Diana My hands are shaking so badly now that I can barely hold the book. But I force myself to finish the chapter: "The perpetrator's fate was sealed that same night. It is widely believed that as divine retribution for his heinous act, the gods stripped him of his humanity, cursing him to become Feral. Some scholars argue that he may have descended into madness before committing the atrocity, but this is a minority view. The prevailing theory is that his actions led to his curse." "Almost a century later, Dominicus Amadeus still lives, now known only as the Feral Alpha. It is speculated that the gods cursed him with longevity, forcing him to relive his crime for eternity. He now exists as a rabid animal, a cautionary tale of the consequences of unchecked power and cruelty." I close the book, my mind reeling. But something compels me to reach for another volume: "Global Pack Atlas: Locations and Territories." With trembling fingers, I flip through the pages until I find Garnet
Diana But then, a small voice in the back of my mind speaks up, defiant against the tide of fear threatening to overwhelm me. "Yeah! He killed those men. To PROTECT you!" I pause, caught off guard by this thought. It's true, isn't it though? He saved me that day. And hasn't he been kind and gentle with me ever since, in both his wolf and human forms? My mind drifts to the early days, his initial hostility when he first came to the diner, his aggression when I tried to run away. But those memories are quickly overshadowed by countless acts of kindness. The way he takes care of me, ensures my comfort, protects me. "You're overthinking this," I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. "He's been nothing but good to you." But my mind, ever the pessimist, refuses to let go. The history books are clear as day, it argues. He's a monster, a killer. You can't trust him. My heart, however, rebels against this notion. He is my mate, it insists. He has shown me nothing but kindness
Diana He was trying to tell me he loves me? The realization hits me like a physical blow, and suddenly I can't breathe. Guilt washes over me like a tide, threatening to drown me. How could I have doubted him, even for a moment? With shaking hands, I reach up and gently remove the flower from my hair. I stare at it, its delicate petals suddenly blurring as tears fill my eyes. This isn't just any flower. This is the same type of flower I've been receiving every morning and every night since that misunderstanding, since I treated him so terribly. The memory of the vase in our bedroom flashes through my mind. Always full of these lilacs, even as some wither and are replaced. A constant, silent declaration of his feelings. My chest tightens, and I struggle to draw breath. I feel like the worst person on earth. How could I have ever doubted this man? This man who has shown me nothing but kindness, who has protected me, cared for me... loved me. The flower in my hand becomes a testament
Diana Despite his outward ordinariness, my instincts scream at me to retreat and I find myself taking an involuntary step back, my heart racing. But then the man looks up, his eyes brightening as they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, revealing perfect white teeth. And I know it’s too late. I can't just walk away now. So, chiding myself for being overly paranoid, I force a bright smile onto my face and close the remaining distance to his table. I'm probably just overthinking things, I tell myself. He’s just an ordinary human, not some werewolf chasing me down trying to cash in on the bounty. He poses no danger to me, especially not in this crowded diner. I’m probably just still shaken from my earlier emotional breakdown. I pull out my notepad and pen from my apron pocket, falling into the familiar routine. "Hello, welcome to Ellen's. What can I get for you today?" My voice sounds steadier than I feel, a small victory. "Hello," he replies, his voice soft and pleasant. H
DianaI nod again, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. My heart pounds in my chest as I turn towards the diner's front door, each step feeling like I'm wading through molasses. As I scan the room, my eyes lock onto another man, dressed as casually as any other patron, but the hardness in his gaze betrays his true nature. He's watching me, hawk-like, ready to pounce at the slightest misstep.Ellen looks up from behind the counter, her usual warm smile faltering as she takes in my appearance. "Diana, honey? You look awful pale. Are you feeling alright?"For a moment, I'm tempted to scream, to tell Ellen everything and beg for help. But the image of Billy, battered and bloody, flashes through my mind. I don't know what these people- these humans- are capable of, but I do know THAT man, and what he can do. I can't risk Ellen's safety. She's just a kind old woman who's shown me nothing but kindness. I can't bear the thought of her getting hurt because of me.Swallowing hard, I force dow
Diana The monster from my nightmares, stands before me in the flesh. As my eyes lock onto Beta Marcus's face, a tsunami of emotions crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its intensity. The sight of that familiar sickening smirk, the cold cruelty in his face, catapults me back to that horrifying day. My body remembers what my mind has tried so hard to forget – his bruising grip, the sickening feel of his breath on my skin, the paralyzing terror as I realized what he intended to do. A violent shudder runs through me, and I fight the urge to vomit. The phantom sensations of his hands on me make my skin crawl, and I want nothing more than to scrub myself raw, to somehow erase the memory of his touch. The fear I felt then comes rushing back, magnified tenfold by the knowledge that this time, there might be no escape. But beneath the fear, a spark of fury ignites. How dare he? How dare he hunt me down, terrorize me, hurt the people I care about? The injustice of it all – that I sh
Diana "...So, I hear you've got yourself a sugar daddy now?" His words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless. Sugar daddy? The shock must show on my face because Marcus's grin widens, becoming even more predatory. It takes me a moment to realize he's talking about Dominicus. He knows I'm in a relationship, but he doesn't know who with. He thinks it's with a human? "I always knew there was something off about you, Diana," Marcus continues, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even when you were a kid. Always seeking attention, weren't you? I bet you've been trying to seduce men since then. Why else would I have been so drawn to you? It's not my fault – you were the one doing the seducing." I can't believe what I'm hearing. My mind reels, struggling to process his words. He's actually blaming me for his own actions? He tried to assault me, and now he's saying it was my fault? "That's not true," I manage to say, shaking my head. "I never-" But Marcus cuts me off, his voic
Dominicus I pause mid-stride, a sudden unease washing over me. It's as if my skin has shrunk, constricting around my muscles and bones, making every movement uncomfortable. The sensation is familiar yet inexplicable, a restlessness that sets my nerves on edge. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. It's just the wolf, I tell myself. The curse that's been my constant companion for centuries, the feral beast that lurks beneath my skin. It's not unusual for these feelings to surface, especially when I've been away from Diana for a while. Diana. Just the thought of her name brings a measure of calm. She's my anchor, the one who soothes the savage beast within me. Part of me wants to go to her right now, to bask in her presence and let her gentle touch chase away this discomfort. But I know she's at work, and I don't want to distract her. It's only a few more hours until her shift ends, I remind myself. I can wait. The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my th
DianaThe kiss is toe-curling, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. It’s slow and deep, filled with an intensity that leaves me dizzy. I lean into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as my body turns molten under his touch.“Good morning,” he murmurs against my lips, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Or should I say good afternoon, dulcis?” Yeah… it seems to be way past noon already.“Good morning,” I whisper back stupidly, dazed and breathless.His grin is devastating, lighting up his already handsome face. His smile so good looking it makes my head spin.He’s so gorgeous…He really is, my wolf sighs back dreamily.Dominicus steps back, his arms leaving my waist. My body nearly rebels as his warmth leaves me. I want his touch back on my skin. He smirks knowingly. “Don’t worry,” he says, his voice laced with promise. “We have all the time in the world.”The wicked glint in his eye sends heat rushing through my body, and I look away, suddenly shy. How is it possibl
DianaThrough our bond, I feel her emotions—her pride, her love, her unwavering loyalty—and they fill every corner of me, washing away the pain and self-doubt that I’ve carried for so long.“You’re really here,” I murmur in incredulity, more to myself than to her.“Yes,” she agrees gently. “And I’m here to stay.”Her conviction is so absolute, so grounding, that for the first time in my life, I feel truly whole.For a while, we don’t speak. We just sit together in the shared space of my mind, letting the emotions ebb and flow naturally. It’s a healing silence, one filled with understanding and quiet support.For the next hour or so, we engage in heartfelt conversation. We talk about any and everything.Her voice is soft yet sultry, carrying a natural elegance that exudes both maturity and calm. It’s soothing, like the low hum of a familiar melody, and yet there’s an undeniable strength beneath it—a quiet power that speaks volumes without effort. Listening to her, I can’t help but mar
DianaI stir awake slowly, the faint warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows and falling gently over my face. My body feels heavy, like I’ve sunk into the mattress, and for a moment, I can’t remember why I feel so… different.I blink, my eyes fluttering open, and I take in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. Disoriented at first, I lie still, staring at the ceiling as the haze of sleep begins to lift. It’s then that everything crashes into me at once, and my eyes widen in remembrance.Yesterday.Yesterday- or was it two days ago?, Dominicus and I finally mated.My cheeks flush with warmth, and an uncontrollable giddy giggle escapes me. I hug the sheets close to my chest, rolling onto my side, and then onto my back again. The bond—our bond—is alive and strong, like a current thrumming beneath my skin. I can feel it as clearly as I feel my own heartbeat, tethering me to him. If I wanted to, I know I could follow it right now and find him.He’s in the house, I real
DominicusDiana’s wolf, despite her excitement, listens. She doesn’t stray far, though her energy is boundless. I wait patiently, my eyes scanning the clearing for the flash of her coat. When she bounds back toward me, tail wagging furiously, I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. “Come on”, I say in amusement, “let’s go back home”.She yips excitedly snd follows me back- no, she runs ahead- practically leading me back. Once we break through the trees to the cabin, she runs a quick circle around me, her excitement radiating, before darting off again to explore the vicinity of the cabin.I follow her at a measured pace, my steps steady as I watch her. She moves gracefully, her muscles rippling beneath her fur as she zigzags through the trees, sniffing at every corner and shadow. There’s an undeniable joy in her movements, and every so often, she glances back at me, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement, as if to make sure I’m still there.She inspects everything—the tre
Dianal open my eyes, and the world is... different. Everything is sharper, clearer.Colors seem more vibrant, and every detail stands out with startling clarity. I blink, stunned by the sheer vividness of the world around me.The sounds of the forest flood my ears— leaves rustling in the wind, birds chirping in the distance, the soft hum of insects. It's overwhelming, but not unpleasant.And the scents. My nose twitches as I pick up everything: the earthy aroma of the soil, the faint scent of water from a nearby stream, even the subtle musk of Dominicus beside me.I shakily get to my legs-or rather, my four legs. For a moment, I wobble, unsteady on my new limbs. Dominicus's hands hover close, ready to catch me if I fall.But then I steady myself, planting my paws firmly into the ground. The sensation is strange but exhilarating. I feel powerful, alive in a way I never have before.He kneels in front of me, his eyes shining with pride and relief. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice t
DianaThe weight of his words hits me just as another wave of searing pain tears through my body, and for a moment, I can’t think. I can only feel the fire coursing through my veins, the agony that refuses to let up.Dominicus doesn’t stop, his voice more urgent now. “It’s why your shift is taking so long. Your wolf is stronger—too strong for your body to handle easily.” His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, his gaze intense. “I should’ve realized sooner… Damn it, Diana.”I don’t know how to feel about this piece of information.An Alpha…Me.As someone who has lived life believing I was at the very bottom of the food chain- lowest rungs of werewolf society, to suddenly be told that I was actually meant to be at the top-the Apex, feels surreal.It feels like something out of a dream. And I have dreamt of it before. Many, many times. To wake up one day and no longer be powerless. To he strong enough to trample on all those who hurt me.But
Diana The piercing pain jolts me awake, sharp and unforgiving, as though a thousand needles are burrowing into my bones all at once. I gasp loudly, my eyes snapping open in shock. Beside me, Dominicus sits up instantly, his expression shifting from groggy contentment to razor-sharp concern. His hand is on me in an instant, steadying me, his strong presence grounding me even as my body feels like it’s tearing itself apart. “You’re shifting,” he says urgently, his voice tight with worry. His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My eyes widen, and despite the agony clawing at my insides, excitement sparks to life in my chest. Shifting? Finally? But just as quickly as the thought comes, it’s swept away by another wave of pain that tears through my body. My muscles contract violently, and I barely hold back a scream. Dominicus doesn’t waste a second. Within moments, he’s pulling on a pair of loose pants while slipping one of his oversized T-shirts over my trembling body. Befor
The TraitorThe forest is silent except for my hesitant footsteps crunching over fallen leaves. My nerves feel stretched thin. I glance over my shoulder, though I know no one is following. No one must know I'm here.Ahead, three women stand motionless, their flowing, floor-length dresses shifting like liquid shadows. They don't speak or move, their cold, unfeeling eyes seeming to look past me, as though I don't exist.I stand rooted to the spot, my palms clammy. The aura surrounding them is oppressive, otherworldly. It's not something I can ever grow accustomed to.Even from here, their presence feels like ice settling deep into my bones.Minutes pass.Finally, one of them-draped in a dress of emerald green-turns her head slightly, an acknowledgment. Without a word, they begin to move deeper into the forest, their gait as fluid as the fabric that flows around them. I follow, unbidden, my heart thundering in my chest.We pass a pack sentry, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, his
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana "Argh!" Silas is moaning and grunting as I try to keep up with him. Eventually I give up when he pounds me so hard my shaking arms that are holding me up give out, tumbling me down onto the bed. I turn my face to the side to look at him and breath raggedly as he continues his sweet torture. His face is pulled taut, features twisted into a snarl- fangs out, all the while inhuman and animalistic growls leave his mouth as he rams into me. He is absolutely wild… feral. And completely magnificent.Every single movement of his evokes in me a blinding pleasure- waves of ecstasy washing over me.His thrusts are getting faster now, his groans getting more feral. He is pistoning wildly, thighs slapping furiously against mine. The bed is creaking dangerously now- I don’t think it can take much more.I am face down- chest to the bed, ass up, as he pumps fiercely into me. And I think he very much likes this posture because hi