It didn’t take us long to prepare to leave for the lycan king’s territory. At this point, I stopped unpacking my travel bags. It seemed like every week; I was heading off to somewhere new. Travel was uneventful. However, when we arrived, there was a thread of tension in the air that I didn’t like. “Anyone else feel that, or is it just me?” I whispered to the others as they escorted us to the lycan king.“No, I feel it,” Kalen replied.“It’s to be expected,” his father said, his tone soft. “It was practically last week we were enemies in the middle of a war. I’d be more worried if there wasn’t any tension.”“Yes, it would feel like a trap otherwise,” Danielle replied. “But the people’s tension isn’t our concern. It’s my father whose reaction matters.”“Indeed,” the lycan king said, emerging from a room to our left, surprising all of us. “It seems the entire rogue community has come to my doorstep.” He gave Kalen’s father a disapproving look.“Father,” Danielle said, giving that look ri
***Trigger Warning - This story deals with child loss ***My little one has left. I was so lucky to be his mother, yet so tragically only for a month.I hummed a soft lullaby as I rocked back and forth in the rocking chair while I held the necklace in my hands. This would be the closest I’d ever get to holding my baby ever again. Oh, goddess, why did you give him to me only to take him away so soon?My fingers brushed over the glass that sealed the ashes of my son, as I stared at the one that contained a small snip of his dark blonde hair. Hair just like his father, Kalen. This damned war! It had taken both of them from me.Six months ago, out of nowhere, rogues began attacking several packs, including ours. They were slipping past defenses and taking out key strategic spots with astonishing precision. Everywhere they went, towns burned and fields trampled, turning the whole place into a living hell.“Alyssa, take care of yourself. I will be back soon.” My father kissed me and left to
They forced me into a chair before the elders, with all the prominent figures of the pack behind us. Lena crossed her arms under her chest, smirking at me with menacing glee. “What is the meaning of this? How could you handcuff Alyssa?” an elder said, looking over at me with concern. I tried to speak, to tell them what Carl was planning, but still I couldn’t utter a sound. He motioned to the guards. “Free her now.”“Wait, you’re about to know the truth,” Carl looked serious, and the guard ignored the elder’s signal. “We are at war with the rogues. Yesterday, I received the information from the lycan king. He has found proof of a traitor in our pack. Through my own investigation, I found Alyssa has betrayed us,” Carl demanded. Again, I tried to deny it, but no sound came out of me.Was that his plan? To make me his traitor and replace me with his mistress? I struggled furiously to get out of the handcuffs.Carl looked at me dead in the eye. “Are you our traitor, Alyssa?”I stared at hi
I turned so I could see the man. Joy and horror filled me in equal measure. It was him. It was Kalen. He was really alive and here now. Yet I had to admit he wasn’t quite how I remembered. His once smiling, warm face was now hardened and cold. His blue eyes were dark and stormy, promising violence and death.“Well, well, what a surprise. Kalen, you have a knack for survival.” Carl let out a derisive laugh. “How dare you, a lowly rogue, come to my territory?” his voice was loud, but I felt the tip of the knife quiver against my neck.“You know why I’m here,” Kalen demanded. His voice rang out through the room and everyone fell silent. Most of the pack pressed themselves to the walls of the room, barely breathing as if they didn’t dare make a noise unless he’d strike them down.“I hope not,” Carl said with a laugh that made Kalen snarl at him.A hint of uncertainty filled Carl’s eyes at the sound of it. He held up his hand, lifting his chin.“That’s far enough. This doesn’t need to get p
I tried to open my eyes, but it hurt, so I closed them again. Actually, everything hurt. The smell of disinfectant and medicine filled my nose. So I wasn’t dead? That fact disappointed part of me somewhat.“Yes, her throat is healed,” someone with a muffled voice said in my ears.As my head cleared, the voice or well voices became clearer. Once more, I tried to open my eyes. After a moment, I adjusted to the lighting. I was in an unfamiliar rectangular room with several empty beds. Where was I?I turned my head to the other side and saw an unfamiliar man next to me and behind him was Kalen. So many nights I had dreams like this. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t a hallucination. Kalen was alive! He came back! I knew it. Tears ran down my face and I struggled to get up from the bed. I didn’t care about anything else but him being alive. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him.“Kalen, You’re alive! You’re really alive,” I said, hugging him. My voice was hoarse and shaking from whate
Kalen dragged me out of the small building and towards another, even smaller one. He pointed to a woman. “You come here and stand here till she comes out. When she’s dressed, bring her to the bonfire.”The woman’s eyes narrowed as she saw me. Distrust and wariness were easy to read in them.“Yes, alpha,” she said, ducking her head and shoved me inside.The door slammed shut behind me with a loud bang. The sudden sound startled me. Instantly, I turned and tried to open it again. I vigorously beat against the closed door, my voice with urgency and entreaty: “Please, let me out!” However, no one answered me.I slipped slowly, like losing support, and I sat slumped on the ground against the door. I looked up and around the room. All sorts of clothes piled up in a mess, if one could call the scraps of cloth clothing. Looking at this, I felt a force in my heart. No way was I going to ‘entertain’ anyone. I looked around the room and saw my salvation, a window. It was small, but I was sure I c
The woman pulled me to my feet and took me into the room, refusing to leave until I got dressed in what Kalen had picked out for me. I gritted my teeth, reminding myself he had my necklace. I undressed and put on the clothes that Kalen chose and tried not to think of how I might look in them. When I finished, the woman led me out of the room; her face was a stoic mask. I had no way of telling if it bothered her I was going to be the ‘entertainment’ or if it was just another day for her.She walked me up to Kalen. “She’s here alpha.”Much like Carl had at my trial, Kalen sat looking like a roman emperor, ready to decide the fates of those beneath him. Four women sat or stood around him, each breathtakingly beautiful. They pawed at him, eagerly awaiting whatever command he would give them.My chest ached with a spark of jealousy that was swallowed by grief. This was just more evidence that the Kalen I knew. The Kalen I loved never existed. This was who he was for real. A rogue. A cruel,
Kalen’s PoVMy heart pounded in my chest as I sprinted through the forest, running along secret trails I knew by heart. No matter how fast I ran, Alyssa still haunted me. Despite how she hurt me, I couldn’t stop desiring her. My body yearned to feel her again, taste her… I growled and pushed myself to run faster.She betrayed me. I had come to see her and then when I heard what was going on; I wanted to save her… Stupid. Shaking my head, I tried to keep my anger in check. Married? Goddess, how could she do that to me? Alyssa claimed she had to? What in the hell could make her marry that jackass? She was lying, playing with me. She had to be, because otherwise, why wouldn’t she just explain everything to me?I wanted to humiliate her tonight, make her feel like she had made me feel. Yet when she took off that shirt and all those bruises… Carl was lucky I didn’t know about them when I was beating his ass or I wouldn’t have stopped.If that wasn’t bad enough, those assholes were looking a
It didn’t take us long to prepare to leave for the lycan king’s territory. At this point, I stopped unpacking my travel bags. It seemed like every week; I was heading off to somewhere new. Travel was uneventful. However, when we arrived, there was a thread of tension in the air that I didn’t like. “Anyone else feel that, or is it just me?” I whispered to the others as they escorted us to the lycan king.“No, I feel it,” Kalen replied.“It’s to be expected,” his father said, his tone soft. “It was practically last week we were enemies in the middle of a war. I’d be more worried if there wasn’t any tension.”“Yes, it would feel like a trap otherwise,” Danielle replied. “But the people’s tension isn’t our concern. It’s my father whose reaction matters.”“Indeed,” the lycan king said, emerging from a room to our left, surprising all of us. “It seems the entire rogue community has come to my doorstep.” He gave Kalen’s father a disapproving look.“Father,” Danielle said, giving that look ri
Kalen and I didn’t go back to the communal building. Instead, we went for a walk outside. We didn’t say anything as we walked for a while. Kalen still had a pensive look on his face. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. The sun shone down above us, the warm light reflecting in Kalen’s distant eyes. He had been quiet for too long.“What’s bothering you now?” I asked him as we walked.Kalen exhaled sharply through his nose, like he’d just remembered I was there. “Bothering? Nothing,” Kalen said, then added, “and I mean it this time.”“Then why do you look like your brain is going a mile a minute?”“Oh, I’m thinking, just not about my mistakes or anything like that.”I gave him a curious look. “Okay,” I said, drawing out the word. “That’s not cryptic at all.”He laughed and grinned at me. “Just thinking that all those things you said to Lena weren’t exactly lies.”Still very confused, I asked again, “What do you mean?”Kalen reached out and took my hand in his as
“Well done,” the rogue king said as soon as I left the interrogation room.“Agreed,” Danielle said. “You pushed, but didn’t go too far, used her weaknesses subtly. If you want it, I’d say you could have a bright future in investigative work.”“Thanks,” I said, and just because I wanted to be sure, I asked the king, “I didn’t overstep with the lies about you and all that, did I?”It was Danielle who replied before the king could so much as open his mouth. “The point of an investigation is to get answers by… almost any means necessary.”The king nodded. “Yes, and we’re aware you’re not one for grandstanding or entitlement.”Relief filled me and also a little surprise. While they were right, I didn’t expect them to know that. “Great, thanks.”Danielle offered me a smile and patted my arm as the king said, “I’ll give this information to my people and see what we can do with it.”They started to leave, and I stopped them, asking, “What are you going to do with her?”“What we usually do wit
I stood outside the room with Kalen and his parents. “She’s given us nothing, really,” the rogue king explained. “She claims that James simply introduced her to Carl. He seduced her, convinced her to leave the rogues and join him as his mistress. Lena swears she never worked for James or was involved in any plots. According to her, she is nothing more than a victim of poor judgement and circumstances.Danielle snorted and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arm. “Yeah, right.”“What she said,” I agreed. “She was never a victim.” I drummed my fingers on my thigh as I thought. “What if I go in and talk to her?”The king frown, looking confused. “What do you think you’d get from her that my people didn’t get?”“Something closer to the truth,” I replied. “I saw how she treated the people in Crimson Fang. She said things to me that I bet she wished she could take back now. In short, Lena can’t lie to me. Plus, I bet I can push a few buttons your people didn’t know how to or couldn’t push.”
We found Danielle and the trackers quickly and she promised us she’d get the news to her father, the lycan king, as soon as possible. Still, unease prickled at the back of my mind. We had to get to them before James did. Kalen suggested we keep ourselves busy. There was one place I could go to keep my mind off things, as I stayed busy. “Alright, I know just where to go. Follow me,” I told him.“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Kalen said when I led him to the kitchen.“I know, but if you want to let off some stress and stay busy, there is no better place,” I replied. “Also, I think it would do you some good to serve for once.” Ignoring the look on Kalen’s face, I walked over to Marcel. “Got some extra hands if you need it,” I said as a way of introduction.He gave me a look and said, “I always need extra hands.” Marcel didn’t waste any time shoving a cutting board and a pile of vegetables in Kalen’s direction. “Start chopping. Even pieces, don’t mangle them.”Kalen stared at th
I sat at the large desk in the rogue king’s office with several papers in front of me. There were letters between Carl and James. I flipped through the pages, my fingers tightening around the edges as I read. Carl’s resentment against my father seeped through every carefully penned word. He spoke of betrayals, real or imagined, and of how he could do better if only given the chance.James’ responses were more measured, calculated even. He never outright encouraged Carl’s complaints, but fed Carl’s frustration with carefully placed questions and vague statements. It was manipulation at its finest, and Carl had walked right into it blindly. He ate up everything James gave him. Idiot.As much as the letters against my father angered me, the ones mentioning me were worse. He expressed his frustration at our friendship not becoming more, but there was one that was rather crude, talking about what he’d like to do to me. The casual way he wrote about me, as if I were some prize to be claimed
I moved slowly, mimicking Danielle’s movements. It had been days since we returned from the raid of the safe house. Training Kalen’s mom had gone from a couple times of a day to everyday now. Danielle claimed “if you’re going to get into the middle of everything, you should know how to defend yourself.”I wasn’t about to argue. No one was ever going to get the upper hand on me ever again, and I wasn’t going to stay out of the hunt for Caden. I knew that doing whatever Danielle told me was going to ensure that. She didn’t believe in going easy on me, despite my condition, which I loved. It seemed so many people around here wanted to treat me as if I was made of glass just because I was pregnant. Danielle pivoted on her heel and threw a sharp jab toward my side. I barely had time to react, stepping back and raising my arm to deflect, just as she taught me. But I was too slow. Her fist stopped inches from my ribs, and she arched a brow.“Dead,” she said flatly.I groaned. “I blocked!”“
“Ah, Alyssa, good, you’re here,” the doctor said as soon as he saw me. “Come sit down. I heard you shifted.”“Wow, nothing stays secret for long in his place,” I said as I sat down on the hard exam bed.“No, it doesn’t,” the doctor said with a smile. “With that said, I need to do a checkup and make sure everything is as it should be.”“Alright,” I replied, trying to sound casual, even though my stomach was doing flips. Shifting for the first time after such a long time was great, but I also felt like the rumor mill had now put a giant spotlight on me.The doctor grabbed a clipboard and started scribbling something down. “Any unusual sensations afterward? Fatigue? Nausea? Difficulty shifting back?”I shook my head. “Nope, everything felt... normal, if not great.”He nodded, adjusting his glasses. “Good. That’s a promising sign. Sometimes, after such a long period, shifting can cause issues, not to mention the fact you’re pregnant and suffering from poisoning.”I smiled faintly. He just
I sat on the floor with the baby Kalen, and I rescued. She seemed to be almost a year old, or at least old enough to almost be ready to take her first steps. Which I hoped she didn’t do until she was with her family. They shouldn’t miss such an important milestone. She giggled, clapping her tiny hands together as I handed her a wooden block to play with. Her laugh was like a fragile thread of hope amid all the terribleness of this war.The baby reached out and tugged on a strand of my hair, babbling. Her innocence was almost painful to witness in a world so full of danger. I gently pried her tiny fingers away and held her close, her warmth grounding me. Trying hard not to get attached to her, I reminded myself it wasn’t her I longed for and wanted to keep in my arms, but my child. I wanted Caden.Yet I couldn’t deny it. Around the little girl, both Maddy and I felt much more relaxed. Maddy… I couldn’t believe it. My wolf was back. She was finally back. We hadn’t talked about what happ