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
I Don't Need You(Warning: Chapter contains mature content.)"Baby, can you touch me?" Caitlin asked again. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. This time, she took the initiative to act first; her hands skillfully went down to unbutton my shirt as she spoke, "I was so scared back there, and I could only think about you, Harden. I'm thankful that you came."My thoughts were scattered all over the place, and it agitated me to have her hands—anyone's other than Elara's—run over my body. I grabbed her hands and held them up, wanting to get her away from me. However, the look on her face was pitiful. She looked clueless, confused, and had no idea why I did that. Maybe I shouldn't punish her for something she knows nothing about. She just got out of the kidnapper's clutches and must be traumatized, which is why she needs me.I held both her wrists with one hand; my other hand aggressively brought her face to meet mine, and I kissed her violently, licking and suc
Flooded EmotionsElara's POV:Just when I thought Harden was here to hurt me again, Arthur barged in, standing between both of us and giving me the courage to speak up. I turned to Arthur, pressed my hands to my head, and gave myself a small head massage, expressing my stress due to Harden's presence."What's wrong, Elara?" Arthur asked. I lowered my tone, enjoying our small display of closeness by having his hand wrapped around my waist, "Please ask him to leave; I can't deal with all this right now."Immediately, Arthur turned to Harden, "You heard her. She needs space to recover. It's best if you leave," he stated sternly.Harden stared hard at me, waiting for confirmation, I guess he couldn't believe his eyes that I could act this way. Arthur was here, and he dared not lay his hands on me. My lips curled with a slurring smile that only he would notice, and I rolled my eyes at him."You heard him, leave," I added. Harden continued to gape at me, paused for a moment, and then was ab
He Can't Hurt You AnymoreElara's POV:I could bet my life on it: Caitlin wanted me gone, even if it meant I wouldn't be freed from those gangs. I continued to ponder many things during Arthur's dismissal.In less than an hour, Arthur returned with an abundance of food, a feast fit for a celebration. I wondered if someone was joining us, and just like he read my thoughts, he responded, telling me it was because I had refused to eat the previous day.Seeing so much tasty and fresh food which I couldn't resist, my stomach grumbled, giving me away, and I grinned at Arthur embarrassingly.I could almost hear him taunting me in his thoughts for denying myself food.He opened all the dishes, from the main course to the side dishes, placing them on the tray, and then brought it in front of me. I couldn't help but wet my lips."I'll feed you. Don't object," Arthur insisted, more like an order.I didn't object; I just did as told by opening my mouth to receive spoonfuls. He was so careful and
If OnlyHarden's POV:As I sat alone in the dimly lit room, my mind wandered back to the memories I shared with Elara. Despite my best efforts to push them away, they flooded my thoughts like waves crashing against the shore of my consciousness. I felt unsettled, and soon anger kicked in, stirring my emotions. To release some of the tension, I went to the training room and picked up my boxing gloves.I couldn't help but recall the countless little things she did for me in the past. The way she would pack my lunch with a note hidden inside to express her never-ending love for me, the gentle touch of her hand running over my face when she thought I was asleep as she read to me, and the way she always seemed to know exactly what to say to lift my spirits despite the constant pressure from my father, who always forced me to be just like him.If the situation were different, maybe I would've spent my life with the love of my life, my mate. I wished she wouldn't be so blind to see that I st
Knight In Shining Armor"You don't have to be sorry," I murmured. My mind flashed back to the first time he kissed me in his car, where he said it didn't mean a thing because it usually happens with adults. We'd been having more moments after that one, and it just kept on getting better. Were they the same as the first one, which didn't mean a thing? I sought to ask him but waved off the thoughts. It's an embarrassing topic anyway.The room turned silent for a while with Arthur scrolling down his phone while I fidgeted with my fingers, swinging my feet, and staring closely at him, my eyes almost boring holes if they could."Do you have something to say? I can feel your eyes on me," he said without losing focus on his phone."Why did you ever agree to help me with my father's case?" I asked."Me?" he asked as he withdrew his attention from the phone, an almost confused look on his face, "When did I ever agree to help you?" He denied."You didn't help me directly, but you went through t
*Warning*Arthur's POV:As soon as I left, I jumped into my car, reversing aggressively before driving out of Elara's home. I knew I had to end this threat now because there was no telling what would happen after I left the country.I recognized the handwriting on the paper; it wasn't hard to figure out who it belonged to. My fist clenched on the steering wheel as I hit the accelerator, wasting no time to reach the Graham estate.I stopped by my parents' house, and luckily Caitlin was at home. I barged into the dining room and went to Caitlin's side immediately. Startled to see me, my mother called, "Arthur, you're here?""I want to speak with Caitlin for a moment," I said."You came at the right time; have dinner with the family before you leave." My father offered, but I didn't bother to respond to them, just led Caitlin out of the room down to the patio."What are you doing?" I asked her, and for a moment, she seemed confused with furrowed brows. "Huh? What am I doing? I was about
*The Guilt Within*Harden's POV:I stormed into Caitlin's room, forcing the door knob open and entered. My anger still boiling beneath the surface, the image of my mother lying unconscious in the hospital bed haunted me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of what she had done to Mother."Baby, you came here; I was about to come," Caitlin said as soon as she met my eyes."What the hell were you thinking, Caitlin?" I attacked her with words, not letting her finish, my voice laced with fury.Caitlin looked up, startled by my sudden change of tone. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback by my intensity. "H-Harden, I..." she stammered, clearly at a loss for words."Caitlin, what did you do to Mother?" I asked, trying to be as subtle as I could this time. This is the Dawn pack, and I shouldn't make a huge fuss here, and I shouldn't completely disregard Caitlin's role in our pack. Losing her support would only weaken us further, and I couldn't afford that, especially no
*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