Dakota Finding out Xavier's dirty secret made my heart give out. It was a hard pill to swallow and images of what could be and worst-case scenarios flashed through my mind. I was clueless about what to do or who to tell because the burden was a little too much for one person to take, especially me, a stranger who wasn't even a part of their family. When the shock of finding out wore out, I truly wanted Axton to find out. He needed to know the truth. I hid the damn diary under the bed, far away from any prying eyes, racking my brain for ways to reveal this to him. But when I imagined Axton's reaction which would most likely be to see blood without caring about the consequences and how he'd chop Xavier to pieces, not that Xavier deserved to live, I couldn't muster the courage to tell him. Axton loved his dad a little too much, and finding out that his brother killed their dad would break him. And I couldn't be the one to tell him such heavy news. I couldn't bear to watch him c
Dakota Seeing my gamma made me jump with a shock like a flea on a frog's back. I went completely still, stunned and confused. Erika or any member of my pack were the last people I was expecting to see in Desert Canines. With my brain frozen, all I could do was gape open and blink in surprise. Erika returned the same expression, not expecting to see me as well. Her lashes shot upward and she repeated my name with a soft, disbelieving voice. "Dakota, is this you? Am I dreaming?" My eyes welled up with tears. Brushing back my hair, I managed a nod. Erika squealed, closing the gap with a burst of speed, and opened her hands wide in a hug. Tears blinded my eyes and choked my voice. Oh, how I wept. Seeing a member of my pack again made a thick lump of nostalgia and homesickness form in my throat. "Oh, Alpha. My friend," Erika wept, embracing me like a wet, hot towel. We clasped at each other, none willing to let go. Memories I'd been trying hard to ignore, sprang up like weeds
After a finger-licking dinner, my belly was full. Axton didn't come down for dinner. Worried, I headed to the study where I found him furrowed in concentration, studying the pack's accounts and running a finger through his hair. Not wanting to bother him, I stood at the door of the study, watching him deeply focused, with ledgers and papers scattered around the oak table. He didn't even notice my presence. I wanted to knock to get his attention, but I decided not to. Axton was trying hard to prove his efficiency to shame Xavier. In reality, he didn't even need to try because he was miles a better leader than his brother. Sighing, I wandered off to the third floor. Axton deserved to know the truth about his dad's death, but I couldn't bring myself to be the bearer of such terrible news to him, especially now that he was busy with meetings and looking for a solution to the sandstorm crisis. Lost in thoughts, I collided with Xavier on the staircase, almost tripping over. A slight chi
Axton I was so busy with so much to do in such a little time. Everyone expected me to bring strong ideas and strategize for the pack to bounce back after the sandstorm. Elias and I, along with other leaders, had endless meetings and made sure the traders coming in were honest and there were no issues in the business. Things were looking up so far, and my initial fear had dissolved. I was sorting through piles of documents, punching a calculator, and allocating funds in my dad's study. A wave of fatigue almost threw me off, but I was determined to clear my table, knowing that the next day would bring more work. But I stopped when I heard raised voices echoing from the staircase. Pausing for a moment, I tried to make out the voices, but they were indistinct. It must be the maids bickering over irrelevant stuff. Sighing, I continued with what I was doing. However, when I heard Xavier yell, I raised my head and focused on the door, wondering who he was having an altercation with. Th
Dakota I stood tall, ready to begin my training. Dodging Elder Timothy's powerful strikes and defensive moves, I watched attentively, absorbing every detail while he guided me and made me mimic his movements, matching his precision. "Ow! That was painful," I yelled when he punched me. I felt the exertion in my muscles as he yelled back at me. "Come on, don't be a lazy ass. You can do this. Push yourself. You can do this." I grappled with him, using my strength to try to overpower him. Sweating profusely, feeling my stamina and endurance put to the test, I took a break to drink some water. Reaching out for my water bottle and unscrewing the cap, I took a long, refreshing sip, observing Elder Timothy as he guided ten teenage boys through a series of drills. I wondered how glorious it was to be old, yet have such a level of strength. My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Xavier's evil weighed heavily on my conscience. Elder Timothy was close to the family, and I wondered if I
Dakota Today was Sara and Elias's wedding. Imani and I adored her for this special occasion. I was so happy that Sara was with her true mate who loved her so much. "You look like an angel," I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill and styled her hair into an elegant updo while Imani helped with her makeup. Sara sighed and I frowned. "What's wrong?" "I don't know, it's just weird to leave you and begin my life with Elias. What happens when you finally decide to go back to our pack? And I'm too young to get married. " Imani and I exchanged a look. She smiled and I kissed Sara on her cheek. The truth was I had those thoughts and Sara and I were too close to be separated. I was going to miss Sara terribly and couldn't imagine living without her. I also thought of the time when I would have to go back to my pack and wondered how my relationship with Axton would be. The Wild Fangs pack was too far to shuttle between that place and here. But since I couldn't do much, I stopp
Axton The cruelty of my hatred knew no bounds. I exploded in fury, my face turning red as I yelled at the top of my lungs. "You bastard! How could you do this? How could you murder your father? You're a huge abomination!" My words gushed out like fire and Mum's hands trembled, gripping the armrests tightly. I needed an outlet for my rage, a target to unleash my pent-up frustration. The urge to destroy something consumed me so much that I could no longer feel my own hands. "You have committed the most unforgivable crime, and you must face the consequences," I said in a choked voice, my rage mounting." He stood there, saying nothing. His silence made me want to kill him. "What the fuck possessed you? Couldn't you have sought revenge in any other way? Did you have to take his life, you cursed bastard!" "Axton, son, please," my mum cried, her voice desperate and trembling. Fear, stark and vivid shone in her eyes. I turned away, my gaze fixated on the portrait of my dad, his e
Dakota The house was quiet as the sun dipped below the horizon. Filled with sorrow, it felt as though a dark cloud loomed over the mansion. Cara's desperate sobs echoed through the halls, and I felt her raw pain. Behind her closed doors, she wept, consumed by her grief. Meanwhile, Axton paced restlessly back and forth, while I leaned against the rail of the second floor, lost in my thoughts as I stared at him. The atmosphere was heavy as if someone dear to us had passed away. I didn't know what to do or think anymore. Cara needed to stop crying to prevent her fever from returning. I scoffed, looking away. Who would have thought that I would feel pity for her considering our rough start? Everyone outside the pack house, including Olivia, believed she was rude and condescending. They had completely misjudged her, and I couldn't blame them. Beneath Cara's façade was a broken woman whose own son had murdered her husband. How many people could bear such a burden? The negative a
Sara Four months later. With my pregnancy showing, I wore a loose beach-colored gown together with other bridesmaids. Pumped and happy for the big day. Today was Dakota's wedding, and I was so happy as though it were my wedding. Dakota was experiencing back-to-back victories, and my emotions overflowed with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was a good decision for me not to wear makeup because I knew in the end, it was going to get smudged. My hands roamed my belly. My tiny miracle was growing every day, but the cravings that hit me were often crazy. While Dakota was getting ready with Olivia, Imani, and Sloane dolling her up, I reached for a slice of cake nearby and stuffed it into my mouth, enjoying the smudges of frostings. "Goodness gracious," Dakota laughed. "Somebody remind them to take my wedding cake far away from you." The wedding was the biggest talk in town as the merging of Wild Fangs and Desert Canines. It was the biggest event I had ever encountered, filled with
Sara My mornings were filled with overwhelming nausea washing over me. Getting sick in the morning had become my constant companion, and I felt a change taking place inside me. Everything was happening so fast, and Axton's betrayal threw us off balance. I couldn't believe that he cheated on Dakota with that bastard, Erika. I had never liked her, although I didn't have the guts to tell Dakota. The pain Dakota was experiencing was unfathomable, and I hated that bad things kept happening to someone with such a good heart. Axton, her own mate, had hurt her deeply. I made my way to the bathroom, and my stomach churned as I emptied its contents. Dakota watched me as I lay on the couch, covering myself with a blanket. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. I could see the sadness in her eyes, yet she was concerned about me. She had lost so much weight and was looking like the ghost of her former self, reminding me of the sad times before she met Axton. "I don't know," I managed to say. "I f
Elias My honeymoon with Sara was a fucking disaster. I was frustrated, confused, and annoyed that no matter how I tried to salvage the situation, nothing worked. All she wanted to do was return to Desert Canines to meet Dakota. The bond between both ladies was unbreakable, but I needed my time alone with my wife. It didn't help that I was getting blue balls after the failed attempt to make love with Sara. Sex had never been a problem for me. Although I was quite big, the girls at the Academy and my ex-flings had no issues with my size, but Sara freaked out when she saw me for the first time, making it seem like I was abnormal. She still hadn't returned from the pack house. I needed an outlet and went to Axton. He was busy with alpha duties, but when we took a break, I shared my feelings with him, hoping he would provide some relief. Instead, the idiot was amused and burst out laughing, which only fueled my annoyance. "It's not funny, dude. I don't think I can handle it a
Sara My wedding day had arrived. The whole thing seemed like a dream. I couldn't believe that I was getting married. I was ecstatic and scared at the same time. I sat in front of the mirror, and Dakota and Imani stood by my side, helping with my makeup. "I can't believe my baby girl is finally getting married," Dakota beamed, curving my brows. "You, my dear, are such a beautiful bride." "Adorable," Imani agreed. "I'm nervous, Dakota," I said to her. "What if something goes wrong? What if my wedding isn't perfect? Or what if I trip on my dress? What am I even going to do after the wedding? I know nothing about sex." Dakota and Imani exchanged glances, chuckling softly. "You're worrying too much. Everything will be fine. It's your day, and it's going to be amazing." I slipped into my wedding dress, a shimmery soft tulle gown adorned with intricate beadwork. Imani had gifted me the dress, and I had to work on it considering that it was meant for someone chubby like her. It turned
Sara I sat with Dakota in the back of the van, my heart racing with raw fear that compressed me like a vice, making me faint and feverish. Our hopes of escaping were shattered. Axton looked so pissed, like an angry bull. His reaction confused me, making me wonder why he was angry, considering that they had already labeled us murderers. But knowing how strong the mating bond was, I couldn't blame him, because somewhere in the back of my mind was dancing and rejoicing that we weren't leaving anymore. Now we had to face the consequences of our actions. Dakota sat beside me, her mouth on a white slash and anger simmering beneath the surface. Elias had no emotion on his face, and I wondered what he was thinking. He must hate me so much now. We returned to the cabin and Axton headed upstairs with Dakota, leaving Elias and me alone. The silence felt as though somebody had just died. I couldn't meet his gaze. I stared at my feet instead. He stood opposite me, not moving or saying anyt
Sara All night, I couldn't sleep. My limbs weakened, feeling Dakota's raw betrayal. I couldn't believe she would think so low of me. She blamed me for her circumstance and I didn't think I'd ever forgive her. The next morning, I sat outside the cabin, staring at the desert landscape. A small part of me wanted to run away because it took her getting angry before she said what was on her mind. If she didn't trust me, why were we pretending to love each other? Despite how angry I felt, I knew I couldn't leave her. We were all we had. I felt her presence behind me and went completely still. When our gazes met, I saw the remorse etched on her face. "Sara, I honestly didn't know what came over me last night. I'm so ashamed of myself. I shouldn't have said what I said. You know that I didn't mean any of those things, right?" My tongue lay like a stone in my mouth and a thick silence passed between us. "Sara, please say something. I was so worried when I returned to the cabin and cou
Sara When Axton drove us to the cabin. I was so scared and silent tension filled the air in the van like gas, choking me. I watched helplessly with nerves fluttering in my tummy. When Elias's fingers brushed my thighs, I luxuriated in the sweet sensation and the wave of desire hit me from my head to my foot but I'd rather fry my brains out than admit it. We all headed inside. Dakota looked away from Axton and avoided meeting his gaze like the plague. Axton seemed more pissed than Elias and didn't fail to show it. He shot Dakota a nasty look, his eyes like flint stones. Elias tried to infuse some humor and cleared his throat. "Anyone hungry?" No one answered him. Silence descended upon the cabin like a black-winged bird. "I want to speak with you alone. Upstairs," Axton said in a stormy voice to Dakota. The Dakota I had known and lived with for years would never acknowledge anyone who spoke to her in such a rude tone. But now, she did the opposite of what I expected.
Elias POV In my wildest dreams, I never knew the moon goddess would give me a mate. I'd always felt different, like an outsider. This mindset developed when I was a student. I didn't give a crap about school at all. It was worthless, soul-sucking, with distant monsters as teachers who ignited any spark of passion within me. It didn't help that I was doing very badly in school. Axton, my best friend, always thought I wasn't dumb, and always consoled me whenever the teacher yelled at me for having a coconut for brains. "You're street smart," Axton always said to me. "You're very good at solving problems most of the time. Maybe you're not functioning well because this place is a regimented learning system, or maybe the teachers are crap sacks." Axton was very different from me. He was a genius, loved by everyone. He had a dad, mum, and brother even though his brother was an asshole. My mum died while giving birth to me and my dad mourned her by busying himself with work. I was alwa
Sara Days and nights passed. Hopeless and defeated, Dakota and I continued our nomadic existence, surviving each day as it came. Our lives had been forever altered and we were stripped of everything we had. I watched Dakota sadly deteriorate from an Alpha to a rogue and after a series of rejections, we had no choice but to seek refuge in the northern deserts. My mind raced like a clock when we stepped into the brothel. I hated the place with everything in me and felt a bitter tang of disgust in my mouth because of their questionable character. It was a whorehouse. Somewhere I wasn't used to. The ladies of the night did their business here, making their rounds around. They were all young girls of varying ages. I had never had sex before, nor did I want to have sex in such a disgusting way, where my body would be on full display, fucking different sizes of dicks, ranging from the ones as tiny as my thumb to long as my forearm. I didn't want to be used as an animal. No female's