"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, “
“We look amazing!” Cathy squealed, striking a few exaggerated poses in front of the mirror. Her excitement was infectious, and despite everything, I found myself nodding in agreement as I ran my fingers through my bouncy, thick curls. Stephanie, however, was still busy applying yet another layer of lipstick, oblivious to our antics.It was already seven o'clock, and I had expected the Alpha—Jake—to be the one to pick me up, or at the very least make an appearance. But no, of course not. He was too important for that, apparently. For reasons unknown to me, he couldn’t make it, so he sent a car instead. I was mildly disappointed, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the idea of showing up at this grand event alone that made me feel a little off.The dinner party was being held at the pack’s main Grand Hall, a few miles away from the pack house. Stephanie had mentioned earlier that it would take exactly fifteen minutes to get there, which was enough to make me realize just how enormous
The moment I stepped into our bedroom, I knew something was wrong. Prisca sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, staring out the window. The moonlight cast a soft glow on her, making her seem almost ethereal, but the tension in her shoulders gave her away. She was deep in thought, troubled. Lately, she'd been distant. At first, I chalked it up to the pregnancy—mood swings, exhaustion, the usual things that came with carrying a child. But this was different. There was something *heavier* weighing on her, something she wasn’t telling me. I had given her space, thinking maybe she just needed time to process things on her own, but time had only made it worse. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Prisca, what's going on?" She flinched. *Flinched.* I immediately withdrew my hand, my stomach twisting. My mate had never reacted to me like that before. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “Nothing, Jake. I’m just t
I spent the entire morning with Althea, flipping through ancient grimoires, searching desperately for a spell that could summon Esther. My hands trembled as I traced the inked symbols in an old book, my mind racing with the possibilities of what we might discover. We had been through this before, and every attempt had failed. But this time, it felt different. This time, we needed answers. The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning sage and lavender thick in the air. The candles flickered unnaturally, as if something unseen was already lurking, waiting for us to call upon it. I swallowed hard and looked at my sister. “Are you sure about this?” Althea asked, her voice steady but filled with caution. “Summoning a spirit isn’t like calling on just any entity. Esther is powerful, and she’s—” “Unpredictable?” I finished for her. Althea nodded. “To say the least.” I clenched my fists, my determination outweighing my fear. “I don’t have a choice, Althea. I need to know how to save
I woke up feeling… strange. It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from pregnancy or the occasional morning sickness. This was different. It was as if something unseen crackled in the air around me, a tingling sensation running up and down my spine. My dreams had been odd, but that wasn’t new—I had been plagued with visions ever since we returned to the pack. Shaking off the unease, I sat up and stretched. The room was quiet, sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but something felt off. I glanced around, half expecting something to be lurking in the shadows. Nothing. Just my mind playing tricks on me. "Okay, Prisca. Breathe," I muttered to myself before sliding out of bed. As I padded to the bathroom, the floorboards creaked louder than usual. The second I stepped onto the tile, the faucet turned on by itself, water gushing out forcefully as if someone had yanked it open. I froze. My pulse quickened. I hadn't touched it. Swallowing hard, I reached for the knob and twisted it
The morning air was crisp as I stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. The world felt heavy, the weight of my vision pressing down on my shoulders like an iron yoke. I had barely slept the night before, my mind looping through the same horrible question—who do I sacrifice? Jake or our child? I couldn’t make that choice. I wouldn’t. Which meant I had only one option: to find a way to break this fate before it broke me. I needed my sister. Althea was in the greenhouse again, her hands covered in soil as she carefully tended to a row of herbs. The scent of rosemary and lavender filled the air, a calming contrast to the storm inside me. She glanced up as I approached, instantly recognizing the distress on my face. “You look like hell.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “You told me that yesterday.” “Well, it’s still true.” She dusted off her hands and crossed her arms. “Talk to me.” I hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, “I need your help. I
The day started with sunlight streaming through the window, a rare reprieve from the gloom that seemed to have hung over the pack for weeks. I stretched carefully, my hand instinctively going to my stomach. It was still hard to believe that a life was growing inside me. Every little flutter, every kick, was a reminder of the impossible decision I was grappling with. Jake was still asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his steady breathing a source of comfort. For a moment, I let myself forget everything—the visions, the chaos, the impending doom. In that quiet moment, it was just us. But peace doesn’t last, not in our world. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and headed downstairs. Sophie was already in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast. “Morning,” she said cheerfully. “You’re up early.” I forced a smile, grabbing a glass of water. “Couldn’t sleep.” She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Sophie was perceptive, but she knew when to
It started with rain. Not the gentle kind that taps on the window and lulls you into a false sense of peace. No, this was the unrelenting, bone-soaking kind that turned the ground to sludge and drowned any hope of a good day.I woke up to the sound of it hammering against the roof, a relentless drumming that refused to be ignored. Groaning, I rolled over and pulled the blankets tighter around me. Jake’s side of the bed was already cold, his absence a reminder of his early morning patrols.“Rain,” I muttered to myself. “Of course it’s raining.”The baby kicked lightly, as if agreeing with my discontent. I sighed, rubbing my belly. “You don’t like it either, huh?”There was no point in staying in bed, no matter how much I wanted to. The pack house didn’t run itself, and Jake certainly couldn’t handle everything alone.By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was already regretting getting up. Sophie was there, perched on the counter with a mug of coffee, her hair in a chaotic bun and her
The winds felt heavier today, thick with unspoken tension as if the earth itself knew something was amiss. Even the birds seemed quieter, their usual melodies replaced by uneasy chirps. I couldn’t shake the sense that this was the beginning of something dark. Esther’s cryptic words about chaos and fate clawed at the back of my mind, resurfacing with every step I took. I rested a hand on my still-flat stomach, a gesture of reassurance as much for me as it was for the baby. “It’s okay,” I murmured, though I wasn’t sure if I was convincing myself or the little life growing inside me. The day started normally enough. Jake had left early to oversee patrols after reports of rogue sightings near the border. I stayed behind, trying to keep myself busy in the garden. The vibrant blooms offered a semblance of peace, their colors a stark contrast to the unease brewing in my chest. But even this small sanctuary felt off. As I reached to pluck a weed, my fingers froze. The leaves of the rose
**Chapter: Cravings and Suspicions** *(Priscilla’s Perspective)* The day began with an overwhelming craving for waffles. Not just any waffles—crispy, golden waffles piled high with whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and... bacon. Yes, bacon. Jake, the ever-supportive mate, was already in the kitchen when I stumbled in, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He looked up from the stove and grinned. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Waffles, right?” I froze, staring at him. “How did you know?” “Because it’s been waffles every morning this week,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m starting to think you’ve developed a full-blown obsession.” “It’s not an obsession,” I muttered, sliding into a chair. “It’s... a craving.” Jake chuckled, setting a plate in front of me. “Whatever you say, love. Do you want syrup on the bacon again?” “Yes,” I said, completely serious. Jake didn’t even blink as he handed me the syrup bottle, but I could tell he was biting back a laugh. I dr
The morning started with a craving so bizarre it left me staring at the contents of my fridge in utter confusion. Pickles, peanut butter, and... raw steak? I blinked at the combination in my hands, shaking my head as if that would fix my brain. "What is wrong with me?" I muttered, setting the steak back and eyeing the peanut butter jar suspiciously. My stomach growled defiantly, and before I could stop myself, I was dipping a pickle into the peanut butter and taking a big bite. It wasn’t bad. Okay, it was disgusting, but my body apparently didn’t care because I went back for a second bite. Jake walked in just as I was mid-bite, the jar of peanut butter balanced precariously on the edge of the counter. He froze in the doorway, his eyes darting between the pickle in my hand and the jar. “Is that... what I think it is?” he asked, his tone a mix of horror and amusement. I swallowed quickly, my cheeks heating. “Don’t judge me.” Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “I’m