Selena leaves Demika’s house, the weight of her emotions pressing heavily on her chest as she strides down the path toward the pack house. The sky is overcast, a low rumble of thunder in the distance hinting at the brewing storm—a reflection of the turmoil inside her. Her steps are purposeful, each one fueled by the anger and frustration that has been simmering since she found out about the attack on Demika.As she approaches the pack house, the grand structure looms before her, its imposing presence only heightening the tension that coils within her.Her mind races with thoughts of Demika—her best friend, almost killed because of a failure in the pack's security, or so she thought. The fact that an omega from the Aramanthian Pack had been able to infiltrate their territory without detection infuriates her. More than that, it terrifies her. If the pack can’t even protect its own, what hope do they have against their enemies? She knows she has to confront Wilson, the Alpha, and demand
Wilson’s eyes flash with anger, and in an instant, he closes the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm tightly. “Enough,” he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not speak to me like that.”Selena’s breath catches in her throat, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. But she refuses to back down, refuses to let him intimidate her. “Let go of me, Wilson,” she demands, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.For a moment, it seems as though Wilson might actually hurt her, his grip tightening on her arm. But then, just as suddenly, he releases her, his expression unreadable. He takes a step back, his breathing heavy, as if trying to regain control.“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Selena,” Wilson says, his voice calmer now, though still laced with anger. “You have no idea what it takes to be an Alpha… to be the Alpha, to bear the weight of responsibility for this pack. I won’t have you questioning my leadership, little
The evening air hums with tension as the grand hall of the Pack House fills with a motley assembly of Clovis City’s most powerful. The gathering is a spectacle of power and intrigue, where alliances are as fragile as glass and secrets hang in the air like unspoken curses. The room is dominated by the presence of Alpha Wilson, his authority palpable, as the leaders of various packs, district heads, and even a few distinguished humans convene under his command.Selena together with the cowering Demika—gradually growing confident, especially with her new-found mojo, and a willful she-wolf by her side—strides into the hall, her heart pounding like a drumbeat. The weight of her purpose is heavy on her shoulders. She’s not here to cower in the presence of Alphas; she’s here to make sure her best friend gets the justice she deserves.Her eyes scan the room, noting the stern faces of the council members—22 Alphas in all—each with their own agendas hidden behind stoic expressions.At the far e
Without thinking, Selena steps forward. “This isn’t right,” she says, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You’re letting the real culprit go free.”A shocked silence falls over the room. All eyes are on Selena, but she doesn’t care. She’s past the point of caution.Wilson’s eyes narrow dangerously, and when he speaks, his voice is a low growl. “Careful, Selena. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”Selena’s pulse quickens, but she stands her ground. “I’m not afraid of you, Wilson. You can’t silence the truth.”Wilson takes a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t a game, and your accusations are baseless.”Selena’s hands clench into fists at her sides. “You know Charmaine is involved. You’re protecting her because of some twisted alliance, and it’s wrong.”The air in the room crackles with tension, and for a moment, it seems as if Wilson might lose control. But then, to Selena’s surprise, he takes a deep breath an
Selena’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing is clear—she’s in way over her head. This isn’t just about Demika or Charmaine anymore. This is about her, about them, and the dangerous path they’re both treading.“Wilson…” she starts, but he cuts her off with another kiss, more urgent this time, as if he’s trying to drown out the doubts in her mind.She responds in kind, her hands tangling in his hair as she gives in to the emotions she’s been fighting for so long. This is madness, but it’s a madness that consumes her, that pulls her under until she’s drowning in it.When they break apart again, Wilson’s expression is fierce, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that makes her knees weak.“You belong to me, Selena,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re mine.”His words send a thrill through her, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration. She knows she should push him away, should fight the pull he has on her, but she can’t. She do
The execution ground is a somber place, hidden deep within the woods that encircle the Redbone pack’s territory. Ancient trees loom overhead, their twisted branches casting long shadows that dance on the ground like specters. The air is thick with anticipation, the kind that makes the skin prickle and the heart race. It is a place where blood has been spilled for centuries, where justice—or what passes for it in this brutal world—has been meted out without mercy.The council members gather in a semicircle around the clearing, their faces etched with a mix of solemnity and grim resolve. Alpha Wilson, the undisputed leader of the Redbone pack, stands at the center, his presence commanding and unyielding. His broad shoulders are draped in a cloak of dark fur, a symbol of his dominion, and his eyes, a piercing shade of greenish gold, scan the assembly with an intensity that brooks no challenge.Beside him stands Jason Wayde, his right-hand man and executioner. Jason is a formidable figure
Alpha Wilson raises his hand, the signal that the execution is to begin. The clearing falls silent, the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the wind. Jason steps forward, his eyes locked on the Omega, his blade gleaming in the dim light. The Omega does not flinch, does not beg for mercy. He stands tall, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on Selena.“Retribution is a blade forged in the fires of justice, yet wielded by the hands of those with patience and precision. It is not the frenzied slash of revenge, but the calculated strike that waits in the shadows, allowing time to sharpen its edge. True retribution is not blind, but rather it sees with clarity the scales of wrongs and rights, balancing them with an even hand. It is a force that does not seek to merely satisfy the thirst for vengeance, but to restore the equilibrium that was disturbed. It knows that in the act of retribution, the lesson lies not only for the one who receives the blow but also for the o
But before the Omega can reach her, a blur of movement streaks across the clearing. Valentine, moving with the preternatural speed of his kind, intercepts the Omega in mid-air. The impact is brutal, the force of it sending the Omega crashing to the ground. Valentine doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he rips the Omega apart, his strength far surpassing that of any werewolf.The clearing falls into stunned silence, the air thick with the scent of blood. The Omega’s body lies in pieces on the ground, his final move thwarted in the blink of an eye. Valentine stands over the remains, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still dark with the intensity of the moment.Selena is frozen in place, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. She stares at Valentine, her heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of shock and relief flooding through her. He had saved her life—there is no doubt about that. But the violence of his actions, the sheer power he had displayed, leaves her breath