Lexi gasped as Paul pressed her back against the wall and her sizzling hot skin made contact with the cold concrete. But she had no time to think, no time to pause before he brought his lips down to her throat. "You complete me… for every scar, you’re mine, Lexie." She shuddered, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into firm muscle. "Paul…" His hands gripped her thighs in answer to her call, her legs were wrapped around his waist as his mouth captured hers and hips pressed forward, and she felt him…hot, hard, and completely hers. * Lexie is an ordinary eighteen-year-old female werewolf, who has spent her life running—from her past, from her scars, from the pack after her mate rejected her. She has grown up with the combination of impulsive and brave characteristics, alongside the spice of kindness and determination in her being. But there is something that made her stand out from every single female in the entire werewolf species of her time- and that is not her beauty, but a Scar!! Paul, the Alpha of Apollo pack has been finding his mate for many years but she never appeared. Unexpectedly, after he lets the rogues join his Pack, he feels his mate around. In order to find her, he throws a party and asks for all the she-wolves to participate in. Will he find her? And most importantly, will he be able to keep her? Because an Alpha never lets go of his mate…
Lihat lebih banyakJonas' POV:Katrine’s chest was heaving, lips parted like she wanted to scream and cry and curse all at once. But the words that finally came out of her mouth shattered me more than any of that.“Just… reject me.” She whispered, voice cracking, “Let me go, Jonas. I don’t believe this, I don’t believe you… I don't believe any of it.”Her eyes were wild with passion, glassy with unshed tears and burning with anger for me. Her gaze bore into mine and she chewed out each word. “You’re not my mate. I won’t accept this… even if the Moon Goddess herself cursed me with you… then reject me.”A beat passed, then two. Her breath caught in her throat again as I thrust forward, hips slamming against her… and even through the layers of clothes between us, I could feel how soaked she was. I paused, letting her feel the hard press of my body right there, where she couldn’t lie.A wicked smile curled at my lips.“You're wet for someone you claim isn’t your mate?” I said low against her neck, my
Jonas' POV:Why did she have to come here?And today, of all days, when my wolf had already been dragging me through hell?I hadn’t eaten in five days. Not because there wasn’t food, but because my wolf refused it. Said I didn’t deserve it. Said if I was serious about proving I regretted what I did to her, then I should suffer too. That I should feel her pain, her thirst, her hunger.And I did.Every second of it.But now, after testing my patience to its breaking point, the damn mutt had the nerve to taunt me—telling me this wasn’t enough. That if I truly meant it, I would’ve claimed her already. That waiting around, watching from the shadows while she suffered, meant nothing.And then she barged in.Of course, she did.Because fate clearly had a sick sense of humor.I stared at her, covered in dust, lips cracked, eyes blazing like she had every right to barge into my cabin at any time. She pushed at my chest, screaming… accusing me of playing games ans what not. But didn’t she know
Katrine's POV:I walked out of the dungeon without looking back.Five days—five long, dry, dark days without food or a single drop of clean water. Just the occasional bucket thrown through the bars to make sure I hadn’t died on their watch. Half the time it hit my face, and if I was lucky, some drops made it past my cracked lips. That was it. That was how they made sure their prisoner was still alive—like tossing water on a caged animal.They came to help me up, two guards who didn’t even look me in the eye. I jerked my arms away from them. If they thought I was going to collapse or beg, they didn’t know me at all.My wolf howled inside me, starved and furious, but I refused to let my knees buckle. I got to my feet myself, even if my thighs shook slightly under the weight of my own body. I took one step. Then another. Then another.I would not break.This was the fifth time. The fifth time I had tried to escape, the fifth time they had caught me and thrown me down here like a stray do
Paul's POV:I stood with my arms folded as they dragged Abby into the room, her feet scraping against the floor, her head hanging like a wilted flower. The guards shackled her to the iron chair in the center of the chamber, her arms tied down, her ankles bound.She was a mess, a complete mess, that I wanted her to be. Blood crusted on her lips, bruises blooming across her cheek, her once-proud posture reduced to this pathetic slump. But I didn’t feel pity. Not anymore. In fact, I wanted more brutal things for her, after what she has done to my Lexie, my unborn child, she didn't even deserve the mercy of being alive, yet I am gracing her this time where she is still breathing.Bitterness crawled inside my mouth, and I leaned in close, just enough for her to feel my breath. “Why did you target Lexie? Are you really this naive to believe that she still has no one on her back to support her?”Her head twitched, but she didn’t lift it. “I didn’t,” she muttered hoarsely.Wrong answer. If
Abby's POV: I woke up to cold water splashing against my face, stinging my cracked lips and soaking through the rags clinging to my skin. My head pounded like a drum, and I was faintly aware that someone was shaking me. “Wake up, or—"A hand raised, ready to strike me and just as suddenly, I discovered my ability to speak again. “I’m awake! I’m awake!” I said quickly, breath hitching in panic. My eyes shot open and the light burned, but I blinked furiously, trying to focus. There was something about the ache in my face that told me this wasn't the first slap. My memory was foggy, but the throb in my bones was too familiar.I cursed him in my heart—coward. Kicking someone already half-dead.But then… something changed.Beyond the bars, I saw a silhouette—tall, broad. His face wasn't covered like the others. The moment my blurry gaze landed on him, my breath caught.I… I knew him.I recognized him.I sat up, or at least tried to. My body trembled from the effort, but I needed to see
Jonas’ POV, 2 weeks ago:It was close to midnight when repeated knocks at my door shattered the silence. I lifted the arm I had draped over my tired eyes.“Come in!”The door opened with a soft creak. A guard stepped in and bowed.“Sorry to disturb your sleep, Chief, but… uh, she tried to run away again.”I sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed, shaking my head. Not that I'd been sleeping anyway. “How far?" “She made it within two hundred metres of the boundary this time, before we caught her on patrol.”I got to my feet and walked towards the window, placing both hands on the wooden sill. The moon hung low in the sky, full and cold and distant, watching everything and saying nothing.I kept my back to him as I asked, “How many men?”There was a pause, as if he didn’t understand the reason behind this question. “Th-three,” he said finally. “She knocked down two, and was trying to strangle the third when we spotted her.”My lips twitched.“Good.”Her stamina was improving. Her
Abby's POV:I didn’t know how many hours had passed… or maybe days?Maybe years. I wouldn't even be sure if I was alive anymore, if not for the pain that kept reminding me. My throat was dry to the point where every single breath felt like I was inhaling fire. My tongue was swollen, sticking to the roof of my mouth, and the skin on my lips had cracked so badly that I tasted blood every time I tried to speak. My stomach had stopped growling two days ago, giving up on the hope that I was ever going to get something to eat. There was just a sharp and hollow ache where my stomach used to be, and the horrible feeling of bile rushing up my throat.I had no food… no water. And absolutely no idea who had taken me, or why.If they had kidnapped me for money, or even if they wanted to keep me as a prisoner… wouldn't it be important to keep me alive first? But these people didn't seem to care about it at all. Since the day they had dumped me inside this stinking dungeon, I had seen my kidna
Abby opened her eyes after closing them to rest for just a few minutes more, only to find her phone screen glowing faintly and displaying the time as 9:00 AM. She sat up with a jerk– she was supposed to be at the bakery an entire half hour ago, reporting for her first day there.This was the job she had managed to bag, after trying hard to convince her mother that it was the perfect way to prove they could stay in this pack that she could help run the household while working part-time. And yet, here she was… with her face covered in cold sweat, shivering under her blanket, still in bed.She didn’t remember the exact details this new dream; only flashes of darkness and something dragging her down. She didn't need to remember anything to know that it was a new nightmare that had woken her up.Her brows pulled together in irritation as she threw the covers off and stood up with a huff, muttering under her breath and stomping towards the bathroom to vent out her anger. “Great! First d
It had been four days since Abby received that strange note.And she had spent four restless nights in this same room, each one worse than the last. Right now, as the clock in her room flashed 4:30 , she had woken herself up with a scream once again. It took Abby a few minutes to understand where she was… her skin was clammy with sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.Her blanket was twisted around her legs, and the image from the nightmare was still fresh in her vision; the murky water under the dense fog, icy cold hands wrapped around her ankle, something inhuman pulling her down into a lake… That monster’s grip had felt too real.The door creaked open suddenly, and her mother appeared, draping a shawl over her shoulders and a mask of concern over her fearful features. “Is everything okay, dear?” She asked gently, stepping into the room with cautious feet.Abby blinked, one thing had suddenly become clear in her mind: she couldn't tell her. She couldn’t tell h
"Hear ye! Hear ye!!" Luke, the twelve year old kid from the neighbourhood screamed dramatically as he came rushing into our house and stopped abruptly when his eyes greeted the sight of dear old me.I had been standing in front of my wardrobe, arranging my clothes when I heard his voice and went out to the hallway, being the only one in the house.I felt the boy's eyes roaming my face before he saw that I was looking at him, and he immediately fixed his eyes on the floor."Is no one else at home- I mean, sister Lexie, where is brother Dylan? Or Katrine?"I smiled at his efforts at covering up his uneasiness and replied, making my voice as soft as possible. "They are not at home right now, but you can tell me. What is it?"Luke seemed to consider this for a moment before he hurriedly blurted out."Alpha- alpha Paul has invited everyone to the party tonight, because he is searching for his mate!"Luke had barely finished his sentence before he dashed off in a hurry, leaving me with his ...
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