Third person POV The house was dead silent as Emilia sat in her room, alone and isolated. She couldn't muster the courage to face her parents' venomous words downstairs.Contrary to most people's belief, Emilia had no friends apart from Nathaniel. But with the current rift between her and Katherine, being around Nathaniel felt awkward.Emilia sighed, chugging down a bottle of wine. The alcohol numbed her problems, offering temporary escape.The noise downstairs signaled her parents' return from work. Emilia's anxiety spiked, knowing she couldn't hide from their wrath."Where is that good-for-nothing child?" her mother screamed, storming upstairs.Mrs. Thompson burst into Emilia's room, laughter erupting at the sight of her drunk daughter."You're so foolish to think wine will wash away your idiocy," Mrs. Thompson taunted.Emilia slurred, "Mom, please...I just need to rest." She pushed the wine bottle off her bed and lay down quietly.Mrs. Thompson's smirk grew wicked. She rushed down
Katherine POV Days had ticked by since Nathaniel's birthday, and I'd noticed a subtle shift in him. He'd grown more open, more approachable. His smiles, though rare, now appeared twice a day – a frequency that, for Nathaniel, constituted often.But today, my anxiety eclipsed his warm transformation. Training began, and I wasn't thrilled. In fact, dread knotted my stomach.My family's past embarrassment still stung. They'd hidden me away, ashamed of my omega nature. I'd never trained, never learned to defend myself.The thought of facing the training ground, surrounded by skilled warriors, terrified me. What if I failed? What if I made a fool of myself?I pinched my nose, shrugging into a black trousers and shirt. With school on break, my days felt empty. Daily chats with Quentin and David weren't the same as spending time together; it had been a week since I'd seen them."Nathaniel's been different lately," I thought, a flutter in my chest."Kathy, get dressed. Emilia's outside," Nat
NATHANIEL POV Fifteen years ago;"Get out, you worthless child!" my mother shrieked, her voice dripping with venom as she hurled my clothes onto the frozen ground. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the chill of the night air, as I wrapped my trembling arms around my shivering body."Mama, please," I begged, desperate, cracking my voice. "It's freezing outside, and Naomi is sick. She needs warmth and care." I clutched my seven-year-old sister tightly to my chest, trying to shield her from the cold and our mother's cruelty.But my mother's expression twisted into a snarl, her eyes blazing with a drunken fury. She slammed the door shut, leaving us to face the unforgiving night alone.This was our reality, a never-ending cycle of abuse and neglect. Whenever she indulged in her favorite poison, our home transformed into a battleground. The packmates, our supposed community, turned a blind eye to our suffering. They'd grown numb to our parents' toxic behavior, their indifferenc
Third person POV Katherine's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, her senses stirring. The silence was oppressive, a clear indication that Nathaniel had already departed for his office. His absence left a hollow feeling, but she pushed aside the longing.Today marked the beginning of her training, and Katherine's nerves hummed with anticipation. She trusted Nathaniel implicitly, knowing he would guide her through the challenges ahead.With a quiet resolve, Katherine headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. The warm shower washed away the remnants of sleep, but her mind remained alert.As she dressed, Katherine's thoughts drifted to Nathaniel. What would today's training entail? Would she be able to keep up?Returning to the room, Katherine halted, her gaze locking onto a figure on the couch.Amelia.Katherine's face lit up with a warm smile as she spotted Amelia. It had been weeks since their last encounter, and Katherine had missed the witch's guidance."Good morning,
Katherine POV I sprang into action, positioning myself between Nathaniel and Quentin. "Stop!" I shouted, spreading my arms protectively around Quentin."If you want to kill her, you'll have to kill me too," I declared, voice shaking but resolute. "Quentin is my friend."“You're standing with a rogue against your alpha. Do you know you have committed the ultimate betrayal?” Nathaniel growled at me but I just swallowed nervously before moving towards him..Nathaniel's jaw clenched, tension radiating from his stance. The air hung heavy with unresolved conflict."Quentin's a good rogue, she's never harmed anyone," I pleaded, trying to reason with Nathaniel.But Nathaniel's expression remained unyielding, his jaw clenched in anger."There's no such thing as a good rogue!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the air. "They're all vile creatures, a threat to our kind."His gaze snapped to Quentin, who trembled, her eyes wide with fear."You have two minutes to leave my sight," Nathaniel
Third person POVAs they drove for hours into the downtown area, Katherine's excitement grew. She couldn't help but wonder what Nathaniel had planned for their special evening. The city lights blurred together, a colorful tapestry outside the car window.Finally, they arrived at a beautiful garden, tucked away from the bustling streets. Nathaniel led Katherine through the entrance, and she gasped in awe.The garden was transformed into a romantic haven. Soft moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an ethereal glow. Thousands of flowers – roses, lilies, and carnations – bloomed around them, filling the air with sweet fragrances.Katherine's eyes sparkled as she turned to Nathaniel. "This is breathtaking," she whispered.Nathaniel smiled, pleased with himself. "I wanted tonight to be special."As they strolled through the garden, Katherine's wonder grew. The setting was straight out of a fairy tale.She stopped beside a serene pond, its surface reflecting the starry sky. Nathani
*Third person POVThe darkness of the forest enveloped two figures, their faces obscured by the shadows. The only sound was the distant hooting of owls and the rustling of leaves.One figure, tall and imposing, stepped forward, his voice low and urgent. "What's taking you so long to initiate Phase Two? We can't afford delays."The second figure, slightly smaller, emerged from the darkness, his features still indistinct. "I was waiting for the right moment. Most of the packs are still reeling from the attack."The first figure's tone turned menacing. "The packs’ vulnerability is exactly why we must act now. We can't give them time to regroup."The second figure nodded, his voice laced with caution. "Understood. But we risk exposure if we rush."The first figure's voice dropped to a growl. "I didn't hire you for your caution. I hired you for results. Initiate Phase Two immediately."The second figure's gaze flickered, a hint of unease visible in the darkness. "As you wish."A pause hung
Third person POV A week had passed since the brutal attack on the Woodland Pack. The injured warriors had recovered, their wounds now scarred reminders of the trauma. The pack had laid to rest the two fallen wolves, their memories honored in a somber ceremony.However, the tension within the pack remained palpable, a heavy fog that clung to every surface. Carolina's venomous words had infected the air, spreading dissent."Nathaniel's distraction is evident," Carolina declared, her voice dripping with malice, during a gathering of senior pack members. "His infatuation with the omega has clouded his judgment."Nathaniel's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "That's enough, Carolina."But she continued, relentlessly. "If he hadn't been so enamored, perhaps he would have anticipated the attack. Perhaps our pack wouldn't have suffered such losses."Kilo stepped forward. "With all due respect, mom, that's unfair. Nathaniel's leadership saved countless lives."Carolina's gaze turned icy. "Sile