It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves known as omegas. Throughout history, omegas have been mistreated and abused because of their inability to shift into a werewolf or because their wolf is premature, too small, or weak.Right now, I looked like a caveman with my hair in a messy, huge onion bun—no makeup—wearing only a large baseball T-sh
"What!" Oh no. "You're my trainer... what's going on here?" I asked, frozen in place, my mind spinning. I was staring at Bryan, hoping he would tell me that what I was thinking was wrong—that this was all a misunderstanding, that maybe he was just a dog trainer or something harmless. But the look on his face, his apologetic expression, confirmed my worst fears.He didn't say anything, just stood there looking guilty, and that guilt only fueled the anger boiling inside me. Before I could control myself, I felt my hand fly up and slap him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the kitchen. He barely flinched at the slap, though, his eyes still fixed on me, full of regret."Prisca... I'm so sorry," he began softly, trying to explain, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear any excuses. "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t..."I cut him off, my voice rising, trembling with rage. "You what? You couldn't tell me? Let me tell you what you did, Bryan! You lied to me! How could you? I trusted you
Instead of being angry, the crazy prick just smirked. "You're breathing, aren't you?" His voice was casual, as if we weren’t in the middle of one of the most humiliating moments of my life.I blinked at him, my eyebrows drawing together in confusion. And then, it hit me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed me not to be an arrogant, overbearing Alpha but to stop my panic attack. The kiss was a distraction—a calculated move to snap me out of my spiraling. Of course, he would think of something like that. His ego probably couldn’t stand me not breathing without his permission.I could feel my face heating up, the blush spreading across my cheeks. "Uh... well, yeah," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes like they were a spotlight shining right on my embarrassment. My gaze darted anywhere but to the smirk that played on his lips, the one that told me he knew how flustered I was. It made me want to disappear into the floor. Why did this man always have the ability to make me feel vulnerabl
I stormed off, wanting nothing more than to retreat to the safety of my room and shut the world out for a moment. My mind was racing, the weight of everything crashing down around me—Bryan, Jake, my entire life being one big secret. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice Jake moving until I felt a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me back.I stopped abruptly and glared at his hand on my left arm, trying to yank it free. But of course, it was no use. His grip was firm, his strength overwhelming, and I was just human—or, at least, I used to think I was. Now, I didn’t even know what I was anymore. My frustration flared, and I turned my glare up at him, only to find him staring back with the same intensity.'What the hell is his problem?' I thought bitterly, feeling a strange mix of fear and anger swirling inside me. Jake’s dark eyes were locked on mine, annoyance practically radiating off him. He looked like he was about two seconds away from snapping, and I suddenly felt very smal
After everything that happened yesterday, I couldn’t sleep at all. I lay there on my right side, staring at the glowing digits on my bedside clock: 4:25 a.m. It felt like I’d suddenly developed some kind of insomnia. My mind refused to shut off, thoughts swirling uncontrollably, mostly focused on him. Jake.I hated to admit it, but he scared me now. The memory of his grip on my arm, the dark look in his eyes... it all kept replaying in my mind. The fact that my own father left me in his care infuriated me. Him, my so-called “Alpha.” And don’t get me started on the ridiculous idea that he’s supposed to be my “soulmate.” What a joke.Nothing Jake had done so far indicated anything remotely close to being my soulmate. He treated me like just another burden, like an outsider. It was as if I were an intruder in his world, someone he barely tolerated. He didn’t even seem interested in getting to know me. All he did was order me around, act like he owned me. It was infuriating.I groaned out
I thought about what Bryan had just said, and I had to admit he was right. These were just the basics of self-defense, but I should at least be decent at this. I wasn’t living in a normal world anymore. This was a world full of supernatural beings—werewolves, Lycans, witches—and the least I could do was learn to defend myself.Taking a deep breath, I bent my knees, adjusting my stance. My muscles were sore, but I tried to push the discomfort out of my mind. Bryan lunged at me again, but this time, I was ready. I quickly dodged, grabbed his right arm, and twisted it hard. He let out a grunt, and I took the opportunity to kick his left knee, feeling a sickening crack. Not wasting any time, I used all the strength I had to throw him to the ground. I straddled him, my hands instinctively wrapping around his throat, applying enough pressure to remind him I could choke him out if I wanted to.We were both panting heavily, the intensity of the training session still lingering in the air. Bry
We walked for what felt like several minutes, though it was probably less, with me kicking and screaming the entire way. I scratched at Jake’s hand, desperate to break free, but his grip was like iron. He didn’t even flinch, not once. This man was clearly insane, dragging me along like a rag doll. My mind raced with fear and confusion as I continued struggling against his hold. But he ignored my protests, as if I was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing in his ear.Suddenly, he stopped. Without warning, Jake grabbed my waist with ease and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. I let out a sharp squeal, pounding my fists against his broad back. “Put me down! You can’t just carry me around like this, you lunatic!” I screamed, my voice high-pitched with panic, but he kept walking, completely unfazed by my outburst.We climbed a long set of stairs, each step making me bounce awkwardly on his shoulder, and soon found ourselves in yet another hallway. The house seemed massi
I blinked a few times, utterly dumbfounded. “What...?” I muttered under my breath. Here I was, having just been pinned against a wall by a man who acted like a crazed predator, inhaling my scent like it was some sort of drug, and now all he had to say was, "You talk too much." It was beyond belief. I scoffed out loud, shaking my head. The world had officially gone mad.Jake moved away from me, seemingly satisfied with whatever twisted power trip he was on, and leaned lazily against his massive desk. He crossed his arms, a smug smirk playing on his lips. “There’s a dinner party tonight,” he announced, as if the past few minutes of his deranged behavior hadn’t even happened. “I expect you to be ready by seven. Wear something nice—preferably a dress.”I blinked again, trying to process his words. Was he serious? How could he switch from acting like a lunatic to casually mentioning a dinner party? My blood boiled at his nonchalance. “Excuse me, Alpha,” I said, my voice laced with anger, “
1year LaterPerfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted."What are you thinking about so deeply," Jake asked drawing circles on my naked back.I sighed staring at the white fluffy pillow my head was resting on, "Nothing much."Jake growled playfully turning my body around to face him and I laughed."If its nothing then why are you lying?" he asked raising a dark eyebrow."Fine It isn't nothing, I'm worried about a few things. The next full moon is
The sun was just beginning to rise over the forest, casting a warm golden glow across the clearing where the pack had gathered. Today wasn’t just any day—today was our day. My wedding day. I stood in front of a tall mirror in the packhouse, staring at my reflection as my heart pounded in my chest. Butterflies danced in my stomach, but they weren’t from fear. They were from the sheer excitement of what was about to happen.“Prisca, darling,” came a soft voice from behind me. I turned to see Jenna, my aunt, and my last surviving family member. Her face was a mixture of pride and worry. She walked over, placing a hand on my shoulder as she looked at me through the mirror. “Are you sure about this?”I blinked at her, surprised. “What do you mean?”Jenna’s expression softened, but there was still concern in her eyes. “Marriage, especially in our world, is forever. There’s no turning back once you’re bonded. This is for life, Prisca. I just want to make sure you’re truly ready for that kind
The forest was alive with the sounds of peace—the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, the occasional chirp of night creatures scurrying by, and the soft hum of nature at rest. But amidst all that quiet, my world was centered around one thing: Jake.His strong arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close as if I might disappear at any moment. The smell of smoke and blood lingered in the air, but it didn’t matter. We had survived. The chaos, the fighting, the fear—it was over. And now, all that was left was us."Can we just stay like this forever?" I whispered, burying my face into his chest. I could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat, a reminder that he was alive, that we both were.Jake’s laugh was soft, vibrating through his chest. "Forever sounds good to me." He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. They were back to their usual warm, chocolate brown, the dangerous red glow of his beast long gone. "I’m never letting you go, Prisca. Not now, not ever."
JAKE"Jake!" I cried out, overjoyed to be safe in his arms again, my heart racing from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. His hold was firm, protective, as though he’d never let me go again. He grabbed my face, his lips crashing onto mine in a desperate kiss, filled with emotion. But as he pulled away, his words shattered my fleeting relief.“We need to get you out of here. Now,” he said, his voice grim and commanding.“We? You and who?” I demanded, my heart sinking. I didn't want to leave him, not now.As if on cue, Chris appeared beside me, his presence reassuring but adding to my growing sense of dread. “Get her out of here, now,” Jake ordered, his Alpha tone laced with urgency. His transformation was near complete, his entire body now a terrifying shade of dark grey, black veins bulging across his neck, arms, and forehead. He was on the brink of losing control, and we both knew it.“No! I can’t leave you! What about my dad? And my mom!” I screamed, taking a step back, refu
PRISCATime seemed to taunt me as it passed painfully slowly, the fading sunlight casting eerie shadows across the room. The hours slipped by too fast, yet felt like eternity, each moment bringing me closer to the inevitable horror awaiting me tonight. Zion, the Demon Lord, had made it clear—he was going to take me, forcefully, and I had no way to stop him. Whatever drug was coursing through my veins kept me weak, helpless, and I had no idea how long it would last. Zion had left earlier, saying he'd be back before sunset for some twisted ceremony. The door creaked open, and a young girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, entered. She held a glass of water and some pills in her trembling hands. Maybe she could help me."Hey, what's your name?" I asked softly, trying not to sound too desperate, though every fiber of my being screamed for escape.Her brown eyes widened in panic. She glanced around, as if the very walls could betray her. “You must not speak to me,” she whispered harshly
My neck throbbed painfully, and my head felt like it was splitting open from the inside. It was as if a thousand drums were pounding all at once, confined to the small space inside my skull. Every time I attempted to open my eyes, they stung so fiercely that I kept them shut, surrendering to the dark. The soft surface beneath me suggested I was lying on something relatively comfortable—a bed, maybe—but that did little to ease the ache radiating through my entire body. I shouldn't have trusted her. I knew it. Rebecca had betrayed me, Jake, and the entire pack. Why? What was driving her to commit such a treacherous act?"So, what are you planning to do with her?" I heard Rebecca’s voice. She was close, her words pulling me out of my disoriented state. I couldn't see her, but her tone was sharp, insistent."That’s none of your business. Your role in this is done." A deep male voice responded, his tone dismissive and laced with authority. I could feel his presence looming over me like a d
At 9 a.m., I sat at the kitchen table, sipping a hot cup of coffee while glaring at Bryan, who seemed determined to babysit me like I was some fragile doll. His intense focus on "keeping an eye" on me was borderline suffocating. It wasn't just that he was hovering—he was staring at me, unblinking, like I was going to disappear into thin air if he so much as looked away for a second.I hadn't had a chance to talk to Jake about this overprotective behavior. Unfortunately, he left early this morning while I was still dead to the world, enjoying what was probably my deepest sleep in weeks. When I finally dragged myself out of bed and took a long, steamy shower, I walked into the kitchen only to find Bryan waiting for me with a weird grin on his face like he'd been planning this ambush for a while."Stop staring at me like that. It’s getting creepy," I said, reaching for the nearest object to throw at him, which just so happened to be a teaspoon. It wasn’t the most dangerous weapon, but it
Jake had told me to wait for him upstairs while he attended to something urgent, but I wasn’t about to sit there idly, waiting for him to come and punish me or whatever. I knew whatever they were discussing downstairs had something to do with the thing I saw earlier, and I was determined to find out what was going on. My curiosity got the better of me, and as quietly as I could, I followed his scent.As his mate, tracking his scent was effortless—it was like second nature, and honestly, he smelled incredible. After what seemed like ages climbing the stairs, his scent led me to two large oak doors, painted a reddish-brown color. I quickly ducked behind a nearby corner and focused on sharpening my hearing like Bryan had taught me. It was part of my werewolf training, though I hadn’t yet started learning how to control my magic. Some woman named Jenner was supposed to teach me, but she still hadn’t shown up.Inside, the conversation was tense, and the first voice I recognized was Bryan’s
PRISCA'S POVPure embarrassment! How did I let that happen? What just happened? Never in my life have I ever let a man touch me like that. I’ve never done anything like that. How was I ever going to face him again? The pleasure, the sparks, and his touch were the most beautiful, addicting feelings in the world. How did it all come to this in such a short amount of time? It only feels like yesterday when we hated each other's guts, but now we’re all over each other. Is that how the mate bond works, or am I the bipolar one now?I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before stepping into the shower. I touched my neck and winced at the sharp, stinging pain. My whole body was still sensitive to his touch, and it was so weird...in a good way. I recalled Catherine’s little speech about how Alphas were so dominant and quick with the whole mating process. Was I ready to lose my virginity to that bipolar jerk? What if we do it and he starts acting up? It’s pretty clear he doesn’t love me. It’s