Author’s POV Arctic needles of fear pierced Nora’s spine, followed by a slow simmer of rage. “I didn’t know you were so..." Nora opened her mouth to answer, but her voice got stuck in her throat like a ball of dough. The sounds of loud footsteps filled the air, and she turned and saw Leo. He was walking towards them with an angry look on his face. Her heartbeats pulsed like they were finally alive, and she ran to him, jumping into his strong arms. She hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear. “…Thank goodness you are alive. I thought something bad must have happened to you because Jack refused to tell me where you were.” Alicia watched them with a sneer and folded her hands across her chest. "Wait a minute... Don’t tell me you turned down George’s proposal because of a loser like him. Since when did you two become an item?” Relief flooded Nora’s system as she broke the hug and glared at Alicia. “If that was really the case, trust me, I would have chosen Leo without hesitation. Ge
Author’s POV Leo sprinted away from the henchmen who were chasing him down the road. He had slashed and stabbed them with his sword, but they were too stubborn to give up. He had to save Nora and the kids from the limo that was speeding away. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He glanced at the sword in his hand and tossed it aside. His eyes drifted to a bike parked in front of the convenience store, and he ran towards it. He was in luck. The key was still in the ignition. He jumped on the bike and turned it on. “Hey! That’s my bike, you motherfucker!!” Someone shouted behind him. He tilted his head and saw that it was the owner of the bike running out of the store with bags of groceries. “Sorry, man. I will bring it back to you, I promise!” Leo shouted over his shoulder as he zoomed after the limousine. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and saw a soda can rolling on the road. He glanced back and saw that the henchmen had hijacked a taxi and were throwing anything they co
George’s POVI was running around the packhouse with my sons, feeling their small hands in mine and hearing their giggles and squeals. We chased each other through the halls and rooms, dodging furniture and people, making a mess of everything. We didn’t care, we were having fun.A chuckle escaped my throat as they ran into the courtyard, where the sun was shining so brightly. My heart swelled at the sight of my mate. She looked stunning as always. She was wearing an orange dress that flowed around her slender body, accentuating her curves and her creamy skin.A swarm of butterflies was taking flight in my stomach. I wanted nothing but to hold her in my arms and kiss her until my lips were sore. I ran towards her, calling her name. She stretched out her hand to me, and I was about to reach it when...“Ow!!” I felt a sharp slap on my cheek, snapping me out of my dream. I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. I was not in dreamland anymore. I was in my bedroom, lying on my bed. And the
George’s POV Tears streamed down Alicia’s face, making her mascara run. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She looked pathetic, but I felt no sympathy for her. “…did you drag me into this room just to cry in my face? If not, tell me what you want, because I don’t have all the time in the world.” I declared in a cold voice. Her mouth twitched. She closed the distance between us and clutched my shirt, gazing into my eyes with a desperate expression. “… Honey, please tell me the truth. Have you ever cheated on me when we were together? I know how much you hate cheating, so answer my question.” Her question caught me off guard. Memories of that night flooded my mind. The taste of Nora’s tongue, the feel of her skin against mine. I swallowed hard to keep my shock and looked at her with a straight face. “No, I never cheated on you. You were the one that cheated on me and brought Nora to ruin our lives in the first place.” “Lies!” she screamed, and she slapped me
Nora’s POVGrease dripped down my chin as I bit into the burger. I didn’t care about the mess. I was starving. I washed it down with a sip of coke, ignoring the bubbles that tickled my throat. A warm smile pulled at my lips as I glanced at my sons, who were sleeping peacefully on either side of me.Leo was sitting across from me, devouring a burger of his own. He had a bottle of champagne in his hand instead of coke. My eyes drifted to my mother, who was also sleeping on the seat of the limo. She looked frail and sick, and I didn’t know how much time she had left.My gut twisted into knots as I recalled how I met Leo. “Hey, I know you don’t like talking when you are eating, but I have a question for you,” I said, breaking the silence. “…how did you know I was going to my mother’s house?” A muscle twitched beneath his eye, and he scratched his head. “Um, I saw you and your sons leaving the packhouse in the middle of the night,” he muttered. “I… I was curious, so I fo
Nora’s POV The leader staggered back, his nose bleeding. He roared, his eyes blazing. He lunged at Leo, his claws out. A fight broke out, a blur of fists and blood. The other warriors joined in, some of them trying to separate them and some of them cheering them on. Thick, slimy dread gnawed at my stomach as I watched them fight. I wanted to help Leo, but I was no match for the warriors. My breathing became erratic as I moved towards them, but Leo’s assistant came to my side. He grabbed my hand, pulling me back. He tried to calm me down, his voice was soothing. “Don’t worry, my lady,” he said. “My boss can handle this. He is a tough guy, after Alpha George, it’s him.” I knew he was tough, but he was outnumbered. The warriors were stronger and faster than him. They could hurt him or worse. I watched as Leo fought, his movements swift and precise. He dodged, he kicked, and he punched. He landed some hits, but he also took some. He was bleeding from his lips, his eye, and his cheek.
Nora’s POV My eyelids fluttered open, and I gasped at the sight before me. Leo was—was lying next to me on the floor of the limousine, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand clutching mine. As if he was afraid to let go. His face was inches from mine, and his breath was warm on my cheek. How did we end up in this position? I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. I couldn’t help but look at him. His well-tanned skin was shining in the morning light, and he looked extremely beautiful up close. My fingers trembled as I forced my hand out of his grip and felt the urge to touch his face. But. He. Opened. His. Eyes. “What are you doing?” he inquired, his voice low and husky. “Um, nothing,” I lied, feeling my face heat up. He smiled—a wicked and sexy smile that made my heart flutter. “You can touch any part of my face you want, you know. And if it happens to be the part I can give you, I won’t hesitate to give.” Those words cycled through my brain like the world’s most h
Nora’s POV The phone slipped from my hand, and I stared at it in disbelief. How the hell did he have a message for me? Thomas was supposed to be locked up in a maximum-security prison, not sending messages to his victims. “Who is this?” I demanded, hoping it was some sick prank. A familiar voice answered, sounding calm and smug. “Nora, it’s Detective Ken. I’m calling from the detention center. The claw killer has made a special request to see you. He says he has something important to tell you.” My fear crisped, turning into anger. Why would he want to see me? “I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to hear anything from him. He is a monster, and he deserves to rot in hell.” “… I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice. He is throwing a fit here. He says he won’t cooperate with the investigation unless he talks to you," he said. “Some security prevented him from committing suicide a few days ago. He is threatening to kill himself if you don’t show up.” A groan of frustration wrench
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