Before I could even form a response, a series of loud thumps and frantic barking erupted from outside. We both snapped our heads to the door of the theater room. The room was soundproof, so I couldn't clearly understand the shouting and yelling. Nicholas’s jaw tightened as if he already knew who was outside causing the commotion. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice clipped. "Wait!" I grabbed his arm, "I'm not staying put." He hesitated, his gaze softening for a moment. "Stay here, Florence, please…" he said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. I reluctantly nodded, “O-okay.” Then, with that he left the room, leaving me alone. Part of me was so uneasy that I began pacing in my place, biting my nails. “Argh” I grumbled and went to the door. Using my werewolf hearing, I tried my best to focus on the conversation outside. An uneasy feeling sank into my stomach when I heard an eerily familiar. "You will answer for this betrayal, Alpha! You break your promise, toy
I tried to open my mouth to explain, but before I could, the loud echo of Layla's slap resonated in the air. The force made my head turn to the side, and I stumbled backward. It stung, but it couldn't match the pain in my heart right now. “HOW DARE YOU LIE TO US?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED BARON! YOU F*CKING PSYCHO SPY!” she screamed, about to slap me a second time, but Gayle interrupted and pulled her away. “Calm the heck down, Layla,” Gayle scolded. “How could I when the murderer of Baron was with us! How could I when the woman I treated as my sister was lying to all of us from the start!” I raised my head, biting my lip so hard I could taste my blood, trying to stop my tears. I attempted to reach Layla, but Clifford blocked me, his eyes blazing in silent fury. “Don't think about it,” he spat, his hand balled into a fist. “Don’t try.” My mother chimed in with a mocking tone, “So, Alpha, what are you going to do now—” "Leave us," Nicholas said, his voice strained and
I was breathing hard, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding through me. I just wanted to stop and cry myself to sleep. “Yes, I will not deny who I am. I am… the daughter of the mad rogue and a Lycan—a hybrid. I am Veilos or Makayla Ellis. I am the same person. I am a spy who gathers information. I am the wanted woman you are hunting. I am that person,” I clenched my fist so hard my nails dug into my palms, “But I didn't kill Baron.” He shook his head, “you do.” “I don't! Yes, I was ordered to spy on the MadCrest Pride. I went there alone only to find the other dead bodies of the Lycan on the floor. I met a man who asked me if I was Veilios. He was the one who told me that the rogues were after me. Before we realized this, the rogues started hunting me and…” my lips trembled at the memory, “We fought so hard but there were too many, and the building began burning.” Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I recounted the moment. "He saved me. His wolf resurfaced, and I felt h
The next night….. Nicholas’s POV The ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts, each a testament to the sleepless night I'd just endured. The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke. Empty whiskey bottles stood on the desk, no use for numbing the pain in my heart. “F*ck” A curse sprang to my lips. This soul-crushing agony was unlike anything I'd ever known. I'd gladly endure a physical wound over this. My wolf, Berion, had remained silent throughout the day, but I'd felt his howl of anguish the moment the truth pierced our ears. One thing was certain: coming to terms with our mate being the very spy we hunted was a struggle we both faced. A harsh rap on the door shattered the silence, snapping me from my thoughts. Before I could even bark an order to enter, the door creaked open, revealing a sight that only added to my frustration. "I'm not in the mood for visitors," I stated curtly, downing another shot of alcohol. Politeness had worn thin. Sarah, Samantha's mothe
Another, sharper slap sent tears streaming down my face. "I did everything for you, Samantha! I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? By throwing away your future?" "What future, Mom?" I cried. "There was no future the moment he found his mate! There was no future the moment I betrayed him." "Don't you grasp the situation? His mate couldn't be Luna—she was branded a criminal as a spy!" A bitter laugh escaped my lips. How utterly hypocritical I was. While I'd harbored the desire for Florence's demise, learning she was both Nicholas' mate and, to my immense shame, my stepsister, flipped my world upside down. I'd known of a stepsibling, but Florence never crossed my mind. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Mom?" "What is there to be ashamed of?" "You abandoned your own child," My mother shook her head dismissively, "We've already discussed this. She is not my child. Forget everything and just accept—" My voice trembled as I interrupted, "You're to blame
Florence's POV I sat against the cold, damp stone, feeling the chill seeping through my clothes. Hunger pangs gnawed at my stomach. It had been seven long days in this place, surviving on a meager meal each day. However, the real challenge wasn't the physical discomfort but the silence that surrounded me. No messages or visits from Nicholas or anyone else, except for the maid—Lena who silently brought my food. The woman didn't even let her eyes land on me. If there is one thing I am grateful for the past seven days here in the jail, it is for the brief 5-minute baths they allowed me three times this week, though it was under the watchful eye of a female guard in a bathroom devoid of a window, ventilation, or even a mirror. Aware that my time here was limited, I couldn't help but wonder about the punishment Nicholas might be contemplating. I silently hoped for a quick death. Leaning against the cold stone wall, all I could do was wish that Nicholas would reconsider whatever pun
Clifford interjected, "The video showed Sara with a male companion. Were you involved, and what explains her northward direction? Based on the traces, she seemed so sure about her destination." A small smile played on my lips. I knew Sara was a clever girl. "Yes, I instructed her to head north," I explained. "Though she could shift, she lacked proper training. I offered basic guidance for her and her wolf, directing her to my house to collect any necessities." That’s….” Gayle shakes her head, “Badass” Isaac remained unconvinced. "How can we be sure you're telling the truth?" "The CCTV footage from Madam Barbara's club can verify my story. The man who struck the deal with me visited on May 12th, around 9 pm." Nicholas's voice turned dark and dangerous. "Was he the one who marked your neck with those red lines that night?" I nodded curtly. "Yes." "Do you recall his name?" "Austin Bates. And..." I hesitated, "he's a member of the Mad Crest Pride." Clifford
After a few hours, finally, sleep decided to visit me. I lay curled on the cold stone floor. But just as the edges of consciousness began to blur, a familiar scent pierced the stale air – a blend of cedarwood and sandalwood, a scent that sent a jolt through my body.Nicholas.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to be a figment of my tortured imagination. But the sound of approaching footsteps, heavy and deliberate, shattered the illusion. It was then his voice that confirmed it was not my imagination.“Are you asleep?”I opened my eyes and instantly sat upright, staring at him. “W-what are you doing here?” I asked, stunned.He stopped in the cell opposite mine, leaning to the bars. The clinking of the bottle held the only sound room. He sat on the floor casually clad in casual sweatpants and a t-shirt. My gaze landed on the bottle in his hand, half-empty and held with a loose grip."Couldn't sleep," he confessed, his voice tired, "Couldn't stop thinking."I bite my lip to stop the te
Nicholas’s POV The air crackled with energy that buzzed right through me. It wasn't my own, though. Mine simmered low, a slow burn fueled by nervous excitement and a simmering pride. No, the nervous energy radiating like heat waves originated from the room itself, a collective held their breath as the music swelled and the double doors at the far end of the aisle creaked open. There she was. Lily. No, Florence. Not quite. Today, she was a vision in white, a goddess emerging from the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows. The years hadn't touched her, not a single cruel line etched onto that face that had haunted my dreams for so long. She is still that beautiful being in my eyes with her dark blonde hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling brightly at the moment. She was wearing a white gown and a white veil on her head while her hand was clasped on a bouquet made of Lily of the Valleys. I noticed a nervous tremor in the hand that gripped Percival's arm as his, a
The salty breeze ruffled the pages of my book as I leaned back in the wicker chair, the sun already hidden, painting the sky with a darkness filled with stars. A contented sigh escaped my lips. It’s already been six months since Nicholas and I started over again which means dating for real like a normal couple. Both of us pushed our work stuff and it was one of the best decisions I made. Six months of travel, dates, adventures, and laughter-filled days. We'd tried everything from visiting ancient ruins in Greece to white-water rafting in New Zealand. Right now, we are in one of Nicholas's owned islands, perched beside me on the balcony of his secluded beach house, absorbed in his own book, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand. I set my book down with a soft thud, the sound breaking the comfortable silence. "So, Nicholas," I began, his blue eyes locking onto mine as he glanced up. I directly asked the question that popped into my head, "Why are we still mates?" Surpris
Soon after, the night had fallen, painting the sky a canvas of inky blue dotted with a million shimmering stars. Dressed in a stylish, midnight-hued dress that clung to my curves in all the right places, I emerged from the bathroom. A gasp escaped Charlotte's lips, and even Sara, usually so composed, let out a surprised whistle. "Wow, Lils," Charlotte breathed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look incredible!" Sara, her phone clutched in her hand, held it up to my face. On the screen, a video call connected me to the familiar faces of Percival, Quinn, and his husband. "Hey guys!" I greeted them, my voice filled with a genuine smile. "There she is!” Quinn exclaimed, his booming laugh filling the room. “Hey, kiddo" boomed Percival's voice, "Our own famous artist" Quinn chimed in, "You look stunning, honey! We can't wait to see you smash this exhibition!" His husband, a kind-looking man with warm brown eyes, offered a shy smile and a wave. "Good luck," he mouthed si
6 years later….. My fingers traced the worn frame of the photograph hanging on the plain white wall. A simple black-and-white capture: a lone tree silhouetted against a fiery sunset, its branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. It evoked emotions that felt like a lifetime ago, not the picture itself. "Just making sure, Lily," a soft voice broke through my reverie. "Tomorrow's the big day, you know. Your fifth exhibition and your first appearance." I chuckled, glancing to my left. A beautiful woman stood beside me. Her closely cropped hair, a riot of ebony curls, framed a face that, though small, held a radiant warmth. Her skin, a rich, warm brown, seemed to glow with an inner light. "Tenth time this week, wouldn't you say?" I asked. She grinned, a flash of white against her warm brown skin. "Maybe. But this is different. People are buzzing about you, Lily. The mysterious artist finally makes an appearance after four years." My gaze swept across the gallery, taking in
Keith let out a cruel laugh. "I used all my strongest rogues to deal with the Lycans," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And your dear Nicholas... Well, let's just say he put up a good fight. The man was a monster indeed. His regenerating ability was remarkable" My gaze fell upon the jacket he wore, a small device embedded in one of the pockets like a dark eye staring back at me. "Is that the button?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes seem lifeless. Keith raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He nodded curtly. "The button for the chips in the rogues? Yes. One press, and they all die a quick, painless death. Useful to threaten them to do something" My face was cold and unreadable as I turned to him, watching him light his cigarette. “Want some?” he offered. I reached for the cigarette he offered, lighting it. As I inhaled, a single thought echoed in my mind: everything had to end. “You know you need to cooperate with t
Seizing the opportunity, I turned and ran, deeper into the dense darkness of the forest to the clearing. I can see it. I had made a choice, a terrible one that left me torn between self-preservation and the agonizing cost it had come at. But as I ran, I couldn't shake the image of Nicholas, wounded, facing the wrath of the rogues because of me. The burden of that decision would be a heavy one to bear, one that I knew I would bring to my death. Suddenly, a blur of fur shot out from my peripheral vision. I snapped my head around just in time to see another rogue, its red eyes zeroing in on me. I reached for the gun. But my hand met only empty air. “Huh, of course it is gone” I scoffed in annoyance. I flung myself aside, barely avoiding the snapping jaws of the beast. But the momentum of my dodge carried me off balance, sending me tumbling to the ground. As I lay there, sprawled, the rogue loomed above, its fetid breath washing over me. An instinct older than thought, deepe
A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed five wolves, their sleek fur gleaming in the daylight, chased after me, led by the imposing figure of the black wolf. He was larger and faster than the rest, impossibly so, but I couldn't stop. They were so fast that our distance was just so small. “What the f*ck?”I cursed. Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled inside the car came to life, a very familiar voice cutting through the sound of the engine. I know it belongs to Keith Caldwell. "Hurry! Meet me at the cliff. I've set the GPS coordinates. I know you can hear me Florence. Hurry, if you want to finally escape and save your pack. It's just right as you are their Luna” I gritted my teeth. I am not surprised he already knew that Nicholas and I were mates. Taking deep breaths to regulate my emotions, I glanced at the GPS, memorizing the route, then opened the glove compartment seeing a grenade and a tear gas grenade. Without hesitation, I grabbed the tear gas grenade. “We should
With a shriek of pain, my mother staggered back, releasing her hold. I gasped for air, collapsing onto the forest floor. As my vision cleared, I saw my mother clutching her face, a crimson stain blooming across her fingers. "How… How did you find me?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from lack of oxygen. "Olga," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "Keith and I made a deal. I’ll help him get the rogues in the borders in exchange for… getting rid of you." The revelation made my stomach churn. My mother had orchestrated my capture, colluding with the very threat she swore to protect the pack from. "I even gave her guard schedules," my mother continued, her voice dripping with vindictive satisfaction, "making sure the rogues wouldn't be stopped at the borders long enough… for you to be… eliminated. But I hate their plan. Keith wanted you alive but I wanted you gone so the attack was merely an excuse for me to kill you" My mind reeled. The woman who had birthed me, the woman who had
I was shaking in anger as I asked, “Why are you doing this?” Olga just shrugged and a sadistic gaze glowed in her black and gold eyes, “Simply because I wanted for the line of the Lycans to end. We are living too long” I hold myself back from killing her. I still need her to find the way out. No matter how I wanted to help up there, I could only be of help to them if I killed Keith and got out of their lives. After all, everything happened because of me. “Enough chit-chat. Let's move now” Olga said. The urgency tightened its grip on my heart. I followed her silently, my steps light and quick trying my hardest to ignore the loud footsteps above and screams. After countless turns and twists, the staircase ended in a narrow tunnel. Without hesitation, we crawled through the cramped passage, the damp earth brushing against my skin. I was a little frustrated since Olga moved a little slower and honestly I am more concerned with how she was short of breath. Finally, after what