D'Angelo⚠️We marched to the front lines of battle, driven by honor and duty. Every alpha in our tribe, along with scouts, soldiers, warriors, and council members, was fully armed.I looked out over the horizon, my body slick with cold sweat. With thousands of us gathered, it was difficult for me to keep track of every one of my warriors.The moonlight barely illuminated the shadowed forest, and the wind howled outside the clearing, encircled by dark, towering trees.This chaos was not what I had envisioned when I assumed the role of Alpha. This was not the leadership I had signed up for.I prayed that no one would die as I glanced up at the sky. Speed bikes zoomed by on either side of us, alarms and sirens blaring in the night.We ensured there was a military roadblock behind us to protect our women and children before heading north.I barked orders at my team, trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. Leo and Grey trailed closely behind me, following my commands without
KiraAfter more than four days stuck in this godforsaken underground shelter, I almost cried with happiness at the thought of finally getting out into the sunlight again.The kids were falling sick, and a cough was spreading through the shelter like wildfire. Unable to stand it any longer, Zina and the leading females decided to open the main door.A few people rushed outside, desperate for a breath of fresh air, while most of us hovered around the staircase. Mom was with the omega women when I excused myself for a stroll. I stopped when I saw Zina chewing on some mint herbs, looking sick.“Are you okay? You don’t look well,” I said, rushing towards her with concern. “You need lots of rest. Don’t you think you’re overworking yourself?”She dismissed my concerns with a smile and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “It’s nothing serious. Just first-trimester pregnancy complications. The mint makes me feel better.”I gave her a small, clenched smile of pity and gently placed my hand on he
ZinaI met Leo's gaze, my eyes blazing as I stared at him. If he were a child, I would have smacked him on the head for wasting my time. I hated every second of this painful tension, but above all, I hated the tiny, scared voice that uncontrollably slipped out of my mouth.For years, I had struggled with the emotion of fear. My head was filled with painful memories of that horrible winter night when my dad died. Alone in our house, my mom and I waited for him. Hours stretched into days. He never showed up.One morning, after four days of waiting, the pack’s search team informed us that he was dead. My mother never recovered from that incident. It tore her soul apart and left a permanent scar.A voice in my head told me that I would suffer the same fate, but I refused to believe it.The world around me darkened, and I began to pant heavily as a panic I'd never felt before rose in my throat. I felt like my skin was burning as I jerked forward.Leo looked confused, and I was irritated th
ZinaI ran out of that room on autopilot.My husband's death felt like a cruel, twisted joke, and the sight of his lifeless body filled me with terror. I refused to let my final memories of him be tainted by his corpse.I wanted to remember my Grey as alive, healthy, and laughing—not lying cold, bloodied, and pale. To hold my mentally distressed self together, I gasped for air because my breathing had gone shallow. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like this.Even though I was not a prayerful person, I prayed to the goddess for a miracle."I’ll give up anything for this to be a bad joke. My mate cannot die," I pleaded internally. "If he passes away, what am I living for?"I then raised my head to the heavens, wondering why I always suffered the worst-case scenarios.Trying to console me, Leo rushed behind me and placed a hand on my back.“Why must I suffer? What have I done to deserve this constant humiliation and pain? First, my dad died, then I was childless for five years, a
KiraWhen I found out D'Angelo was still alive, a wave of relief and joy washed over me. Words couldn't express the intensity my emotions. My heart burst into a fever of excitement, pounding against my chest like a drum.Before Zina came, I had already begun grieving D'Angelo's loss, drowning in deep, painful sorrow. My mom tried to cheer me up, reminding me that the announcement was unofficial. But something felt off, judging by the expressions on the warriors' faces when they emerged from the van.Excitement quickly replaced all my sadness after learning of Zina's news. I could breathe again, feeling the lightness in my chest.My mate survived!Zina was driving us to the clinic. We drove out of the estate and into the commercial part of town. Soldiers were returning home, and families were reuniting, making the pack rowdy.I noticed that Zina was holding herself rigidly, as if someone had cut open a recently healed wound in her heart. Her lips were pinched tight, her usually lively
D’AngeloMy recovery process was agonizingly slow. I had never been sick before, but the doctors said the poison had reached some internal organs, and it would take time for my wolf to recover.They kept a close eye on everything, from my mucus-filled coughs to my sleep patterns, the color of my urine, and my shallow breathing.The most annoying part was the effect of the strong medication that caused me to constantly drift in and out of consciousness. My patience grew thin the longer I was imprisoned within these walls.Apart from Kira, I had no desire to talk to anyone, especially the medical staff."My taste buds are fucking dead," I grumbled nasally when faced with consuming the bland hospital food. I stubbornly refused, even though Kira and the nurse tried to tempt me with applesauce, mushy veggies, chicken, and rice."You need proper nourishment, D'Angelo," Kira said softly. “If all you consume is orange juice, how can you hope to get better? Your body requires lots of nutrients
KiraThere were no words on earth to describe the degree of sorrow on D'Angelo's face. There was a visible rip across his features, revealing raw grief as if a wound had reopened deep within him.Gently rubbing circles into his arms and back, I rocked him back and forth while whispering consoling words in his ear.It didn't work because he pulled away, and all I could do was gaze at him in despair. His spirits sank even lower, and he looked defeated and wretched. This was a huge loss for him, and I feared that he would have to live a lifetime of guilt."I killed him," he kept saying to himself. "I fucking killed Grey.""Don't say that," I shook my head, placing one of my hands against his cheek to wipe away stray tears before they could fall. "That wasn't you, D'Angelo. You couldn't have known that Grey would attempt such an act. Don't feel guilty for being alive. As painful as this may sound, blaming yourself won't bring him back. It'll only lead to resentment and hatred for yourself
Alexis With each step, I drew nearer to Room Ten, D’Angelo’s private ward. I hadn't set my gaze on him since he came back, and it was super offensive that people who didn't matter in his life were able to see him while I couldn't.Even though I was growing accustomed to being ignored and unloved, I had a strong desire to see him when I woke up from my afternoon nap to be sure that my baby's father was alive.My sandals quietly brushed against the floor. All I wanted was to see him breathe and leave.The door was closed. I was hesitant to knock because I didn't want to intrude on anyone, but as I was about to knock, I spotted a tiny hole in the middle of the door and quickly peeked to make sure I was in the right room.My eyes doubled over with shock at what I saw. It hit me so hard that I almost lost my balance. I stood there, tongue-tied, observing D'Angelo kiss someone else.I couldn't see her face because she was facing away, but she had long ash-blonde hair and looked rather smal
My mind fluttered away, anxious that D-Day had finally arrived. Aunt Helena didn't make it, and I was sure that I would see her on the mainland.Half in anticipation and half in dread, I prayed that everything would work out smoothlIt wasn't as exciting as a competition usually is, as the girls already knew the winner, but that was the least of my worries. All I wanted was for this to be over so I could live happily ever after with Adonis without anyone interrupting uOn D-Day, we were getting dressed, and the private helicopters were already outside to take us. I felt a little sad to leave this beautiful place, so full of peace and far away from the madness and complexities of lif"What's on your mind, my queen?" Natalia joked behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I need to make sure that your makeup is perfectMy stomach churned, and I grew anxious by the gazes that I would get from people, knowing that there was no way in hell my father wouldn't find out. I didn't know what
Sophia looked over her shoulder and shot Iris a glance from the corner of her eye.She hated her so much that anytime she saw her, her skin would crawl. Sophia didn't think she was capable of hating anyone that badly. Iris was an insignificant pest and would soon be crushed. She was blocking Sophia's path and stealing what belonged to her.The silly girl didn't know what was about to come for her, and Sophia just couldn't contain her excitement at the thought of watching her crumble when the truth came out.Let the show begin!A muscle tic jumped in her cheek, and she felt a flush of warmth spread through her body, making her lightheaded with thoughts of how the fool's lies were about to be exposed.Sophia had always known there was something off about Iris, and now her suspicions were confirmed—she was the Syndicate Alpha's daughter.The deceit made her blood boil, and she vowed to expose Iris for the fraud she truly was.How could she have the audacity, the sheer audacity, to partic
Iris I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt heavy, and my vision was blurry. When I finally managed to pry them open, the world around me was hazy.Confused, I closed my eyes again, trying to clear the fog from my mind. I opened them a second time, and my vision was clearer, but I realized that something was amiss.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my back, making me gasp. I reached around and felt a thick layer of sterile dressing covering my skin.Then the memories of that horrific moment came flooding back: the scorching acid pouring down my back, the pain that seemed never-ending.Damn it, I couldn't believe that this wasn't just some nightmare in my head—it was all too real. My back would never be the same again, all because of some jealous psycho's twisted actions.My heart broke miserably, and I swallowed hard. Whoever was behind this was heartless, and all for what? Adonis, who would never choose them anyway?They had no shame. It was disgusting how l
AdonisI was furious when I discovered that some sick bastard dared to douse Iris's body with acid.It felt like a cruel joke, a sickening slap in the face—and I couldn't wrap my head around something so despicable that could happen to a pure, harmless soul. I blamed myself for letting her leave the safety of my sight. If only she had stayed a little longer, this terrible act could have been prevented.The thought of what she must be going through filled me with rage beyond words.Machines were beeping, and medical staff in scrubs were working quickly to attend to her. My mind was chaotic as I paced around the small clinic."Dammit," I swore, breathless with rage. After they had gotten her out of danger, I was allowed to see her.I gently brushed a hair off her face while the highly skilled medical staff efficiently attended to her wounds."We've identified that the acid used is a mild form, and fortunately, it didn't affect her internal organs. She will recover quickly," one of them
🔞🔞🔞Adonis and I lay side by side on the grass. It had been over twenty minutes since the power outage had enveloped the mansion, and boy, did we love it. We had all the privacy we needed to explore our bodies. I stifled my laughter when Adonis wrenched my skirt up around my ass. He was inordinately pleased with himself at that moment, which only intensified my smile as I pulled his shirt off and kissed him softly on his chest.'Surely you're not thinking about having sex here in the open,' I said playfully into his mouth as he pulled me tighter against his naked body. He smiled as he nipped my jawline softly before kissing me harder.“Who's going to try and stop us, right? There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with you.”“And what if someone sees us? What if there are guards patrolling the house? Or if the power comes back on?”Adonis covered my mouth hungrily before pulling out a pack of condoms. 'Well then, I guess we'll have to hurry because I have no desire to le
The girls were fuming with envy toward me, and I noticed how they would frown and sulk whenever I walked into the room.They were unnecessarily rude, talking behind my back and giving me fake smiles, and even those who were nice enough were just putting on an act.Jealousy couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard they tried to mask it. The way the girls were acting toward me was unsettling. Their envy consumed them so much that I worried they might do something to hurt me.I hoped they wouldn't attempt to poison my food.Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I pulled out a classic literature book I had taken from Adonis' study and tried to ignore the subtle insults from the other girls.The trick was to act like I didn’t hear them, but I couldn’t deny that their words stung. It was hard to remain calm.“Let’s be real,” one of the girls, who seemed the most spiteful, spoke up. “Alpha Adonis might have flirted with other girls too. He’s probably testing to see who’s the best before making his c
The sound of footsteps outside her cell drew Helena’s attention back to the present. She tensed as Victoria, Alexander’s whore, approached her, clasping her hands together in a tight grip. The hatred Helena felt for Victoria surged to the surface, burning hot and fierce. She had never known she could hate anyone more than she hated this woman. Victoria needed to be punished for causing Mona so much pain, even up until her death.Victoria’s smirk was malicious, her satisfaction evident as she raised her chin high, wild-eyed. She looked down at Helena with a smug expression, as if relishing in her suffering.“So, how is the confinement?” Victoria asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.Helena shrugged and turned away, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. “What do you think?”“You should eat,” Victoria said indifferently, setting a tray of food on the floor. “We’re just trying to find your niece.”“I won’t touch anything from you,” Helena spat back, her voice full
Helena sat on the cold, gray stone floor of the dank cell in Alexander’s house. The bastard had locked her up for three days. The stone was rough and unforgiving beneath her, seeping its chill through her thin clothing. She leaned against the damp wall, the smell of mildew and decay filling her nostrils, wondering when this madness would finally be over.Her thoughts kept circling back to her husband, Bruno. A spineless coward, that’s what he was. It angered her to no end that he hadn’t come for her. But even more than her own predicament, she was worried about Iris. The girl’s safety weighed heavily on her heart.Helena sensed danger closing in. She needed to warn Iris to flee before it was too late. She had seen the evil in Alexander’s eyes, the way he relished in others’ pain. He was capable of anything. Her greatest fear was that Alexander would drag Iris back into his cruel world, the same world that had nearly destroyed her.History was repeating itself. Helena’s sister, Mona
When I entered Adonis’ room, the lighting was dim, just bright enough to reveal his sleeping figure. The heavy curtains barely let in any light.Adonis lay still, his powerful frame resting under the covers. Despite his powerful Lycan nature, he looked fragile, as if strong medications had knocked him out.I stood there, my mind confused. How could someone as powerful as Adonis fall ill? His blood was stronger than most werewolves', making him more resistant to illnesses and diseases than any of us. Fred’s gaze lingered on me, as if he could read my thoughts. His smile was gentle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There was surely something behind it."Don’t worry about him," Fred assured me. "It’s just stress. I’m sure when he wakes up, he’ll feel a lot better.""Stress?" I echoed, trying to make sense of it. "What’s causing him stress? He seemed fine the last time I saw him."Fred ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. He looked away and his eyes avoided mine as if the ans