Sibel’s POVCara’s face changed dramatically, shock quickly morphing into pure rage. Her eyes flickered, glowing a fierce golden hue as the wolf within her threatened to break free. The atmosphere in the store shifted, charged with tension.“How dare you!” she scolded, her voice low and menacing. “You think you can just slap me and get away with it? You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”Her fists clenched, trembling with barely contained fury. “You’ve crossed a line, Sibel. I could kill you right here, and no one would stop me.” The threat felt real, heavy, and palpable.I stood my ground, heart racing, but I refused to let her intimidate me. “You’re all talk, Cara. You can’t bully me into submission. If you want to threaten me, fine... but know this: I won’t back down.”The golden glow in her eyes flickered dangerously as she stepped closer, the tension between us electric. "You’ll regret this, Omega. I promise you that."I met her gaze, my own defiance burning brightly. "And yo
Cara’s POVI felt the heat rise to my cheeks as the clerk glanced at me with suspicion. The machine’s refusal to process my card was beyond embarrassing. “What’s going on?” she asked, concern etched on her face. I could feel the weight of her gaze, and it made me angrier.“There’s no way this card isn’t valid!” I snapped, my frustration bubbling over. “It has to work.” I needed to regain control of the situation, to remind everyone of my status.“Excuse me for a moment,” I muttered, trying to hide my irritation as I stepped away to a quieter corner of the store. I could feel Sibel’s eyes on me, and it only fueled my anger further.Pulling out my phone, I dialed Leo’s number, my hands trembling slightly. I needed answers. “Leo,” I said urgently when he picked up. “What the hell is going on? I just tried to use the card you gave me, and it’s not working!”"I'm sorry, Cara, it's frozen," Leo said on the other side of the phone.“What do you mean it’s frozen?” I shot back, my voice rising
Dylan’s POVAs I walked into the store, I immediately sensed something was off. Then, I overheard the clerk telling Sibel she would sell her out of the pack as a sex slave.“What’s going on here?” I asked. The moment the clerk saw me and the manager, her face turned pale.“I was informed there was an incident involving our staff and a customer. What exactly happened?” the manager asked.Before the clerk could sputter an excuse, I stepped forward, fixing my gaze on her. “I overheard some very disturbing remarks about selling someone as a sex slave.” My eyes scanned the room, and there she was... Sibel.The look on her face told me everything I needed to know—anger, frustration, and a hint of disbelief. I could hardly believe it myself. The clerk had actually thrown clothes at her?I felt my blood boil as I strode across the store. “Sibel, are you okay?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but seeing her in distress had me on edge.She looked at me, angry... though not at me, but
Sibel's POVI stood there, my patience hanging by a thread. The nerve of that clerk, mocking me in front of everyone as if she had the right. The moment Dylan revealed I was the largest shareholder, I saw the realization hit her like a slap in the face. Her defiance crumbled into panic, and I could almost taste her fear. But it wasn’t enough.“Please,” the clerk stammered, her eyes wide as she suddenly fell to her knees. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry! Please, I need this job. I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn’t know who you were.”I watched as she trembled, her tears flowing freely now. I could see she was desperate, but my anger didn’t wane. How quickly people beg for mercy when they realize who holds the power. It would have been almost pathetic if I wasn’t so furious. An Alpha princess? A mockery? She dared to question my rank and dismiss me as nothing more than my bloodline. She was wrong, and I had no desire to forgive her.Dylan stood firm beside me, his face impassive, but I k
Sibel’s POVThe next day, Dylan and I drove to the custom dress shop. I desperately needed a break from all the chaos, and honestly, I had been waiting for this moment. A custom dress fitting was exactly what I needed to clear my head. As we stepped inside, the delicate scent of expensive fabric and designer perfumes filled the air."Are you ready?" Dylan asked, his usual calm demeanor showing a hint of excitement.I smiled, nodding. “Of course.”The tailor led me to a private room where the dress awaited. It was exquisite, crafted from the finest materials, with intricate beading and delicate embroidery that glow under the soft lighting. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a rush of anticipation.I slipped into the dress, and when I stepped out to face Dylan, his reaction took me by surprise.His eyes widened, and for a moment, he was speechless. Dylan, usually so composed, couldn’t hide the awe in his gaze. "Sibel... you look..
Dylan ’s POVEverywhere became silent as Cara stormed out of the shop. I could still feel the impact of what Cara had cause in the shop, the scent of her arrogance lingering like a bad odor. I clenched my fists, feeling the anger simmering just beneath the surface.“Sibel,” I muttered, turning to her, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you want me to get rid of her for good?” The words came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't help it. Cara’s attitude was unbearable, and I knew if it were up to me, she’d never bother Sibel again.Sibel stood there, looking composed with steez despite everything that had just happened. The way she faced Cara down without losing her cool, it was one of the many reasons I admired her... That is true leadership. But now, I needed to know. If she gave the word, I’d make sure Cara never crossed our path again. And never bother her and oppress the weak.Her eyes flicked to mine, calm yet calculating, as if she had already anticipated my question. A
Sibel’s POVI stood there, fidgeting with the hem of my dress, feeling the weight of my own emotions pressing down on me. I glanced at Dylan, his calm demeanor only making the storm inside me worse. I had dragged him into this situation without a second thought, and now, as the tension between us lingered, I knew I owed him an apology."Dylan..." I began softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to pull you into all of this without asking." My eyes flickered down to the floor, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I feel... wronged, that you’re my mate. Like maybe you deserve better than me."The words came out before I could stop them, the vulnerability that I tried so hard to hide spilling out. I bit my lip, waiting for his response, half-expecting him to agree or, worse, stay silent.Dylan shook his head, his expression softening as he stepped closer. "Sibel, you weren’t wrong. You don’t need to apologize." His voice was gentle, the same ton
Cara’s POVAfter Leo dumped me, I realized my plan had failed. I had gambled everything on him, believing he would be my key to power and status. But Leo, the fool, chose to throw me away like yesterday's news. It hurt me at first, but I wasn’t one to stay down for long. If one path closed, I would simply find another. That’s when I turned to Paul.Paul wasn’t like Leo. He was cunning, always two steps ahead. And I, knowing how to play my cards, made my way into his life.When I finally arrived at Paul’s estate, he welcomed me with open arms. "Cara," he said, pulling me into a tight embrace.My heart raced, not out of affection, but out of the thrill of success. My plan was working. Leo might have been blind to what I could offer, but Paul saw it clearly. And I was ready to use every advantage I had.Paul’s hold on me tightened for a moment before he stepped back, flashing me a smile that made it clear I had won him over. "I’ve kept something for you," he said, his voice low and fille
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