Freya's P.O.V "Up next, Freya Wilder." Excited, giddy and a little disoriented, I headed to the stage and accepted my graduation diploma from the Principal. I looked back at the audience, watching Cameron and Sarah clap the loudest in the audience. I felt a stupid grin stretch on my lips as I help up my diploma in my hands, as if it was some kind of grand prize, before rushing off the stage in embarrassment. Damnit! I really made it didn't I? I graduated from high school. I know it wasn't a big deal for so many people out there, but for me it was. I had nearly given up on my studies, my dreams. I had given up on life itself once. And for me to come all this way…I couldn't believe I was one of the lucky ones. Not only had I made it to high school graduation, but I was well set for college and I was a couple million dollars richer as well. Two days after we came back home to the pack house safely, the witches council came to visit me. It was a huge
Freya's P.O.V I traced the paw prints on the wet sand, tiny little ones followed by larger ones. The larger ones were just as big as my own foot prints. The winds from the sea shore blew my long hair back from my face; I knew they would be hell to untangle, but I wanted to let my hair down for once and feel the wind blowing through them, making me feel free. This took me back to ages ago, when I had once been a tormented teenager, lost and confused; wanting nothing more than to end my life because it had lost all meaning. Today, I had everything I could possibly dream of, everything the seventeen year old Freya didn't even have the luxury of dreaming about. Maybe this was why the saying always went 'it has to get worse before it gets better'. I knew from the experiences in my own life that those words were so very true. I had to stare death in the face multiple times before I could have my happily ever after with my soulmate. Was it always happily ev
Darcia's P.O.V "Baby…" Katherine leaned against my bike, her green eyes narrowed at me as she studied me from head to toe. "You've been very distant lately. Is something wrong?" "No." I gave her an almost half-hearted answer as I drank from my coffee cup. Truth be told, I had been extremely distracted since last month. I had finally turned eighteen, the age at which a wolf was supposed to find their mate. And yet, I haven't been able to find that one person who had been chosen for me by the Moon Goddess. Katherine was an amazing girl and we had been dating for the past year now, but the second I had turned eighteen and found out that she wasn't my mate, everything between us had changed in an instant. I had been trying to figure out a way to break it off with her, without looking like a complete douche, but I was failing miserably in that department. So I went ahead and started being as elusive as possible. Maybe if I'm paying less
Julian's P.O.V 'Dear Big Sis… I met a girl recently…and I think she's a witch.' "Shit!" I deleted the entire text and stared grudgingly at my screen. "Who the fuck writes 'Dear' in their emails anymore?" Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes and thought about what to write to my sister or how to place the pressing issue at hand. My ginormous crush on Dixie Vaughn, the 'goth' girl that had stolen my heart at first sight. The first day of college had been the most uneventful day of my life; completely different from what I had imagined the day to be like. But when I had entered my first class of the day, thinking that this would be just as eventful as a middle-aged professor with glasses entered with a pile of books and began introducing the subject and himself to the class…in had come Dixie, wearing all black, her hair in braids and metal hoops and a dragon tattoo on one hand, that covered the entire length of her arm. Her crop top
※ Synopsis ※ Alexander Cabot, the future beta of Cameron and the most trustful friend of Freya…is no longer the boy everyone had known. Now, his wolf is close to losing control as it is eager to find their mate. However, when the fateful encounter occurs, the situation becomes more whirling. Untamable and alluring, a rogue mate so in-tune with his wolf, even though she has almost lost her humanity...There are countless secrets surrounding her. Who is she? Where did she come from? How did she lose her memory? What will she bring to the Pack? As new enemies rise with dangers hiding at every corner, will Alex be able to find the real her? Will he earn her love after revealing her broken past? Or will he give in to his own monsters, tearing his friends and family apart like they meant nothing? ※ Prologue: Just another Faceless Body ※ Alex's P.O.V "You sure you'll be alright on your own?" Derek Roland, my friend and sparring partner, asked as he
Alex's P.O.V I went back to the packhouse late next morning. I knew I was going to get in trouble as soon as I stepped into the dining area to sneak something to eat back to my room but came face to face with Freya instead. Luna in training and a powerful witch in her own right, Cameron's mate raised her eyebrows at me as soon as she saw me sneak in. "Judging from the stench of alcohol on your clothes, I'd say you're sneaking back in after some wild late night endeavors." She shook her head in disappointment. "Sit down, Alex. I'll get you something to eat." Sighing, I took a seat at the little dining table especially for the higher rank members, the table that we had been using since we were kids. Hardly ten minutes later, Freya laid out an entire feast in front of me that included almost all of my favorite breakfast items and a large cup of piping hot coffee. My eyes narrowed at her absolutely angelic expression. "You're babying m
Rogue Wolf's P.O.V My wolf howled inside my mind, drowning out every other voice in the vicinity. My vision was red and I knew exactly what it meant…but I couldn't do anything. I was no longer myself. I was no longer in control. I was a rogue. I tried my best to revisit old memories; comb through the fog that clouded me in from every direction, but I couldn't move past the haze. All I could do was watch through the fog as my wolf ran through miles and miles of woods, searching…raging… I could hear the ferocious noises that came out of my mind, feel the saliva dripping from the side of my mouth…and yet, I couldn't do anything. I was a spectator inside my own body; almost like I was in a coma. Someone who could see everything, feel everything…but do nothing. Why was I in this state? Why was I suddenly a rogue? How did I get here? Did I have anyone who had caused me to become rogue? My mind was so jumbled that I had no idea what I was even s
Alex's P.O.V "Get me the tranquilizer." I shouted at the man following behind me as I held out my hand for the gun. He did so immediately, without hesitation. If the guards were right and this was really a rogue, then there would be no reasoning with it. The best option should have been to get an actual gun and shoot it through the head… But there was this nagging feeling inside my mind that I shouldn't kill it. 'Are you sure we should keep it alive?' One of the patrol guards asked via the mental link. They were currently in the clearing near the beach where the rogue had been spotted, with tattered clothes and blood all over her body. 'Positive', I replied to the guard. 'Keep the patrol unit armed with tranqs, just in case there are more of them to follow.' 'Affirmative.' It was a high risk, keeping a rogue alive, but I had to. My wolf kept telling me that I 'had' to. My wolf had never been this desperate before, especial
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s