Jolie’s POV“Get them!” I heard Cara yell. The crowd's shock and fear were replaced by anger when they realized Charles’ shout had been a trick. The guests moved forward; they were angry at us. I was scared of what they’d do to us. What if they punished us?"Run, Charles!" I screamed, pushing him toward the gate. But I was not fast enough, as hands grabbed me, rough and unrelenting, pulling me back. "No! Let me go!" I struggled against them; I was scared to death, thinking of the worst punishments they could give us since they had labeled us as omegas.I tried to fight those hands that grabbed me, but they were stronger than I was as they pushed me down, and I was trapped in their hands and powerless.Cara walked forward, her eyes stating that she was angrier even more than the guests at the party. "You think you can play games with us, you filthy omega?" She sneered, her fingers curling into fists. "You’ll regret this.""Take this little brat away from his mother," Cara said to the g
Cara’s POV"Who dares raise their hand against me?" I thought, my anger rising. The sting of the slap burned my cheek, but what burned more was the humiliation. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, the shock in the room palpable. Who dared to hit me? Who had the audacity?I whipped my head around, anger filling me, ready to devour whoever had dared to challenge me. My anger faltered for just a moment when I saw her... Sibel... standing there with a cold, detached expression. It was her...Of course, it had to be Sibel. This witch always wanted to get under my skin. There is something about her I don't understand... She is fearless and has the audacity to challenge her superior.That omega, pretending to be something she wasn’t, thinking she could pose as the Alpha Princess. My blood boiled at the sight of her standing tall as if she had any right to hit me. Me, Cara.“How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?” I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. I wanted to claw her eyes out, to mak
Sibel’s POVI hoped my words got to Jolie... I could see the shift in her posture, the way her shoulders squared as she took a deep breath, as if my words had infused her with newfound strength. It was incredible to witness her morale being reinvigorated.Without hesitation, Jolie walked to where Cara was... Sipping a drink with unease, Jolie’s chin lifted slightly as she fixed her gaze on Cara. “You know what? I’m done with your nonsense, Cara. Take off my gown!”The room fell silent again, all eyes on Jolie, shocked by the audacity of her challenge. I could hardly believe she had the nerve to confront Cara directly. I anticipated what would happen next, half-expecting Cara to explode in anger.Cara’s reaction was immediate and explosive. “What did you just say?” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain as she stepped forward.“You think you can just waltz in here and make demands? That gown was custom-made by Wm, and it could never belong to someone like you!”The anger and lies fr
Sibel’s POVCara thinks she is smart... I laughed and crossed my arms; she dares to tell me to look for proof. She thinks she is smart."You know, Wm custom dresses always come with a bill. So if you really did order that dress, you should have something to back it up, right?” I raised an eyebrow, challenging her to prove me wrong.Cara’s smile was devilish... "You never learn, Sibel," she said, still smiling, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a shiny golden bill.“Here’s proof, Sibel,” she declared, holding it up like a trophy. “This is the receipt for my dress. It doesn’t get more official than this!”A smirk crept onto my face. “Oh really? That’s impressive, but you might want to double-check your facts. Wm switched to blue bills at the beginning of this year. So if that’s a golden bill…” I kept quiet as I looked at Cara’s face.She looked so uncertain. She quickly regained her composure, though, forcing a stiff smile. “That’s nonsense! This was a special order from last
Sibel’s POVWithout warning, Cara lunged at me again, but I dodged. “You think you can take me on, Sibel?” she snarled, charging at me with a feral intensity.I quickly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding her grasp. “Is this how you want to handle things? You’re just proving my point that you can’t handle the truth!”“Shut up!” she yelled, spinning around to face me once more; anger filled her face. “I’ll show you how a real werewolf fights!”As she lunged again, I ducked low, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back. “You’re not as tough as you think, Cara!” I shouted.But she wasn’t done yet. With a swift motion, she broke free from my grip and spun around, catching me off guard. “You’re going to regret this!” she hissed, swiping at me with her claws again.I dodged to the side, the sharpness grazing my arm, sending a jolt of pain through me. “Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted. "I expected more from an alpha!”Cara lunged again, this time with a wild swing. I barely manag
Sibel’s POVPaul crossed his arms, his gaze flickering between Cara and me, clearly uncomfortable with what is going on. "Sibel, let's not drag this out any longer. I'll buy the dress from Jolie, and we can put this whole thing behind us. No need to escalate this." He said.I stared at him in disbelief. Did he think he could just throw money at the problem and make it disappear? That’s not how things work. My jaw tightened, but I kept my voice calm, despite the anger burning inside of me.“Paul, this isn’t about money.” My words were firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “It’s about accountability. Cara needs to apologize, not you paying for her mistake.”Cara stood there, arms crossed, a smug smirk tugging at her lips as if she thought she was already off the hook. I couldn’t let this slide. If we allowed people like her to get away with everything just because they had someone willing to clean up their mess, what kind of message did that send? That money could solve every problem?
Cara’s POVPaul’s voice sounded low and menacing. “You either apologize properly, or I’ll remind you again why you shouldn’t mess with people like this.”I froze, my heart beating in my chest. His words crawled under my skin, and his slap still stung on my cheek. My expression wavered for just a moment, but I wasn’t about to let them break me, not like this.“Fine,” I spat, the bitterness coating every word. Turning toward Jolie, who stood behind Sibel, like she always did, I forced myself to face them. My body felt rigid, I was angry but I pushed the words out anyway. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have taken your dress.”There. I said it. But of course, that wasn’t going to be enough for Sibel. I could feel her eyes on me, just waiting for a chance to humiliate me even more.“No, Cara,” Sibel’s voice cut in. Her tone was calm but sharp, the kind of calm that always made me want to punch something. She stepped forward, arms folded, like she was already winning. “That’s not enough. Wha
Sibel’s POVI followed Paul to the room he lead the way wike I was behind him. As soon as I stepped into the room, Paul closed the door behind me with a deliberate click, the sound so loud, everywhere was quiet and that was why the sound was loud. I turned around to see him twist the lock, and my instincts immediately flared up. I stiffened, forcing myself to maintain a calm exterior, but inside, I was being alarm, I was on alert.“Why did you lock the door?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, even though I didn't trust him one bit.Paul gave me a half-smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes... A fake smile. “Because this conversation can’t be overheard, Sibel,” he replied, walking past me to a small table in the corner of the room. “We need to be cautious about who’s listening. Some things aren’t meant for public ears.”I didn’t respond, my eyes tracking his every movement. He picked up a glass pitcher and poured water into two glasses, his actions slow, as if to make sure I was watchin
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