Beta Marcus I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Alpha, they came because Alpha Darius's young son and heir was killed a few months ago," I begin, watching Magnus's reaction carefully. "It happened on their territory. The death was... brutal." Magnus's eyebrows shoot up, genuine surprise flashing across his features. "His son? Isn't that his only child?" I nod grimly. "Yes, Alpha. After decades of trying, it was the only pup they managed to have. Just a little one, hadn't even had his first shift yet." "Damn," Magnus mutters, his brow furrowing. "No wonder he's that wound up about it," Magnus muses, his brow furrowing. "How exactly did it happen?" "The boy was found dead in the woods within their territory," I explain, choosing my words carefully. "As I said, it was brutal. It bears a striking resemblance to those mysterious murders that have been plaguing packs worldwide." Understanding dawns on Magnus's face. "Ah, so that's why they're seeking an
Beta Marcus I keep my gaze fixed downward, afraid that if I look up, Magnus might see the fear and malice in my eyes. His silence stretches on, oppressive and unsettling. The room feels charged with an energy I can't quite understand. Has he seen through my lies? Is he about to call my bluff? Finally, when Magnus speaks again, his question catches me off guard. "Where is Diana now?" I blink, momentarily thrown by the unexpected inquiry. "I... I saw her outside Garnet City, Alpha," I reply, quickly regaining my composure. "She was with a wolf who fits the description of the Feral Alpha." I pause, swallowing heavily as I dart a quick look at Magnus as I deliver the next piece of information. "Also, according to my sources, she is in a romantic relationship with this wolf. The bond appears strong, and they are most likely going to mate." The sound of shattering glass fills the room, making me jump. I look up in surprise to find Magnus standing, his face ashen with shock. His hands a
Alpha Magnus I stand in my office, the world around me blurring as my mind struggles to process the information Beta Marcus has just shared. The revelation hits me like a physical blow, leaving me disoriented and breathless. As the door closes behind Marcus, I find myself sinking into my chair, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The first coherent thought that emerges from the fog of my mind is a startling realization. The day Beta Marcus sustained those injuries... it was the exact same day I rejected Diana. The timing, the proximity - it all aligns with chilling precision. I recall Marcus's account of the incident, his words echoing in my mind: "I saw her rummaging through my office and I thought it was quite suspicious. When I confronted her, she attacked me. I suspect she might have been trying to steal something. I didn’t expect it at all Alpha, so my guard was down." At the time, I hadn't given it much thought. Just figured it was some random low ranking wolf who was into pe
Alpha Magnus "Diana," I whisper her name like a prayer. "What have I done to you?" The weight of my actions, the enormity of my mistakes, crashes down upon me. I remain on my knees, doubled over in pain and remorse, as the full impact of my decisions finally hits home. In this moment, I am no longer the powerful Alpha Magnus. I am simply a man facing the devastating consequences of his choices, grappling with the realization that he may have irreparably damaged the one person he was meant to protect above all others. As my wolf continues its relentless assault, I close my eyes, allowing the pain to wash over me. It's a fitting punishment, I think, for the suffering I've caused. And as I kneel there, broken and remorseful, I wonder if there's any way to make this right, or if I've lost Diana forever. As I kneel on the floor, my forehead lowers and presses against the cold surface when another realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. Diana isn't just on the run; she's abo
Diana The world fades away as Dominicus lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I'm the most precious thing in the world. His warmth envelops me, chasing away the chill that had settled deep in my bones. With each step he takes towards the cabin, I feel the tension in my body slowly uncoiling. Inside, he gently lowers me onto the soft couch. Before I can miss his touch, he's back, now wearing a pair of trousers. He settles beside me, pulling me onto his lap with tender care. I curl into him, seeking the comfort of his presence. "I've got you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "You're safe now, Diana. I won't let anything happen to you ever again." The day passes in a haze of gentle touches and whispered reassurances. Dominicus tends to me tirelessly, his patience seemingly endless. He coaxes me to eat, wraps me in soft blankets, and holds me close when the memories threaten to overwhelm me. Slowly, under his attentive care, the trembli
Diana "No! I mean, yes, but..." I stumble over my words, desperate to explain. "At first, I was scared and confused. I went to work to clear my head, to try and make sense of it all. But Dom, I promise you, it was only for a moment. I don't believe those things now. I know you're not that person." I grab his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Please believe me. I was wrong to doubt you, even for a moment." He stares at me not saying anything for a moment before, "Diana," he whispers, pain lacing his voice. "I was the one who gave you those books." He looks down, falling silent, but I can feel the sadness radiating from him. The realization hits me like a physical blow. Of course, he knows what's the content of those books. He gave them to me because he trusted that I wouldn't believe what was written. He had confidence in me, and I had let him down. "You already knew?" I ask softly, feeling foolish even as the words leave my lips. He nods slowly. "Yes... But you
Dominicus I lead Diana through the dense forest, my mind clouded with memories I've long tried to suppress. The woods are thick, untamed, with no clear path to guide us. But I know exactly where I'm going. Every tree, every rock, every scent is etched into my memory, a painful reminder of a past that has haunted me for almost a century. Finally, we break through the treeline, and I feel Diana's sharp intake of breath beside me. "It's magnificent," Diana breathes in amazement. I can't help the bitter twist of my lips. "It used to be," I think to myself, the words too painful to voice aloud. I stare at the ruins, lost in a haze of memories. The laughter that once echoed through these halls, the warmth of family, the sense of purpose and belonging – all gone now, reduced to rubble and regret. "This... this used to be my home," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Diana squeezes my hand gently, a silent gesture of support. She doesn't push, doesn't rush
Content Warning: Depictions of violence, death and bloodshed. Dominicus The shrill ring of the phone cuts through the silence of my office, startling me from my paperwork. I reach for it, a slight frown creasing my brow. It's unusual for anyone to call at this hour unless it's urgent. "Alpha Dominicus speaking," I answer, my voice crisp and authoritative. "Sir," comes the reply, and I immediately recognize the voice of Samuel, one of our most trusted Betas. There's an edge to his tone that sets me on alert. "We have a situation here at the Pack grounds." I lean forward in my chair, instinctively tensing. "What kind of situation, Samuel?" He hesitates for a moment, and I can almost see him running a hand through his hair – a nervous habit of his. "It's... it's hard to explain, sir. Things are getting heated. I've personally broken up at least five fights today alone, and those are only the ones I've seen." My frown deepens. Fight breakouts aren't uncommon in a pack as lar
Diana “Ch-chasing you?” I stutter, my voice pitched in disbelief. “Yes,” Dominicus says smoothly, his calm tone doing nothing to settle my nerves. “Chase drills. To build speed, reflexes, and stamina.” The way he says it makes it sound so simple, but I know better. Nothing about training with Dominicus is ever simple. I groan audibly, muttering under my breath as I shift back into my wolf form. My muscles ache from the earlier sparring session, and now he wants me to race after his ridiculously fast wolf? Fantastic. Truly. “Do I get a head start?” I ask, clinging to a sliver of hope. “No,” he replies, his massive black wolf shifting into the clearing. Even in the dim light of the setting sun, his fur gleams, every movement exuding power and grace. His glowing blue eyes lock onto me, filled with challenge and something almost playful. I huff. “Figures.” “But,” he adds, his deep voice echoing through the mind-link, “I’ll lower my speed-ordinary Alpha level.” A flicker of relief
Diana“Training shall continue at 6 p.m,” Dominicus says, and I can’t help but groan. He gives me that signature no-nonsense look, the one that brooks no argument, and reminds me why we’re doing this.“You should be able to fight at night,” he says. “To use the cover of darkness to your advantage.”It’s logical, of course, but it doesn’t make it any less dreadful. I flop onto my back in human form, sprawled out on the grass like a fish out of water. My entire body feels like it’s been run over by a truck.The sound of footsteps draws closer, and before I can even think about protesting, I’m scooped up into the air. A squeak of surprise escapes me as Dominicus cradles me in his arms in a perfect princess-carry. I glance up at him, ready to grumble, but the warmth of his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat immediately calm me. His strong arms hold me securely, and for a moment, I let myself relax, resting my head against him.“You did so good, dulcis,” he murmurs, his deep voic
DianaShifting feels as natural as breathing now—just a seamless fusion of woman and wolf. My body responds instantly, power surging through me as bones shift and reshape. Within seconds, I'm standing on four paws, my coppery-red fur rippling in the cool morning breeze.Across the field, Dominicus transforms. Despite having seen it several times now, the sight still leaves me breathless. His wolf form really is magnificent. But it's not just his size that's intimidating. I've always known that despite his massive bulk, he moves like a shadow. Silent. Lethal. But now, having him train me and experiencing it first hand, I understand that he is even stronger than anyone can imagine. By the time you hear him, it's already too late.And yet still, despite it all, I feel no fear or intimidation toward my mate. Instead, I’m filled with a sense of awe and fascination, my wolf humming with delight in the back of my mind. She always seems to push me to get closer to him, urging me to rub myself
Diana“And you’re improving,” he counters, holding out a hand to help me up.I hesitate, tempted to refuse out of sheer stubbornness. But my legs feel like they’re about to give out, so I begrudgingly take his hand. He pulls me to my feet with ease, and for a moment, his hand lingers in mine.“You’re doing well,” he says quietly, his voice softer now. “Better than I expected.”I blink at him, momentarily thrown. “Really?”“Really,” he confirms, releasing my hand. “But don’t let it go to your head. You still have a long way to go.”And just like that, the moment is gone. He steps back, his commanding demeanor snapping back into place. “Now, we’re moving on to climbing.”“Climbing?” I echo, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What are we climbing?”He gestures toward the edge of the field, where an enormous tree towers over the landscape. Its thick trunk is weathered with age, the bark gnarled and rough, and its branches stretch high into the sky. I stare at it, my stomach twisting with a
Diana The morning sun is merciless. It beats down on the field, and I’m already drenched in sweat. My tank top clings uncomfortably to my skin, and the loose cargo pants I’m wearing are starting to feel heavier with every step. I glance at Dominicus, who stands a few paces ahead, looking completely unaffected by the heat. Of course. Because why would my overpowered mate ever look anything less than perfect? “Again,” he commands, his deep voice steady and authoritative as his golden eyes watch my every move. I groan, bending over with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. My legs feel like jelly, and my heart is pounding so hard it might burst out of my chest. “You say ‘again’ like I didn’t just sprint halfway across the field and dodge every obstacle you threw at me.” “You didn’t dodge,” he says flatly, raising an eyebrow. “You tripped over the last hurdle and face-planted into the grass.” I glare at him, brushing a smear of dirt from my knee. “You know, a good tr
Alpha Magnus I had just opened the car door when the pain struck. Not physical—something deeper, something primal that splintered through my very soul. The tiny link between Diana and me, that fragile thread that had stubbornly persisted despite my rejection, suddenly snapped. My wolf's agonized howl tore through my mind as we both felt it—the exact moment they completed the mate bond. The sound was raw, feral, a haunting cry of loss that echoed through every fiber of my being. He knew. We both knew. Dominicus was claiming what should have been ours. I didn't even make it into the car. My legs gave out and I collapsed by the roadside, curling into myself as wave after wave of soul-crushing pain washed over me. I couldn't scream. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. All I could do was lie there, trembling like a broken thing as the reality of what was happening tore me apart. "No," The word barely made it past my lips, a hoarse whisper of denial. "No! How could you?!" It felt like so
Alpha MagnusThe room is silent except for my ragged breathing. Shards of wood and splintered furniture litter the floor, a testament to yet another fit of rage I couldn’t contain. My office, once the picture of authority and control, looks like the aftermath of a hurricane. Papers lie scattered, walls bear the scars of thrown objects, and the desk I’ve destroyed for the fifth time is a heap of splinters.The anger and frustration gnaw at me, unrelenting, a beast I can’t cage. Ever since the Council hearing… no, ever since she walked away with him, I’ve been like this. Unstable. Volatile. A shadow of the Alpha I once was.The pack feels it, of course. They’re on edge, walking on eggshells around me. The silence in the halls is deafening, broken only by hurried whispers and the occasional sound of someone fleeing my vicinity. I’ve heard it in their voices, seen it in their eyes—they’re afraid of what I’ve become. The mighty Alpha Magnus, reduced to this.The plan was simple: deal with
DianaI adjust the loose clothes Dominicus had me wear—perfect for movement, he’d said—and glance at him.He stands a few paces ahead, his eyes locked on mine, the seriousness in his gaze making my stomach tighten. There’s no teasing smirk or gentle humor in his expression today. This is all business.“Previously, you mastered how to control your strength,” he begins, his deep voice steady, filling the quiet field. “You’ve learned how to hold back so you don’t hurt yourself or others. That was step one.” He pauses, his gaze unwavering. “But now it’s time to move on.”I nod, swallowing hard. This is what I’ve been waiting for—what I need.Taking a slow step toward me, he continues,“you need to learn how to use your strength. Restraint is important, but strength without direction is useless. It can make you a liability—to yourself and others. Even an Alpha, no matter how strong, can be brought down by a weaker opponent if they have training and you don’t.”His words settle heavily in my
DominicusThe torch flickers again, casting long shadows across the cell. I turn my head slightly, my lips curling into a snarl.Marcus died too quickly. Too easily. I should have slowed it down, tortured him some more- I should have prolonged his suffering. I fucking went too easy on him!Rage wells up inside me, my eyes tinging blue as my wolf stirs, threatening to surface. My fists clench, and I force myself to breathe deeply, steadying the storm within.I lean back against the cells behind me. And wait.It isn’t until a full hour later that Billy’s episode subsides. The once-raging wolf now slumps limp against the cold, damp wall. His head hangs low, his breathing shallow but steady. For a moment, the only sounds in the prison are the faint drip of water in the distance and his labored breaths.I don’t say a word as I watch him. There’s no need. He needs this moment to gather himself, to pull whatever fragments of clarity he has left together. I remain where I am, leaning casuall