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 POVElena’s fingers trembled as she inserted the flash drive into the mainframe’s port, the small device producing a series of urgent beeps that cut through the screams of the other children. The darkness was abruptly shattered by a flood of lights that broke out from every corner of the walls.Her eyes drifted to one of the security guards, and he glared at her with an intensity that left her breathless. The security guard, his eyes narrowed, lunged towards her with a snarl. “What the hell did you do? You little bitch!” He barked, his hand reaching for the baton at his belt.Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs as she spun on her heels, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. She shoved them back up with a shaky hand and ran as fast as she could. All the doors of the lab flew open with a metallic clang, including the isolation tank, releasing all the kids from their confinement.A fresh wave of surprise rippled through the kids without being told what to do. They
AUTHOR’S POVThe night lamp turned on, and the room was no longer dark. Nora glanced at Leo, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. Her hand hovered, then waved across his face—nothing. He was out cold. She slipped from the bed, the cool night air wrapping around her skin like a blanket. Her fingers found the car keys, their metal biting into her palm as she pocketed them. Slippers on, she killed the light and slipped into the shadows. A sigh pulled out of her as she walked down the dark corridors. Nora's heart pitter-pattered against her ribcage, and her mind betrayed her, dipping into thoughts about the twins. She dashed into the garage and slipped into the nearest car. She ignited the car and drove out of the garage at great speed, but she slowed down as she saw that the gate was locked. The warrior stood by the gate, refusing to open it, with his hand folded across his chest. “W-where are you going, your highness? You promised the Alpha that you wouldn't go a
AUTHOR’S POVThe morning’s delicate peace shattered as Dante and his men emerged from the lab, only to be met with a scene that sent a jolt of shock through Dante’s veins. Nora stood there, a blade pressed against his wife's throat, her eyes burning with flames that could burn the entire world.Dante’s heart took off like a kite in a windstorm, but his face remained a mask of stone. “Ms. Famous,” he began, his voice a controlled rumble. “This... this isn’t the way. I admit I was wrong, but it doesn’t have to end like this.”“I can see only one of my sons,” Nora replied sharply, her gaze never wavering from Dante’s. “Now, I want a visual on the other one as well. You will do as I say if you want me to release your wife, or else.” Her voice was lowered, dark, and full of unspoken threats.Anger flared in Dante’s stomach, a fiery serpent coiling in his gut. He raised his hand to his face, his fingers pressing into his skin as if to contain the fury within. “Why, my love? How could you le
AUTHOR’S POV Nora’s gaze flickered in the rearview mirror, the streets of the Stormchaser pack fading into a blur as she navigated the escape. Asher climbed into the front seat, his movements hesitant, leaving the unconscious form of his brother sprawled across the back seat. As the car hummed along, Asher leaned into Nora, his small arms encircling her as much as the space allowed. A soft cry broke from his throat as relief kindled in his chest. Nora’s own eyes betrayed her, with tears cascading down her cheeks, like rain falling, and soaking Asher’s shirt. “Tell me, what did that monster do to you?” She whispered, and her voice was strangely tight as she stared straight ahead. “… It’s okay; you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Lazy silence swirled in the air. “It’s not that I don’t want to—” His gaze skimmed over her before he looked away. Asher’s response was a tight squeeze; his eyes squeezed shut, a barrier holding back the flood of memories. “I-I don’t want to t
AUTHOR’S POV The night was a coat around Nora’s car, its headlight piercing the darkness as she edged closer to the border of the Stormchaser pack. She dipped her head, a silent prayer that they would remain unseen. Asher was a silent companion in the seat; his breaths were deep and even in sleep. Matteo finally stirred from his slumber, his eyes snapping open wide with confusion and surprise. “…Mom? How am I here? And how are you here?” Matteo inquired, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “Shh,” Nora whispered, her index finger pressed to her lips, her eyes fluttering to the rearview mirror. “Keep your voice down; I will answer all your questions when we are out of this stupid pack.” A small worry line creased between Matteo’s brows. “Why are you asking me to keep my...” he inquired, but before he could finish his speech, their world was abruptly invaded by the roar of another engine. A car, like a beast on the prowl, overtook them, cutting across their path with destructi
AUTHOR’S POV Dante’s breaths came in shallow, rapid bursts as he retreated from the imposing black wolf. Nora stood before him, her fur glistening under the moon’s caress, her eyes a piercing yellow, locked onto his body. He walked a few steps away, his expression gradually shifting from confusion to stunned disbelief. “I-I don’t want to hurt you, Ms. Famous,” he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stay back! I am warning you! I still can’t fathom how you were able to shift into your wolf form. After all these years, you are supposed to be wolfless.” A growl that rumbled like distant thunder, vibrating through his very bones, was her response. She pounded, and Dante hit the ground hard, his back slamming into the dirt and his shirt tearing like a tissue. “Ah!!!” Dante’s scream pierced the night as her teeth sank into his flesh. Tearing through his right arm and ripping part of his blood vessels. Desperation sculpted his face at the sight of his own blood, and he lashed out
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