Anabelle Mixon – An intruder in my plans? The night was perfect. Every detail of the Winter Ball had been meticulously planned to impress. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, music echoed softly through the air, and the scent of expensive wine mingled with the sweet fragrance of flowers arranged in every corner of the grand hall. But honestly? None of it mattered to me. The only reason I was here, dressed like a true goddess, was him. The Supreme Alpha. With each passing year, my patience grew thinner. Ever since I could remember, he was all I ever wanted. He was my goal. My destiny. Yet, he had always kept me at a distance. Since childhood, I had done everything to stay close to him. I followed him through the palace corridors, watched his training sessions, tried to invite him on outings… But he never looked at me the way I wanted him to. Never. And now that I was a woman, there were no more excuses. No man had ever resisted my charms, my allur
Alesha Stokes — Step 04 — "Keep Control Of The Situation... If You Can" The air around me felt heavy. My heart pounded in my chest, yet I could barely breathe. He… is right behind me. I could feel his presence—suffocating, overwhelming. My hands trembled slightly as I kept my eyes locked on the lord in front of me. Unlike me, he reacted instantly. The moment he saw the Supreme Alpha, his body shrank. He lowered his head in a rush, almost like an instinct for survival. “I-I'm sorry… Y-Your Grace…” His voice wavered, and he swallowed hard before continuing. “It’s not what it looked like! I was merely complimenting… the service… The entire kingdom knows your servants are the best…” I wanted to believe that was enough to end the matter. But it wasn’t. The Supreme Alpha didn’t respond. The chatter in the hall died instantly. I could feel the weight of countless eyes on us. The lord before me looked on the verge of collapse. His ragged breathing and restless finger
Alesha Stokes — Murder? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the boiling blood in my veins. I needed to get a grip. This was my chance to get closer to him, to learn more about him… But if I kept acting like this, I’d lose everything before I even got started. I straightened my posture, smoothing the folds of my dress with trembling fingers. I had to stick to the plan. I had to be smart. But damn it… why did everything always have to go wrong for me? I forced myself to focus on my work, but the sound of the door opening and closing along with the movement of the servants who kept coming and going was distracting me. When I turned around angrily, I saw the guard from before approaching.What did he want with me now? At the sight of him, the servants began to leave one by one, as if the mere scent of trouble had scared them off. Only two remained in the kitchen, but they were too busy whispering to each other, casting sideways glances in my direction. My body tensed as the g
Alesha Stokes— No way out?My chest tightened. If this was what I thought it was, someone was trying to kill the Supreme Alpha. A rush of adrenaline shot through my body, tingling beneath my skin. I bolted toward the kitchen door and spotted the servants crossing the hall, balancing trays with impeccable posture. Among them, the girl carrying the Supreme Alpha’s tray. My fingers clenched around the wooden doorframe. My heart pounded. I need to do something. Immediately. I turned desperately, searching for the guard, but he wasn’t there. The housekeeper was gone too. Alone. I was completely alone. Damn!Could it have been on purpose? Could they have planned to do this when there was no superior here to notice?If I didn’t act that very second… the Supreme Alpha would be dead. I could be wrong. Maybe it was just a strong spice, an ingredient I didn’t recognize. But… what if it wasn’t? What if I did nothing and he died? If he died, my chance at freedom would d
Alesha Stokes — Cornered.The sound of the party reached me, muffled. Laughter. Conversations. Music. But I was here, alone, curled up in the corner of that cramped little room. The scent of soap and damp wood lingered in the air, contrasting with the refined, sophisticated aromas that probably filled the grand hall. That world wasn’t meant for me. I never belonged here. I closed my eyes and, for a brief moment—taking in the only bit of "peace" I’d had since arriving at the palace—I thought of the forest. The cold wind brushing against my skin… The dry leaves rustling beneath my paws… The scent of damp earth after the snow melted away. There, I was free. Free to run without worry. Free to hunt, to howl at the moon without fear. I remembered the first time I caught a bird. The nights I curled up in the dry grass to sleep. The way the stream water trickled over my snout—crisp, pure, refreshing. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I was born for this
Alesha Stokes — Opportunity or Trap? Right in this humiliating situation. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I needed to do the right thing—at least this time. I tried to stand up quickly, but I was so clumsy that I nearly slipped. My legs were still numb, and the soaked dress clung to my skin, making it even harder to move. I lowered my head in a rush, bowing to him, my hair falling around my face, partially blocking my vision. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. Then, I heard his footsteps echoing through the kitchen until they stopped right in front of me. I couldn’t look at him—not after all the embarrassment I’d just been through, not while I was practically naked. What does he want? Did he come to punish me personally? I had no idea what to think until I heard his voice—so close, so deep, it made me shiver. "How clumsy."His voice was a murmur as he leaned toward me. I instinctively shrank back, afraid of what would happen next
Matthew DawolfSomething was wrong with me.Very wrong.My eyes were still on her. And even when I tried to look away, my entire body refused to obey. I was fighting—against myself, against my wolf.That thing... that presence inside me that had always been under my control, chained and obedient, was now growling beneath my skin like a starving beast. Ready to break free. Ready to devour.Never... never had this happened before.Other women had tried to seduce me before.. I had felt desire. But this? This was far from anything normal.It felt like a heat cycle—but worse. More intense.The first time I saw Alesha… scared and embarrassed in my bathroom… I knew something was different. Something pulsed inside me, shifted. But I ignored it. I thought it was just the fire of my age, the peak of my instincts, just my body telling me it was time to mate.Nothing more.But then came the ball. That disgusting old man talking to her like she was a commodity. The mere thought of someone touching
Alesha Stokes — First Attempt… Failing Miserably! I was in shock… frozen on the floor like I had just woken up from a nightmare—or better yet, a dream. Just a second ago, he was on top of me, touching me, tasting me, like he was the only man in the world who could consume me that way. And the next second… he was gone, like I had burned him. Like he was… angry. Still breathless, I tried to steady my breathing. I was there, alone, on the kitchen floor. The candles flickered around me, the distant sounds of the forest and the owls muffled by the walls. Everything inside me was silent—except for my heart. It pounded too hard. I felt like I had run for miles. Like I had walked through a terrible storm. My body was still burning. His saliva was still between my legs. And I could feel… everything. My breasts were sensitive, my skin tingling, my pussy throbbing, and my face—my face was flushed entirely, like I had fallen straight into a pile of embers. I gasped, lowering
Matthew Dawolf — Prophecy or Curse?I'd been locked in this damn temple for days, surrounded by candles, chants, and people dressed in white who spoke like the world could end at any second.They said I needed to be “purified”.Purified?I was the Supreme Alpha.I didn’t need any of that bullshit.“A healing herb immersion in the sacred waters will help soothe your spirit, Your Majesty,” they said, sprinkling more of that sparkling powder into the water.“And soothing my spirit is supposed to stop my wolf from trying to take over my body?” I asked, staring down the priest with those pale eyes of his, like I could force the answer out of him.He just smiled.They *always* smiled—that same cursed, empty smile.These temple fanatics had no clue what it was like to live with a wolf caged inside your chest, ready to tear apart anything that moved.I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Trying to focus.But here I was—half-submerged in water up to my chest, surrounded by flower petals,
Alesha Stokes — Preparing the Prey"Megan?!" My voice came out as a loud whisper—almost a muffled scream.She stopped but didn’t turn around. I took a deep breath and rushed toward her, crossing the kitchen with my heart racing.What the hell was going on here? What was happening to everyone?First the village… Marilyn… and now Megan?Was this some kind of divine test? A punishment? A curse?I didn’t know what to think. But my heart—my wolf—was restless, uneasy. Tired of all the pain. Tired of this damned life filled with nothing but suffering."What happened to you?" I asked, hurrying closer, trying to keep my voice low. "What’s that on your face? Why is everyone acting so strange?"Megan looked at me. Her eyes were still the same—but dimmed. Like something had been ripped out of them. She gently grabbed my arm and whispered through clenched teeth:"Keep your voice down. Not here.""Megan, what’s going on?" I pressed, my voice catching, my chest tightening with every word. "Where’s
Alesha Stokes — Back to the BattlefieldThe night had barely brushed against me.I drifted in and out of sleep, just a few minutes here and there, between sighs and scattered thoughts—each one pulling me awake with a new fear, a fresh memory. My eyes burned with exhaustion, but the weariness of the mind has always been crueler than that of the body.Before the sun had even risen, I was already on my feet.I got dressed quietly, trying not to wake anyone. Marilyn was in a deep sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in days. Her friends were scattered around the floor on makeshift mattresses, all fast asleep. I stood there for a moment, watching them, my heart tight in my chest. I wanted to hug them, to thank them for everything… but I knew if I woke Marilyn, she’d try to make me stay. And this time, I couldn’t afford to waver.I slung my bundle over my shoulder, pulled the thickest cloak I had over my head, and walked to the door.Just before stepping out, I looked back at the hou
Alesha Stokes — Protective InstinctThe night dragged on, painfully slow, as if time itself wanted to remind me that the next day was getting closer with every breath.I couldn’t sleep.I stayed seated in the wooden chair beside Marilyn’s bed, my eyes fixed on the window, fogged by the cold. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the worn curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My fingers were laced together, stiff from the chill, and my body was too exhausted to relax.Every time a shadow moved outside, every gust of wind that howled stronger, my chest tightened.Were they still out there?Those guards... that man.Had they figured anything out?Had they seen enough to report back to the royal guard? To the Supreme Alpha?My heart ached.And it ached even more as I looked at Marilyn, lying on that old, worn-out bed, her bandaged arm just a stump now, her face pale. I kept asking myself how I could leave her like this, how I could find the strength to walk away again.But... I had
Alesha Stokes — Gods, are you listening?Snow had already begun to pile up along the edges of the path, crunching beneath my feet as I hurried forward with Marilyn’s arm draped over my shoulders. Her other arm—or what was left of it—was wrapped in bandages, but the fabric was already damp and turning red. Every step she took made my heart clench. She could barely stand, yet she insisted on leaving the house. Her stubbornness was still stronger than the pain.“Alesha…” her voice came out weak and weary. “What did those guards want? Do you... do you think they found out?”“Shhh... take it easy,” I whispered, adjusting her body more securely against mine. “Don’t worry about that now, Grandma. You need to rest. You’re still bleeding.”She muttered something under her breath, as if refusing to accept her own condition. As if weakness itself was an insult.“What if...something happens to the girl from Loures? That child… Alex promised—”“He won’t lay a finger on her,” I said, picking up the
Edward Wood — The Scent of SecretsI stopped my horse right in the center of the village. Dismounted with firm steps, the sound of my boots echoing against the packed dirt road. The night’s cold was sharp enough to freeze bones, but I barely felt it anymore. What did bother me was the silence—that heavy, unnatural kind—the kind that only settles when something is very, very wrong.“Where is the Alpha in charge of this village?” I called out, my voice cutting through the narrow streets, bouncing off the weathered houses and half-open doors.No answer.People started to emerge slowly, like shadows afraid of their own light. The elderly, women, even children—all wearing the same hollow look in their eyes.Fear. It was fear I saw in every face. Not the kind you feel in front of an ordinary enemy... but the kind you feel toward someone who’s supposed to protect you.I stepped toward a group, keeping my posture steady. One of the men, probably the oldest among them, lowered his head the mo
Edward Wood — Dirt Swept Under the Rug?It had been a few days since Matthew looked at me with that expression—one I’d only seen once before, during the war. A mix of confusion, instinct, and silent desperation. For the first time, he didn’t know what to do about a woman. And that worried me more than any threat or war dispatch ever had.Matthew had never faltered. Never doubted himself. But all it took was the arrival of that new servant at the palace for him to lose his grip. He called me in and gave me a simple mission: “Find out who she is. Everything.” That was enough for me to temporarily abandon my duties with the elite guard and focus on watching… Alesha Stokes.At first, I thought he was overreacting. Sure, she was beautiful, different, yes. But still, just an omega. But the moment I saw her... something in me recognized what he’d felt. She had...something. Those eyes... they weren’t ordinary. It wasn’t just beauty—it was something wild, restrained. Like a wolf on a l
Alesha Stokes — Taking the ReinsIt had been four days since I arrived in the village. And even after all the hell they’d been through, I could see it with my own eyes—they were trying to rebuild.I wasn’t an expert. Not a doctor. Not an experienced farmer. But I did everything I could to help—and then some. I tended to Marilyn’s wounds, even if my hands trembled with fear of doing something wrong. I tried to bring flavor to the meals with the few ingredients left in the pantry and shared them with anyone in need. I worked in the gardens, even with the frozen ground and snow covering everything.And most importantly—I was there.Somehow, I felt useful.Needed.People started looking at me differently. The way the neighbors greeted me in the alleys—with shy nods and genuine smiles—showed me they saw who I really was. Someone who cared. Someone who stayed.Someone who tried.The kids played with me like they trusted me. The elders came to me for comfort, for help.I had b
Alesha Stokes — A New Target Marked… Alex MadsonShe closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before answering.“Alex Madson came to the village. In person.”Those words made my jaw clench.That bastard.“He… came to collect the overdue taxes. He was furious. Said we were taking advantage of the winter to avoid paying. But... two families stood up to him. They said they couldn’t take it anymore. That they were starving. That they had nothing left to give… And Alex…”She choked up, and I gripped her hand tighter.“He took the youngest daughter from the Loures family. A little girl… barely old enough to hold a spoon on her own. Said he’d skin her alive in the village square. Said he’d make an example out of her.”I felt my throat tighten.“I… couldn’t let that happen,” she continued, her voice breaking, eyes brimming with tears. “I went to him. I begged. I pleaded with him to stop… to let her go. I told him… he could do it to me instead, if he needed an example.”“Marilyn…” I w