D'Angelo
A middle-aged woman rushed out, falling at my feet and weeping."That's his mom," Kira whispered to me.
"Alpha, have mercy. I know you didn't touch my son. I don't know his vendetta against Kira that has made him act so irrational."
"Get a grip on yourself, woman. I'm not killing your son. I just need to know the truth. Get him here."
For a moment, I felt pity for the woman. She looked like I was sending her to the grave.
Zion was a pathetic sight indeed. He had a black eye and a swollen lip, and he was limping and trembling. But I knew that the fucker must have staged this and told his friends to beat him up.
"Stand right here," I ordered him.
"Why are you lying against me, telling everyone I beat you up? Tell me when it happened," I demanded.
His face held fear and hatred.
KiraWhen I headed back to my building, the hostile air was so thick. Although no one was speaking to me, I could feel it; they were silent, staring at me with resentment.They hated me.I dared them to say anything or challenge me. They knew better, after all, D'Angelo had warned them, making it clear that anyone who spoke ill of me or made me feel uncomfortable would face his vengeance.I didn't like feeling superior; after all, I was an Omega just like them. But there was nothing I could do. They had no reason at all to despise me; in fact, they ought to be grateful that I helped the alpha bring us in and that he now promised to send us to school.Moving upstairs, the weight of all those eyes on me was too much for me, and I could barely wait to be in my room, safe and secure. I did not mind if they judged me; as long as they avoided confronting me, I was fine.&n
KiraThe military van from the warrior base yanked Zion out and omegas rushed out of their houses, curious to see what was happening. Zion tried to maintain his stubborn look, but I could see the raw fear in his eyes as our eyes met.Amari was a mess and her tears grew stronger as she begged me to talk to the alpha.One of the soldiers pushed her away when she tried to grab Zion's hand. Zion's mom was weeping now, and I was beginning to feel bad."Come on, let's go to the warrior base," I said to Amari. "You look like a banshee. Stop crying.”"Does it look like I care?" She sobbed, her face streaked with dirt and tears. "They're going to kill him.""No, they won't. He'll be fine; I swear on my life. Let's go."We rushed out and reached the fence surrounding the base, a high wall of metal and barbed wire. There was a strong smell of
D'AngeloThe softness of Kira's lips against mine was like the taste of rain on one's tongue—a refreshing sensation after a dry summer day.As I pressed my hand under her shirt and pulled her closer to me, she let out a low moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair.I kissed her cheek and whispered, "I can not get enough of you," causing her to shiver beneath my hands.“God, Kira, I can't... I want you so much…” I said into her ear, biting down gently as she whimpered at my touch. “I want to see you in so many different positions.”I was about to mark her when something went off in my head like a loud siren, alerting me to the fact that this was wrong and I should stop.All the possible disasters that could happen if I marked Kira were racing through my head. It sounded exciting to think of loving and cherishing thi
KiraAll weekend, I eagerly awaited Monday, when we would finally resume school. My dreams were becoming reality as I kept making lists, planning, and feeling tingles all over, daydreaming of walking into the hallway.But all of that excitement died on Monday morning. I feared that something would happen to screw things up, and my nerves were heightened because we were so hated by the other werewolves in the pack that they would give anything to not have to breathe the same air as us.Everyone was nervous, and I remembered past incidents in which we’d been harassed. I tried to calm down and remain optimistic, but my thoughts would not stop, and I knew we were in serious trouble.As Omegas, newly accepted into the pack, we were stepping into the unknown and uncertain of what to expect. The gray clouds predicted a miserable day, pouring cats and dogs.A chil
KiraThe living room downstairs was chaotic, filled with angry Omega students and their frustrated parents. Everyone wanted to air their grievances at once, and I was the target of their blame.They complained bitterly to me, acting like I had an unfair advantage over the other students. Amari's mom glared at me, her eyes tightening in anger. One woman's face was red with rage, and I feared she might explode. Her son, Tae, was also a senior.When another woman, whose daughter was gagged, burst into tears, my ribs squeezed tight. "I swear, I'm never stepping foot in that school again! It's a nightmare!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration."It's all your fault!" another girl screamed, pointing at me angrily. "If it weren't for you, none of us would have been treated like that by these idiots."A third omega agreed, "If this is what we're going to
D'AngeloWe had a sinking feeling that danger was lurking around every corner, waiting to pounce when we least expected it. For centuries, all the packs in our tribe had coexisted peacefully, forming the foundation of our society. But things were changing slowly.Over time, friends turned into foes as they defended their territory, and the packs grew larger and more powerful. It started with small things, but lately, I'd been having unsettling dreams that seemed to haunt me.Then, my clan members and I were summoned to an urgent meeting by Alpha George of the Creek Keepers. The meeting was held in one of his pack's luxurious hotels, where we had to be secretive since spies were everywhere. I arrived accompanied by Leo, and we exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business."I appreciate you all making the journey here," Alpha George said with a smile. "We need to trick spies into thinki
KiraAs night fell after supper, most parents retired upstairs to sleep. Although I'd been shunned earlier, I was determined to try again and convince some of the omegas who loved school that we couldn't afford to give up - not when our futures were at stake.I refused to spend the rest of my life as an illiterate omega. Education opens doors and increases opportunities, and finding good jobs was already tough for us omegas due to our limitations. I also wanted D'Angelo to think highly of me; sometimes I fantasized about him declaring me his mate, but that was just wishful thinking. I didn't want him to be ashamed of me.Among the omegas who'd backed out, I knew of five or six avid readers. I whispered to one of them, asking her to bring the others to the playground. Petra, the girl who'd been baptized in watermelon juice, gave me a cold look as she walked out. "Your attempts won't work, Kira. I'm not setting foot in that school again."I sighed, trying to stay calm. "Please, Petra,
Kira A relaxed smile spread across my face and pleasure washed over me as D'Angelo addressed the issue at hand. It was a relief to finally feel valued and protected. It made warmth spread throughout my chest.Despite my contentment, I longed for him to mark me, but his caring gesture made me feel cherished. I felt fortunate that our paths had crossed, even with the risks involved. His presence made me feel secure. D'Angelo stole a glance at me and he winked secretly with smug delight. It was clear he was doing all of this for me.With a playful smirk, his gaze met mine again, and a silent understanding passed between us. It felt like we were alone in the room, and my heart raced at the intensity of his stare. I forced myself to look away before someone saw us."Gather all the students and teachers in the main hall downstairs," I heard him command the principal.The principal hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "But some students are in class…"D'Angelo's interruption was swi
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