SKY POV "Well..." Evie probed as I chewed my lip, letting my words and fears take up more room in my brain than they should right now. Now, I was about to get off, and if Z was the image that was getting the job done, I seriously needed to focus on the job at hand and switch my overthinking brain off. "Good girl." Evie praised sarcastically as I let my right hand wander up and down my stomach, touching lightly at my boobs in the process. "Fuck you!" I laughed, a smirk playing on my lips as the heart began to smoulder between my thighs again. Squeezing firmly on my right breast, I let out a little cry as I gripped the nipples between my forefingers and thumbs and began tweaking my rock-hard nipple. "I seriously do have a great rack." I laughed as I looked down at the girls; they were large and perky and fell just in the right place. I had a tattoo; it was some sort of mandala tattoo that sat perfectly between my breasts. A chain followed the curve under my boobs with little gems an
Neo POV Sitting in the dim light of my room, the only glow came from my laptop screen, flickering images of discipline and control from a site not known to the softer souls of our world. "Reform and Remold," the website promised, a place for werewolf alphas to send their wayward sisters, daughters, and female pack members to learn obedience, far from the forgiving eyes of their families. The camp, masked as a reformatory institute, was nothing short of a prison, its programs designed not to nurture but to break.As I scrolled through the testimonials, a twisted part of me lit up with a perverse satisfaction. The descriptions of the camp's regimen detailed a tortuous journey through rigorous physical trials that pushed the inhabitants to their limits, breaking them down to rebuild them as submissive members of their packs. Mentally, the training was even harsher, with techniques that bordered on psychological warfare, stripping them of any defiance or personality traits deemed undesir
Sky POV"He isn't going to thank you for this." Evie warned as I sat on my bed and listened to Neo's voice filtering through the door. I knew it was him without even needing to see his face or hear his voice—the desperation was like a signature scent. "He is such an insufferable dick, though." I muttered weakly. I couldn't help but feel a wave of disdain wash over me. "Do you not think he is trying?" Evie questioned as he reminded me of the time, again. "Nope, I don't trust him, not with his polished Mr. Nice Guy act." I explained because this crap he was pulling barely concealed the machinations underneath."I hope you're wrong." Evie expressed, but I could tell from her tone that she agreed with me. To make him think I couldn't hear him, I turned on the hairdryer, the loud whirring sound filling the room. I wrapped myself in a towel, my hair blown out in loose waves around my shoulders. Checking my phone, I smiled, seeing I had two minutes to get dressed and go down the stairs.
SKY'S POVStanding on the wrap-around porch, I gazed out at the rolling landscape, trying to take deep breaths. The vast expanse usually brought me comfort, but tonight, it felt like a bitter reminder of my isolation. The moon hung low and heavy, casting an eerie glow over the fields that seemed to stretch into infinity. How had my only remaining family turned out to be so cruel and twisted? Why had the moon goddess seen fit to give me a mate who seemed just as heartless? A cold breeze whispered through the tall grass, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a deep pang of disappointment—things were turning out exactly as I had feared. I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down, even for a moment. I knew better than this; it was just like them to kick me when I was down.As I stared into the distance, my eyes caught the flicker of lights and the distant hum of laughter. Narrowing my eyes, I smirked slightly, seeing some of the pack members heading into the woods. They were around my age,
SKY’S POVFalling into step with the female pack member my brother had been dating when I left, I eyed her with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. This wasn't the Lucy I remembered. When I had left, she was loud, confident, and absolutely fearless—the kind of girl who commanded attention just by strutting into a room. But the girl beside me now was a shadow of her former self: meek, nervous, and so jumpy it was as if she expected the ground to swallow her up any second."What happened to you?" I asked, my eyes locking onto hers as I tried to decipher the changes in her demeanour."The same thing that happened to you," she laughed, but it was hollow, without joy. She picked up her pace, almost as if she was trying to escape from her own words. Confused and a bit alarmed, I tried to follow her through the crowd, calling out to her like a dumbass."Lucy, wait!" But she didn't stop.There was something big here, something I was missing, and it nagged at me, tugging at the edges of my conscio
NEO’S POVAs I sat at the head of the long, ornate dining table, my blood boiled beneath the surface. The scent of the lavish meal in front of us wafted through the air—roasted meats glistening under the chandelier, vegetables seasoned to perfection, and decanters of wine reflecting the flickering candlelight. But despite the exquisite setup, steam seemed to rise not just from the food but also from my head, my temper simmering just beneath the surface.I glanced at my watch without needing to; I knew exactly how late she was. Thirty-three minutes. Unacceptable. Punctuality was non-negotiable; any deviation was an affront to my authority. Sky's tardiness was a blatant disregard for both, a direct challenge to the structure I enforced within our pack.As I stewed in my growing anger, vivid fantasies of retribution played in my mind—dragging her out by her hair, locking her away until she learned obedience. The image of her, forced to submit and behave, the harsh discipline stripping aw
Zeke's POVThe heavy oak dining table groaned under the weight of untouched food, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Plates clinked, and silverware scraped, but I barely heard any of it. My foot tapped an impatient rhythm beneath the table, the sound drowned by the murmuring voices of the pack's higher ranks.I was waiting.Waiting for the idiot, Neo had sent upstairs to return with Sky. Leon had never been the sharpest tool in the shed; he was clumsy, slow and overindulged in the luxuries he had inherited and coasted through pack ranking thanks to Daddy's title and standing. But we all knew he was a polished turd.Waiting to hear the inevitable crashing, the screaming match that would follow, the fire that always erupted between those two when they were in the same room.But the house was silent.Too silent.I exhaled through my nose, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wine glass as realization dawned on me.She wasn't there.Of course, s
Sky POVThe fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the clearing, painting everyone in shades of gold and sin. Laughter and music tangled in the air, the deep bass vibrating through my bones, amplifying the delicious burn of alcohol in my veins.I was floating.Weightless.For the first time since coming back, I wasn't thinking about Neo's plans, about Zeke's betrayal, about how much of a mistake this homecoming was.Right now, I was just here.And so was he.I wasn't thinking. I wasn't overthinking. For once, I was just feeling.Mr Interested—whose name I still didn't know and didn't care to ask—had his hands on me, and I wasn't stopping him. His dark eyes burned into mine, his fingers flexing on my waist as we swayed, our bodies dangerously close but not quite touching. The way he moved—confident, assured—told me he was used to getting what he wanted."You dance like trouble," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and laced with whiskey. I smirked, tilting my head
Neo POV Something wasn't right. It amazed me, really, how quickly Zeke had started crumbling. All it took was Sky walking back through the gates, flipping her hair, whispering his name like he still mattered. I'd spent years moulding him into the Beta I needed, and she'd undone it with one fucking look. He had forgotten who made him. Who owned him. And now? Now, he looked at her like she was salvation. Idiot. Then there was Sky. The moment Sky used that Alpha-bred command to dismiss my men from the room, I felt it—like a shift in the air. Something primal stirred beneath her voice. It shouldn't have been there. She shouldn't have that power. And yet, they'd obeyed her. Not me. That command had weight. The kind only a born Alpha had the right to wield. How? I hadn't stopped thinking about it. Hadn't stopped wondering if Father had buried more secrets in her than even he realized. I'd ignored her existence for years, content to let her rot on the outside, thinking she was a broken littl
Neo POV Something shifted in the room—and I didn't like it. I felt it the second the words left her mouth. "Out." The command was not loud, but it landed like a pulse of raw energy, rippling across the space with invisible force. It didn't come from her lungs—it came from somewhere deeper. Deeper than it should have. The enforcer flinched. The advisors froze, eyes darting toward me for confirmation. But it wasn't me they moved for. It was her. They obeyed her. I watched in silence as they dropped everything and left without a word, the door clicking shut behind them like the final note of a song I didn't write. My fingers tightened around the armrest. That tone—the weight behind it—I recognized it. I'd used it. Father had, too. But Sky? She wasn't supposed to have it. The Alpha Command didn't run through just any blood. It was rare. Inherited. Born. Not earned. And definitely not hers. I studied her more closely now, my expression calm, but something cold slithered down my spine. How
The sting in my muscles was sharp and constant, but I welcomed it.Pain meant progress.I moved through the drills like a woman possessed—duck, punch, twist, block—my body moving on instinct now. My bruises had faded to soft yellow and green patches, and though my ribs still ached when I pushed too hard, I didn't slow down. Couldn't.Zeke stood across the field, watching. He didn't come near me. Not once.Not like before. He gave orders to the others, sparred with Kade, checked stances, but when it came to me? He kept his distance. He didn't correct my posture. Didn't spar with me. Didn't even brush past.I wasn't upset by it.Or jealous.I got it.This was him playing it smart—keeping up appearances. Playing good Beta to a tyrant Alpha. Neo was always watching, and Zeke knew the cost if he stepped too close, lingered too long. We both knew.So I trained harder.Every move, every breath, every slam of my body into the dirt was a middle finger to Neo's idea of who I was supposed to be.
Sky POV"You sure you wanna go alone?" Zeke asked as I followed Neo's lapdog.His expression was carved from stone, but his eyes—those mismatched eyes I'd always loved more than I should—betrayed him. They were stormy. Uneasy. His jaw ticked with restraint, his hand flexing like he was stopping himself from reaching out."I'll be fine," I said.He didn't reply; he just stared at me, breathing hard through his nose like he hated every second of this. His chest rose and fell in slow, controlled movements—but I could feel the tension rolling off him like heat. Protective. Frustrated. Scared.Scared of Neo.When the hell did that happen?Zeke used to snarl at thunder and bite down on fear. But now? He looked like every other wolf in this place—cautious. Controlled. Tame."Unlike everyone else, he doesn't scare me." I offered him a wink and a smirk. And that was the truth. Neo might've been Alpha, but he bled red like the rest of us. He was a bully with a title, not a god. I hadn't even se
Sky POVThe smell hit me before I even opened my eyes—crispy bacon, buttery toast, and rich coffee. I shot upright in bed, my heart already fluttering.He did it again.My gaze fell on the tray and the note placed beside it, folded neatly. I didn't even need to read it again—I already had the words memorized.‘Training yard. Before 7. We'll go slow. Just us.– Z’A wide smile spread across my face as I grabbed the bacon and bit down with a satisfied moan. I ate fast, giddy with anticipation.This wasn't just about breakfast.It was about him listening.He understood my fear. My need to take control. He'd seen me at my weakest, and instead of pushing me away, he was giving me the tools to stand tall again.God, it felt good.I devoured everything—crunchy toast, creamy scrambled eggs—and licked a smear of grease from my thumb as I read the note again, my heart fluttering like a schoolgirl's.After scraping every last crumb from the plate, I kicked off the covers and padded toward the wa
Zeke's POV"Act normal," Payne warned, his voice a low growl in the back of my head. "Don't let him see the guilt."I swallowed hard, forcing my posture straight as I plated the last egg. My hands still trembled faintly from the weight of what I'd done to Wayne. I could feel the tension clinging to my spine like a vice."He'll sense it," I muttered mentally. "He always fucking senses it.""Then control it," Payne snapped. "Fake it. Smile. Be Beta. We can't afford a slip right now."My mouth opened to respond, but Neo's voice cut through the thick air like a blade."I asked you a question, Beta."I stiffened."As good as any." I shrugged, keeping my face neutral."You missed your duties." He smirked, stepping further into the room, hands tucked casually in his pockets."I handled them early," I shot back, keeping my tone even. "Had to make sure everything was set before training Sky.""You seem to be spending a lot of time with her."The way he said her name—Sky—was laced with somethin
Zeke POV I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn slowly and push myself off the door, rolling my shoulders back and dragging in a deep breath. I didn't have time to wallow in guilt or question my choices. I had to focus on her.As I rounded the corner to the stairs, I nearly tripped over Wayne's body, sprawled across the floor.Fuck.For a second, I just stared down at him, my pulse still hammering like a war drum in my chest. He wasn't moving—completely out cold. A small smear of blood marked the floor where his head had hit it on the way down.Guilt punched me in the gut.I crouched down beside him, carefully checking his pulse—steady and strong, just like I knew it would be. But seeing him like this—broken and crumpled because of me—made my stomach twist into knots.This wasn't who I was. I wasn't supposed to hurt my pack. I wasn't supposed to let my emotions control me.I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to steady myself before grabbing Wayne under the arms and
Neo's POVI sat at my desk, my eyes glued to the TV screen on the far wall, watching the flickering light move under Sky's bedroom door. My fingers gripped the stress ball so tight it threatened to burst. My jaw ached from clenching my teeth, and a low, irritated growl rumbled in my chest.That bastard.Zeke had been in there too long. Way too long. I hadn't seen him come out since he carried Sky to her room earlier.I should have had cameras set up in that room today, but they'd returned too early. My tech guy hadn't even had a chance to fit them. I would have seen everything—who initiated it, how far they went, how fucking weak Zeke was when it came to her.He wasn't in there for some noble reason. He wasn't tending to her out of duty.He wanted her.And I couldn't stand it. I tossed the stress ball from hand to hand, mumbling to myself like a madman."Fucking coward. Thinking he can skip his duties. Thinks she's worth it. Thinks she's more important than his Beta responsibilities."
Zeke POVI lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling of Sky's old room, my arms folded behind my head. Faded posters of bands and actors were taped up in a chaotic array, edges peeling and corners curling inward, like they were clinging on for dear life.There were so many of them—eyes everywhere. Watching me. Judging me. I couldn't help but wonder how she ever slept in here with so many faces staring down at her. Payne stirred in the back of my mind, letting out a soft growl of annoyance."She likes being looked at." he muttered, almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why do you think she put them up in the first place? She likes being the center of attention. Always has." A wry smile tugged at my lips. Payne wasn't wrong. Sky thrived on attention—always did.Even as a teenager, she walked with that confident, carefree swagger that drew eyes without her even trying. Maybe it was part of her charm, or maybe it was her way of masking the pain she kept buried deep do