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 The lights in the party were turned on, and the leader of the gammas came forward. He had a crown and a large set of keys. He took the mic and spoke. "My fellow pack members, today is a glorious day. Today, we witness the birth of a new era. Today, we welcome our new Alpha, Leo. Leo is a brave and honorable he-wolf. He has proven himself worthy of this position through his skills. He has my full trust and support. And I hope he has yours too. Leo, please kneel before me." Leo knelt before him and bowed his head. A rush of emotion and excitement ran the length of his spine. He was about to become the Alpha, the ruler of the Darkfire pack. The leader gave a half-smile and continued. "Leo, by the power vested in me, by the moon goddess, and by the pack, I hereby appoint you as the new Alpha. I entrust you with the crown and the keys. The crown is the symbol of your authority, and the keys are the symbol of your responsibility. Wear them with pride and with humility.” His
AUTHOR’S POV Matteo’s eyes flickered to the note that Asher had flung to him with a subtle flick of his finger. He slid it under his book and nodded slightly at his brother, who was sitting an inch away from him on another desk. They both kept their hands on their books and their faces expressionless, as if they were absorbed in the teacher’s lecture about their jobs. “Not again,” Matteo said through gritted teeth as he felt the electric leech on his neck twitch, sending a jolt of pain through his body. He peeled the note open and read Asher’s message. It said, *We have to get out of here. I have a plan, but we need one more person. Someone who can hack the security system. Do you know anyone?* Matteo’s heartbeat slowed to a painful rhythm. He and Asher had been looking for a way to escape for months, but they had never found an opportunity. The lab was heavily guarded and monitored, and the leeches on their necks prevented them from using their powers. He turned the note over an
AUTHOR’S POV Leo’s muscles tensed as he faced his pack of wolves under the moonlight. He wore a silver armor that sparkled like a star among the dark fur of the beasts. He raised his hand and spoke in a low voice, his eyes scanning the open field in front of the packhouse. “Listen up, everyone. We have a mission to accomplish. I know the place we need to attack. But it’s in a different pack.” His face was like iron, and his back was straight. “With all of you in your wolf forms, he won’t know what hit him. You all just need to follow my lead, and we will be there in no time.” The wolves nodded their heads, their eyes glowing with loyalty, as they wagged their tails and licked their lips, eager for the hunt. Pride and confidence seized Leo’s chest. He turned around and was about to lead them away when a loud voice interrupted him. “Nephew! What do you think you are doing?” Leo froze and spun back to see his uncle, approaching them with a group of warriors. He had a stern expressio
AUTHOR’S POVLeo’s lips curled into a snarl as he searched his uncle’s room for any trace of him. He clenched the swords in his hands, his knuckles turning white. The sound of water splashing from the bathroom pierced his ear, and he kicked the door open with a loud bang. He expected his uncle to be bathing, but instead, he saw him lying on a bench in front of the sink while a maid rubbed his head with shampoo.He slammed the door with his sword, making a loud clang that echoed in the bathroom. Mr. Williams and the maid both jerked their heads up, their eyes wide with shock and fear. A small frown touched Mr. Williams's face as he recognized his nephew.“What are you doing in my room at this hour, boy?” His tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness.“I should be the one asking you that, old hag. What are you up to now? I didn’t say you were allowed to have a maid in your bathroom at this time of day. Did I?” He pointed his sword at the maid and said, “Are you dumb or
AUTHOR’S POVHe wiped his face and smiled, showing his crooked teeth. “Oh, I figured you would say that. But you know what, Allie? You don’t have a choice as long as you are in this prison. You are mine, baby, and I’m not going to let you go.”An unsteadiness gripped Alicia’s spine, wringing it like a sponge. She tried to get up and move away from him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, making her wince in pain. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “What if I told you I could help you get out of here? And I have a foolproof plan that can break you out of this hellhole.” He licked her earlobe, making her shudder in disgust.Alicia’s jaw twitched—the fury circling in her core, begging her to let him have it. She knew it was a trap, but her curiosity got the better of her. “How?” she blurted out.“Hmm, that’s more like it.” He commented, and his voice dropped into a whisper. “Before I will let you in on the plan, you have to make me believe that you have accepted my proposal.”
AUTHOR’S POVA security guard came behind Matteo and grabbed his arm, yanking him away from Elena. He held a remote control in his hand, which he used to shock Matteo again.“You are going into the isolation tank, you little shit,” the guard said. “And this time, you are staying there for good.”The other kids gave them space, knowing better than to interfere. They watched as the guard lifted Matteo off the ground and carried him on his shoulder, leading him towards the metal door.Matteo pursed his lips; he didn’t beg or plead. But he was not ready to give up. He looked at Elena, who was still on the floor, recovering from the shock. He saw the flash drive next to her, unnoticed by the guard. He winked at her, hoping she would understand.“Do it,” he mouthed.Elena stared at him, then at the flash drive. A lightbulb flashed in her head, and a slow smile spread across her face. She reached for the device, hiding it in her palm.***Pain throbbed and burned in Matteo's ribs as th
AUTHOR’S POVAlpha Leo stood at the dungeon’s entrance, his posture straight and his jacket neatly adjusted. His cold gaze fell on Alpha Rick, who lay defeated on the dungeon’s dirt-strewn floor, his hands sprawled out carelessly, his body covered with filth.Heat slipped beneath Leo’s skin as he tapped lightly on the gate, a simple gesture to seize Rick’s attention. Rick’s response was immediate; his head jerked up and his hair was messy. He let out a roar that echoed off the stone walls and lunged towards the gate, his movements wild and desperate. “H- How could you be so fucking heartless?” Rick’s voice was hoarse and filled with anger. “You not only imprisoned your only cousin, but you left me your own flesh and blood unfed? How dare you?!!”“Cousin?” Leo let out a soft laugh, angrily narrowing his eyes at him. “So now I am your cousin? Wasn’t I your cousin when you tried to murder me for power?” He spat, anger barely restrained in his voice. “I didn’t mean to starve you for this
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