Cameron's P.O.V I watched Freya approach the table while taking out her notepad. Her expression changed in a split second before she reached my table and her ever-present frown turned into a fake-bright smile as she greeted me. "Hi, I'm Freya, your server today. What can I get…" Her voice faded as she looked up from her notepad and into my eyes. The smile vanished from her face as her brows furrowed and she bit her lower lip, as if debating what to do next. I had to say, even though it had been fake, I liked it when she had a smile on her face. Her dark hair was cut too short for my liking, but even then, she looked pretty. Why hadn't I noticed before how pretty she looked? What I didn't like however, was just how skinny she was…almost like she was starving herself. "Two cups of coffee, please." I told her, with a polite smile. Her frown deepened at the mention of 'two', but she didn't comment on it. "And what kind of coffee
Cameron's P.O.V Darcia spotted me almost instantly, his grey-gold eyes narrowing as his lips tilted up in a smirk. And before I knew it, he was heading in my direction and sliding into the seat that Freya had used only a few seconds ago. He hadn't changed a bit since his early teens. His emo vide was still going strong and I hate to admit it, but it actually added to his bad-boy personality. His hair was now long enough that it touched his shoulders and his favourite color in clothing still appeared to be all black. To add to his persona, he was even wearing ten rings on ten of his fingers, all made of silver and all having skull images curved into the silver. Contrary to popular belief, wolves weren't affected by silver at all. It was forest herbs of a special kind that affected us more. Moonflower, among others was a flower extremely poisonous to wolves, especially if someone put it into our food or drinks. It could poison our blood and cause weakness and disable us
Freya's P.O.V Something had happened today…something that I wasn't even aware of. The second the bell had rung over the door…Cameron's expression had done a 180 and he had gone from pleading to frowning to straight out mean in a matter of seconds. But what made me even more nervous was the boy who came to visit Cameron. Dark hair as black as the night and grey eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. There was just something about the boy that just seemed…off. Like Cameron and the rest of his squad, this boy too was handsome, bordering on the side of beautiful even. Chiselled appearance, sharp jaw and a pointed nose and a body made by an expert sculpture. His T-shirt had seemed plastered to his body and with every movement he made with his hands, I was afraid that his shirt would rip apart any second. But even with his God-like looks…there was an aura about him that just screamed danger in capital letters. Was that why Cameron was suddenly bein
Freya's P.O.V I had sent Julian off to a friend's house that night, for a sleep-over with one of his classmates. I hadn't realized that his friend's mom would be so welcoming when it came to Julian; turns out, they really liked Julian and I hadn't even realized it. After all, just because the entire place hated me didn't mean that they felt the same about my five year old brother. But I knew something was wrong the second we stepped out of the van and were stopped at the gate to the humongous estate at 132 C.R Avenue, around eleven o' clock at night. "You have an invite?" One of the two guards at the gate asked us, their brows furrowed as they looked us up and down in disdain. "Yes," Jeremy took out the card from the envelop he was holding and handed it to the guards. "We're here to deliver food." The guards exchanged questioning looks as they both came forward to study the card. They were both tall and muscular and dressed in
Freya's P.O.V I followed behind Derek hesitantly, each step making me feel like I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. But did I really have a choice now? I couldn't turn back even if I wanted to. Roger might have forgiven me after my dad went and threw a tantrum at the restaurant, but this time, I don't think he'll be as forgiving. If there was one thing Roger hated the most, it was the wastage of food and now, because of me, a hundred orders of burgers and fries was going to be wasted, probably donated for free and from Roger's own pocket, if I didn't manage to earn the three thousand dollars that Derek promised in exchange for wanting me as a server. 'You're a fool!' My mind told me. 'He promised you nothing and you'll be regretting this decision as soon as you step inside the building.' But even if I was the fool, I couldn't let Roger and his restaurant suffer because of me. The gated estate sprawled for acres on each side, consisting most
Freya's P.O.V The minute I stepped inside my house…I knew that my father was back. Several of the furniture's were overturned and the house looked like a tornado had hit it while I was away. Broken plates and vases, papers and god knows what else lay on the floor. I stepped inside carefully, making sure that I didn't step on anything important. My father was back for money and this time, he was desperate. Still a voice in my head asked, 'when was he not desperate for money'? He had made gambling his entire life and I was tired of cleaning up after him. I was done dealing with his shit. A crashing sound came from my room. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stayed put. He wasn't just invading my privacy, but he was also destroying things that were precious to me. I didn't want to be anywhere near him at this point. As the stench of alcohol filled my nostrils, from the champagne that had dried on my clothes, I rubbed my arms to stop the shiver. I didn'
Cameron's P.O.V "Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" Sarah's father took the microphone to make an announcement. "The moment you've all been waiting for is here! Please welcome the birthday boy and his beautiful date onstage." 'I'm so sorry.' Sarah told me via the mental bond. 'First the dress and now this…I don't think he understands that mating bonds can't be forced.' 'It's alright.' I smile at her outwardly as I kept up the mental connection. 'Let's just get this show over with.' 'Yes, everything will become clear in a few seconds.' Sarah added as I got on stage and helped her up. The crowd, that consisted of all unmated women of the pack, from teens to young adults, started counting down the time left for my birthday. I took Sarah's hand and looked at the crowd with a smile, but no matter how I tried, it felt suffocating. When Sarah had appeared at my house, wearing a dress that had the same design as my jacket, I knew that it
Cameron's P.O.V The shock of the mating bond forming and the full force of the imprint had left me speechless; and before I knew it, it had already been too late. Derek had poured his drink on top of Freya's head, making her a laughing stock among the teens. If my father hadn't been there to intervene, I don't know what I would have done. But he stopped me from going too far with Derek and now, I was wondering if I even knew the boy who used to me my friend! I arrived at the street with the old rundown houses and moss covered fences in less than twenty minutes, but as soon as I entered the neighbourhood…something seemed off. I looked out at the two storied house which I knew was hers and got off the car. But then I paused mid-step. What was I going to tell Freya when I saw her? What could I possibly say to ease her hurt? To make her humiliation go away? Fuck! I really screwed up! I walked up to the front porch hesitantly, unsure of what I was going t
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