Harden Loves Me.In a while, Arthur arrived at the station. He was wearing a casual outfit, Black sweatpants, and a grey cardigan. A tired look on his face and his golden hair looked like he'd run his hands over it a few times. His eyes scrutinized Elara from head to toe the moment he set his eyes on her, not saying a word before shifting his gaze to Caitlin who rushed to his side. She ignored Elara's presence, talking to Arthur directly."It's great you're here, brother. The officer wouldn't listen to me," Caitlin said. "He insists that Harden instigated trouble himself. Come with me," she continued, leading Arthur to meet the chief officer. His arrival at the police station sent whispers rippling among the officers. Many of them knew him and the position he held. He was one of the most famous lawyers in the city an Alpha of the biggest pack in the South.Caitlin felt proud to have her brother here, and her chin tightened. Moments ago, she was trying to tell them who her older brothe
Consider me as your PartnerElara's POV:After the whole issue was resolved and the bail was settled, I offered to accompany attorney Tony to the hospital; after all, it was because of me he got hurt. He didn't reject it. Due to the deep wound on his shoulder, the ride to the hospital was rather slow as he drove carefully, not wanting to cause further damage to it.At the hospital, I sat in the waiting area, tension coiling in my gut, as Tony disappeared into the treatment room with the nurse who disinfected and began stitching the deep wound on his shoulder. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, amplifying my guilt for the injury he sustained because of me.Harden had purposely used his claws on Tony, perhaps wanting to send a warning.Usually, as a werewolf, his wounds were supposed to heal quickly, but since he got the injury from Alpha blood, it would take quite some time for the wound to heal.I watched from afar as he remained calm while the nurse finished the stitch and
StrugglesElara's POV:After I left the hospital, I wasn't done digesting Harden's recent threat when the news of father's health hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering the fragile facade of hope I'd clung to all this while for his sake. I received a call from Jason who said that father's condition deteriorated in prison.Desperation swirled within me as I racked my brain, thinking of every possible option to save him. If he continued to stay in prison, I doubted he'd be able to survive it, yet there was nothing I could do. Jason had earlier said that he knew someone, and they could arrange for father to get proper treatment, but it would cost a lot of money—about $10,000. I'd never thought of so much money in my entire life and had nowhere to get it. Still, I needed to save my father. After a long while, I made the gut-wrenching decision to sell our house, hoping to save him.Before my father was demoted from Beta, we had a house where we lived. After his sickness worsened, we moved
I am your DoomArthur's POV:I was driving past the city when something caught my eye. I saw Elara Williams, or someone with the same figure as her, in the bakery across the road. At first, I didn't believe it, but my wolf was more adamant than I was, so I had to confirm. On reaching the shop, I guessed right; it was Elara. The first thing I asked myself was what she was doing here.Dressed in a messy uniform and flour-filled apron, she stood with some guy who looked pretty old. I was going to ignore it at first, but then I heard something; they seemed to be having a small argument.Still not able to digest the fact that she's probably working here, I found him raising his hand on her, threatening to hit her while she recoiled. My hands shook in spasms, and I immediately became infuriated. He had the audacity to raise his hand on her. My wolf was agitated, pushing me to step in and break his fingers—those ones he lifted to threaten her. The only thing I wanted to do was put him in his
I'll Find Another OneElara's POV:The drive to my house was filled with lively conversation, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie. After helping me again, I realized it would be rude of me not to do something to thank Arthur for his constant kindness."Thank you for constantly running to me in my time of trouble; you've helped me so much that I can't count. I'd like to invite you to dinner," I said, biting my lower lip as I anticipated his response, which never came. I took the courage to speak further, "Anytime you're free would be fine.""Tomorrow night...?" Arthur suggested, more like a question. A wide grin adorned my face as I echoed, "Tomorrow night.""I'll come then," Arthur said. He got out of the car and came to my side, opening it like a proper gentleman."Elara, if you ever need my help, don't hesitate to call me. Tomorrow, Elias will get you a better job. How much are you looking to earn? $5000? Or-"I quickly interrupted him. "Don't worry, I'll find another one soon. Ev
AbductionElara's POV:I opened my eyes, feeling a sharp pain at the side of my head while trying to take in my environment. I attempted to recall the last thing that happened before I blacked out but was interrupted when I heard a familiar voice – Caitlin's. She screamed so loud that it alerted a group of men who came rushing into the room.My eyes scanned the small, dark cubic space with an impeller on one end providing the only space for sunlight. It seemed to be a storeroom, filled with sacks and a very dusty environment.To my surprise, I realized I wasn't taken alone. The last thing I remembered was being forced into a car with a cloth over my face until I lost consciousness. We were surrounded by scarred-faced men with matching tattoos and piercings – some sort of gang with a dreadful appearance."What the hell am I doing here?!" She yelled, drawing attention. I wished she would quiet down so I could gather my thoughts, but she continued to blabber."I demand to be released! Do
RescueElara's POV:As expected of Harden, the dutiful son-in-law of the Dawn pack, he chose to save Caitlin.After the phone was cut off, I bowed my head in regret, wondering what my whole life would've looked like if I had come from a better family, one who could protect me from harm. One with so much influence that I didn't have to worry about my circle. One with so much power that I would have gotten married to my fated mate without him denying me to choose another."Fredrick, in two hours, gets the girl ready," said the one who I had come to notice was the boss around here because of all the commands he had been giving."Both of them?""No, the razored-tongue. This one has no one to come for her, poor girl," he tsked with a pitiful expression, walking up to me, he stretched his hand forward to stroke my hair while I made every effort to get away from him, trying my best not to anger the beast in him. My body trembled as I shifted with a small wince escaping my lips.All my life,
Sweet MandarinElara's POV:As we exited the storage room, a group of Arthur's men rushed to further protect us. I recognized faces from the store, those who were there before Caitlin was taken. They all appeared battered with bloody faces and clothes, clearly brutalized. It didn't seem like they were alive, which worried me. With a furrowed brow, I continued to stare at them, unable to take my eyes off them.Arthur leaned in and said with a sinister smile, "Don't worry; they aren't dead YET." His emphasis made me realize he had other plans for them. "Don't look at their hideous faces anymore, so you don't get a nightmare." He teased, and I weakly smiled back.Arthur's Gamma stepped forward, "Alpha, we've managed to capture all of them, along with the ransom your brother-in-law paid," he informed."Where's Caitlin?" Arthur asked with a serious face, and his gamma responded, "She went with your brother-in-law. He dropped the money and left before we arrived." Arthur hummed softly befor
*Have Faith in Arthur*The night settled over the pack lands like a heavy cloak, thick with silence and shadows. Outside, the trees rustled, and a cool breeze slipped through, carrying the faint scent of the forest. But inside the council room, there was a different tension—a sense of danger lurking beneath the surface.Elias entered, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the pack elders who were already seated. The leader of the pack elders sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping slowly against the polished wood, his expression calm yet watchful.Around him, the others—grim, wary men and women with faces weathered by years of loyalty and fierce battles—whispered among themselves, glancing at Elias as he took his seat.His eyes found Elias’s, and he nodded in greeting. "Glad you could join us, Elias."Elias nodded, his gaze calm but his posture guarded. He was here as Arthur’s stand-in tonight, but it felt different without Arthur’s powerful presence beside him. This wasn’t
*Your Goal*“The pack elders scheduled an emergency meeting; it’s concerned with your accident.”“When you get there, don’t let on anything. This fight has become personal; I will not involve people from my pack,” Arthur instructed, and Elias nodded.Arthur turned to Elara, his gaze softening. “Elara, I know you’re worried, but I need you to stay safe, too. If they couldn’t get to me directly, they might come for those closest to me. You’ll go back home today. Don’t come to see me unless I return home.”Her hand tightened around his. “But—”“I’ll be fine, Elara. I just need one more day before I bounce back.”“But I can stay at the pack house with you; I can take care of myself,” she said, trying to convince him because she didn’t want to leave.“I don’t want that. There are so many who have their eyes on you.” Arthur had always known that many disliked Elara because she was an outsider, and he didn’t want to give them the advantage while he was still bedridden.He gave her a faint sm
*Give Some Credit to the Witch*Selene’s expression turned serious as she looked at him, her bruised face hinting at the ordeal she had endured. She hesitated before speaking, her voice softer. “You could at least apologize for nearly killing me last night. That was a tough fight, I must admit.”Elias’s eyes flickered, a hint of something close to regret crossing his face as he looked at her. Her bruised face and weakened body tugged at something within him, though he quickly forced it back. She had, after all, saved Arthur, and perhaps she deserved some credit for that.But his pride wouldn’t allow him to voice any apology, and he simply narrowed his gaze, his tone unyielding. “Be grateful I let you live. I had every reason to kill you.”Selene smirked, though the effort seemed to cost her. Her pale lips trembled slightly in discomfort. “Grateful, huh?” She chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with pain.Although her mind was crowded right now, there was something she'd alway
*He's Alive*In the morning, Elara woke up, still feeling discomfort in her chest. She washed her face and stood in front of the mirror, searching her reflection for any visible reaction, maybe even a hint of fur from her wolf—but there was none. She wondered what could be the cause. Last night, she couldn’t sleep, her wolf filling her head with howls, sensing that their mate might be in danger, or probably hurt. She tried reaching out to Arthur several times, but he didn’t respond, so she prayed for his safety. Arthur was strong and powerful, and she had immense faith in him; there was no way he’d lose in a fight.To distract herself while waiting for Arthur, Elara decided to work on the plants. Many of them needed special care, which she had noticed since first arriving here. She took the tools from the gardener and went into the garden.Elara knelt in the garden, her fingers gently tending to the young plants that had sprouted. The sun cast a warm glow over her, its gentle light a
*Dark Magic Tolerance*Caitlin nodded, swallowing hard. She didn’t have any other choice. As much as she hated to admit it, she was at Alberto’s mercy. "Please do something," Caitlin said again. Alberto responded with a nod this time, and seeing the softened look on his face, Caitlin had hope that he would help. She left the house with the thought that she had to be by her family's side at this time so no one suspected her. She walked back to her car, trembling with fear of being caught, constantly looking behind to make sure no one was following.Once Caitlin left, Alberto signaled someone who had been hiding in the shadows, lurking behind the dark curtains since the time Caitlin arrived. He was quick to hear her footsteps and instructed his companion to go into hiding.The person came out from hiding, their face barely visible behind a grim smile. Alberto went to the cellar and returned with a special bottle. He uncorked it and drank directly from it before giving his companion a si
*Not in the Bargain*Caitlin’s heart pounded in her chest as she paced around her room. Her mother had just delivered the news—Arthur had been shot with a strange bullet, and his condition was grave. Her mind raced with confusion, anger, and something she didn’t want to admit to herself: guilt.It wasn’t supposed to go this far. She never wanted to see Arthur in this state. All her plans, all her careful manipulation—none of it had involved this. She had wanted to hurt Elara, make her suffer, but Arthur? Her stepbrother? This wasn’t part of the plan.Her mother’s voice echoed in her ears, warning her that the situation was dire. Dark magic was involved, and the pack was panicking. They had no idea how to save him, and if something wasn’t done soon, Arthur wouldn’t make it through the night.There was only one person who might have answers, Caitlin thought. After more moments of deliberation, Caitlin was clear in her decision.She grabbed her coat, keys, and stormed out of the house. T
*Fading***Arthur's POV:**Everything hurts.There’s no other way to describe it. Every breath feels like fire, every movement sends shockwaves of agony through my body. The wound in my chest throbs, pulsing in rhythm with my slowing heartbeat. I can feel the blood leaving me, feel the life draining from my body with every passing second. I try to focus, to stay conscious, but the world around me keeps blurring and spinning.I can't lose this fight—not now, not after everything.But my body isn’t listening to me anymore. My limbs are heavy, too heavy to move, and I feel myself sinking deeper into the cold. My vision fades in and out, darkness creeping into the edges of my mind. I struggle to hold on, to keep myself tethered to reality, but it’s slipping away. Fast.“Arthur, stay with us.”The voice is distant, muffled, like it’s coming from far away. It’s Tony—I recognize his voice even in the haze. He sounds desperate, but I can barely make sense of his words. I want to answer him, t
*Witches Help*It wasn’t long before Arthur’s parents arrived, their expressions grim and heavy with worry. His father, the previous Alpha, stood tall, his face a mask of control, but the tension in his body betrayed his fear. His mother, the former Luna, clutched her husband’s arm, her eyes wide with concern as she gazed at Arthur lying unconscious on the healer’s table.Mira turned to them, her face pale. “I need your permission to reach out to a witch coven. The bullet that struck Arthur… it’s filled with dark magic. I can’t treat it here. They might have the antidote.”The room fell into a heavy silence.His father’s eyes narrowed. “A witch coven?” His voice was low, filled with disdain. “After everything we’ve been through with witches, you think we should trust them now?” There was anger evident in his tone.Mira hesitated but held her ground. “I understand your history, but the Alpha’s life is at stake. This magic is old, older than anything I’ve seen. If we don’t do something,
*A Struggle for Survival*Just when Arthur thought he would black out, his eyes snapped open, and his body trembled in agony. It felt like the Moon Goddess was giving him a second chance, urging him to do all he could to stay alive. He fought desperately to stay conscious.The pain from the open wound surged through him like waves, threatening to drown him. His vision blurred, the world around him spinning wildly as he struggled to keep himself awake.Black, abnormal blood seeped from the wound, and though he was vaguely aware of Tony’s desperate movements nearby, all he could focus on was the fire consuming his body from within.*Stay awake. For Elara. For the pack, and Family.* His mind repeated it over and over, a mantra to keep him grounded. Each breath was a battle, shallow and ragged, as if even the air resisted him. Arthur clenched his fists, a groan escaping him as he tried to force the pain down to his stomach.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath. “I can't... Thi