Sibel’s POV"Please, please! I'm begging you, don't expel me!" Jolie pleaded, her voice trembling.She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. I rushed to her side, lifting her up."It's okay, Jolie, no, please..." I tried to comfort her."But what about my son?" she sobbed, her lips quivering. "What about Charles? He's all alone in the hospital..."Her body shook with fear, and her eyes widened in desperation."Something terrible will happen to him, I just know it," Jolie cried, her voice cracking."Jolie, don't be scared. Everything will be okay," I reassured her.But she continued crying, overwhelmed by worry. "My son is in the hospital, all alone. There's no one to check on him. And now, we're being expelled. How will he take care of himself?""Jolie, I promise you, I'll bring you back," I said firmly."When?" Jolie asked, tears streaming down her face."Don't worry about that," I replied. "I'll make it happen. I'll bring you back to the pack. Leave that to me."Her
Sibel’s POV"That's not a big deal for me," Vivian said, exhaling deeply. "I can tell you everything about Eileen's crimes. But it's frustrating—every time I report her, the authorities seem to take her side.""I understand what you mean, Vivian," I replied empathetically. "As a Chief, Eileen has the upper hand in many things."Vivian nodded, relief washing over her face."But now, everything changes," I assured her. "As the Alpha Princess, I'll ensure justice is served.""Tell me everything," I urged. "Every crime, every misstep. I'm ready to listen."Vivian took a deep breath before launching into a detailed account."Eileen has embezzled pack funds, manipulated border patrols, and bullied Omegas. And worse, she's covered up crimes committed by her loyalists."I listened intently, anger burning within me."Rest assured, Vivian," I said, determination in my voice. "Eileen will face justice. Her crimes won't go unpunished."Vivian's voice trembled with emotion. "You know, Eileen bribe
Sibel’s POVAfter dinner, Dylan and I headed to the hospital to visit Jolie's son. As we entered the room, Jolie rose, her eyes shining with warmth."Sibel!" she exclaimed, embracing me tightly.I hugged her back, my heart swelling with happiness. Seeing Jolie so happy filled me with joy.Charles, lively and smiling, captured my attention. I scooped him up, playing with his soft hair. His giggles filled the room, melting my heart."This little pup is so sweet," I cooed. Jolie smiled, tears welling up."Thanks to the Moon Goddess," she whispered.Charles’s recovery was nothing short of miraculous. From the brink of death, neglected and bullied by Eileen and her crew... to vibrant life, full of laughter and joy.I grasped Jolie's hand. "See how happy you look, Jolie?" I said, beaming. "Smiling suits you so well."Jolie's face lit up with a warm smile."Thank you, Sibel," she replied. "My son wouldn't have recovered if not for your intervention."I waved my hand dismissively. "It's nothi
Eileen’s POVI beamed with pride, cradling my Werewolves Gold Award. Finally, it was mine! All things I had to do, to achieve this had paid off. Time to celebrate.I walked to my cozy bar, retrieved a bottle of rich, full-bodied red wine, and poured it into a gleaming glass tumbler. The wine's deep red color matched my triumphant mood.With eyes closed, I savored the first sip, enjoying the wine's smooth, rich flavor. The moment was pure bliss."This is what success tastes like," I thought, feeling a deep sense of pride in my accomplishment.Still basking in my celebratory mood, the living room door swung open with a jarring screech, bouncing back with a loud bang. I turned to see who had made the sudden entrance and found my younger brother, Jed, storming in.His face was red, and he looked so angry as if his face might burst from rage at any moment."What's wrong, Jed?" I asked, puzzled."Help me out!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fury."Not now, Jed. Can't you see I'm cel
Sibel’s POV"I want to use the restroom," I said to Dylan before excusing myself. After finishing, I returned to the training camp. As I entered, I was taken aback to find Charles and Jed in a heated argument. I approached them, concerned and curious about what had caused the dispute."Charles, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to diffuse the tension."Yeah, ask this omega," Jed snapped, his tone dripping with disdain.I was taken aback by Jed's hostility. How could he be so callous towards an omega at such a young age? But I pushed aside my shock and focused on Charles."Charles, what's happening?" I asked again, gently."Why was my first-place result canceled?" Charles demanded, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow."I don't understand," I replied, puzzled. "What do you mean?""My position, my rightful position, was taken away," Charles explained, his frustration evident.I could sense his distress and wondered who would be responsible for such a decision."You're a fool, Charles," Jed
Sibel’s POVThis wasn't something to argue about. It should have been resolved peacefully. But now, the bullying of omegas has begun. The prejudice, the belittling of weaker ones—it's unbearable. And to make matters worse, they're taking the law into their own hands.My anger boiled over as I witnessed the injustice."You pushed him to the ground, you omega!" the instructor accused, pointing at Charles."I did not push him!" Charles protested, his voice filled with frustration.The instructor helped Jed up from the ground, ignoring Charles' words."Are you alright, Jed?" the instructor asked, brushing dirt off Jed's clothes.Charles’ desperation grew. "I didn’t touch him! He sat down on purpose!"The instructor’s expression hardened. "Silence, Charles. Your word means nothing."I remembered earlier when Jed purposely sat down on the ground all of a sudden when the instructor came. It was only now that it all clicked in my mind—Jed had a plan, and that's why he sat down on the ground.
Sibel POVI'm so frustrated, I thought, witnessing the instructor's blatant discrimination.I faced him, our eyes locked in a fierce stare. He was angry because I had stopped him from hitting Charles earlier."How dare you?" I demanded. "What makes you think you can discriminate like this?"The instructor's anger simmered, his face red with rage."You interfered with my authority," he snarled."I blocked you from slapping a child," I corrected. "That's not authority; that's abuse."My anger boiled over."Let me ask you something, instructor," I said, my voice firm. "Do you even know the difference between right and wrong? Or have you lost all sense of morality?"The instructor's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger."Answer me!" I demanded, my anger palpable."I want to know," I pressed on, questioning the instructor's moral compass. "How can you not distinguish between right and wrong?" I asked, outrage burning within me.The instructor's face twisted in anger."You're discrimi
Dylan POVAs soon as I ended the call, I pocketed my phone and turned to Dermot."I need to find the administrator," I said, my anger simmering."Do you know who the administrator is?" I asked, despite not wanting to engage with him."Yes, I do," Dermot replied."Good," I said curtly."I'll take you to the administrator," Dermot offered."Lead the way," I accepted gruffly.Dermot led me through a detour, taking a sharp turn."We'll take a shortcut," he explained, and I nodded. As we walked, Dermot added, "My wife's younger brother is also in this training camp.""Really?" I replied, focused on reaching the administrator's office. Even though he had already told me earlier about his sister’s son being in the camp, I continued with the conversation to avoid sounding rude."Yes, and he's doing exceptionally well," Dermot added."That's great," I said politely, praying we reached the administrative block immediately so I wouldn’t have to keep pretending to enjoy the conversation with Derm
Dylan’s POVWe were almost at the border. Just a few more steps, and we’d be back on safe ground, or so I thought. The night was quiet, too quiet, and then, out of nowhere, they came... soldiers, a whole group of them, bursting out of the shadows. Theybwere with weapons and they surround us before we even knew what was happening."Don't move!" one of them barked, his voice hard andnut said it cleared enough for us to hear. I froze for just a second, my mind racing. But then instinct kicked in, and I stepped in front of Sibel, putting her behind me where she’d be safe. I could feel her hand clutching my shirt, and I could tell she was as tense as I was.I raised my hands, not surrendering, just ready. Ready to fight if it came down to it. “Who are you?” I called out, my voice steady, though inside, I was on edge. “Let us go!”One of the soldiers, the one who seemed to be in charge, stepped forward. He took his time, like he wanted me to see him coming. His face was hard... With no expr
Sibel’s POVSilas was nothing like Beta Ben. The second I met him, I knew it. Beta Ben followed every word Alpha Lionel said, not a single doubt in him, but Silas? He was different. There was something fierce about him, a fire that felt almost dangerous. You could tell just by looking at him... he was angry. Angry with the way things were, the way people were suffering under Alpha Lionel’s rule. He looked like someone ready to stand up and fight, not just sit back and follow orders.We sat down across from him, and I could see the frustration on his face. It was like he was holding back something he wanted to shout out loud but couldn’t. He spoke low, his voice filled with emotion.“Omegas are getting bullied,” he said, shaking his head. “People are dying. No one’s safe, not with the way things are going now.”I listened, feeling the pain in his voice, but also the anger. And honestly, I felt it too. I knew how bad things had gotten, knew that the weak were suffering, and it didn’t si
Dylan’s POVSmith looked at us, sighing as if he’d expected all the questions we were throwing his way. After a pause, he leaned in and shared an information... It was as if it was our last hope. “There’s someone who might be able to help you,” he said. “A beta named Silas. He has a real heart for his people. They trust him, and Alpha Lionel has a bit of respect for him too.”Sibel and I exchanged glances, a glimmer of hope flickering between us. If there was even a small chance Silas could lend us a hand, we had to try. With Smith’s guidance, we set out to find this Beta Silas. After a short while, we reached a modest but well-kept house on the outskirts of the pack’s main territory. Smith knocked, and soon enough, a young man opened the door. He looked a few years younger than Beta Ben, his sharp features softened by a steady and thoughtful expression.“This is Beta Silas,” Smith introduced, then added with a respectful nod, “And these two are Sibel and...” He looked at me, giving m
Dylan’s POVSibel looked at me, and I knew instantly she could see right through me. She always could, somehow. She tilted her head, studying me, her expression soft but firm. “Dylan,” she said, her voice calm yet filled with a determination that only made my worry grow. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, with you. I want to fight with you.”Her words hung in the air between us, heavy and solid. And I felt something tighten in my chest. Sibel wanting to stay—part of me wanted that too, more than anything. But the other part, the part that knew how dangerous things had gotten, just wanted to keep her safe, away from all this madness.I looked away, trying to hide the conflict in my expression, but she wasn’t fooled. She never was. She stepped closer, and I felt her hand on my arm, grounding me. “Dylan,” she repeated, her tone softening just a bit, but that strength was still there. “Don’t you see? I’m not backing down. I know what’s at stake here, and I still want to be here.
Sibel’s POVBeta Ben was clear, and there was no mistaking his tone. He looked straight at me, then at Dylan, his face hard and unchanging. “I can’t approve this,” he said, firm but not harsh. “There are just too many risks,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, as if each word was weighing on him. “I’ve got to protect both of you. Alpha rights, this whole fight… it could turn ugly, and I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”Hearing him say that made my stomach twist. I felt like I’d been holding my breath, waiting for him to give us the green light, and now all that hope just deflated. I could feel disappointment creeping in, but I forced myself to stay quiet. I knew arguing wasn’t going to change anything. Beta Ben had made his decision, and we just had to accept it.Dylan looked at me, a sigh escaping him. “He’s afraid this is too much,” he said softly, more to himself than to me. “He thinks if we go forward, Alpha’s rights will end up hurting you more than helping.”I gave a s
Sibel’s POVThe moment I opened the door and saw Beta Ben, I couldn’t hide my shock. This old, frail man standing before me... he was the Beta of this pack? I almost couldn’t believe it. He looked so old, so tired, moving slowly as he hunched forward with a bent back. I’d never seen a Beta look like this. Betas were supposed to be strong, powerful, ready to stand by the Alpha, not hidden away in a place like this. The room itself was as rundown as he looked, stuck away in this hidden, deserted corner of the pack’s territory.How could Alpha Lionel let this happen to him? How could he turn his back on his own Beta, someone who must have served the pack so loyally for years? It didn’t make any sense. I tried to imagine what Beta Ben might have looked like in his younger days, when he was strong and ready to defend the pack. It hurt to see him like this, and I felt an anger rise in me toward Alpha Lionel. This wasn’t just neglect... it felt like cruelty.As I sat with Beta Ben, I could f
Dylan’s POVWe were stuck, not sure where to go next, so we thought of one last option: Lionel’s Beta. Maybe he would help us. Mr. and Mrs. Smith looked at me, worry in their eyes, and asked, "Are you sure he’d want to see you?" They sounded uncertain, almost like they knew something I didn’t.But what choice did we have? We had to take a chance, even if it was a long shot. I nodded. "We got to try." It was the only thing I could think to say, even though part of me wasn’t so sure either. With Mr. and Mrs. Smith guiding us, we set out to find where Beta Ben lived.It didn’t take too long, but his house was hidden away, tucked into a quiet part of the woods, like he wanted to be left alone. I took a deep breath as I walked up to the door, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on my shoulders. My hand hovered above the door, just for a second. I knocked, and then stepped back, waiting.There was silence. I could feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears, wondering if he’d even answer. F
Dylan’s POVEarlier, as soon as Sibel mentioned we’d need to head back to the pack early, I knew I had to reach out to Smith. I didn’t waste any time... I pulled out my phone and called him right away. Smith answered after a couple of rings, but I could tell from the way he said my name that he was caught off guard.“Dylan?” he said, his voice sounding puzzled. “Why are you calling? Weren’t you supposed to be away a while longer?”I paused, choosing my words carefully. Smith and I went way back; he knew me well enough to sense when something was up. Still, I hadn’t told him the real reason for wanting to return, and I knew that dropping it all at once would catch him by surprise.“It’s complicated,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “There’s… something important I need to do in the Golden Crescent pack. It can’t wait any longer.” I paused, taking a breath, then continued, “I’m coming back to stop what’s happening to the Omegas. The way they’re being treated, it isn’t right. I
Sibel’s POVI was stunned by the sight that greeted me in the Golden Crescent pack. The suburbs were filled with bodies, women and children mostly, scattered on the ground as if left to rot. Some looked so thin, bones pressing tight against skin... they must’ve starved to death. Others had been killed, their bodies lifeless and cold. Each step I took felt heavy, the air stench with the scent of dead bodies.As we moved slowly through the streets, I noticed how empty the place felt, yet haunted, as if memories of those who’d suffered were still watching us. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the heartbreaking sight. It felt like the whole world had abandoned them, left them in these dirt-streaked alleys to fend for themselves. There was no help, no hope, just silence.Finally, we left the outskirts behind and reached the heart of the Golden Crescent pack. It was like stepping into a completely different world. Suddenly, the dirty, crumbling buildings faded away, replaced by grand houses