NIYLAH’s POV. I wonder what's going on with him, acting all lovey-dovey after forcing himself on me. I know I'm acting too cool, but what can I really do? Should I call the police? Or maybe go to the station with this clothes as evidence to prove my innocence. Just the thought of it lifts my spirits. I might seem helpless now, but I know there's evidence with the cloth on my neck. But wait, I don't even know which police station to go to. Standing in the middle of the road, scanning back and forth as if I'm expecting someone. "There you are," I hear from behind, and I quickly turn around. "Jack!" I call out as I see him, a wave of fear washing over me. I start walking backward as he moves closer, a wicked smile on his face. I can sense something sinister in his eyes. "You can't escape from me, you know," he says, as his hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, our chests meeting, and our eyes locking. I struggled, “Let go of me,” I said, attempting to break free, but his grip was
His words took my breath away, and I couldn't help but wonder, was he speaking the truth? Could he truly hear my thoughts? "You're joking, right?" I managed a smile as he took a step closer, our chests almost touching. I could hear his heart racing - was it because of me? "Being near you allows me to hear your thoughts, especially that night... the black mask," he explained. Memories of our first meeting flooded back, but I struggled to grasp his intentions. "I heard your mind that night, which led me to you when you needed help. I only wanted to listen to your heart, but I found you unconscious. That's why I want to stay close, to understand and hear your thoughts," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. I took a step back, my head spinning as I gazed at him in disbelief. "Don't be surprised, kitty," he said, ruffling my hair before turning to face Alexandra, who seemed intrigued but unable to decipher our unspoken connection. She gave me a sharp look, her lips pouted,
My gaze wandered around the room, and the only person who caught my eye was Henry. I never expected him to be there, out of everyone. As they bombarded me with questions, I realized for the first time that people cared about me. Besides my family, they genuinely cared. It was a new experience for me to see people showing concern. "I'm okay, but... who are all of you?" I asked, taking them by surprise. I knew my question would throw them off guard. "What do you mean?" Alexandra inquired, and her expression made me burst out laughing. They all let out a relieved sigh. Did they really think I had amnesia? Could a simple stone to the head erase my memory? “Why would you joke like that? Do you know how worried we were?” Liam scolded, lightly slapping my arm. I winced, sitting down on the bed. Alexandra sat beside me, gently rubbing my back. "I'm sorry, this is my fault," she admitted, her face contorted in anger. "I'll deal with him tomorrow, I promise," she vowed through clenched te
Henry’s POV. I climbed into the car, feeling the weight of loneliness settling in. It's strange how being alone usually feels comforting, but today, it's just not the same. The reply she gave me at the hospital hit me hard. I was only trying to understand her feelings, and her response felt like a stab in the back. Today has been dragging on, each moment feeling heavier than the last. I can't help but think I'll regret every single decision I made. From turning her down to pushing myself on her, from walking into the hospital to asking about her, every step feels like a misstep. As I let out a soft breath, the loneliness wraps around me like a heavy blanket. Even my best friend seems to have drifted away to her. I can't shake off the feeling of how hard it's going to be to fall asleep tonight. The memories of the hospital and every scent I endured keep replaying in my mind, making the loneliness even more palpable. I started the car, and my heart skipped a beat when someone opene
"I'm dead serious. I freaking love you!!!" She screamed, causing me to step on the brake and the car to stop moving. With wide eyes, I turned to her, and she smiled wickedly before moving closer, and in that instant, her lips crashed onto mine. **** I couldn't believe what just happened. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with confusion. Xandra, my supposed sister, had just kissed me out of nowhere. It was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying and shocking. I pushed her away, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the heck, Xandra?" I shouted, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and hurt. "You're my sister! What were you thinking?" Xandra's response was not what I expected. Instead of apologizing or explaining herself, she burst into laughter. It was a laugh that sent chills down my spine, a laugh that seemed to come from a dark and twisted place. It echoed through the car, bouncing off the Glass like the cackle of a crazy witch. I couldn't comprehe
Niylah’s POV I couldn't help but feel consumed by thoughts of Henry. The rejection still lingered, and it seemed like the bond between us was unbreakable. Maybe it was just overthinking, or perhaps it was because he was the one who took my virginity. Whatever it was, I knew deep down that it wasn't the mate bond. I had promised myself that I would confront him tomorrow, and take legal action if necessary. And yet, here I was, standing in his house, maybe even inside his room. Who knows? As soon as he closed the door, a surge of determination washed over me. I couldn't believe I was still wearing the gown that had been stained with blood. It was a constant reminder of the pain and vulnerability I had experienced, I quickly took off the cloth and tossed it on the floor. Although it was my first time in his house, I couldn't ignore the familiar path leading to the bathroom. I turned to face it, hoping to find some solace in the running water. But just as I was about to take a step
I eye her going to Xendra's rooms. I don't know why I can't take my eyes off her body. I was surprised when she came out of the room putting on my favorite clothes. I still couldn't help but grin at my idea. I've sworn to myself, I would not glare at her when she's going back to my room. I don't want to induce any disarray. But I don't know why I'm groping desirous, with the thought of her going to Xandra’s room cause I knew she was only going there to ask about Alex. I don't know why he likes Alex cause even without her telling me, I knew she appreciates him which I badly despise. She's my mate and she belongs to me, I know I've rejected her but I still couldn't let go of her, don't know if it's the mate bond or if it was just my desire. My lust for her? I will make sure I find my answer tomorrow. I will go to my dad tomorrow, maybe he held some unfolds words to my mate bond cause I still couldn't understand why I could still feel the mate bond despite rejection or maybe i
It was time for my dad to reveal the secret about my mate when a sudden knock interrupted us. My mum entered the room, curious about our serious expressions. "What's going on? You both look deep in thought," she said, closing the door behind her. "Dad..." "It's nothing," I tried to speak, but my dad's serious tone stopped me. "The Alphas are waiting for you," my mum mentioned, looking intrigued. "I'll be down in a jiffy," he replied, and my mum left the room. "Son," my dad called, turning to me, "what you're feeling is beyond the mate bond. It's more powerful, and if your mate isn't by your side, it's dangerous... We'll talk more later in the evening; I have to go now," he said, patting my shoulder before leaving. I sat on the bed, trying to understand my dad's words. What did he mean by stronger than the mate bond? Is there a hidden story behind this? Looking at my watch, I saw it was almost 10. I quickly got ready; classes started at 10 AM. As I left the room and stepped int
Niylah stood on the grand stage, her fingers poised elegantly above the ivory keys of the majestic piano, her heart pulsating in rhythm with the gentle hum of anticipation that filled the concert hall. The atmosphere was electric—a myriad of emotions swirled around her as the audience filled the seats, awash with admiration and expectation. A soft glow illuminated her from above, casting her in a shimmering light, and she could feel the warmth coursing through her, reassuring her that this moment was hers.Breathless, Niylah smiled as she scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on her parents, their faces glowing with pride, and Nina, her little sister and her lifelong confidant, sitting in the front row, grinning widely. They had journeyed together, navigating the chaotic currents of life, and now they shared in this triumphant moment.After everything that had happened—the rejections, the pain, and the eventual acceptance of her true self—she finally stood here, ready to fulfill her dre
Henry’s POVThe moon hung high above the clearing, a majestic witness to life unfolding beneath its hushed glow. Henry stood at the edge of the gathering, an outsider looking in, gnawing on regrets that clawed at his insides. Guilt twisted in his chest as he witnessed the celebration of unity after the chaos that had once reigned over their lives. His gaze drifted to Niylah, resplendent and fierce, commanding the attention of the pack with her newfound Alpha presence. She had shed her insecurities like a snake shedding skin, and the magnificence of who she was now practically radiated. Memories of their past flashed through his mind, filling him with remorse.He had been such a fool—disregarding her, underestimating her strength, and acting out of selfishness. The recollection of that day haunted him, the burning shame of how he had rejected her publicly, how he had chosen to embrace Ivory instead of nurturing what he could have cherished with Niylah. The memories of their time toge
Liam’s POVThe soft glow of the moon bathed the forest in ethereal light as Liam walked through the clearing. Each step felt lighter than the last, buoyed by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He paused, inhaling the cool night air, feeling its crispness fill his lungs and awaken the very essence of him. The moon goddess had blessed him with a gift he had never anticipated—a mate, Niylah. And with that blessing, he had discovered not just love but a profound truth about himself.As the future Alpha, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders to embody strength and resilience. Yet, despite his natural gifts, there had always been an undercurrent of confusion guiding his path. He had lived under the constant fear of failing those he cared about, the fear of not being the leader they deserved. But with Niylah, everything changed.He thought back to that fateful night when their souls intertwined beneath the moonlit sky. It had been such a vulnerable moment when she had unlea
Niylah stood beneath the pale glow of the moonlight, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The night seemed alive with energy, vibrating in tune with the beating of her own heart. She had always been the Omega—the weakest, the underestimated, the one who bore the brunt of others' expectations and their scorn. Every day had been a battle against the tides of her reality, a struggle to carve a place for herself in a world that thrived on hierarchy and dominance. But tonight, everything was different.Memories flooded her mind as she took a deep breath. She could still remember the whispers that followed her, the laughter laced with cruelty echoing in the corners of her mind. “Niylah the weak, Niylah the expendable,” they'd call her. The other wolves in her pack had found their strength in their Alpha lineage, their fierce dominion solidified by blood and tradition. And then there was her—nobody. Just Niylah. The Omega.Her hands clenched into fists as she recalled th
Liam's POVThe confrontation had spiraled into a tumultuous battle of emotions that left me reeling. As Sophia’s revelation twisted around us, I could scarcely grasp the gravity of what she had confessed. The air crackled with uncertainty, but behind it all was a thread of betrayal that hung heavily in the silence. It ricocheted through each moment, wrapping the three of us in a storm.“She disguised herself as Evelyn,” I thought, the notion too surreal to digest. “Why would she go to such lengths?”Every detail felt like an incomplete piece of a broken puzzle I strained to assemble. This woven narrative hung precariously, every new thread threatening to unravel the ties that bound us together.“You played Evelyn,” I finally managed to voice, disbelief still clinging to my words. It felt surreal, as though I were watching a play unfold rather than witnessing the reality standing before me. “Why would you put yourself in that position? Why hide in plain sight?”“I did it for you!” Soph
Niylah's POVThe cool air was fraught with tension as Sophia revealed her truth, the revelation seeping into my consciousness like a slow poison. I tried to piece together the fragments of my emotions as I stood there, stunned.Sophia had been my confidant, a steadfast ally who had helped me navigate my darkest days. I had relied on her, unknowingly, while she had worn a mask so deceiving it felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted. It left me reeling, the foundation I thought our friendship was built upon cracking beneath the weight of her betrayal.“Evelyn,” I whispered, the name falling from my lips like a ghostly echo. “Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, remorse reflected in her gaze. I had justified my own insecurities through our bond; I had viewed our relationship as a sisterhood, one founded on support. To learn that Sophia had disguised herself as someone else—someone dangerously close to me—felt like a betrayal that ran deeper than mere deception; it threatened the v
Sophia’s POVThe moonlit clearing shimmered, casting elongated shadows that danced across the ground like phantoms from my past. My heart raced as I prepared to share my truth with Niylah and Liam. I could sense the tension that lingered in the air, the unspoken questions and the hazy remnants of doubt. It was time to shed my own skin, to remove the last pieces of the façade I had built to protect those I cared about most.We had all been through a crucible of conflict that had tested our bonds, but now we stood on the brink of revelation. As I gathered my thoughts, my gaze flickered to Niylah, her fierce determination a beacon of strength. I remembered all too vividly the moments when she had needed me most, how I had made it my mission to be her shield against the dark forces that threatened her.Would she understand how deep this deception ran? Would she see that my intentions had been guided by loyalty, even if my methods were misguided?"There's something you both need to know,"
Liam's POVThe night air felt heavy, charged with emotions still pulsating from the earlier confrontation. Sophia’s voice drifted through my consciousness like a haunting melody, testing the strings of loyalty and trust. She stood before Niylah and me, a woman who’d carried the weight of being our beta and yet had slipped in her duty to protect the very foundation she held dear.“But you think you can just... pull the wool over our eyes and pretend it’s for our own good?” The words were out before I had fully processed them. I felt a mix of anger and disbelief at her veiled intentions, but there was an underlying concern—what else lay hidden behind those secrets?“I thought I was doing what was best!” She cried, small and earnest, the vulnerability in her reflection stirring something inside me. “I know I’ve made mistakes; I laid a path of betrayal. But I wanted to shield you two from the turmoil happening outside our borders.”In that moment, I felt the weight of my initial fury shi
Niylah's POVThe wind howled through the trees, carrying the echoes of the fight we had just witnessed. Nothing felt right. As the moon painted the clearing in ethereal light, I could hardly believe the chaos that had descended upon us. Sophia's words swirled in my mind, but the anger within me felt justified. The betrayal was fresh; it still stung like an open wound.Why had she kept us in the dark? It was unfathomable. Trust was the foundation of our pack, and now those foundations seemed to be cracked and crumbling.“Betrayal,” I echoed Sophia’s words. “That’s what it feels like. You were meant to stand by us, to protect us. Instead, you chose to act secretly.”“Could you not see that it was for our safety?” She looked at me imploringly, and I could see the tremor in her hands as she spoke. Maybe I was too harsh; Sophia was our beta, and she wore that responsibility heavily. But that didn’t excuse her silence.“We’re all carrying our own burdens, Sophia,” Liam’s voice was steady, c