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 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
Kayla As I ran, my heart pounded, and my breathing became ragged. I could hear my footsteps echoing off the alley's walls, mingling with the pounding of my pursuers' feet. I knew that I had to keep running if I wanted to escape. My muscles burned with exertion, and sweat poured down my face. I tried to focus on the rhythm of my breathing and the sound of my footsteps, hoping it would distract me from the fear and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm me. My mind raced as I searched for a way out. I scanned the dark alley for any signs of escape, but it seemed like a dead end. The only light came from a distant street lamp, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out and grab at my feet as I ran past. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise behind me and instinctively turned to look. My foot caught on a loose brick in that split second, and I stumbled, nearly falling. I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew my pursuers were close. With a burst of energy, I surged forward, yanking m
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 wi
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
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