Nora’s POV I peeled another apple and placed it on the tray next to the hospital bed. The room was small and dim, with a window overlooking the city. The only sounds were the beeping of the machines and occasional footsteps in the hallway. The female cop lying there looked pale and weak, but she still managed to smile at me. “Thank you, Nora. You are very kind.” She said in a raspy voice. I shook my head. “No, thank you. You saved my life. You are the one who is kind.” She waved her hand dismissively. “It was nothing. Anyone in my position would have done the same. You don’t have to stay here with me, go home to your kids, they need you more than I do.” She muttered. I frowned. “I can’t leave you alone, you are hurt, and you need someone to look after you.” She heaved a sigh, sounding tired. “I’m fine. Really. My boyfriend will be here any minute. He will take care of me.” I bit my lower lip. I didn’t like the way she said that. There was something in her tone that made me unea
Alpha George’s POV I was fucking done with her, I couldn’t stand the sight of her clothes in my closet anymore. The ones she wore when she kissed me goodbye when she said she loved me, and when she lied to me, I grabbed them all and threw them into the luggage that Jack was holding for me. He knew what I was going through. He didn’t say anything, he just helped me get rid of her stuff. I moved to the nightstand and saw her perfume, the one that used to drive me crazy. I picked it up and sprayed it on myself, hoping to feel something. But all I felt was anger and disgust. I tossed it into the luggage and swept the rest of her things with my arm. Her makeup, her jewelry, and her hairbrush All the things that reminded me of her. Jack zipped up the luggage and was about to take it out when we heard the door slam. We turned around and saw her standing there, looking shocked and confused. She had a guilty look on her face, the one she always had when she knew something was wrong. “Alici
Nora’s POV I was sitting behind my desk, watching the CCTV footage that was in front of the toilet at the police station. I was watching the video of the man who attacked me. He was wearing a ski mask that covered his face, so I couldn’t tell who he was, but there was something about his build. I could swear he was someone I knew, but I couldn’t place my hand on it. My office was a mess, but I liked it that way. It was filled with clues and pictures of different crimes, some solved, some unsolved. They were pinned to the walls, stacked on the shelves, and scattered on the floor. The sun was shining through the window, casting warm light on my face. It was a beautiful day, but I was livid about the fact that the cops still hadn’t caught the man in the video. I took a sip of my coffee next to me and was still looking at the video when a loud noise from outside my office caught my attention. I sauntered out of my office to see what was happening and was surprised to see my big boss,
Nora's POVHe leaned in and wrinkled his brow. “I like the sound of that,” he said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at him. “This isn’t the time to flirt, we leave tonight,” I said, poking him in the chest. He grabbed my finger from his chest and kissed it softly with his plump lips. “Anything for you, baby," he whispered in a seductive voice and winked at me. I felt a thousand butterflies in my stomach, and a tingling sensation ran through my finger. I pulled my hand out of his grip and picked up his coffee from the desk, handing it to him. “Take, leave, we are going to talk about this later, okay?” I asked, looking into his eyes. He collected the coffee from me. He turned and walked out of the office without looking back. I knew he was still trying to be patient with me, but I had no idea if I wanted to be in a relationship right now, not with all this shit happening. I was about to scatter the pictures when my phone rang. The loud ringing broke the silence. I picked it up without
Alpha George’s POV I hated breakfasts with my family. They were always tense and awkward, especially since the family had been divided and I knew I was alone. I was eating my salad in silence, trying to ignore the glares of my father and the pity of my mother. Rick, who was usually the only one who tried to make a conversation, was quiet today too. He had a sad look in his eyes and was struggling to catch a slice of meat in his fork. It was as if he had lost the love of his life. “Do you think he loved Alicia?” Knight inquired. “Hell no, Rick doesn’t love anyone, he doesn’t have the ability to love, if he does, you wouldn’t see him with different chicks all the time. He has never really had a serious girlfriend, it’s almost as if someone broke him, it’s not like I care.” I remarked and shoved a spoon full of salad in my mouth. I loved eating healthy so I could live long enough to control the pack. My phone rang, breaking the silence. I fished it out of my pocket, glanced at the
Nora’s POV I zipped up my leather pants and pulled on my long-sleeve black shirt. I checked myself in the mirror and adjusted my black face mask. I looked like a ninja, but I didn’t care. I was going to catch the claw killer, and that was all that mattered. “Mom, are you going on a date?” Asher asked, walking into my room. He looked adorable in his SpongeBob pyjamas, and his grey eyes were glowing in my dimly lit room. I smiled and squatted at his level. “No, sweetie, I’m not going on a date. I’m just going out with Zane, that’s all.” “You know, if you make him your boyfriend, Matt and I won’t have a problem with that, right?” he persisted. “Uh, I know, but he is just a friend, and you don’t have to know everything. Now, go to bed, okay? It’s past your bedtime.” “Alright, mom. Have fun with him, and do not forget to come back early.” Asher hugged me and ran back to his room. I let out a sigh and grabbed my purse from the nightstand. I headed for the main door and was abou
Alpha George’s POVMy head was throbbing, and my mouth was dry. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy and sore. I could hear faint voices, muffled and distorted. I strained to listen, hoping to find out where I was and what was happening to me."...have to kidnap him...going to make him take me back..." A familiar voice, sweet and soft, said, I could tell it was Alicia's."...wouldn't take you back...broke up with you...going to help you get him back...trust me..." Another voice, deep and gruff, but with a hint of madness and cruelty. It was Alicia's father, he was a very dangerous man and also a criminal mastermind. In the past, he had been involved in drug trafficking, human trafficking, and murder. They were talking about me as if I was a prize to be won, a toy to be played with, or a pawn to be manipulated."This is what you get for getting engaged to his daughter all in the name of love when we both know she was chosen by your father and you had to accept her to please him
Nora’s POV We sneaked into the park, avoiding the security cameras and the guards. We reached the tree and started to look around for any clues. It was hard to see anything in the dim light, but I noticed a small red button at the foot of the tree. I touched it, curious to see what it could do. Suddenly, a small passage opened up in the tree, revealing a goddamn dark tunnel. I gasped in surprise and stepped back to look at it. Zane's eyes widened in shock as he saw the passage. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Wait a minute, Miss Famous. Don’t go in there it could be a trap.” He remarked. “Let me go first, I am the cop, remember?” he said, flashing his badge. I rolled my eyes at him. He always acted like he was the man, and I was the damsel in distress. He forgot that I was a photographer and that I had seen my fair share of danger. I wanted to go in there and see what was inside. Maybe we could find the claw killer or some evidence. I heaved a sigh and pinched my nose clos
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