Kayla
I was surprised by the sudden declaration, but I felt a strong connection to Aiden too. I looked into his eyes and saw a deep sincerity there. His chiseled cheekbones and piercing blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that fit his frame like a glove, and a crisp white shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar. The way he carried himself exuded confidence and sophistication, as if he were accustomed to commanding attention. As he turned to face me, I could not help but notice the way his suit jacket hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, accentuating his muscular build. His hair was neatly styled, swept to the side in a classic, timeless fashion that only added to his allure. I felt a sudden wave of nervousness wash over me, unsure if I was worthy of his attention. I could not help but feel a flutter in my stomach as I gazed up at him, realizing that this was a man who had the power to make my heart skip a beat with just a glance. My heart raced as I stood before the alpha, unable to believe what was really happening. It seemed the moon goddess had not forgotten me after all. I had never imagined that someone with a past like mine, a pack outcast, would be mated to an alpha to be. Aiden was the alpha's son, a formidable presence among the Night Walker pack. He inherited his father's strength, but also possessed a dark side that made him to be feared by the pack members. From a young age, Aiden had been groomed to take over his father's position as alpha, and he took this responsibility seriously. He trained hard, both physically and mentally, to ensure he was prepared to lead his pack with wisdom and fairness. When it came to protecting his pack from outside threats, Aiden's fierce nature shone through, earning the trust and loyalty of the pack members. He was a skilled warrior and tactician, always ready to defend his pack with his life if necessary. Overall, Aiden was the perfect example of an alpha's son- strong, compassionate, and fiercely protective of his pack. His leadership inspired loyalty and respect, and his presence commanded attention and admiration. As I looked into his eyes, I saw a mixture of strength and tenderness that made me feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I was not so sure about it. Despite my reservations, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I curtsied to him in greeting. Aiden was charming and attractive, but I was careful not to let down my guard. The last two years have been a crazy rollercoaster. I had been hurt badly by the people I trusted, by the pack I called home and I was still dealing with the aftermath of that betrayal. I had built a wall around myself, determined not to let anyone get too close. I was wary of people's intentions and did not want to risk getting hurt again. But I found myself drawn to Aiden despite my fears. Was it his tall and lean appearance? Or was it just the mate bond messing with my head? I reminded myself of the promise I had to keep. I needed to get justice for what had happened to me. And I knew that giving into the mate bond would only distract me from my goal. I could not afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment. I had to keep whatever feelings the mate bond was brewing for me in check. I would enjoy the conversations and companionship for as long as it lasted here, without letting it go any further. I was so afraid of what might happen if I let myself fall for Aiden completely. “Would you like a drink?” Aiden asked, snapping me out of the thoughts. I watched him for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. One drink will not hurt, right? He flashed me a dazzling smile and extended his hand towards me. I took it, feeling a surge of electricity as our fingers intertwined. I felt it strongly within me, that this was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that would be filled with challenges that I was certainly not ready for. As we walked towards the tall tower of drinks, hand in hand, I could not help but feel like this was all a dream. Why did Aiden regard me like I was a rare jewel he had just discovered? He did not look at me like I was an outcast. Did he not know who I was? He picked two glasses of wine from the stack and handed one to me. I watched him take a sip while I swirled the deep ruby-red wine in my glass, admiring the way the light played off its surface. The aroma wafted up to my nose, filling my senses with the rich scents of blackberries, cherries, and oak, causing my throat to water. As I took my first sip, I was immediately transported to a world of flavor. The wine was smooth and velvety on my tongue. I tasted hints of vanilla and spice, and a subtle smokiness that lingered on the palate. It was a wine that demanded attention, just like the man before me, with a complexity and depth that kept me coming back for more. As I savored the wine, I was instantly filled with a sense of contentment. We stood there, sipping the wine and watching the entertainment forge on, savoring every moment and every drop of the delicious, tasty wine. After a while, Aiden leaned forward and asked me, "You have not said a word since we met. I do not even know your name." I gave him a puzzled look. Did he really not know who I was? His face was marred with confusion when I passed him my glass. My hands quickly moved in response, as I communicated through sign language. He watched my hands carefully, immediately picking up on my gestures and the meaning behind them. As my hands moved fluidly, I could not help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Finally, I had found someone who could communicate with me in a way that felt natural and easy. Although I did not show it, I was secretly happy that my mate understood sign language. It meant that I could communicate without any barriers or misunderstandings, and that was a very beautiful feeling. It was then that I revealed my name and that I was mute, unable to speak. Aiden's eyes widened in surprise, but he did not skip a beat. He simply replied back, “Oh wow. Who would have thought?” He smiled assuredly at me when he saw my confused expression. He went further to answer my unasked question. “I have heard of the mute lady who is also a stealer. But I had never heard of her stunning looks either. I never imagined you would be this beautiful.” He said. I felt a pang of irritation. I was used to being looked at, but i did not like the way Aiden was looking at me now. I felt my cheeks flush with anger. It was one thing to be called a mute, but it was another thing to be referred to as a stealer. A stealer was one who did not have a wolf. I had not transformed yet and I did not know why. I was considered a failure through and through. I gulped and spoke up, my voice cold. "I do not like it when people talk about me like that.” Aiden looked taken aback. I was not sure if it was because of what I had said or the fact that I had spoken up. "I am sorry," he said quickly. "I did not mean to offend you. It was a harmless compliment, that is all." He raised his hand in surrender, the glasses still in them. I shook my head, and made the sign. ‘I do not want to talk about it,’ I was firm. It was in that moment that a server walked up to Aiden. “Your father, the alpha needs your attention right now.” We both turned to the podium where the alpha and the beta and their families sat. I watched as Aiden's father called out to him from across the party. Aiden glanced back at me and gave me an apologetic smile before making his way over to his father. Suddenly, I felt alone in the crowded room, and I wondered why I had even come to the party in the first place. Everyone seemed to be engaged in their own conversations. As I stood there, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. I started to feel like the outsider that I was, like I did not belong there. I decided it was time to leave the party and go home. As I made my way to the door, I glanced back one last time, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden. He was on the podium with his father, the beta and the beta’s daughter. The alpha was making an announcement. “We are pleased to announce that preparations for Aiden and Cynthia Julian’s marriage ceremony will kick off very soon. As we wait for the day to approach, we urge that you put them in your prayers and wish them well.”Aiden I had always known that I would someday become the Alpha of the Night Walker pack. I had trained tirelessly for it, honing my skills in hunting, tracking, and combat. I was a born leader, feared by my pack mates and admired by my peers. But what i had not expected was the condition that my father, the current Alpha, had set for me to inherit my title as his heir. He called me to inform me of his decision. In order to become the next Alpha, I would have to marry Cynthia Julian, the daughter of the Beta. I was taken aback and before I could process the new information, father had already mounted the stage to announce the development. I fumed while the crowd erupted in a standing ovation. Father and the Beta grinned as they looked on with pride. Cynthia Julian stood on the far end of the stage, beside her mother. She had an alluring appearance. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in waves of shimmering red. Her eyes were an intense shade of gold, with
Kayla As I trudged down the street like an abandoned pup, my mind was in a haze. The inventions that had played out a few minutes ago, felt like a dream to me. It did not seem plausible that I was the mate of the great alpha Aiden. It was something that sounded absurd. But I felt it, the connection, and the spark. I felt everything to my bones. Every cell in my body screamed that he was my mate and no matter how much I tried to ignore it. But why me? Why was I chosen? I did not fancy the fact that my long-time mate was alpha Aiden, but what could I do? I let out a long exasperated sigh as I began to mull over how this new interaction was going to affect my life. And then something clicked. Being alpha Aiden's mate will come with some benefits. Aside from his wealth and status, there was something else that would be of use to me. His popularity. For years I had been stuck with no way of finding those men that had taken pleasure in violating my body because of the little to
Aiden "Huh? You did not hear about it?" Sam slurred on his words as he rested his elbow on my shoulder. "I have no idea what you're going on. Explain better," I probed, my arms folded and a frown on my face. Sam chugged down a few more drinks before he spoke. "You see that mute, yeah, her name is Kayla. Apparently, she came out of nowhere one Dar claiming that she got raped by not just on man, but multiple men." My eyes widened as his words hit me. "Multiple men? That sounds horrible. But we have never had a rape incident in this pack before." "Precisely," Sam continued, "No one believed her naturally. Who knows if she really got raped? People were saying that she only did it to attract attention to herself, and of course, she was shunned. If word got out that something like that had occurred in our pack, then, it would ruin our reputation." That was when something clicked. I began to recall, vividly, a conversation I had with my father about a girl that lied about getti
Kayla My eyes slid open slowly, and it was immediately greeted by the sight of my worn out wooden, bedside table. It was on verge of collapsing, as weevils and other insects had begun to chomp through the wood. I moved my eyes to the window, and gazed at the warm sunlight that slipped through the thin glass. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my mind in shambles. After the terrifying attempt my stepfather tried to pull on me, and the bizarre encounter with alpha Aiden, it was hard to get any sleep at night. My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over again, like a broken DVD. I had already steeled my mind, preparing for my stepfather to violate me, but the moment Aiden burst into the living room, the relief that washed over me was indescribable. It was not the first time my stepfather had tried to violate my body, but since my mother was always around the house, he never got the opportunity. But that night, we were all alone, giving him that opportunity. If Aide
Aiden “A meeting?” I questioned as my eyes fell on the wolf that was standing in front of me. “Yes alpha. Your father wants you to attend it now.” I rolled my eyes as I made do with the buttons on my shirt. It was still a bit early to be holding a pack meeting, but my father was one to not care about the time. The meeting must be important, if he wanted me to attend so early in the morning. I waved my hand, dismissing the wolf and he bowed, making way out of my chambers. I turned to the window, and gazed at my reflection. The bags under my eyes were prominent. This was to be expected, since sleep was the last thing I had last night. My mind was swirling around with thoughts of my mate, Kayla. The moment she rejected me, I felt heart broken and I could not comprehend why she would turn down my offer. I was under the assumption that she was tired of being treated that way, so why would she want to stay with her so called family. Because she loved them? I scof
Kayla Just like Aiden had promised, I was given a room, which was right beside his chambers. He wanted me close to him, and that kind of filled me with a sense of relief. The moment I stepped into the room he had prepared for me, I was at loss for words. It was easily the most luxurious room I had ever seen. The first thing that caught my eye was the massive king-sized bed, covered in soft, white linens that looked like they belonged in a five-star hotel. I walked over to the bed, running my hands over it. This was the first time I had touched a bed so soft. The bed I slept on, back at my house could not hold a candle to this. To the left of the bed was a beautifully crafted wooden dresser with intricate carvings that caught the light from the crystal chandelier hanging above it. The dresser had a matching vanity table with a large mirror, flanked by two delicate golden lamps. In the corner of the room, there was a cosy armchair with a soft, plush cushion, perfect for l
Aiden The whole room had gone tranquil. It was as silent as a graveyard, and the weight of what I had done was settling in the air. Cynthia’s eyes were wide as she held her now reddened cheek. “Aiden, you...you hit me?” She asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “Yes, and I will do it again,” I said, my arms folded. I did not feel any ounce of regret at what I had done to her. She dared to lay her hands on my mate and she was suffering the repercussions. That was not the only reason I had hit her. Cynthia has always been pompous, everyone knew her for that. All because she was a Lycan, she would act like she was better than everyone. And I hated that. I wanted to put her in her place, and I was glad that the opportunity had finally been given to me. “Know your place, Cynthia, you cannot just storm into my room and hurt my mate,” I hissed. Cynthia’s eyes met with mine and a scowl formed on her face. “Aiden, you dare to hit me? Your fiancée?” “I have never ackno
Kayla’S POV As I trudged down the hallway, my mind was still reeling from what had happened to me in Aiden’s chambers. Cynthia’s presence there took a turn for the worst. I was in utter shock when she laid her hands on me, but what was more shocking, was the fact that Aiden had hit her back, and it was because of me. I was still sceptical about Aiden’s feelings for me, but when he got angry for my sake, I began to believe that his feelings for me were real. I was under the impression that the only reason why he was attracted to me was because of the mate bond, but now, I knew it was more than that. I did not know how to feel about these feelings that Aiden harboured for me, because I did not feel the same way about him. I let out a sigh; my head hung low as the thought of Cynthia popped up in my head. I was not elated when Aiden had hit her because of me. I was scared, that she would resent me because of that. When I rushed out of the room, I rushed out in hopes that I would
Kayla I walked away from the witch’s cottage with the two maids the alpha had assigned to me. The words the witch had told me still rang in my head. I was not sure what to think about this information and it bothered me a lot. I sighed through my nose, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I decided not to worry about it for now. It was a matter I could not exactly control. “Miss Kayla, would you like to take a tour around the pack house?” One of the maids asked. I brightened up, nodding my head profusely and we began to make our way back to the pack house. As we walked towards the pack house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. It was a magnificent structure made of wood and stone, with a thatched roof and large windows. It was surrounded by lush greenery and flowers, and the sound of a nearby stream added to its serene beauty. Brenda and Rose showed me around the various rooms in the pack house. We started with the main hall, which was grand and spacious, with high
Aiden My awe had not faded, seeing what Cynthia had just done. Her eyes were fixed on me intently, a look of seriousness in them. Seeing as she had just performed a rather serious ceremony, just to prove her feelings for me, I could not help but start to harbour some trust for her. “Aiden,” she cooed. “Do you believe me now? Did my feelings reach you?” I gazed at her, my eyes trailed to her plump red lips she had used to utter such words. My wolf, inside of me, yearned for one person, Kayla, but at the moment, there was a force drawing me to Cynthia, a force I could not comprehend. I decided to not fight it. I levitated towards her, my hands slinking around her waist and my lips capturing hers in a soft kiss. Cynthia leaned into me with hesitation, her hands making their way around my neck. Our kiss grew hotter by the minute as she parted her mouth and made way for my tongue to explore hers. She moaned into my mouth and I could feel her body quiver as I trailed a hand a
Kayla I kept having the same dream that night. It was all in the same sequence. I was standing in a clearing, surrounded by the men who had defiled me. They were taunting me, leering at me, and I felt helpless and terrified. Then suddenly, Aiden appeared, charging towards them with fury in his eyes. He fought them all off, one by one, until they lay motionless on the ground. But as soon as the last one fell, Aiden turned towards me, his eyes filled with sadness, and tears streaming down his face. It was the same dream every time, and every time I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart racing, and tears streaming down my face. Morning came, and I shot up from the bed, my whole body drenched in perspiration. I couldn’t help but replay the dream over and over in my head, trying to make sense of it. Did it mean that Aiden had something to do with those men who had defiled me? Why was he punishing them for what they had done? The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself
Aiden As I stood in front of Daniel, his eyes blazing with anger, I heard the whispers around me. But I ignored them, my mind too clouded with fury to pay attention to anything else. He had it coming. He had always been a pain, always getting drunk and causing trouble. He was never going to change, and I was tired of his antics. I hovered over Daniel, still seething with anger. My blood boiled in my veins, my chest heaving with every breath I took. I stare down at Daniel, who looked back up at me with a mix of shock and fury. I felt no remorse for my actions. I had grown tired of Daniel’s constant antics, his selfishness and jealousy. For years, I had overlooked his behavior, trying to keep the peace for the sake of their pack. But not anymore. Daniel raised his hand, ready to strike me back, but before he could, our father walked in. “What is going on here?” he demanded, his voice authoritative and stern. Daniel turned to face him, his drunkenness making his movements unst
Kayla I ran as fast as I could, gasping for breath as I stumbled over the rocky terrain. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my face. I couldn’t believe that the disappearing powder had worn off so quickly, and I cursed Lily for not warning me about the side effects. I had to get away from Freyer’s pack house, or else I would be sacrificed like a lamb. I glanced behind me, my eyes scanning the woods for any sign of pursuit. So far, there was no one in sight, but I knew that I had to keep running. I pushed myself harder, my legs burning as I forced myself to go faster. As I ran, I spotted a pack in the distance, and my heart leaped with hope. Maybe I could find sanctuary there. I changed direction, making a beeline for the pack. My chest heaved as I ran, and I prayed that I wouldn’t collapse before I got there. The pack was hidden away in a secluded area, surrounded by thick trees and underbrush. I slowed down as I approached, scanning my s
Aiden I sat in my office, staring at the empty desk across from me. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp providing a soft glow. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with books and trinkets that had been passed down through generations of our pack. My father had insisted that I take over this office when I became the alpha, but I never felt comfortable here. It always felt too sterile, too cold. My thoughts drifted to my mother, and the ache in my chest grew stronger. Her burial had lasted for seven long days, and now it was finally over. I had watched as they lowered her to the ground, my heart heavy with grief. I missed her so much, and I couldn’t help but think about all the things she would never get to see or experience. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I had a duty to my pack, and I couldn’t let my grief consume me. But it was hard. So hard. I had never felt so alone before. The only person I ever really loved was not here with me. Kayla.
Kayla I sat there in the dark, dank cell, waiting for Freyer to answer my proposal. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I was sure it would burst any second. Freyer was gazing down at me with a look of disdain on his face. “So, Kayla,” he said, his voice cold and unfeeling. “You’re willing to be used as a sacrifice, just so you can get your revenge on those men?” I nodded my head, my eyes locked onto his, pleading with him to understand. “Yes, Freyer. It’s the only way. I swear to you, I will do whatever it takes to make sure the sacrifice is carried out. Just please, let me have my revenge,” I signed. Freyer didn’t answer right away. He simply stood there, studying me with a cold, unfeeling gaze. I could feel my heart sinking in my chest, as I realized that he might not agree to my proposal. “You could run away,” he finally said, his voice low and menacing. “I do not find you trustworthy, so I will not agree to such a deal. It benefits me in no way.” Tears welled
Aiden I mulled over what the messenger had just told me, unsure of what to do. Both events were equally important to me. Completing my marriage to Cynthia would officially seal my position as alpha in the clan. Each alpha in the clan, always had a wife, before they could take up the title. But burying my mother and finally putting her to rest after she had suffered for years from cancer was a very big deal to me. I let out a sigh, my eyes trailing to the sky as I was torn between both options. “Why don’t you postpone the wedding and focus on your mother’s burial?” I could hear my wolf speak to me. I brooded over it and his words were right. My wedding with Cynthia was something I could finish at a later date. We had done the official wedding, and all that was left was the wedding rituals. That could be postponed, while I hold a proper burial for my mother. I told to the messenger and he blinked at me. “Excuse me,” I said, turning to the messenger who stood next to me. “D
Kayla I sat on the cold stone floor of my dungeon cell, my stomach growling with hunger. I had been locked up for what felt like days, with no food or water. My throat was parched, and my body weak. I regretted running away from the Freyer’s pack house. I thought I could escape and find a better life for myself, but now, I wished I had stayed. At least I had food and shelter there. My eyes wandered around the dimly lit cell, and I wondered why I had not taken a look at it since I had been locked up here. The dungeon cell was a small, damp and musty room with stone walls that were covered in dirt and grime. The air was thick with the scent of mold and decay, and I could hear the scurrying of rats in the corners. A small window high up on the wall allowed a meager amount of light to filter in, but it was not enough to brighten the room. The only piece of furniture in the cell was a rusted iron bedframe with a thin, lumpy mattress that provided little comfort. The metal was col