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 POVGeorge felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dim light of the club. He lifted his head from the desk and saw the bartender smiling at him.The bartender had a friendly face with a scruffy beard and a pierced nose. He wore a black T-shirt that said "Wolfsong" in red letters."Hey, buddy, are you okay?" the bartender inquired. He leaned over the desk, showing concern. "You have been sleeping here all night."A groan traveled up George’s throat, and he rubbed his eyes. His stomach rumbled with hunger. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost noon. He had no idea how he ended up in this place. He vaguely remembered coming here with Jack after they had missed their flight. "Um, have you seen my friend?" George asked the bartender. He spoke with a raspy voice, his throat dry. "The one I came with?"The bartender nodded and pointed behind him. George turned around and saw Jack sitting in the VIP are
Frustration and anger scrambled up her throat. Nerves gave way to alarm as a tiny sob escaped her throat.“Uh, if you asked me, I would say you have spoiled those boys a little too much.” Mrs. Clark commented, reached out, and rubbed a tear away with her thumb. “Don't worry, dear. They will come around; it’s not like they can choose who you want to spend the rest of your life with for you.” As Mrs. Clark spoke, a loud knock resounded at the door.“I will go check who is at the door.” Leo rose, offering a comforting smile before heading to answer it. But as the door swung open, a blinding flash of light—a laser—struck him, and he crumpled to the floor with a loud thud. Nora's heart jumped into her throat when a loud thud filled her ears. She looked up from the dining table and saw Leo lying motionless on the floor, blood dripping from his head.“Leo!!!” She screamed and ran towards him, hoping he was still alive. But before she could reach him, she stopped in her tracks. Standing
AUTHOR’S POVMrs. Williams lay on her bed, clutching a photo of George to her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She had not seen him for two days, ever since he left the packhouse. The police had found his car in a river, but there was no sign of him or his beta. She feared the worst, but she also hoped for a miracle.A knock on the door startled her. She ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away. She did not want to see anyone, especially not her husband. He had been distant and cold ever since the news broke.The door opened, and the sounds of footsteps filled her ears. She groaned inwardly, wishing he would leave her alone. She did not look at him as he sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, "I told you not to cry; for how long will you keep crying over him, as if he is a baby? Have you forgotten who he is? He is a strong Alpha male, he is not dead. I'm sure of it.”
The night was dark and noisy, with the crickets chirping incessantly in the forest. Mr. Williams stood by the riverbank, smoking a cigarette and watching the police operation. His breath escaped in a painful rush as he saw his son's car being pulled out of the water by a crane. The car was a total wreck, with the windows shattered, the doors dented, and the tires flat. He wondered if George had survived the crash and who had tried to kill him.“Alpha, we have some news for you.” A detective approached him, holding a clipboard. “We have examined the car and found some evidence of foul play. It wasn't a brake failure, as we initially suspected. Something rammed into your son's car from the front and damaged his glass, causing him to lose control and plunge into the river. We found traces of claw and fur on the bumper. We are running a check on the database to see if we can identify the wolf that attacked him.”"Who would do such a thing?" Mr. Williams inquired, his voice trembling. “W
AUTHOR’S POVAlicia stared at the food on her plate with disgust and anger. She had no appetite for the bland and watery porridge that was served to the prisoners every day. She felt nauseous just looking at it.She grabbed her spoon and shoved it into the porridge, making a loud clanging noise. She rolled her eyes and sighed, hoping someone would notice her plight. She didn't have to wait long.A security guard, who was patrolling the cafeteria, noticed and walked over to her. He was a tall and round man with a smooth head and a damaged face. He wore a black uniform and a badge that said. “Warden.”"Hey, princess. What's your problem?" He barked at her.Alicia looked up at him with a frown. She hated him and all the other guards, who treated her like dirt. She hated this place and everyone in it. She opened her mouth and spat out the words. "My problem is this shit you call food. I can't eat it. It makes me sick."The guard snorted. "You can't eat it? Too bad. You have no choice, pri
AUTHOR’S POVDante strode down the corridor with a white lab coat draped over his shoulder, his beta following close behind. He held a tablet in his hand, scrolling through the data from his latest experiments. He looked like an evil doctor, and he felt like one too. He had no remorse for what he was doing to those kids—those powerful and rare kids that he had kidnapped and turned into his guinea pigs. He was creating an army—an army that would obey his every command and crush anyone who stood in his way. He stopped in front of a room that had an iron door, different from the other ones in his mansion. He put his face closer to the door, and a little object came out and scanned his eyes, before he heard the sounds of the door unlocking, and it opened for him. “It feels good to be back home.” He muttered as he walked into the room with his beta. The room was extremely white and spacious; it was as if it were another world entirely, and there were large human-sized tubes everywhere
AUTHOR’S POV George was in his section, teaching a group of eager kids how to fight karate. He wore a black karate shorts and a white belt, and he moved with grace and agility. He kicked the air, twisted his hand, and made noises like a ninja. The kids, who were about five to six years old, followed his every move, trying to imitate him. "Good, good. Now remember, karate is not just about strength, it's also about balance and focus," he said, as he demonstrated a stance. He spread his legs, bent his knees, and raised his arms. He looked at the kids and saw that they were paying attention. A proud smile blossomed on his lips. He had been teaching them for a month, and he had seen them improve a lot. They were not only learning karate but also discipline, confidence, and respect. He felt like he was making a difference in their lives, and that made him happy. He was about to show them another move when a loud thud came from behind him. He turned around and saw that one of the kids had
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