AUTHOR’S POV Leo dragged his sword across the floor, making sparks fly in the rain. He was heading towards the group of warriors who guarded the border, with Jack following behind him with a gun. Jack fired the gun into the air, making a loud bang that echoed in the morning sky. The warriors turned their heads and saw the two intruders approaching them. “Who the hell are you?” The leader shouted, grabbing his own sword. “Oh, Leo, what do you want now? Are you leaving the pack again?” Leo’s jaw twitched, the fury circling in his core, begging him to behead the leader. He stopped a few feet away from the warriors, his eyes turning a yellow hue. “I want the cure,” he said. “The cure for the wolfsbane poison you injected into my cousin’s body. He is dying, you bastards. You weren’t supposed to do that to him. You were just supposed to stall him while I leave with my girlfriend.” Jack opened his mouth to speak, but his voice got stuck in his throat like a ball of dough. He didn’t like
NORA’S POV I walked into the building of the forensics department with a confident swagger, wearing clothes that said I knew what I was doing. The air was humid and thick with nostalgia. I was happy that there was no press in front of the company, but as I arrived in the main lobby. A fist of shock punched through my happiness as I saw a few cameras and microphones waiting for me. “Welcome back, Nora!” My fellow co-workers greeted me with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. “We missed the hell out of you!” Panic seized my chest, but I masked it with a polite smile. “What’s going on?” I asked them, trying to sound casual, but I was freaking out. “W-Why are there press here? What’s the occasion?” I questioned, like someone who had a phobia of cameras. My blonde co-worker, the one I drank after I got my heart broken, leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Psst, our boss has asked them to come. He wants you to grant them an exclusive interview in his office. He says it’s a gre
NORA’S POVI forced myself to my feet but tripped and fell back on the bathroom floor. A painful lump blocked the flow of oxygen to my lungs. The last thing I heard was footsteps running towards me and someone shouting my name. Then everything went black.My head flew back, and my eyes burst open. I was—I was in a hospital bed. The room was dark and quiet, except for the beeping of the machines. I looked around and saw Leo sitting on a chair next to me. He was asleep, his head resting on his arms.Why am I here? Then it hit me—my babies. I reached for the tubes attached to my arm and pulled them out. Pain and blood throbbed and burned in my arm, but I ignored it. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. But I was too weak and dizzy. I stumbled and tripped over Leo’s foot. I fell on top of his lap, waking him up.He opened his eyes and looked at me with surprise and concern. He held me in place with his arms wrapped around my waist.“Where are you going?” He inqu
AUTHOR’S POVGuilt and anger flared in Leo’s chest as he watched the police car drive away with Nora inside. He had failed to protect her or stop Alicia from framing her for a crime she didn’t commit.“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and clenched his fists. He had to find a way to get her out and prove her innocence. A slightly shaky sigh left his lips. He turned around and started to walk back to Nora’s apartment, hoping to find some clues or evidence that could help him. He was halfway there when a loud scream pierced the air. It was familiar, and he recognized it as one of the twins.Leo quickened his pace, his heart pounding against his ribs like a hammer. He reached the apartment building and ran up the stairs, skipping two steps at a time. He arrived at the door and saw that it was open. He pushed it and entered, only to be met with a chaotic scene.Two cops were holding the twins in their arms, trying to drag them out of the apartment. Alicia was standing behind them, shoutin
AUTHOR’S POVAlicia opened the window of the villa, letting the cool wind and the silver moonlight fill the room. She gasped at the hill that loomed over the villa, a dark silhouette against the sparkly sky.“Shit, I guess I have to do this,” she said with a long sigh, and she turned around, her long hair whipping behind her. She faced the twins, who sat at the dining table, their plates untouched. They had been crying silently ever since she brought them to the villa in the afternoon.Unhappiness clouded her eyes. She walked towards them, her hips swaying, and took out a small remote from her pocket. The remote was connected to the electric bracelets that she had forced them to wear on their wrists. She slammed her hand on the table, making the twins flinch.“Eat!” she barked, her voice echoing in the spacious room.They shook their heads, their eyes wide with terror and defiance.“…please don’t be afraid,” she said, changing her tone to a fake sweetness. “I’m your legal mother, and
GEORGE’S POV I grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen counter and gulped it down, feeling the liquid soothe my dry throat. I had just woken up from a restless night, plagued by nightmares of Nora’s disappearance. My breaths quickened as I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the fog in my mind. That’s when I saw him. A warrior in black armor was watching me from the corner of the kitchen, his eyes wide with fear. As soon as our eyes met, he bolted out of the door, running like a scared cat. My jaw went slack. I threw the cup aside and chased after him, feeling the rage boil in my veins. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught up to him in the middle of the hallway and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall with a loud thud. “Who the fuck are you? Why were you watching me?” I growled, baring my fangs at him. “I…I…wasn’t watching….” He stuttered and shook, refusing to finish his speech. He was a pathetic excuse for a warrior, and I could tell he was up to no good. I t
AUTHOR’S POV A small smile flitted across Alicia’s face as she browsed through the colorful clothes on the rack, looking for something suitable for the twins. She had promised herself that she would take care of them for as long as they were with her. She turned to the seller, a young she-wolf with a friendly face, and asked. “What do you think is the best size for nine-year-olds? You see, I am quite new to all this." They were both standing in a corner in the living room of the villa. The seller checked the tag on one of the shirts and answered, “Um, I think this one should fit them well. It’s a medium, but it has some stretch to it. Do you want to try it on them?” Alicia nodded and reached for the shirt when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number. But she knew exactly who it was. “Hold on a minute, I will be back, I need to answer this call." She excused herself and walked to the large window that overlooked the garden. She pulled the
AUTHOR’S POV George held Alicia at gunpoint, forcing her to walk backward into the living room with her hands raised in surrender. His eyes darted around the room, looking for any trace of the twins, but he only saw a seller standing by a few clothing racks, her face pale and her body trembling. “Get out of here!” He snapped at the seller, who dropped the clothes in her hand on the couch and bolted out of the room. “Alicia, please, listen to me,” George pleaded, his voice cracking. “You can still live a beautiful life, you can have a family again, just like you have always dreamed of. Besides, you are already pregnant with Rick's baby, just accept him and tell me where the twins are.” Alicia shook her head, hot tears streaming down her face. She backed away from him, her voice shaky. “N-No, honey, you don’t understand. They are my children, I can’t just let Nora have them, no matter how hard I try, and I want them to meet their little brother as well.” Embers of anger glowed in G
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