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
Content Warning: Depictions of violence and bloodshed Dominicus I shut my eyes tightly, willing the memories to fade. But when I open them again, I force myself not to look away from that structure. The place that holds all my nightmares. The mansion looms before us, a silent testament to the horrors it witnessed. My heart races, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin as the memories threaten to overwhelm me. I take a deep, shuddering breath, the cool air doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. My hands tremble, and I clench them into fists, trying to ground myself in the present. Diana's voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, shaky and hesitant. "Dominicus... what happened? What did you see?" I swallow hard, my throat constricting as I struggle to form the words. When I finally speak, my voice is hoarse, laden with the weight of years of grief and guilt. "I saw... I saw my mate, Adriana. She was..." I pause, the image searing through my mind. "She was rippi
DominicusI can still feel the impact as he lunged at me, his massive form colliding with mine. "I couldn't hold back anymore," I continue, my voice strained. "The thin thread of my control snapped, and the madness took over. In an instant, I was in my wolf form, facing down my own father."The memory of our fight flashes before my eyes - a chaotic blur of fangs, claws, and blood. "I... I didn't want to hurt him," I choke out. "I just wanted it to stop. But with each passing moment, it became painfully clear that he wouldn't stop. Not until one of us dead was dead."I pause, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. The guilt, even after all these years, feels like a physical weight on my chest. "In my last moment of clarity, I knew there was only one way to end this…”“But… but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to kill my own father. So I gave up. I stopped fighting."My voice drops to a whisper. "I wanted to join Adriana and our pup. I was ready for it all to end."I take a s
DianaThe words hang in the air, heavy and ominous. My tears stop as shock takes over, leaving me feeling numb and disoriented.“Dark… Magic?” I echo, stutteringly.“Wha-“ "It... it actually exists?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.Dominicus's face is grave, his eyes dark with a chilling menace."Yes”, his jaw clenched tight.My eyes are round as my jaw goes slack with shock. A frown creeps across Dominicus's face. "Tell me," he says carefully, "what do you know about the supernatural world?""Well, it's made up of werewolves-," I begin but then I trail off, uncertainty creeping in. Something about the way he asked the question makes me pause and reconsider.I think back to the books I've read, remembering inconsistencies I'd previously overlooked. "In the books I've studied," I say slowly, piecing my thoughts together, "sometimes they refer to the 'supernatural world' and other times to the 'werewolf world.' I never really thought about it before, but... if they mean the same t
Diana “I’m not ready!” I argue, throwing my hands up. “You are,” he counters firmly. “You just don’t realize it yet. And I’ll be nearby the entire time, watching. If anything happens, I’ll step in.” “But—” “No buts,” he says, cutting me off. “You’ve worked hard these past three weeks, Diana. You’ve made progress. Now it’s time to put it to the test.” I open my mouth to argue again but stop when I see the determination in his eyes. He’s not going to budge on this. And a niggling feeling at the back of mind tells me that he wouldn’t care if i broke anyone either. I swallow heavily. “Fine,” I mutter begrudgingly, crossing my arms over my chest. “But if I hurt anyone- it’s on you.” “Sure!” he replies chirpily with a large grin- cementing my suspicions. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. “You’re going to do great,” he murmurs, his voice warm and steady. “I believe in you.” I hate how much those words melt my resolve. Letting out a defeated sigh, I lean into
Diana The past few weeks have been… exhausting. Dominicus is thorough, and when I say thorough, I mean relentless. Every day, he introduces a new exercise to help me control my strength and reflexes. The goal is clear: to ensure that I can interact with others—humans and wolves alike—without accidentally breaking something or someone. Every day, he trains me, working on controlling my newfound strength. I’ve gone from crushing eggs with a single touch to delicately balancing a glass of water on the tip of my finger without spilling a drop. When it comes to objects, I’ve made remarkable progress. But when it comes to people? That’s a completely different story. “Relax,” Dominicus says for what feels like the hundredth time. His deep, calm voice is soothing, but it doesn’t help my mounting frustration. “I am relaxed!” I snap, staring at him like he’s lost his mind. “Then why do I feel like you’re about to throw me across the room?” he replies with a raised brow, his tone laced wi
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