mentally I was weakened.Barry is.... a monster. There are criminals, and then there are monsters. My brother is a living example of that. But seeing that face reminds me of the
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I wanted to stop by the festival for something to eat, but after dealing with the corpses and checking on the compound I was building to make some adjustments, I ended up contacting Elias instead. He had asked if we could meet at a bar situated between our packs. It wasn’t close for either of us—our territories are quite far apart—but over the years, we’ve identified a few neutral places to meet when necessary. One of those locations is a small town, though not the same one we’d previously used for drinks. This one was new, unfamiliar.Elias mentioned he’d be coming alone, which struck me as odd. Did he think I’d assume otherwise? Of course, he’d come alone—this wasn’t a summit or a pack meeting. It was just the two of us. He wanted to talk to me, not Scott or Berney, which only deepened my curiosity about the nature of this conversation.On the drive there, my thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected call.“Alpha Kaiser Volkov speaking. State your name and purpo
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I left her at the booth with Martha, as per usual, trusting the familiarity of their arrangement. Esmarie always enjoyed spending time with Martha at the festival, and the kids loved the bright colors and cheerful energy of the place. With the twins settled in and the day off to a smooth start, I excused myself, kissed Esmarie on the cheek- making her face turn red as she hadn’t been expecting me to do that, and made my way to the car. The hum of the festival grew softer as I drove away, heading toward the western gates.The wall came into view before long, towering and formidable against the landscape. Stretching as far as the eye could see, the wall surrounded the entire pack like a protective cocoon, standing as a testament to our resilience and determination to preserve peace. It hadn’t been an easy project. Three years of planning, construction, setbacks, and countless hours of labor had gone into it. But now, looking at its solid structure and the sense of se
[--Kaiser Volkov--]Esmarie woke up a few minutes after I had been silently watching her. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her face. Her eyes fluttered open, their deep hazel hue catching the sunlight in a way that made my breath hitch. I couldn’t help but smile as she stirred, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She noticed me watching and blushed faintly, the kind of blush that warmed her cheeks and made my heart feel light.“Good morning,” I said softly.She returned my smile shyly, brushing strands of hair away from her face. Without a word, she slipped off of me, her movements careful and deliberate as if she didn’t want to disturb the serenity of the morning. Esmarie headed towards the nursery room next to her bedroom to check on her twins, her motherly instinct kicking in before anything else. I lingered for a moment, savoring the tranquility of the moment, then rose to begin my day.One day I would love for her to be sharing my
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I'm not entirely sure when Esmarie and I rounded off our conversation and made our way back into the house, but we did. It felt like one of those surreal moments where the world fades into the background, and for once, everything just clicks. I couldn’t stop replaying her words in my head, letting them wash over me like a balm to wounds I didn’t even realize were still open. The thought of being allowed to have a relationship with her—being given that chance—made something in my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to.It was all part of my grand scheme to seduce her, and it worked out well.Tch. Part of me wanted to punch the air, another part wanted to groan because I could practically hear my wolf laughing at me. There wasn’t some master plan to seduce her. I hadn’t been sitting around with a blueprint labeled Operation Win Esmarie’s Heart—but here I was, somehow making progress despite myself. Despite the universe actively choosing to expose all of my darkest
[--Esmarie Cruz--]After the festivities of the evening, watching the vibrant fireworks and basking under the serene glow of the blue moon, Kaiser drove us back home. The ride was a quiet one, the kind of silence that feels natural after a long and eventful day. I felt a sense of peace, mixed with exhaustion and a tinge of happiness. The twins were snug in their car seats, their soft breaths barely audible but enough to remind me of their comforting presence. Kaiser seemed at ease as he drove, his usual stern features softened by what I could only describe as contentment.There wasn’t much to say between us, and the silence stretched comfortably. I found myself lost in the hum of the car’s engine, my thoughts wandering back to the festival. The glow of the moon, the music, the laughter of the crowd—all of it replayed in my mind like a pleasant daydream. Every now and then, I would glance at Kaiser, trying to decipher his thoughts, but his focus remained on the road, his expression unr
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I sat at Martha's booth, working alongside her and spending the majority of the day helping to feed people. It wasn’t something I had expected to enjoy, but as the hours went by, I found myself actually looking forward to it. The rhythm of chopping, stirring, and serving felt comforting in a way I hadn't anticipated. The people who stopped by were all so kind, and their smiles after tasting the food made it all the more rewarding. Each compliment was like a small victory, and by the time the afternoon began to fade, I was proud of what we had accomplished. The booth was buzzing with energy, the air filled with the mingling scents of freshly cooked dishes. But underneath the pleasant hum of conversation and laughter, there was an underlying current of nervous excitement in me. The twilight ceremony was only a few hours away.I was both nervous and excited. It was my first time experiencing the twilight ceremony. The anticipation, the magic of it all, stirred somethin
[--Esmarie Cruz--]The next morning, I woke up nestled in Kaiser’s arms. The sensation was disorienting—unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. My first instinct was to pull away, but a part of me hesitated, feeling a strange sense of safety I hadn’t expected. The light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in soft hues, and I could feel his slow, steady breathing as he stirred awake beside me. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine briefly before we both groaned in unison. It wasn’t irritation or frustration; it was more of an unspoken agreement to set aside whatever had happened the night before. Without exchanging a single word, we moved apart, a mutual understanding that today would start fresh as if yesterday’s events were a story meant to be rewritten.I slipped out of the blanket- not sure where it came from, the chill of the morning air hitting my skin, and began to stretch the stiffness from my body. Kaiser rolled onto his back, running a hand through his tousled hair, befo