Arielle's POVIt was the first time I had felt his touch in weeks, the first time I was this close to him, the first time his woody cologne filled my nostrilsand I couldn't help it. A shiver rolled down my spine at the contact. He was warm, he was solid, he smelled good and I felt like crying and hugging him at the same time, I don't know why that happened but it didn’t; I just couldn't.So I pulled back quickly, not meeting his gaze or letting him see my reaction.I knew it was better that way. After all, I couldn't bear to look at him in such a state. So I turned around quickly and began to walk away.Please call my name, please say something, please stop me.“Arielle?” he called me.He actually called me, and my heart leaped with happiness, with hope. He did call me, after all this time. He called my name! And it wasn't as if I wouldn't want him to call
Arielle's POVIt felt like I was going to die from the heat I was feeling on the inside, I lost count of the number of times the doctor came to check on me, without Scar. He was always standing outside my room when she was around but never had he crossed my door.It was a full moon, mates would mark each other on nights like this, marks the females would wear boldly like a police badge. It was a special night for werewolves. Sometimes I couldn't help but feel like I didn't belong, all I had were these dumb claws.The cold breeze caressed my cheeks when I went outside in my nightdress and one of Scar's shirts he had forgotten in my room.I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep myself warm. The wind ruffled my hair. The trees surrounding the house casted their shadows on the floor, making it seem like an eerie glow against the ground, making them seem alive. My eyes fell upon the woods
It felt right standing there-us three, yes us three, I was already counting our unborn child. I didn't want anything at that moment, not even sex, I was stuck savouring her presence as much as I possibly could, I was greedy for it like an OliverTwist. Arielle's scent filled my senses, I felt myself becoming addicted to the taste of her sweetness, I loved how natural her smell made me feel. It didn't matter that it sounded crazy to me. I was content in knowing that she was there, beside me, where she belonged. Where she belonged. Those words echoed in my head over and over again. When did I become so sentimental and sentimental? Who did I get this from? Maybe I should stop this line of thinking before I get lost forever in her mesmerising ocean eyes. “Are you alright?” I looked at her, concerned about how pale her skin was turning, her breathing was shallow and uneven. She blinked at me a few times before answering. “Yeah,” she answered in a croaky voice. Her eyes were just blank
Arielle's POV“Swear you'll never push me away” We were close- too close that his breath fanned my face.“Promise me, Arielle. Please promise” His tone sounded like he was pleading, I might have been wrong but he was holding my hand tightly.I didn't answer, I couldn't find any word in my head, did he want this for me? for us? Did he want me?I could tell he was waiting patiently for my answer, but I wasn't able to make a single sound. I wanted to be honest with him, I felt terrible when I saw him so worried and scared, even though there was nothing at all wrong, not a thing.His grip on my hand tightened when he saw me struggling to find the right words to tell him everything.But my selfish self needed to know if he'll ever change his mind and if he'll ever love me enough to want something real if our relationship will always be like this. If we would always be this way.He was still looking at me intensely, he must have seen my struggle as I had no idea how to convey what I wanted
Scar's POVI was trying to reassure her that she was going to be fine. Who the hell was the man in dark gloves and Camille said they'll return but why so soon?Arielle was behaving strangely, her eyes were moving from side to side and not in a pleasant way, they were darting left and right, almost like an animal, searching for danger. She looked like she was in pain, but more than that she looked terrified.“Arielle?” I tapped her gently but it didn't seem like she could hear me.“What is going on?” the fear was there in voice and her eyes were beginning to close.Something was off about it and I couldn't tell what it was, my wolf wasn't having any of it as it kept whimpering and jumping inside of me in distress. Something wasn't right. Something was happening. “Stay with me Arielle, stay with me” but her lashes kept fluttering until they grew still, and her eyes closed.She couldn't sleep, then her body started burning up while she whimpered weakly, mumbling incoherent words. “No,”
Anna's POVI woke up to a throbbing headache . It felt like someone was pounding on my skull with a giant hammer. My eyes were heavy and I could barely focus them. For some reason, I was in my bedroom- still in my bedroom.But I had the most bizarre feeling of déjà vu...“Relax” that musical voice told me. “You are safe now . No one will hurt you.” That voice… that beautiful yet cold voice was familiar to me somewhere...Scar.My eyes that I had closed suddenly snapped open as I looked into his mesmerizing pair of jade eyes , staring back at me, as if he knew what I was going through.“No one is here to hurt you...”He repeated, reassuringly. “Just let yourself sink deep into reality. Let it wash over you. The more you focus on it, the better you feel” He gently caressed my head as he spoke to me soothingly.“Are y
Scar’s POVI lost the number of times I had sent a search team to check every pack for any red-eye lycan or wolf. Every day one of them would return empty-handed. They would always say the same thing: “No one ever has seen them, they have disappeared long ago” The word “disappeared” sounded weird.I looked for books and materials to help us find answers but none of them contained information I could use. They just talk about werewolves but nothing seemed to help me understand or explain anything about a species of red-eyed wolves.We lycans never had such species.I found a book that spoke of the Rhavka wolf pack. It was a pack of wolves that lived near a mountain that was surrounded by woods,away from other packs . They were very elusive creatures, but their power and strength were legendary.The book described the pack well, the description of the members of their pack was ac
Arielle’s POVEvery time I said I didn't care about how Scar felt about me, I lied. Every time I said I had given up, it was a lie. I was always hanging on to that thin thread of hope, the little glimmer of what I thought was love and affection he’d thrown in my face when he held me close but that wasn’t anything more than him just being kind, it was all part of the game and the agreement we made and it was time for me to decide and I had already decided, that I was going to bury all that I felt for him, I had to stick to the agreement and catching feelings wasn't part of it.That was the least of my problems, I checked the library in the house and I couldn't find anything on the Rhavka pack, nothing to show that a pack like that ever existed, and not only did that worry me, it scared me. It was all so new and so out of place, so wrong, that I felt sick at the thought of not being able to find ou
132. As the pack members interacted with her, laughter and shared moments became more frequent. Their affable interactions painted a portrait of unity and harmony, at least on the surface. But I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that something deeper was at play. The easy camaraderie that had developed within days of her arrival raised alarm bells within me, stirring a sense of unease that refused to be ignored. Zoey's comfort within my home only compounded my discomfort. The boundaries between guest and intruder seemed to blur, and I found myself grappling with the strangeness of her being present in the spaces that were once solely mine. Each glance, each shared laugh, each gesture of camaraderie felt like an intrusion into the life I had carefully built for myself. My growing unease was heightened by the subtle, lingering looks she exchanged with Scar. His presence had always been a source of strength and comfort, a connection I held dear. But now, as my sister's gaz
After the twins were born, it felt like my position within the pack had shifted and expanded. The love and support I received from everyone made me realize that I had truly found my family. Those days were a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences, as I embraced my role as a mother and reveled in the newfound connections around me. But amidst the bustling days, there came a moment of serenity. I found myself in a garden near my dwelling, seeking solace and a chance to gather my thoughts. The rustling leaves and the gentle breeze created a comforting atmosphere, allowing me to momentarily escape the demands of pack life. Yet, that tranquility was unexpectedly shattered when a guard approached me with urgency. He explained that a woman had arrived, specifically requesting an audience with me. "I apologize for intruding upon your moment of peace, Arielle," he said, his tone respectful yet concerned. I offered a reassuring smile, understanding the responsibilities that c
Arielle’s POVMy mind was swirling with so many emotions and thoughts that it was difficult to focus on anything. I couldn't believe what just happened. Scar had just gotten tortured, and by these people, for no reason and because of me.Suddenly he began to struggle and fight against his captors, trying to get loose.But there was something going inside of me and I couldn't control it. My claws were beginning to sprout and spread across my knuckles and forearms. I watched with fascination as my nails elongated into sharp little daggers and sharp white tips protruded out. My skin started turning into something I didn't recognize and I felt myself growl, growling angrily and there was a rush of energy- an aggressive rush of energy flowing through me .I felt as if I were ready to burst at any moment. A dark storm cloud was brewing inside of me and it felt completely natural to unleash it now.“ST
Arielle’s POVScar was bleeding, the rope digging into my flesh was also making me bleed and I felt so weak , the blood loss was taking too long but the adrenaline rush was keeping the pain at bay, the fear at bay. When he took his final step towards me, I thought for certain that he was going to kill me right then and there and it would've been okay but not with Scar lying on the ground in the pool of his blood like that.He had put up a good fight but was no match for this man who was a master of sorcery and whose strength and speed were unimaginable.After he was done with Scar, he turned to me.“Now that you know that no one else is coming to your rescue, can we continue from where we stopped?” he had blood all over his face and sick grin he wore made me shiver and the feeling of unease in my stomach didn't disappear. ‘No one else is coming to your rescue...’ My breath caught as he walked towards me again, his gaze never leaving my face which was slowly becoming more drained b
Arielle's POVFenris threw me into the a room that looked like a dungeon and I heard the door slam shut with a bang as the heavy steel bar slammed into place behind my back. I was alone in the darkness for the first time in days. It was an unappealing, dark room that smelled like urine and sweat and fear.Everything was pitch black.“Please let me out of here” I turned immediately banging at the door . The bars were thick metal bolted together, but it was no use - they wouldn’t budge. They couldn’t be more secure anywhere else. “Let me go! Let me go… please!”My voice grew louder and my heart pounded in my chest as I banged frantically against my cage. It echoed around in my head making my headache worse. “Why… why are you doing this to me?” I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. My throat tightened and my breath became shaky. I tried not to cry. But I couldn’t help myself. “Let me out…” I whimpered and sobbed quietly. Nothing, the only thing I got in return was the echo of
Scar’s POV I couldn't stay at the meeting with the constant blaring in my head, my wolf told me there was trouble, a big one, and that it was only natural for me to go check it out. If something was wrong at home, Arielle would have called me right? Someone would have called me yet, my heart didn't stop feeling like I'd been kicked by a mule. Something bad was going down. I couldn't continue with the meeting, so I took my leave. When I got home, everything looked normal on the outside, the guards looked in place and their scent remained strong in the air. I couldn't smell Arielle. I ran inside and still couldn't smell her but as I made my way through the hallway, there was Penelope, she was on the ground and coughing violently , as if someone had choked her or she had just bitten someone's arm off. The other guards tried to get her up, but it was no use. Her eyes rolled back and when her body went limp I ran to her, grabbed her and put her on my lap. She groaned softly and stirr
“I was supposed to be the one chosen to be Alpha! It was supposed to be me but your father snatched that opportunity from me and what else? He made me his assistant to mock me. Do you know what that meant? Do you know how embarrassing it was for me? I was the better fighter, the better everything!” He threw his arms out at the side, gesturing angrily to our surroundings. “Do you understand? No matter what I did, he never respected me! Not once!” He let out a bitter chuckle as if he was reliving a fond memory. Then suddenly his expression changed. His features became twisted with anger. The veins stood out along his neck, like cables connecting his rage to his brain. His face hardened, turning pale and menacing. I saw something dark appear at the edge of my peripheral vision. It started to grow bigger and larger until I couldn’t take my gaze off it. And in that moment it vanished! “Oh, how the people loved him! And your mother? She was supposed to be mine! He stole her from me too
Arielle’s POV The throbbing in my head woke me up, as if someone had slapped me across the face. The lights were so bright that I winced from where I was laying on the ground and tried to raise my hand to shield them. As soon as the light hit my closed eyelids, I knew the headache hadn’t just woken me up. It was starting again already. I tried not to breathe in too deeply or move. In the last few days of my pregnancy I had discovered that moving made me feel more nauseous. That, combined with this migraine made the nausea feel worse than the pain. I kept my eyes firmly closed. After a while, I opened them and tried to adjust them to the unfamiliar environment in front of me. Where was I? Where was Scar? As I tried to move, that sharp pain ran through my head again , forcing me back into a fetal position. This time I stayed still for several minutes, waiting to regain control over my body. When I felt steady enough, I carefully crawled up on my knees and then stood, swaying slight
Scar’s POVThat asshole had laid his fucking hands on my sister, something no one had ever done before and I wanted to hurt him so bad that my wolf growled in agreement and in anticipation of revenge - but not without the usual amount of pain he deserved. My hands connected with his face over and over again until his face was a swollen mass of red skin and he dropped like a rag doll into a pool of dark red blood. His body twitched slightly, but didn't stop moving as it began soaking into the dirt below him. Blood stained my white shirt, and splattered across my cheeks.“That's enough! STOP!” Alfred's loud voice echoed through the garden, he was the only one among the staff who was permitted to call me by my name.I turned to him still panting, but no longer in the mood for more violence. He looked angry, but mostly just scared.“Stay here with him” I ordered before pulling Penelope who was now sobbing hysterically out of the garden enough not to hurt her wrist.“Can you quit sobbing?