AUTHOR’S POV The night before…. Adrenaline pumped harder through Jack's veins and kicked his heart into overdrive as he saw the three masked men. He grabbed the twins and pushed them under the table, along with Mrs. Clark and her crutches. "Stay quiet and don't move until I tell you to, they are just here to steal; when they are done, they will leave." He whispered to them, hoping that the robbers would leave them alone. But Matteo was not the type to sit still and watch. He nudged Jack and whispered, "Do something, man. You are a warrior in your pack. You can't let these thieves get away with this, these people owe them no money." Jack's throat bobbed, his expression carved with nerves. "Listen to me, little man. If I were alone, I would have done something, but I am supposed to protect you guys..." His voice lowered even more. "I can't risk your lives for my pride. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Matteo snorted and crawled out of the table, ignoring Jack’s warning. He thou
AUTHOR’S POV George's eyes fluttered open, and he felt a dull ache all over his body. He blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light of the sun rays that flickered on the stone walls. He was in a dungeon, a cold and damp place that smelled of mould and rot. He felt a metal ring around his ankle, attached to a heavy chain that anchored him to the floor. "Motherfuckers." He muttered under his breath. He looked behind him and saw Leo sitting on the floor of the dungeon with his hand on his face. Blood dripped bright red from his nose, staining his shirt."Leo, what the hell happened?" George croaked, his voice hoarse from thirst and pain.Leo lifted his head and met his gaze with a bitter smile. "I should be the one asking you that; how the hell did that bitch outsmart you?" He said sarcastically. "For your information, you have been sleeping for two straight nights, you lucky bastard."A groan escaped from the deepest part of George's soul. His head felt like someone was hitting hi
AUTHOR’S POV Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead with his apron and glanced at his phone. He had been waiting for George's call for days, but there was no sign of him. He couldn't mind link with him either, which meant he was either in trouble or something. He hoped it was the latter.He was cleaning the living room of Nora's apartment, a favor he felt he owed to the twins as he was their caretaker now. Mrs. Clark was sitting on the couch, watching TV, with her crutches next to her. She waved at him to come over and said in a weak voice, "Dear, can you help me get up? I need to use the bathroom.""Sure, ma'am," Jack said, dropping the mop in the bucket and walking over to her. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her gently off the couch. He handed her her crutches and said, "Here you go, ma'am. Be careful, okay?"A slow smile spread across her mouth. “Thank you, dear. You are such a darling. The twins are lucky to have someone like you, taking care of them.
NORA’s POV The bells of the underground prison rang, jolting me awake from my restless sleep. I barely had time to register what was happening when I felt a strong grip on my arm, yanking me off the bed. I gasped as I was slammed against the wall, my hand twisted behind my back."Wake up, bitch, who said you could sleep?” It was the leader of my cell mates. She was a short, muscular woman with a scorpion tattoo on her right arm. "You have a basketball game to play." She said, shaking me roughly. I tried to pull away, but she was stronger. “W-What are you talking about?" I asked, confused and scared. “I don’t play basketball or any games.""You do now." Alarm rippled through her voice. "I have a sprained ankle, and I can't play. You're going to fill in for me. And you better make sure our team wins, or else."My jaw tensed into granite. “Or else what?!?” My fear crisped, burning into anger. “What are you going to do to me? Kill me? I have heard that a million times!” She leaned in c
AUTHOR’S POV Jack shifted in his seat, feeling uneasy. He glanced at the empty chair in front of him, wondering who was supposed to sit there. His stomach cramps just at the thought that something bad had happened to Asher. The door of the office opened, and the principal walked in, carrying two cups of coffee. She smiled and handed one to Jack. “Thank you for coming at such short notice. Mr. Clark, I never thought I would get a chance to meet the twin’s father because your wife never talks about you, so everyone just assumed you were dead, or you left her for another woman.” She said in a friendly tone. Surprise flared on his face. He took the cup and nodded. He couldn’t believe that this was what George’s mate and kids had been going through all these years, and he didn’t like the fact that she was a big gossip. “You are welcome, Mrs…Jones, right? What can I do for you?” He asked politely. Mrs. Jones sat on the edge of her table in front of Jack and took a sip of her coffee. Sh
AUTHOR'S POVA cold shiver worked its way down Alicia's spine as she gazed at the dark night sky through the window of her room. She was back home in the mansion, but she couldn't sleep. She touched the red mark on her neck, a painful reminder of how her lover had almost choked her to death. "W-Why can't he see how much I love him?" She sobbed quietly, wishing she could erase the past, wishing she could undo the mistake of making Nora her surrogate. She felt a sudden cramp in her stomach, as if her baby was fighting for its life. She gasped and got up from the chair, clutching her belly. Voices from outside the room pierced her ears, loud and angry. Alicia staggered down the dimly lit corridors, curious and afraid. She stopped in the living room, where she saw Rick and his father arguing about something. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch their words. "You are a disgrace, son!" Mr. Williams shouted, pointing his finger at his son. "You are not fit to be the alpha of this
AUTHOR’S POV The raindrops pattered on the window as Rick stormed into the living room, his beta trailing behind him with an umbrella. He scanned the room with his eyes narrowed when he saw the doctor sitting on the couch, holding a clipboard to his chest. The doctor met his gaze and smiled weakly. “Good morning. Alpha Rick. I’m glad you are here.” The doctor greeted. Rick ignored the pleasantries and walked up to the doctor, his voice tense. “Tell me, is the future heir of my pack okay? I know that my mate is alright, I can feel it.” “Um, the…” The doctor opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, a loud clack of heels echoed from the stairs. A short silence fell over them. Rick turned and saw his mother descending, wearing a short strapless gown. She had a smug expression on her face, as if she had just won a game. “Hello, darling. I see you are back from your meeting. Have you seen your brother? I can’t find him.” She inquired with raised eyebrows. Rick's
AUTHOR’S POV “I know this is my house, but I have no idea what is going on. I am as confused as you are.” George replied, sounding equally confused. He looked around, trying to find an explanation or a clue. He saw his father walking into the room, directing the workers, and smoking a cigarette. He looked calm and confident, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t seem to notice them. A sense of unease scratched at the back of George’s neck as he recognized his father’s expression and demeanor. He had seen it before, many times, when his father was planning something big. “Hey, William. What is going on?” George inquired, raising his voice and trying to get his attention. Mr. Williams turned his head and looked at him, then at the phone and Nora. He froze, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He dropped his cigarette, and it fell on the floor, burning a hole in the carpet. “When…did…” His ability to form a coherent sentence died an un
AUTHOR’S POV A year later, A year had passed since Nora lost Leo, bringing her to this moment, seated in the dressing room, staring at herself in a wedding dress. Mrs. Williams, who had once been a wicked mother, now stood before her, offering jewels as tokens of acceptance and regret. The nightstand was filled with daily gifts from her and her husband, each one a silent plea for forgiveness. Nora’s gaze lingered on the jewels, her voice soft but strong. “I cannot accept these anymore,” she remarked. “Like I said before, I have already forgiven you a long time ago. These gifts aren’t necessary.” Regret formed a jagged rock in Mrs. Williams's stomach, and emotion flickered across her face. “These gifts are my punishment,” she declared. “I did a lot of awful things in the past, and I forgot that love doesn’t care about social status. The moon goddess herself would agree to that; that is why she made you my son’s mate. And no one is more suited for him than you.” The knock at the do
AUTHOR’S POV The dark hall was covered in shadows and sorrow, a sea of black clothing as mourners gathered to pay their final respects. Nora stood by Leo’s grave, her hand trembling as she placed a lily on top of the polished wood of his coffin. Leo’s parents, their faces covered with grief, stood beside her, each adding their own floral tribute. Nora turned to them, but her eyes pointed at the ground, the guilt still weighing on her. She dropped to her knees and whispered, “I’m the reason your son is gone. I took him away from you. If he hadn’t saved me, he would still be here.” But Leo’s parents would hear none of it. His mother lifted Nora gently, her voice soft yet firm. “No, honey. It was not your doing. It was the will of the moon goddess, and our son chose to save you.” His father added, “You must live for him now. Make his sacrifice meaningful.” A smile lit up his broad face, softening his harsh features. Overwhelmed by their kindness, Nora felt a tear streak down her fac
AUTHOR’S POV The afternoon sun streamed through the open windows, brightening the inside of the lab. Nora sat on the makeshift bed of clothes, her stomach growling in protest as she awaited George’s return with food. Jack busied himself with the windows, letting in light to compensate for the lack of electricity. Nora’s voice broke the silence. “Jack, where did you and George disappear to for all those months? And why did you guys make everyone think you were dead?” A masculine chuckle escaped his lungs. “We didn’t fake our deaths, Nora.” He said, shaking his head. “It was a bizarre twist of fate. We were attacked on our way out of the pack, and now that I think about it, the attacker was probably Dante.” Her mind raced through a thousand questions and possibilities. “That does make sense. Dante would want George out of the way to make kidnapping the kids easier. He must have seen him as a threat.” She muttered and frowned a little. “I still can’t believe George left the pack behi
AUTHOR’S POV A small frown touched Nora’s face, her body convulsing with another wave of shivers. “T-Then bear it, I can’t be seen getting cozy with you when I have a boyfriend,” she said, wrapping another piece of clothing around her now sweating body. But the cold was relentless, and soon the heat that followed was just as unbearable. Discomfort climbed up her spine, and heat scorched her skin. “I know you have a boyfriend, but we are in our heat period, and he is not here. You will have to ask your mate for help.” Ariana suggested in her head. “How can you suggest such a thing? If I ask him for help, he will have to have sex with me. And I can’t... I am with Leo now, and I can’t cheat on him,” she replied, with emotion roughing the syllables. “I know you don’t want to cheat on him. But this is a matter of life and death, you will die if you don’t let him help.” Ariana said in a sad tone. “I…I can’t. I just can’t. I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, I have been there a f
AUTHOR’S POV The day dawned crisp and clear as the sun poured through the streets. Alicia stormed into the grocery store, her presence as chilling as the ski mask that covered her face. The assault rifle in her grip was not just a weapon, but a representation of her desire to kill. “Put your hands where I can see them,” she hissed at the store owner, who obeyed with a tremble. “Please don’t kill me, I just opened, I haven’t earned any money!” He pleaded, but his plea for mercy fell on deaf ears. A cold laugh escaped Alicia’s throat and echoed in the cramped space. “I don’t want your money, old man, I just need to grab some supplies.” She replied and obtained a coil of rope from one of the shelves. She kept the man caged in the sights of her rifle as she closed the distance. “Stay here and don’t make a sound, if you try to act smart, I will have no option but to kill you,” she threatened as she used the rope to tie his hands behind him, securing him to the shelf like a display of h
AUTHOR’S POV In the dimly lit villa, Mrs. Williams’s entrance was as fast as lightning, her flip-flops discarded as she stopped at the sight of her husband. Mr. Wiliams sat rooted on the couch, a sea of documents spread before him on the table. Her eyebrows shot to the ceiling as she leaned over the papers. “W-What are you doing?” she inquired. Mr. Williams looked up, a dark smile playing on his lips, shadowed by the room’s gloom. “These are petitions I gathered from the pack members. I’m securing our son’s legacy; I am no longer turning my back on him,” he replied, sincere regret laced in his voice as he looked her in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have supported the council. Rick must be Alpha again. I cannot let our line fade; after all, I went through it to keep it in our family.” She shook her head, her hand darting out to seize the document from his grasp. “Stop this madness,” she begged, her voice rising. “You are losing yourself in this grief. Are you doing this
AUTHOR’S POV The touch of the evening air was too much as Rick stepped out of the taxi, his eyes immediately drawn to the flurry of activity at the maximum-security prison. Guards hustled across the yard, their faces covered with concern, while the urgent wail of alarms pierced the air. He watched closely as two guards emerged, dragging a protesting couple out of the prison’s grand gates. “Come back another time! Visiting hours are over!” One guard barked, tossing the woman’s bag to her feet with a dismissive flick of his wrist. The woman, her face painted with frustration and desperation, clutched her bag tightly. “Why are you being so unfair? Visiting hours end at 10 p.m., and it’s only 7 p.m.,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I haven’t seen my niece in ages! Panic spurred Rick into action, and he stepped forward, his determination clear. “I need to get inside,” he insisted, his voice firm. “My girlfriend’s in there. You can’t deny me access; we haven’t seen each other in a lon
AUTHOR’S POV The morning sun hit George’s face, and his heart was heavy as he paced through the studio. His hands carefully placed his personal items into a mini bag. The walls of the rooms whispered memories of laughter and learning, and though he was firm in his decision, a part of him mourned the awaiting goodbye to the children he had come to adore. The sound of footsteps snapped him back to reality. He peeked outside his room to see his boss walking purposefully towards the office. He took a deep breath and secured the zipper on his bag. A pit formed in his stomach as he grasped the resignation letter that lay on the nightstand. George entered his boss's office just in time to overhear a phone conversation about him. “Like I said earlier, it’s unprofessional for a teacher to date a parent of the kid he teaches.” His boss said in a serious tone. “I’m sorry, but no amount of money can make me help you. I respect the privacy of my teachers and stay out of their personal lives."
AUTHOR’S POV They stepped into the shower area, and the sounds of bare feet stepping on the tile were getting louder and louder as they made it under one of the shower heads. The shower area itself was just a single room, blocked by a small door. There was no cover between the five or six showers, so they both had plenty of space to mess around and get each other clean. The whole shower room was tiled, so the two would have to try hard not to fall over because of how slippery everything was. “I have always wanted to do this with someone, but I haven’t had a proper girlfriend in a long time.” His voice was silky as velvet. The guard pushed Alicia against the cold tiled wall, his body squishing up against hers. Her nipples were hard and almost carved into his chest, but he didn't care. Her breasts squeezed and contoured around his chest as they both continued kissing. Their legs were moving constantly, trying to find a good footing, before eventually finding a good rhythm. The guard