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
Dominicus The forest holds its breath, an eerie stillness settling over the ancient trees like a shroud. Even the birds have fallen silent, their usual cheerful chorus replaced by an oppressive quiet. The very air seems thick with tension, as if the woods themselves sense the approaching danger. Through this unnatural calm, three men saunter into my territory, their feigned confidence a thin veneer barely concealing the fear they can't quite suppress.I watch them from the shadows, my massive form concealed by the dense undergrowth. My fur, midnight black, blends seamlessly with the dappled forest floor. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring at a moment's notice. Their scents assault my nostrils - the musky odor of werewolves mingled with sweat, leather, and the metallic tang of weapons. Intruders. Threats. My lips curl back in a silent snarl, exposing teeth as sharp as daggers, but I hold myself in check. The hunt has begun, and I will savor every exhilarating mom
DianaWeeks have passed since I last saw Alpha Dominicus, and for reasons I can't quite explain, happiness eludes me. I should be ecstatic. After all, I've finally found sanctuary away from those who've been hunting me down like an animal. I'm far from my abusive, discriminatory pack, where every day was a struggle to prove my worth due to being Wolfless.Here, in this quaint human town nestled among endless woods, no one knows or cares about my lack of a wolf. The concept of Weres is as foreign to them as snow in summer. I know there must be a pack nearby – you can't have an Alpha without one – but I haven't seen hide nor hair of any other werewolves. They're probably deep in the surrounding forest, keeping to themselves.I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought, but if I'm being honest, not seeing any other Weres is a tremendous relief. Here, I'm just Diana – not the Wolfless freak, not the embarrassment to be hidden away. I'm treated like anyone else, and it should be liberating.I
Diana My heart pounds in my chest, the rapid thud echoing in my ears as those familiar blue eyes pin me in place. Fear, a familiar companion, envelops me, making my limbs feel weak and unsteady. Unbidden, images resurface in my mind – the agonized screams of the men, the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering. Instinctively, I take a step back, and the wolf responds with a menacing snarl that freezes me in my tracks. The primal fury in that guttural sound makes my blood run cold. But as soon as I stop moving, the snarl cuts off abruptly, and the wolf simply stares at me, unblinking.Swallowing hard, I try to slowly ease another foot backwards, but the wolf immediately resumes his threatening growl. Keeping my gaze locked on those glowing blue orbs, I bring my foot back to its original position, and the growling stops once more. There is no trace of humanity in those eyes, only the wild, predatory focus of a hunter."Oh goddess, oh goddess, please," I whisper, the wor
DianaWhen I wake up, it's with a languid slowness that I've never experienced before. I feel soft, warm, and utterly comfortable – more relaxed than I can ever remember being. It's only as I begin to surface fully from sleep that I realize something is very, very different.My eyes fly open as I become aware of the massive, warm presence surrounding me. To my utter shock, I find myself curled up against the wolf's body, his enormous form curved protectively around me like a living shield. The brief contact between our bodies sends a cascade of soft sparks across my skin, but in my rush to comprehend the situation, I barely notice, dismissing it as simple static electricity.I quickly scramble away, my heart pounding as the wolf slowly opens his eyes. Those mesmerizing blue orbs lock onto me, and once again, I'm struck by their otherworldly beauty. Despite the initial panic, I find my racing heart beginning to calm as I search his gaze and find no hint of aggression or danger there. T
DianaThe next morning, I wake with a languidness that suffuses my entire being. It's a feeling I haven't experienced in what feels like ages - a deep-seated contentment that seems to radiate from my very core. As I stretch lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of my blankets for just a moment longer, I can't help but feel a spark of optimism igniting within me. For the first time in days, ever since the last time we had diner with him…, I find myself looking forward to the day ahead. There's an inexplicable sense that something good is going to happen today. I don’t know why, but I can just feel it; it's an anticipation that thrums through my veins, making me feel vibrantly alive.I finally drag myself out of bed, unable to contain my newfound energy. The shower beckons, and I let the warm water cascade over me, washing away the last vestiges of sleep. As I style my hair into a puffy crown atop my head, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. The face looking back at me seems dif
DianaAs we step out of the diner, I find myself instinctively slowing my pace, trailing respectfully behind Alpha Dominicus. It feels natural, and ingrained, to maintain this distance when walking with a higher ranking wolf. That is the custom. But after a few steps, he stops abruptly and turns to look at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.I freeze, uncertain of what I've done wrong. His eyes search my face for a moment before he speaks, his voice soft but firm. "You're too far away. Walk faster.""Oh," I breathe, feeling my cheeks warm with embarrassment. I quicken my steps, closing the distance between us. He nods, seemingly satisfied, and resumes walking. I walk faster and close the distance between us, but still making sure to keep a few steps behind him, maintaining what I've always been taught is a respectful distance.This time when he stops, there's a hint of exasperation in his sigh. He turns to face me fully, his expression gentle yet unyielding. "Beside me, Diana," he sa
Diana “Remember those Omega? They could barely hold on in that room with all the Alpha aura contained in it”. I nod in a daze. That’s true. It wasn’t just the fear that made them tremble. The auras in that room also unsettled them. My mind races back to my time at the Zervos pack. I think of the Omega wolves-the ones who were always subservient, always fearful. Whenever they were near high-ranking wolves, their fear wasn't just psychological; it was physiological. It was in their blood, in their very essence. The Omega wolf's instinct is to cower in the presence of someone more powerful. It was a reflex, deeply ingrained into their nature. But my reaction had always been slightly different. I’d never felt that same primal urge to submit when in the presence of a powerful wolf. Instead, there was just... unease. A vague discomfort, but not the bone-deep terror that the Omegas displayed. I had always attributed this to my wolflessness. I had no wolf of my own, and though
Diana His gaze locks onto me, and the sheer force of it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s primal, unrelenting, and utterly consuming. I feel pinned in place by those glowing eyes, my body frozen as heat coils low in my stomach. My breathes come out heavy as I clench my thighs tight. Liquid heat drenching my panties. The rest of the plane fades away. My fear of flying—the anxiety that usually clawed at me earlier during takeoff—doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m too consumed by him, by the sheer magnetic pull between us. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, my skin burning under his gaze. By the time we’re in the air, I can hardly think straight. The entirety of the plane ride is torture. He doesn’t make any effort to touch me but the heat of his gaze and his scent in the enclosed chamber serve to drive me absolute crazy. We finally arrive back home and walk into our cabin. The moment the front door to our cabin clicks shut behind us, the air turns positively electric. He walks i
Diana Billy chuckles softly, his shoulders shrugging slightly. “See? Told ya nothin’s gonna happen.” I let out a reluctant sigh, finally nodding. “I’ll be waiting for you,” I say quietly, my voice thick with emotion. “Promise me you’ll come.” He smiles, ruffling my hair one last time. “Promise,” he says. Dominicus gives Billy a brief nod before gently steering me toward the exit. As we walk, the room stays silent, all eyes on us. It isn’t until I see the Elders standing awkwardly by their seats that I remember where we are. Their gazes flit nervously between Dominicus and me, as though unsure what to do or say. I glance away, unwilling to engage with them any further. Just as we reach the doorway, however, a figure steps in front of us, blocking our path. “Diana,” Alpha Magnus says, his voice heavy with emotion. “Come here”, holding his hand out to me, “Come to me.” I stop in my tracks, staring at him blankly. His face is pale, his eyes wide and desperate. “Get away from
Diana “Are you really going to do this?!” The sharp edge of Alpha Magnus’s voice cuts through the room like a blade, shattering the fragile peace that had finally settled over me. For a moment, I consider looking at him, but his words don’t deserve my attention. So i ignore him. Instead, I cling tighter to Billy, burying my face into his shoulder for one last comforting moment. His embrace feels like home—a steady anchor after years of storms. But I know I can’t stay like this forever. Slowly, reluctantly, I pull back, meeting his gentle, weathered eyes. “You have to come with me,” I say quickly, the words spilling out before I can stop them. My voice is still thick with emotion, but the urgency behind it is undeniable. “Back to Dominicus’ territory. You’ll be safe there.” He looks at me, his lips twitching into a small, bittersweet smile. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and my heart starts to race. I glance over my shoulder at Dominicus, silently pleading for his a
Diana The moment his embrace closes around me, I feel an overwhelming flood of relief—so intense it nearly steals my breath. His arms are strong and solid, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed. It’s not just about the comfort of his presence; it’s the fact that he’s alive. That he’s here. After everything he’s been through—after everything I’ve put him through—he’s still standing. The guilt I’ve carried since the moment I learned of his capture crashes over me like a tidal wave. I squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face against his shoulder as fresh tears spill out. My hands clutch at the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. I can feel his warmth, hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, and it only makes the guilt hit harder. I don’t deserve this—don’t deserve him. Not after all he’s endured because of me. He was tortured. Beaten. Left to suffer unspeakable pain, all because he chose to help me. Because he chose to protect me.
Diana Time seems to stop. Shock ripples through the room. For a moment, the room is silent, and then the Elders’ expressions shift, their relief evaporating as horror takes its place. The Elders, who had just been breathing sighs of relief, now look as though they’re about to pass out. Rothgar grips the edge of the table as though it’s the only thing keeping him upright, and Fendel’s face blanches with horror. Even Billy looks stunned, his jaw slack and his wide eyes darting between Magnus and Dominicus. I know I have quite a bit of explaining to do later. And me? I stare at Magnus, unable to comprehend what I’ve just heard. My mouth opens, but no words come out. Too stunned at the audacity. Dominicus, however, is anything but speechless. His eyes narrow to deadly slits, his body going utterly still in a way that sends a chill down my spine. His hand tightens slightly around the back of my neck—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me that he’s there. “What did you ju
Diana The instant his fangs pierce my neck, I feel everything. Dominicus’ teeth sink into my skin, and a heat floods through me that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s intense, all-consuming—a primal connection that binds us together in a way words could never capture. The room breaths in shock. My hands grip his shoulders as he claims me, my head tilting further to offer him more, and a gasp escapes my lips. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and I feel utterly consumed by him. By us. But just as the world narrows to Dominicus and the mark he’s leaving on my skin- and my soul- a scream shatters the moment. “No!” Magnus’ voice rises, raw and agonized. “No, no, no! Stop it! Get away from her! Get away from her! No!” Dominicus doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls me in even closer. He sinks his fangs deeper, completing the mark with an unhurried precision, and then his tongue flicks over the spot, sealing it. A shiver races down my spine at the sensation, a pri
Diana Dominicus, unsurprisingly, does not share Marcus' perspective. His snarl deepens, and with a single, deliberate step, he closes the distance between them. "No, no, no!" Marcus cries, scrambling frantically. "Stay away! Please, I'm sorry! I swear, I'll never-" Dominicus reaches him. And then, the bloodshed begins. It's brutal. It's relentless. And it's slow. Dominicus doesn't simply strike him down —he takes his time, ensuring every moment is filled with agony. His fist connects with Marcus' arm first, the sickening crunch of bone breaking echoing through the chamber. There’s a sickening squelch of flesh tearing as Dominicus’ elongated razor sharp nails tear through his flesh at the same time. Marcus screams, a sound so raw and guttural it sends shivers down my spine. But I can't look away. Logically, I should be horrified. On some level, I am. But more than that, l'm mesmerized. Each blow is calculated, deliberate. Dominicus methodically breaks every limb, which tear
Diana The sound of creaking hinges breaks the suffocating silence, and the main doors to the chamber swing open. I barely register the figure that steps inside until his voice cuts through the tension. “Diana.” Alpha Magnus. He says my name like it’s a prayer, his voice thick with emotion. But I don’t look at him. I can’t. My entire focus is on Dominicus, on the way he looks like he’s barely holding himself together. I take another step toward him, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. “Dom,” I call softly, my voice trembling. He doesn’t seem to hear me. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I don’t care about Magnus. I don’t care about the Elders. All I care about is him. Why does it hurt so much to see him like this? Why does his pain feel so much worse than my own? I bite my lip, trying to steady myself. I was the one who went through it. I was the one who suffered. But watching Dominicus break because of me… it’s unbearable. It’s so much worse. “Dom?