Anastasia “Frederick Henson? Like Hugo’s beta?” The question came out with a hint of surprise. People’s initial responses were always so predictable. It seemed there was a deeper connection between Frederick and my family that I wasn’t fully aware of.“Yes,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. It felt as if I had just shared a forbidden secret, bracing for the fallout.“Oh no, how did Dad react to that?” Jamie’s curiosity was clear. He was well-acquainted with Dad’s nature—every action had a consequence, and Dad was quick to respond. “Frederick Henson is an incredibly tough individual.”“I can assure you, it’s not going well,” I said, my tone reflecting the gravity of the situation. Darius shifted on the cot beside me, his eyes meeting mine with a knowing look. “I suppose you’re familiar with him?”“Yes, and despite his intense demeanor in combat, you’re in good hands with him. No one will harm you as long as he’s around to protect you,” Jamie replied, his voice s
Anastasia “I can definitely feel the cold,” I remarked, the icy sensation numbing the pain of my hidden wounds across my belly. “It’s nothing that wasn’t causing me pain before.”“What did you do to end up at the Winona estate?” Darius’s curiosity was palpable. The events had unfolded so quickly, leaving me powerless over what happened. Gray had proven to be a formidable adversary, establishing a covert presence within my father's pack. It became clear that he had no reason to be cautious around me anymore.“Gray is trying to strip away my autonomy,” I explained, letting out a deep sigh. I absentmindedly twirled the strings of Darius’s hoodie around my finger, attempting to regain some dexterity. “I had to return to him to retrieve something essential, but I decided to go with Frederick instead. If it weren’t for the unexpected encounter with Jamie here, my fate would have been drastically different. I would have either met my demise or ended up far from the Winona family.”“Give me
Anastasia “Can you please listen and stop with the physical aggression?” I screamed, my voice piercing the tense silence. The sudden hush that followed was almost deafening. I’d never challenge Gray in this way—I had complete faith that Frederick would never hurt me. “I needed their warmth!” I explained, trying to make them understand. Jamie and Darius had offered their clothes to help me stay warm while we dealt with our tasks. Without their help, I would have been at risk of frostbite or worse. It was a practical solution that Frederick, of all people, should have understood.“Why are you wearing his clothes?” Frederick’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes boring into me with intensity. The boys fell quiet, the tension thick in the air. He was fixated on the fact that I was wearing Darius’s hoodie, and it seemed to be eating away at him. “Darius’s scent is all over you. I hate it.” His voice took on a dangerous edge, like a low growl, and he gripped the neck of the hoodie as i
Anastasia “Anastasia?” Frederick’s voice sounded distant, almost as if echoing from a faraway place. When he pulled back to look at me, he seemed to blur, and I saw two of him. His hands shook my head gently, but it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. “Anastasia!” I felt my back hit the dirt floor, and I blinked, disoriented. Suddenly, I was staring up at the lanterns hanging from the center of the tent. Frederick knelt beside me, his face hovering close as he held my face, trying to get my attention. His mouth was moving, but his words were lost in the cavernous echo around me. “Jordan!”“I’m here!” Jordan’s voice cut through the haze, joining the distant noise. Frederick’s grip on my hand was unyielding, like iron. I groaned as I felt the sweatshirt being torn off me, followed by the t-shirt. I reached down to where the burning pain was, but Frederick quickly pulled my hand away. I fought to stay conscious, blinking with all my remaining strength. I looked at my hand,
Hugo“As soon as Frederick arrived, it only took a few minutes,” Jordan continued. I knew his diagnosis was accurate; she had trusted him completely, and that trust was evident now.“It’s always my responsibility,” Frederick muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. “I don’t think I’m capable of taking care of anyone. All I seem to do is cause her pain.” His anger was palpable as he violently broke the arm off a chair, smashing it into pieces. “Oh no!”“Gray is her mate. How could he have done this?” I said, trying to stay calm despite his outburst. Discussing Anastasia with Frederick was always challenging. “There’s no way he could have taken her life.”“Could it have been someone else?” Jordan asked, just as Diego entered the room, placing his belongings on the counter. Though they rarely worked together, Jordan was Anastasia’s doctor while Diego attended to me. I hoped their combined expertise might improve the situation.“She can’t remember what happened during that time,” I not
Anastasia I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, half-expecting to feel pain, but to my surprise, there was none. I glanced down at my hands, letting my gaze wander up and down my arms. There were no signs of any cuts or bruises. The restraints that Gray had placed on my wrists had vanished. I didn't experience any discomfort."Hey, Anastasia?" I glanced upwards. It was just Frederick and me in the room, and the constant beeping of the machines kept interrupting the quiet. I took out the oxygen tube from my nose. "I apologize sincerely." I felt a dull ache in my neck, causing discomfort in my fingers. I could feel small indents of teeth arranged in an oval shape. "Come on, Anastasia. I apologize, but please understand that I am sorry." His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, as if he was holding back his emotions. I had never seen him cry."I'm a bit confused," I said, wiping the dried blood off my fingertips. "Hey, is this yours?" He got up from the chair and knelt besid
Anastasia We split up at the doorway, with Frederick heading towards my room while I took off in the opposite direction towards his. My heart was doing a little dance between excitement and nerves. I’d never seen his room before, even though we’d spent so much time together. The pack house was waking up slowly, and a peaceful vibe hung in the air as the morning did its magic.Back at my parents' place, the silence was always a bit creepy, like it was put on just for show. My parents liked their space but always seemed to be at each other’s throats over his way of handling things. Managing him was like trying to tame a wild beast.As I reached the third floor, my nerves kicked into overdrive. Being in a boy’s room usually meant something was up, and it always made me uneasy, whether I realized it or not. The door would click shut behind me, locking me in, and the lights would stay off. I’d hear the faint jingle of a belt—never alone, always accompanied by something more physical.I fe
Anastasia “I’m sorry, but I think you’ll find something better. I feel like I don’t deserve to be happy. If we had met before this…” He hesitated, his gaze dropping. “You mean so much to me; you’re my everything.”“Please refrain from using that kind of language,” I implored, my voice barely above a whisper. He gazed at me with a somber expression, his eyes locked onto mine, as if the world around us had vanished. A sigh escaped him, and he let out a soft laugh, lost in his own thoughts as he gently ran his fingers through my hair.“Let’s meet up for breakfast after you finish in the bath,” Frederick suggested, leaning in to kiss me. I felt the warmth of his lips, savoring the moment before he gently released me with a soft parting. I watched him cautiously glance behind him before disappearing through the door.The breakfast table was unusually quiet that morning. The atmosphere felt heavy, and I sensed an underlying sadness that I couldn’t quite place.Absentmindedly, I played with
As Frederick closed in on Zion, his eyes burned with a fierce desire for revenge. The effects of the sickness still lingered, fueling his rage. “I’ll get you, you traitor!” Frederick roared, his voice echoing with anger.Zion, though fully aware of the gravity of the situation, fought not just for his own survival but for the peace they all desperately sought. “Anastasia only needs you, Frederick!” he pleaded. “Don’t let your anger destroy everything we’ve worked for!”Just as Frederick was about to strike, a voice cut through the chaos. “Hey, hold up!”Anastasia stepped between them, her eyes a mixture of sadness and resolve. “Frederick, come on!” she called out, her voice trembling with a blend of fear and determination. “We need to find another way.”But Frederick, driven by rage, didn’t even glance her way. His focus remained fixed on Zion, and he ignored her plea.Desperate to reach Frederick, Anastasia called out again. “Frederick, it’s me! It’s Anastasia!” Her voice was laced w
“She’s with Zion,” I said casually, watching his face change as fear and anger flashed across his features.“Who is Zion?” His confusion was clear, and I could see that talking about my sister was only making things worse. My hesitation to be completely honest had led us here, but I had to face the consequences.“Xandriel’s kid,” I explained. The fear in Frederick’s eyes was unmistakable. The gravity of the situation was sinking in.Frederick’s frustration flared again. “Are you serious?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Where are they?”“Hey, Frederick, let’s just hang tight,” I said, trying to calm him. “We’ve got a plan, and I’m confident it’s going to work. You’ve got to trust me on this one.” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I believed myself, but Victor was our last hope. If this plan failed, it would be the end of the line.“I’m here to lend a hand and sort this out,” Frederick pleaded as I removed the final sensors from him, triggering the beeping monitors once more. Despite his
“You’re not feeling well,” I said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at him. It was like fate had led us to this moment. It was wild to think we’d end up here, but it felt like it was meant to be.Frederick let out an exasperated sigh, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ve never been sick,” he said, sounding both frustrated and bewildered. The bed creaked as he shifted, and the sheets rustled around him.“Hey, there’s a first time for everything. Just chill,” I advised, watching as he struggled to sit up. To my surprise, he actually listened, though it was clear the pain was taking its toll. “You’re not the strongest, but that’s totally fine.”“I can’t be weak,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he noticed the IV tubes snaking into his arms. The sight of him, once a formidable Warrior, now so vulnerable, was unsettling.I was still angry as he said, “You would either be this way or dead.” The room fell into a heavy silence as he stared at me, his expression one of confusi
When Darius mentioned dinner plans, Zion grabbed my arm and pulled me away, his urgency almost making me forget we were pretending. As we walked down the hallway, Darius called out, “This party is going to be one for the books!” I clung to Zion, gripping his wrists for support. My mind raced, trying to take in my surroundings in case things went wrong. Zion guided me into a bedroom and closed the door behind us, marking the end of what felt like an interminable journey.“Hugo,” I breathed, my anxiety spiking as I turned to face Zion. Hugo seemed like a real threat to our plans. “Nah, Zion, I just can’t—I really can’t.”Darius’s voice was reassuring as he said, “I won’t let him lay a finger on you, Anastasia. You just have to trust me.” He mentioned a dinner with friends to celebrate Victor, just as Zion had said. “Just gotta get through dinner, and our armies will be here.”I shook my head slightly, grabbing Zion by the shirt. “Can’t stop him. He’s a force to be reckoned with.” Hugo
“Oh, it’s for Frederick,” I said casually. His name stumbled awkwardly off my tongue. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wished we could just be together as we should be—he was the only one I truly loved. We started this journey together. When Frederick wakes up, I’ll be gone, and I have no clue how he’ll handle that.Zion’s curiosity piqued, “How do you do this? Despite everything that’s happened, you still think it’ll get better?” He seemed to have his own scars, a hint of betrayal in his voice.“One day, there’s gotta be a light in the dark,” I replied, trying to stay hopeful. “I didn’t come all this way just to stop now.”Zion placed his hand over mine on the middle console, a casual gesture but one that held a lot of weight. “You good to go? Can you trust me?”“Yeah, I don’t,” I admitted. Looking back, trusting him seemed like my only option. Tomorrow could be a game-changer for Frederick. It’s funny—never thought I’d be the one to take down Winona. Many had tried before me an
“I’ve got a couple of things to mention,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “My aunt Margo gets away with it. Frederick keeps his distance. I don’t want him anywhere near them.” I gave a nod to indicate that was settled.“Yeah, I agree,” Zion said, casually crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “He won’t be waking up for a few days. Diego has enough power to keep him out for a while. Can we wrap this up?” His casual demeanor masked the gravity of the situation as I paced back and forth in front of Nereus, discussing our sneaky plan.“I can work as quickly as you need me to, sweetheart,” Zion assured, though the term of endearment stung. I felt a pang of guilt for going behind Frederick’s back while he lay unconscious, the weight of my actions heavy on my conscience. “This is our only chance. If we mess this up, we’re all going to end up six feet under on that Winona farm. This is our one shot, so we’d better not blow it.”“So, what’s the game plan?” I asked, trying to f
Curiosity nudged me as I trailed behind Diego and the others. “Do you think he’ll remember anything he did while the wolf was in control?” I asked casually, my voice barely above a whisper.“No way,” Jamie replied. That was the answer I’d hoped for. The thought that he wouldn’t remember my lies or the sting of the needle brought a small, bitter relief. Still, the guilt gnawed at me for causing him pain. Cassius stayed close, a quiet presence as we watched Frederick being carried down the hallway.“You did the right thing,” Cassius said softly, as if sensing my turmoil. But something felt off. The pain of betrayal cut deep, a raw ache I had never experienced before. The treachery felt like a knife twisting inside me.“I wish it didn’t hurt so much,” I whispered, trying to shove the painful memory aside. Suddenly, Nereus burst back up the stairs, blocking our path.“Hey, Anastasia, you might want to come downstairs,” Nereus said, his voice tinged with unease. I shot a look at Cassius, w
Eventually, footsteps roused me from my restless sleep, guiding me to the other side of the bedroom door. When Frederick walked in, I let out a sigh of relief. The deep concern I felt for him was overwhelming, and I could barely stand it."I swung by Diego's office first, but you weren’t there," Frederick said casually, loosening his tie. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the nagging thought of that ring sitting untouched in the desk drawer."I'm feeling much better," I said, forcing a smile. If he’d been paying attention, he’d have seen through the lie."I noticed that," he remarked, unbuttoning his shirt with a relaxed air. I shifted restlessly on the bed, trying to play it cool and hoping he wouldn’t catch on."Where have you been?" Frederick chuckled as if it was the most ridiculous question. "I got a bit concerned when you weren’t around when I woke up.""I left Rollo to take care of you," I said, watching as he turned away. He placed his rings on the desk and reached for two ne
I tread carefully, trying to avoid rushing and risk encountering more trouble at the cellar stairs. The silence around me was eerie, and I kept my eyes sharp, scanning for any sign of danger. My mind flitted to the idea of calling my dad, but I hesitated. I didn’t want him dragged into this mess, fearing he might try to drag me back home. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was the fear of his interference.Then there was Estelle. I thought about her growing up, reaching her prime, and hoped she’d never have to rely on her body like I had. It was comforting, though, to see her following in her father’s footsteps in her own way, even if it wasn’t ideal."Anastasia?" I heard Nereus’s faint voice. I picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound. As I rounded the corner, I saw the boys restrained in separate corners, but Nereus was the only one awake."Nereus?" I knelt beside him and quickly worked on untying the ropes burning his wrists. They smelled strongly of wolfsbane. "What did those pe