Fear, constant, blood-draining fear. That’s what I was feeling—the kind of fear that makes your heart sink, your stomach twist, and your body shake violently. Right now, I was wishing for death itself, and trust me, anyone would too in this situation. Maybe defying the Alpha wasn’t such a good idea after all. I was incredibly ashamed.After last night’s episode, the Alpha practically threw me onto the bed in my new room and stormed out, slamming the door so hard on his way out that it almost broke off its hinges. It was all a blur, but also very clear to me that he had looked scary as hell.Thankfully, I managed to fall asleep despite everything, but unfortunately, today was another day. I woke up feeling like shit, and sadly, I remembered everything that happened, including the fact that I had gotten myself into deep trouble. I regretted waking up at all. Why did he even save me if he was going to kill me anyway? I brushed my hair off my face with my hand. I still remember the look o
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
The house loomed ahead, a grand, crumbling mansion shrouded in mist and magic. Its pointed roofs seemed to pierce the low-hanging clouds, and its many windows glinted like eyes in the faint light. The walls were made of dark, weathered stone, ivy creeping up its surface as though nature was trying to reclaim it. As we entered the men we had come with ,Jake's men were stuck outside ."The coven only wants ...us" Althea said Jake signaled for his men to stay put and I didn't like this . That we were going in without back up.“This place feels...wrong,” I said, gripping Jake’s hand tighter. “Wrong? It looks like the Addams family forgot to clean up,” Fatima quipped, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence. “I mean, it’s giving haunted chic.” Despite myself, I chuckled. Leave it to Fatima to find humor in the creepiest of situations. Althea stepped forward, her expression serious as her eyes roamed the house. “This isn’t just a building—it’s enchanted. I can feel it.” J
The forest felt heavier as we moved deeper into its heart. Every step we took seemed to draw us further into a place where time and reality bent under the weight of ancient magic. The air itself felt charged, humming faintly against my skin like a static field waiting to ignite. "Are you sure this is the right way?" Jake’s voice, low and tense, broke through the silence. I glanced back at him, his usual confidence dampened by concern. “It’s here,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I can feel it.” Althea, walking just ahead, nodded in agreement. “The energy is stronger here. There’s no doubt about it.” Fatima trailed slightly behind us, clutching a silver dagger we had given her for protection. "If it’s so close, why can’t we see it?" she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and fear. I didn’t have an answer. The coven was cloaked by layers of enchantments, a veil so powerful it was nearly impenetrable. But I could sense the edges of it now, faint threads of mag
The forest seemed endless. Each tree loomed tall and ancient, their gnarled roots jutting out of the earth like claws trying to pull us down. My legs ached from the constant marching, my boots heavy with mud. Althea walked beside me, her jaw set, while Fatima trailed slightly behind, clutching a makeshift weapon—a sturdy branch she had found earlier. She didn’t complain, but the fatigue in her steps was clear.“We’ve been at this for hours,” Fatima said, her voice tinged with frustration. “Are we even going in the right direction?”I glanced at her, my own doubts gnawing at me. “The energy here is different. Althea says we’re close, and I trust her instincts.”Althea, who had been scanning the area with narrowed eyes, muttered, “There’s something off about this place. It’s like the forest itself is shifting to confuse us.”Great. A shifting forest. Just what we needed.“Do you think Jake’s group is nearby?” Fatima asked, her tone softer this time. My chest tightened at the mention o
Priscilla’s PovThe forest seemed darker than before, the weight of the shadows pressing against me. Each step was careful and measured, the air too still, the silence too loud. Fatima walked just behind me, her breathing steady but strained. Althea moved to my left, her face set with determination. We were all on edge, every rustle of leaves or snap of a branch sending jolts of anxiety through us.“This place doesn’t want us here,” Fatima said softly, clutching her flashlight like a lifeline. She was the only human among us, and her instincts were sharp, even if she lacked magical senses.“I know,” I murmured, gripping the hilt of my dagger. The air was thick with an unnatural energy, every particle alive with menace. “We need to stay together, no matter what.”Althea nodded but didn’t speak. Her focus was on the forest ahead, her hands glowing faintly with the residual magic she’d been using to keep small enchantments active—a protective barrier, a minor light spell. Even with these
JAKE'S POVThe world felt colder without her by my side. Every step I took away from that chasm was like ripping apart a piece of my soul, leaving me raw and exposed. The pack bond that connected Prisca and me hummed faintly, reassuring me that she was still alive, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to see her, to hold her, to know she was safe. "Jake," Sophie said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stood a few feet ahead, her bow drawn, her sharp gaze scanning the twisted forest around us. "You’ve got to focus. This place isn’t going to give us the luxury of distractions." “I’m fine,” I lied, gripping the hilt of my sword tighter. "Sure you are," she muttered, but she didn’t press further. The forest on our side of the chasm was just as suffocating, maybe worse. The trees were skeletal and clawed at the sky, their bark blackened as if burned. The air smelled of decay, and an eerie mist curled around our feet. Even the shadows here felt alive, shifting unnaturally when we moved.
The forest canopy above us was dense, blocking out the sun entirely, and the world around us seemed cloaked in endless twilight. Each step I took felt wrong, as if the earth itself was trying to push us back. Jake’s hand brushed against mine as we walked, his touch a fleeting anchor in this madness. I knew he could sense my unease, just as I could feel the tension radiating off him. "We’re close," Althea whispered, her voice trembling. She was studying a map that glowed faintly with magical runes, the only light in the oppressive darkness. "I can feel the coven’s magic. But it’s fractured, like they’re hiding their presence in pieces." "That doesn’t make sense," Jake growled. "Why would they split their magic?" "They’re probably setting traps," Sophie said, her bow at the ready. "They know we’re coming, and they’re ready to pick us off one by one." I glanced at Sophie. Her usual confidence was marred by a shadow of fear, and it unnerved me to see her so shaken. “Stay sharp
The forest seemed darker today, as though the sun itself refused to touch this cursed land. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sharper—something metallic, like blood. Each step we took felt more oppressive than the last, as if the weight of the forest itself was pressing down on us. Jake walked ahead, his shoulders tense, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. Althea stayed close to me, her spellbook clutched tightly in her hands, its pages marked with hastily scrawled notes. Sophie and Fatima flanked us, weapons at the ready. “We’re close,” Jake muttered, his voice low. “I can feel it.” “Close to what?” Sophie asked, her tone wary. “Another trap?” “Maybe,” Althea said, her voice strained. “But if we don’t keep going, we’ll never find them.” I nodded, though my stomach churned with unease. We’d been traveling for hours, every step bringing us deeper into the heart of this cursed forest. The creatures we’d faced so far had been relentless—shadow wolve
The morning air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as we stepped into the dense forest. The towering trees cast long shadows over our group, their branches intertwined like a living canopy. I tightened the straps of my pack, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. We were finally on the hunt. Jake led the way, his posture tense, every step deliberate. Althea walked beside me, her fingers brushing over the spellbook she clutched like a lifeline. Fatima and Sophie trailed behind, their senses sharp, scanning the woods for any signs of danger. “Everyone ready?” Jake’s deep voice broke the silence, his gaze sweeping over us. “As ready as we’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to inject some confidence into my tone. “Good,” he said, his jaw set. “Stay close. This forest has a reputation.” “A reputation for what?” Fatima asked, her voice wary. “Being alive,” Jake answered grimly. We exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing. The first hour of our
The days felt longer without Jake around. The house was quieter, save for the usual buzz of activity from the workers and the occasional giggles of Lily and Logan. I hadn’t realized how much I’d grown used to Jake’s brooding presence until it wasn’t there anymore.But something else had shifted in the packhouse—Tammy.After her unexpected show of competence and kindness during the pack’s little health scare, she seemed... different. Or maybe it was just that I was seeing a different side of her, one that wasn’t cloaked in sarcasm and thinly veiled malice.That morning, I found her in the kitchen, of all places. She was chopping vegetables, her movements precise and efficient.“Good morning,” I said cautiously, half-expecting a snarky reply.To my surprise, she glanced up and nodded. “Morning.”I hovered near the counter, unsure of what to do. “What are you making?”“Soup,” she said simply. “For the kids. Some of them are still recovering.”“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.“You’re