The silence in Draven's quarters hummed with a heavy, oppressive weight. It was a silence that mirrored the emptiness gnawing at his soul, a void that had taken root the moment Jessica, his mate, had been stolen from him. The moon, a pale, silver sliver in the night sky, cast its light through the open window, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stillness. But Draven saw none of it. His gaze was fixed on the intricately carved wooden floor, each grain seeming to mock his helplessness.He had not touched food in two days. Sleep had eluded him, a cruel tormentor that taunted him with false promises of oblivion. The wolf inside him, usually a constant companion, a source of strength and primal instinct, lay dormant, its usual roar replaced by a whimper of despair.A knock at the door startled him, a small intrusion into his desolate world. He didn't need to look to know it was Penny, the pack healer, her presence a constant reminder of his broken state."Draven?" Penny's voice
The air hung heavy in Landon's office, thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering echo of tension. He sat hunched over his desk, the polished mahogany reflecting the flickering flames from the fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. The weight of the power he'd relinquished felt like a physical burden, a heavy cloak he couldn't quite shed. He'd been forced, manipulated by the cunning Leo Madison, into giving up the reins of his superiority. Leo, his father-in-law, wielded the threat of exposure, a poisoned dagger of incriminating evidence hanging over Landon's head.It was a tightrope walk, navigating the minefield of Leo's machinations. Landon was trapped, ensnared in a web spun by a man who knew his darkest secrets. A man whose motives remained shrouded in an impenetrable veil of calculated silence. There was a constant, gnawing worry, a fear that gnawed at the edges of Landon's sanity.The click of polished shoes against the marble floor sent a shiver
The air in the cell was thick with the scent of despair and damp stone. A single, flickering oil lamp cast long, grotesque shadows across the cold, bare walls, dancing in the faint breeze that seeped in through the barred window. Jessica sat huddled in the corner, her back pressed against the rough stone, her eyes fixed on the flickering light. Outside, the world was a cacophony of noise, a constant reminder of her imprisonment – the howling of wolves, the guttural screams of men, the clang of metal against metal. But inside the cell, there was only silence, a chilling silence punctuated by the rhythmic drip of water from a crack in the ceiling.Two days. Two days until Alpha Landon would claim her as his mate, two days until he would break her spirit, two days until she would face the ultimate betrayal – the choice between her humanity and the beast within. Every flicker of the lamp, every creak of the cell door, sent a shiver of fear down her spine. But those fears were dwarfed by
Jessica was not really herself. The sudden burst of power she experienced was even far beyond her comprehension. She was dazed and confused and most importantly, she was powerful. Jessica had single-handedly killed all the pack guards left behind by Alpha Landon and that was not all, she was advancing on her friend with murderous intent."Jessica!" Vicky called out desperately, kicking against the chains that bound her. "Jessica... Hey... Snap out of it girl. It's me." Vicky said frantically hoping that Jessica would come to her senses but Jessica just kept coming with a stary and dazed look in her eyes. Vicky was trapped.She tried with all her might to turn, to transform into her wolf but the sedatives that were given by their captors rendered her too weak to transform. How Jessica was able to overcome the effects of the sedatives was a complete mystery to Vicky. Try as much as she could, Vicky could not transform and the chains that held her only seemed to grow heavier.Jessica fin
"How dare you?!" Alpha Landon fumed in pure anger. "How dare you slap me?" He asked with his eyes fixed on his wife's face. "How dare you consider throwing my cousin's life away because of your ambitions?" Zoe asked hotly. "I am Alpha and it is what I want, I get," Landon replied. "And besides, to allow these people to leave would be a big problem not just for me but for the pack alone. I must not let family or love cloud my judgment. I am the Alpha!" Landon screamed out his last words but Zoe would not back down in defeat. "If anything happens to that boy, I'll make sure you pay dearly for it Landon." She warned. "Oh please..." Landon rolled his eyes. "What will you do? Plot with your wretched father to murder me?"SMACK!!! Another slap landed on Landon's face causing the men behind Landon to exchange glances between them. Landon could not take it any longer. Without warning, he landed his slap on Luna's face. Zoe staggered back into the arms of the men who stood behind her and
The rage in Alpha Landon's chest was a molten inferno, a beast awakened and roaring for vengeance. His eyes, usually a cool sapphire, were now dark, burning with the heat of betrayal. As he watched the figures of Draven, Asher, and Sebastian melt into the forest, a sensation of ice replaced the fire, a cold, visceral dread that gnawed at his very core. The girls were gone, Vicky and Jessica, his prized possessions, his leverage, stolen from his grasp.His fists clenched, his knuckles white with the force of his fury. He turned, a hulking silhouette against the moonlit backdrop of the towering pines that guarded his sprawling estate, and marched towards his study. Each step he took was a thunderous echo of his anger, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The air around him crackled with the intensity of his emotions, as if the very forest held its breath, sensing the storm brewing within him.He threw open the heavy wooden door to his study, a sanctuary crafted in dark wood and le
Draven, his powerful frame a silhouette against the fading twilight strode forward, his gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of the Blood Moon pack's territory. With each step, his heart thudded a primal rhythm against his ribs, a drumbeat of anxiety and fierce protectiveness.He had rescued his mate, Jessica, and her friend, Vicky, from the clutches of the Moon Shadow pack, but the victory felt hollow. The perilous journey had etched itself deep within him, leaving scars not just on his body but also on his soul. The memory of Jessica's vulnerability, the terrifying realization that she was his weakness, his one fatal flaw, haunted him. If anything were to happen to her, Draven knew with a chilling certainty that he would cease to exist. He had felt the primal fear gnaw at him when he saw her, his mate, the woman who held the key to his very being, held captive by the Moon Shadow pack. The thought of losing her had driven him to a frenzy, his wolf howling with anguish. He had fough
CHAPTER 85The rage, the blinding and consuming fury had ebbed away leaving behind a vast and empty space where it once raged. Now, in the stillness of the study, Alpha Landon was left with a chilling reality. His hands, still trembling, were stained red, and a horrifyingly familiar scent lingered in the air, the metallic tang of blood.Landon's gaze fell on the body sprawled on the plush rug, the face contorted in a grotesque mask of pain. Leo Madison, Zoe's father, his father-in-law, a man he had once considered an ally. Now, he was nothing more than a corpse.Panic cold and sharp pierced through the fog of his lingering anger. He was lost, adrift in a sea of fear and confusion. He had crossed a line, a line that couldn't be unseen, couldn't be undone. He had to get out of here, to escape the suffocating weight of his crime.Landon tiptoed out of the study, his heart pounding like a runaway drum. He navigated the silent corridors of his sprawling manor, his movements furtive, his ga