Nathaniel POV I woke up to a pounding headache, the lingering residue of a distressing nightmare. I shrugged it off, popping my anxiety pills to calm the storm within.Today was crucial; our December runway show loomed, and I needed to ensure everything was flawless.But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a wave of weakness washed over me. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give way.I hadn't confided in anyone yet, dismissing it as a minor issue. Yet, the fatigue had been persistent, gnawing at my resolve.Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself to stand, every step a testament to my determination.The bathroom beckoned, but standing for long seemed impossible. I opted for a warm soak in the bathtub instead, letting the water envelop me like a soothing balm.As I soaked, my muscles relaxed, and strength seeped back into my limbs."Maybe I was just cold," I rationalized, willing myself to believe it.Feeling revitalized, I dressed and headed downstairs for a much-needed
Third person POV Nathaniel's eyes fluttered open, groggily focusing on the worn faces of Lena and Kilo. The pack infirmary's sterile scent and faint beeping of machines assaulted his senses."Thank the goddess you're awake!" Kilo exclaimed, his voice cracking as he grasped Nathaniel's hand. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and his trembling smile conveyed the depth of his relief.Nathaniel tried to move, but his body felt leaden, stiff from days of immobility. His throat scratched, making every word a painful struggle.Lena's face etched with worry, her eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights. "I'll inform Luna and Mister Tristian," she said, her voice laced with emotion before hurrying out.The doctors arrived, their efficient examination a blur as Nathaniel endured in silence, his weak body unable to resist. Their murmured reassurances and nods of approval offered little comfort.After the doctors declared his vitals normal and left, Nathaniel turned to Kilo, his gaze searching."Why...do.
*Nathaniel POV*Thankfully, I'd recovered from the attack and was no longer confined to the clinic. My dad insisted I keep a low profile, avoiding the human world to prevent alerting the rogues who sought to harm me."Alpha," Emilia called out, her voice laced with urgency.I turned to face her, noticing her puffy eyes, a telltale sign of tears."Emilia, what brings you here?" I asked, surprised by her sudden appearance on my doorstep. It had been almost two weeks since I'd last seen her."Well, I'm still your beta," she replied, deadpan, rolling her eyes."You aren't acting like it," I snapped, stepping aside to let her enter.Emilia sighed, sinking into my couch. Her mouth opened and closed, as if searching for words to defend herself, but none came.I rubbed my forehead, empathy softening my tone. "Look, Emilia, I know you're struggling..”"I'm depressed!" Emilia exclaimed, cutting me off as hot tears streamed down her face. "I've always struggled, but it's gotten worse. I feel lik
*Third person POV*Nathaniel paced his room, lost in thought. Lena's words echoed in his mind: "I've confirmed Katherine's whereabouts. I'll text you the location when I'm certain she'll be there."His nerves simmered, anticipation building. Seeing his Omega again filled him with trepidation. He was ready to do anything to make Katherine forgive him, to reclaim his mate.Just as Nathaniel's thoughts began to consume him, Kilo entered the room."What's wrong?" Kilo asked, concern etched on his face. "You've been pacing for hours."Nathaniel's gaze drifted toward Kilo, his sigh heavy with emotion."Today's the day," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to see Katherine."Kilo's eyes widened in surprise."How did you find her?" he asked, recalling the failed search party.Nathaniel's snort was laced with irony."Lena found her," he deadpanned, his tone hinting at a complicated history.Kilo settled beside Nathaniel on the couch."What's the plan?" Kilo asked, his voice l
Katherine POV I stood frozen, gazing at Layla's lifeless body, the silver arrow protruding from her head like a cruel accusation. My shaky hands covered her eyes, a futile gesture to protect her dignity, to preserve some semblance of peace.Layla had known her fate before the arrow struck. Pity washed over me, despite our distant relationship. No one deserved such a brutal end. The memory of her words echoed in my mind: "You're... in danger..." and "They... are going to kill... me."I wiped away a tear and lifted her body, determined to give her a proper funeral, to honor her in death as she hadn't been in life.As I carried Layla back to the pack, questions swirled in my mind like a vortex. What was she about to reveal? Was it her torturer who killed her? Who was behind the sinister forces that drove her to warn me?Upon arriving at the gates, the puzzled faces of the pack members met me. No one offered to take Layla's body, their indifference a stark contrast to the turmoil brewin
THIRD-PERSON POV The Warriors of Woodland Pack stood tall at the pack territory, their eyes flashing hatred toward the approaching rogues. Tristian, Lena, Emilia, and Kilo led the defense."Where is your alpha?" a rogue sneered.Lena snarled, "That's none of your business, rogue."The rogue laughed, signaling the attack.Emilia and Lena charged forward, their warriors following. Kilo remained in human form, concealing his Omega nature.The battle raged.Suddenly, a rogue howled, and the others joined in, momentarily stunning the Woodland Pack.A trumpet blew, and the rogues retreated, abandoning their injured comrades.Emilia's brow furrowed. "Why are they retreating?"Tristian's expression mirrored her confusion. "I don't know, but I'm thankful. The pack can't withstand another attack."The warriors nodded in agreement.Meanwhile, Nathaniel lay anxiously in bed, worried the rogues had breached the border.A distant howl and trumpet echoed.Nathaniel's heart racing, he wondered why t
Third person POV Nathaniel clutched the paper, his frown etched with worry, as the weight of responsibility settled heavily upon his shoulders. His body screamed in protest, weakened by illness, but he knew he had no choice. The fate of his pack hung precariously in the balance."I need you to get rid of the head," Nathaniel instructed Lena, his voice laced with a mix of disgust, urgency, and a hint of desperation.Their cover was blown, brutally exposed by Halo's gruesome gift – the Mole's severed head, a chilling message that sent shivers down Nathaniel's spine.Nathaniel's mind reeled, attempting to grasp the implications. Halo had known they were onto him, yet he'd waited, biding his time like a predator stalking its prey.Why?Was it to toy with Nathaniel, or was there a deeper motive? A hidden agenda?With effort, Nathaniel forced his weary legs to move back to his room, each step a testament to his unyielding determination.Rest was crucial; the battle ahead would be fierce, a
Katherine’s POVAs I entered the house, the cacophony of voices and footsteps was deafening. The detention I'd just returned from for getting into a fight at school seemed like a distant memory now. But I knew what awaited me at home would be far worse. My mother spotted me and immediately let loose her fury, shouting my name with a venomous hiss. Her eyes shone with a dangerous light as she advanced towards me, her cane claws clicking against the floor with every step."How dare you attack the son of the delta of this pack!” She screamed.Her words were sharp as daggers, sinking deep into my heart. "Mom, he attacked me first! He said awful things…" I tried to reason with her, but my words fell on deaf ears. Another slap stung my cheek as she spat, "You're weak and useless! I don't wanna hear any more complaints about you!"As she stormed off to her room, I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes. My name is Katherine Danvers - the Omega runt. Being an Omega isn't so bad, but being