NORA’S POV I stared at George’s father with a cold smile. “They have a warrant, sir. There is a wanted criminal hiding in your mansion, and you better cooperate with us, or you will face the wrath of the public.” I said, not caring if he believed me or not. “You—” he opened his mouth to protest, but then slumped back on his throne-like chair and resumed his futile attempts to light his cigarette. I turned away from him and saw George and the other cops already heading up the stairs. I followed them, hoping we could catch that bitch before she escaped. We reached the door of Alpha Rick’s room, and the two guards standing outside moved aside to let us pass. My heart leaped into my throat as I knocked on the door, hoping Rick would surrender peacefully. But there was no answer. George stepped forward and banged on the door, shouting, “Rick, open up! It’s me, you have to give up, Alicia. The cops will handle her with care since she is pregnant. Come on, brother, don’t do this, she is
NORA’S POV “I…don’t think a simp is the right word to call a man in love.” George’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow. “He is madly in love with her, not only because she is his mate, but because she is the only she-wolf he has ever loved, due to his playboy nature.” He explained, but I completely ignored him, and then a loud thud came from upstairs. Everyone turned their heads to see what was going on. A pair of legs appeared on the staircase, stumbling and swaying. My stomach did a curious twist; I had no idea who those long legs belonged to. As he came into full view, I gasped along with the rest of the crowd. It was Alpha Rick, and he was—he was holding two assault rifles, one in each hand, and his eyes were wild and bloodshot. He looked like he was drunk or high as fuck. “What the…fuck?” George muttered subconsciously. Before I could process what was happening, Rick shouted. “Get out! Get out of here, all of you!” And then he opened fire, spraying bullets everywhere. He was
AUTHOR’S POV Nora walked to the window of the police station, clutching her phone in her hand. She pressed the answer button as Jack’s name flashed on the screen. “Hello, I was planning to—” She was about to greet him when a cop walked over to her and handed her a paper cup. “Here you go, ma’am. The coffee you ordered with two cubes of sugar,” he said with a smile. Confusion creased her brow, and she blinked. She didn’t remember ordering any coffee, let alone telling him her preference. But she took the cup anyway, not wanting to be rude. “Thank you.” She beamed and lifted the lid, inhaling the aroma. It smelled good, but she had a feeling it wasn’t for her. She looked out the window, staring at the busy street of the pack, and put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Nora. Are you there? How are you holding up?” Jack asked, sounding concerned. “I’m fine, just waiting for the cops to toss Alicia in jail,” she answered. “When are you coming back to the Stormchaser pack? The twins and y
AUTHOR’S POV Alpha George parked his car in front of the hospital, and Nora got out, thanking him for driving her there. She had a nervous look on her face as she attempted to walk into the hospital. “What are you doing? Go after her; she is going to see another man.” Knight whispered in George’s head. George also got out of the car and was about to walk inside with her when she stopped him. “Um, little bird, is something wrong?” He asked, concerned. She looked up at him, took a deep breath, and let it out. “Oh, uh, I want to talk to Leo alone, so I think you should stay back for a while.” A horrifying tendril of jealousy snaked around George’s gut and squeezed. He had made his feelings known to her, and she was dismissing him to talk to another man. “…Do you think she might be in love with Leo? Because I have noticed that she has been giving us a cold shoulder.” Knight remarked. “She has always been giving us a cold shoulder. I thought it was because of the mistakes I made in
AUTHOR’S POV Alpha George tossed the last of his shirts into his luggage and zipped it up with a loud snap. He flung it on the bed and reached for his phone. He couldn’t stand being in this place any longer, surrounded by his family, his pack, and his memories. A thousand knots were preferable to heartbreak. “Shit, this sucks. I can’t believe she chose your low-life cousin over us.” Knight commented with a sad growl. “Shut up, Knight. I am done listening to you. Weren’t you the one who said actions speak louder than words? I broke my own rules and went out of my way for her, but what did she do? She rejected us again!” His voice rose with each word until he was yelling. He took out his phone, pressed Jack’s number, and waited impatiently for him to pick up. “Hey—” George cut in. “Don’t hey me; listen, I don’t have time for chitchat. I need you to do something for me.” He said, his tone changing to concern. “…I need you to leave the twins and come with me. Their mother is going b
AUTHOR’S POV Jack zipped up his small bag of clothes and slung it over his shoulder. He had only stayed with the twins for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost seven in the morning. He tiptoed out of Nora’s bedroom and scanned the living room for any signs of life. The couch was empty, the TV was off, and the curtains were drawn. Relief rattled his lungs, and he headed for the door. He reached for the knob and turned it slowly, hoping not to make any noise. “Boo!!!” A voice shouted from behind him. An electric jolt of surprise hit him, and he dropped his bag. He spun around and saw the twins standing in the room, grinning wickedly. “What the heck, guys?” Jack snapped. His face flushed, and his heart was racing. Anger and fear coiled deep in his gut. “You scared the shit out of me!” He put his hand over his mouth as he realized that he had cursed. “Sorry, Jack,” Matteo said, not sounding sorry at all. He til
AUTHOR’S POV Asher was reading a book, lost in the world of fantasy and exploration. He didn’t notice that he had wandered into the kitchen until he bumped into the fridge and felt a sharp pain on his forehead. “Ouch!” He rubbed his head and looked up, astonished to see the familiar appliances and cabinets. He opened the fridge, hoping to find something to eat, but his face fell when he saw the empty shelves. There were no more snacks left, only some wilted vegetables and a carton of milk. His stomach rumbled with hunger. He dropped his book on the kitchen counter and made his way out of the kitchen, feeling annoyed. Shock passed over his face as he saw his grandmother on the couch. She was—she was eating a bag of chips and watching a movie on the TV. “G-Grandma!” He called out to her, but she didn’t seem to notice his presence or care about his needs. He moved closer to her, trying to snatch the snack in her hand, but she pulled it away and said, “Too late, sweetie. I already fi
AUTHOR’S POV The darkness of the night was broad, a blanket that enveloped the dense forest where Alpha Dante lay in wait. He was standing in front of the woods, close to the night road. With his beta and a warrior by his side, he held the binoculars steady, his eyes scanning the road. A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and his beta’s voice was a low murmur in his ear. “Alpha, the scouts have just sent word. Alpha George and his beta are approaching our position. We will get them for sure.” “Hmm, I hope you are right about this,” Dante replied. A short silence fell over them. The silence of the night was suddenly crushed by the sound of an engine, a sound that grew louder and more insistent. A grin lifted the corners of Dante’s mouth as the headlights of a Lamborghini pierced the night, its sleek form a blur of speed and power. It was George’s car, no doubt about it. “Stay here. Don’t follow me, I can take him out myself.” Dante said to his subjects. He let out a hushed growl a
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