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
Content Warning: Depictions of violence and bloodshed Dominicus I stand up, my mind snapping back to reality. The chaos around me is overwhelming, but I know I need to act fast. The first order of business is to stop everyone before more lives are lost. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for what I'm about to do. I've never had to use my Alpha Command on such a large scale before, but I have no choice. I may not be the pack's Alpha yet, but I am of Alpha blood and next in line. With a wolf as strong as mine, the only person my Alpha Command doesn't affect is my father, the current Alpha. So there’s no doubt in my mind that I will be able to stop them. I close my eyes for a brief moment, gathering all my strength and authority. When I open them, I boom out, my voice laced with power, "STOP!" The Alpha Command reverberates through the air, a force that should go straight to the soul of every werewolf present. It's not just a verbal command; it's a compulsion that should be nearly
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