DianaI hurry after the Alpha, my heart racing as I try to keep up with his long strides. He's several paces ahead, the sack of potatoes perched effortlessly on his broad shoulder. I can't help but stare at his back, my emotions in complete turmoil.Fear still courses through my veins. How can it not? He's the most powerful Were I've ever encountered. The waves of power rolling off him are so intense that if I had a fully developed wolf, it would be constantly cowering in his presence. Even with my weak senses, I can tell he's restraining his aura. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.But then there's the other side of him. The side that's shown me kindness, that's protected me—even if it was a misunderstanding. He's a walking contradiction, and it's driving me mad trying to figure him out.My eyes land on the sack of potatoes on his shoulder, and I'm struck by the oddity of it all. When have I ever seen an Alpha doing such menial labor? Especially to aid a low-ranking wolf like
DianaThe day passes in a blur of nervous energy and racing thoughts. Despite my best efforts to focus on my work, I find myself distracted, my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of tonight's dinner. By the time evening rolls around, I've worked myself into such a state of panic that even Ellen notices something's amiss."Diana, honey," she says, her brow furrowed with concern, "is everything alright? You seem a million miles away today."I open my mouth to brush off her concern, but then hesitate. Maybe talking about it would help? After all, two heads are better than one, and Ellen's years of experience running the diner might prove invaluable.Taking a deep breath, I decide to confide in her – or at least, as much as I can without revealing the supernatural aspects of my life."Well," I begin hesitantly, "I've invited someone over for dinner tonight. As a thank you for helping me out with something important."Ellen's eyebrows rise with interest. "Oh? And who might this someone b
DianaI stand before the kitchen door, my heart pounding in my chest. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I reach out and turn the handle, pulling the door open.The moment I lay eyes on him, I'm stunned into silence. Alpha Dominicus stands there, a vision in black. His shirt hugs his broad shoulders perfectly, the top two buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. The black dress pants he wears only serve to emphasize his powerful build. His usually bushy beard has been neatly trimmed and combed, giving him a more polished look without diminishing his rugged appeal.I've never felt so utterly feminine in any man's presence as I do at this moment. He's not just handsome; he's breathtakingly, devastatingly masculine.As I take him in, I notice his eyes roving over me as well. His gaze is intense, almost palpable as it travels slowly down the length of my body. From the top of my head, past the modest neckline of my dress, down to the simple pumps on my feet, and
DianaMy heart races, and my body reacts in ways I'm not ready to name or acknowledge. No one has ever controlled me so gently, so calmly, dispelling my anxiety as if it were nothing more than morning mist.I can't help but wonder about him. He wasn't offended by my mistake and saw no problem with dining in this humble kitchen. He calmed me down, brought me a chair, and even served me food. Who is he? I've never seen an Alpha – or any high-ranking wolf, for that matter – act with such... is 'humility' the right word?When he finishes his salad, I quickly move to serve the main course, not wanting him to continue waiting on me. But as I do, I notice a slight furrow between his brows, as if he's displeased. My heart does a somersault in my chest.However, after the first bite of the herb-crusted lamb, his expression smooths out, brightening noticeably. Relief washes over me as I realize he enjoys the food. It had been my biggest worry.We eat in comfortable silence, the only sounds in t
DianaI watch helplessly as Dominicus begins to wash the dishes, his large hands deftly handling the delicate china. A sense of wrongness nags at me, and I can't help but make one last attempt to protest."Then at least let me help," I plead weakly."No," he replies, his tone firm but not unkind."Please?" I try again, my voice taking on a slight whine."No," he repeats, unmoved by my entreaties.I feel my lower lip jutting out in a pout before I can stop it. Then, a thought strikes me, and I decide to try a different approach."But Alpha," I say, my voice taking on a whiny tone that I don't even notice I'm using.He ignores me completely, the only response being the clacking of plates and the steady gush of water from the faucet."Alpha," I try again.Nothing."Alpha?" I repeat, my voice rising slightly.Still nothing.Suddenly, a childish impulse wells up inside me. A grin spreads across my face as I begin to drag out his title, swinging my feet playfully from my perch on the counte
DianaThe next day, I find myself in a daze. As I go about my work at the diner, I make mistakes I've never made before - mistakes that would have been unthinkable during my time serving in the pack. My mind feels foggy, unable to focus on even the simplest tasks.After the third mix-up of the day - confusing a customer's order of pancakes for waffles - I approach Ellen, ready to apologize profusely. To my surprise, she doesn't seem angry. Instead, she gives me a knowing smirk."I'm so sorry, Ellen," I begin, wringing my hands nervously. "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I promise it won't happen again."Ellen's smirk widens. "Oh, honey," she says, her voice tinged with amusement, "I know exactly what's wrong with you. You've got that look about you."I blink, confused. "What look?""That look that speaks of a man," she replies, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “So I’m guessing the date went well then”.Heat rushes to my face. "What? No! There's no... I mean, it's not like
Dominicus The cabin lies in ruins around me, a reflection of the chaos raging within my mind. Shards of what was once furniture litter the floor - splintered wood, torn fabric, and broken glass creating a treacherous landscape. The walls bear the marks of my fury, deep gouges and dents marring their surface. Curtains hang in tatters, swaying gently in the breeze from the shattered windows. I sit amidst this destruction, my back pressed against the only intact wall, shoulders hunched as I grip my head in my hands. What day is it? I've lost all sense of time, the hours blending into an indistinguishable blur of pain and confusion. It all makes sense now, and that realization is tearing me apart. The reason why my wolf had been unable to hurt her even during a rampage. The reason why I myself hadn't been able to, either. The fascination. The way she's constantly on my mind, why I can't seem to stay away. Why I had been so obsessed with her - breaking into her room like a creep and wat
Dominicus The forest pulses around me, a living, breathing entity. I am both part of it and apart from it, a creature of instinct and fury prowling through the undergrowth. My massive paws sink into the damp earth, leaving deep imprints that will serve as a warning to any who dare to follow. The curse that grips me has stripped away the veneer of humanity, leaving only the raw, primal essence of the wolf. My thoughts, once clear and ordered, now swirl in a maelstrom of base urges and fractured memories. The wolf's mind dominates, pushing aside the remnants of the man I once was. Yet in fleeting moments, shards of my former self pierce through the haze of bestial instinct, bringing with them a fresh wave of anguish and rage. Time has lost all meaning. Day blends into night, night into day, in an endless cycle of hunt and rest. The relentless drive to assert my dominance consumes me entirely. My powerful muscles coil and release with each step, a lethal promise of the devastation I
Diana Murder?! Me?! They think I killed someone?! And that too a child?!! What the actual fuck?!! My mind reels, unable to process what I'm hearing. Wait no no no, they said ‘aiding and abetting’, so they don’t necessarily believe that I did it directly. More like I HELPED someone do it. An unshifted pup… Werewolves shift at the age of eight… meaning at the oldest the child couldn’t have been more that seven years old… That’s a baby!! I hear a loud and obnoxious ringing in my ears and I take an involuntary step back, as though my body subconsciously tries to physically distance itself from the accusation. Who could do such a thing?! Who could kill such a small and innocent child?! And why are they trying to connect me to it?! Nigel looks at me over the deliberately aged paper, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction at finally eliciting a reaction. "Whose murder?" I ask, my voice high-pitched with shock. "The son of the Alpha of the Plena Luna pack," Nigel replies, clea
Diana Taking my hand, we leisurely walk until we break through the trees. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth but force myself to push down the nerves. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. I'm with Dominicus; I must not shame him by showing weakness. As we emerge from the forest, I see a delegation of wolves turned in our direction, likely alerted by our footsteps. There are at least ten werewolves in attendance, and my eyes widen as I take them in. At first glance, I can tell that over half of them are warriors, but I've never seen pack warriors like this before. Not even Zervos pack warriors measure up. They stand strong, each equipped in black soft armor with sheathed weapons strapped to either their backs or sides. As we approach, the warriors collectively incline their heads in a respectful bow towards us - though I know the gesture is meant for Dominicus - before looking forward again, their gazes fixed on some point in the distance. Their faces are stoic, betrayi
DianaI'm curled up on the plush sofa in Dominicus' study, a book cradled in my hands. The room is bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, filtering through the large windows and casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of pages as I turn them and the soft scratching of Dominicus' pen as he works at his desk.It's a peaceful moment, but I find myself stealing glances at Dominicus over the top of my book, admiring the way the sunlight catches in his dark hair, turning it to burnished gold at the edges.Suddenly, the air in the room shifts. It's subtle, barely perceptible, but I feel it like a change in pressure before a storm. I look up from my book to find him sitting ramrod straight in his chair, his body tense as a coiled spring. His face, usually so relaxed around me, has hardened into a mask of seriousness, his eyes narrowed as he stares at something I can't see.Concern floods through me, chasing away the peaceful leth
Brodik Elder Rothgar's booming voice cuts through the chatter like a knife. "We need to act quickly. If we can bring this monster under our control, imagine the power we could wield." Elder Fendel nods, a sly smile playing at his lips. In that moment, he looks less like a dignified Elder and more like a sneaky wolf eyeing its prey. "Yes, but how do we approach such a creature? We can't simply extend an invitation." "We could offer him more territory," Elder Thomas suggests, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that belies his age. “Thats useless! As it stands, the Amadeus Pack lands is the largest territory by land mass already. In addition to the human town, all the forestry around it spanning thousands of miles belong to him! How would that tempt him?!” someone argues. "How about a seat on the Council, then! Afterall, all past Amadeus Alphas sat on the council. That might work!” “All Amadeus Alphas are nominal Council Elders already! If he wants a seat, how do you stop him?!”
12 hours ago… Brodik The Council chamber, a vast and imposing space, breathes with the weight of centuries. I stand motionless against its far wall, my face an impassive mask as I observe the unfolding drama before me. The room itself is a testament to the longevity and power of our kind, its very air thick with the scent of old leather, polished wood. Ornate tapestries adorn the walls, their rich hues muted by time and the flickering light of antique chandeliers. These woven histories depict epic werewolf battles and hunts, silent witnesses to the countless decisions that have shaped our world. The golden glow from the chandeliers dances across the scarred surface of the massive oak table dominating the chamber's center, its wood polished to a soft sheen by centuries of use and heated debates. Around this table sit the five of the most powerful werewolves in our world, Council Elders. Their faces, etched with the lines of age and weighted with hard-earned wisdom, are a canvas
Diana I take a deep breath, memories of Billy flooding my mind. "He's been there for me since I was eight," I begin, my voice soft with fondness. "When I was kicked out of the Pack orphanage for failing to shift, Billy was the one who stepped up..." “…He made a few Omega men help him clean out a small shack for me. They didn’t want to, but he made them." Dominicus's eyebrows raise slightly, but he doesn't interrupt. "No one else wanted anything to do with me," I continue, a hint of old pain in my voice. "But Billy... he got furniture for me, fixed it up. He made sure I was fed and clothed. He even homeschooled me." I pause, overwhelmed by the memories. "Without him, I wouldn't have survived. A wolfless orphan at eight... I wouldn't have stood a chance." Dominicus's hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "He sounds like a good man," he says softly. I nod, tears pricking at my eyes. "He is. He even moved to a smaller, more rundown house closer to mine, just to be near me. He... he wa
DianaI take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh forest air that surrounds us. The scent of pine and earth fills my lungs, momentarily calming my frayed nerves. But the weight of what I need to say presses down on me. Steeling myself, I turn to face Dominicus, my heart pounding in my chest."Dom?" I call out, my voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the gentle rustling of leaves around us. "There's something I need to tell you... about yesterday."I feel him tense briefly before relaxing, his muscles shifting beneath his skin like a predator preparing for action. His arms tighten around me, a gesture of silent support that speaks volumes in the quiet of the forest."What is it?" he asks, his tone gentle but concerned. His eyes, those mesmerizing brown orbs, search my face intently.I nod, swallowing hard. The memory of yesterday's ordeal sends a chill down my spine. But there's no time to waste. We need to act, and for that, Dominicus needs to know everything."It's... it's not g
DianaI feel my hands clench into fists. The fury inside me is not just anger – it's determination, it's resolve, it's a fierce protectiveness for the man before me.As I look up at Dominicus, my eyes blazing, I see a flicker of surprise cross his face. He pauses in his narration, studying me intently.How dare they?!How dare those bastards do that to him?!The weight of Dominicus's words, the pain that was etched in every line of his face as he told the story, fuels my anger. I feel it burning in my chest, threatening to consume me."They must pay," I declare, my voice trembling with rage. "Those people must pay for all they've done. Dominicus. I'm going to help you find them. We'll get revenge!"To my surprise, Dominicus's response is a soft smile. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my nose. "Thank you, dulcis," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection.His reaction throws me off balance. The smile, the tenderness – it feels incongruous with the gravity of what we've just d
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