Natasha's eyes froze on the gaze of the letter; her hands shook, her head spinning in all directions. She thought she was over him, over it all, but apparently, she was wrong. The mere letters of his name sent shivers through her veins."So, are you going to open the letter or what?" her grandfather asked."Excuse me," she replied, rising to her feet and running up the stairs."I was right, I knew it was William Brat. Just till I get my hands on him, I will make him regret the day he was coroneted as Alpha.""Don’t you dare!!" she yelled back, hopping up the stairs.As soon as Natasha got into her room, she slammed the door so hard, bolted it behind her, threw the enveloped letter across her bed, and began pacing her room. Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once.It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House o
In the distant and secluded land of Hayden, where werewolves roam and legends come to life, the day every eligible Werewolf had been awaiting had finally arrived: the day of the Mating Ceremony.Natasha sprang up from her bed, a gleeful smile on her face. She hurriedly opened the window curtains, allowing the sunlight to enter the room. "Today is the day I find my mate," she said, looking out the window into the morning atmosphere.To be completely honest with herself, this wasn't the first, nor the second time she had said the same thing. She had done so on this very day every single year for the past three years. Ever since she turned eighteen, the age every Werewolf in Hayden was supposed to meet their mate, Natasha had dreaded every other day but spent every waking second looking forward to this one—the day of the mating ceremony.Natasha was a wolf-less and mate-less half-breed. Before her, nobody thought such a disgraceful description of a person could exist: a twenty-one-year-o
That night, Natasha was found at the mating ceremony ball with but one mission: to find her mate. And this time, it was not just because she wanted to; now it was because she needed to. Only then could she protect herself from being Alpha Jerome’s contract mate.As the night progressed, Natasha was no closer to finding her mate. She searched the entire mating ceremony ground; everywhere she turned, people were smiling and laughing in pairs. But all she saw were eyes that looked down and mocked her, telling her to stop wasting her time. They didn’t use their words, but their gazes of mockery and disgust spoke volumes, asking how desperate she looked and how she could ever find a mate when she was wolf-less. This was considering the widely known theory that states that the wolf inside of you connects you to your destined mate. However, how could she achieve such a connection when she was wolf-less?Natasha took a break from her search. She stood alone in the corner of the ballroom, pour
IJerome let out a wicked smile as he watched Natasha’s eyes well up. "Someone, save me…"Natasha cried in her thoughts. Her mouth was covered too well, so no sound could escape from her lips. His grip on her was too strong. There was nothing she could do. Her fate had been decided; she was about to be raped by the man she was going to be a contract mate to.Natasha mustered up all her strength into words as she mumbled loud enough for Jerome to understand that she wanted to tell him something. Jerome let go of her, certain that she was about to offer herself willingly to him. “What was that you said?” Jerome said with a sinister smile.“Let go of me, you bastard!!” Natasha yelled out and spat on his face. She still had more fights in her than she thought. “How dare you!” Jerome said. “You will pay for that, you vile thing.”“I believe she asked you to let go of her,” a voice said from a distance. Jerome paused, and both of their attention turned to where the voice came from. Standing
At long last, it was time for the roll call of everyone who had found their mate that night. Alice stood by William, her hands in his, awaiting their names to be called. The entire ballroom was quiet as names were called in pairs, continuously… until the last name, which was saved for last, as designed.“And our final and most unexpected pair of the night,” the announcer said, and took another look at the card he had in his hand to be sure he read the names. “Alpha William Sinclair of the Twilight Pack and Natasha, of the House of Thorne.”At that moment, William let go of Alice and walked to where Natasha stood, already waiting for him. William and Natasha walked hand in hand. Natasha's face grew a blushing red. Every eye turned to them as they walked elegantly to the front of the ceremony.The entire ball was thrown into utter confusion, as everyone was expecting the power mate to be William and Alice, daughter of the Grand Alpha, not the Reject of society, a wolf-less half-breed.A
In William's absence, Natasha remained the center of attention in the room. All eyes were on her, some filled with contempt, others with jealousy, and only a handful with admiration. "Natasha!" Alpha Jerome yelled as he approached her from behind. Natasha turned around, her tone polite. "Alpha Jerome." "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, anger evident in his voice. "Alpha Jerome, I'm afraid I don't know what matter you speak of," Natasha replied innocently. "Don't you dare play pretend with me, you little..." "That's enough," William interrupted before Alpha Jerome could finish his sentence. Natasha's face lit up with relief; her savior had returned, shielding her from the wrath of Alpha Jerome. "You!" Alpha Jerome pointed his finger at William. "You shall pay dearly for your insolence, you..." "I advise you to choose your next words wisely, for the sake of your pack at least," William interjected, his voice calm as he flexed his fist gracefully. Taken aback by Willia
Fifteen days had passed since the mating ceremony, and Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment that had settled over her. She had entered into a deal with William to pretend to be each other's mates, but he hadn't visited her once. Her life within the walls of the Sinclair Mansion had become a never-ending cycle of boredom and isolation. Her so-called honeymoon had turned into a prison of her own making, and William's conspicuous absence only exacerbated her frustration.As Natasha sat alone in her room, thoughts swirled in her mind, and her feelings towards William had transformed from admiration to resentment. She couldn't help but recall her mother's stories about the legendary Lycan King Lycaon, a figure she had come to revere. Perhaps her mother's unwavering belief in Lycaon's legend had driven her to accept William's offer without hesitation or in-depth knowledge. Now, the belief that William was the reincarnation of the Lycan King only fueled her frustration.Her thou
"My king...my king...rise, my king." William struggled to open his eyes; his vision was blurry, and his senses were in disarray."Where am I?" he asked the fully-kitted Werewolf soldier above him."We are on the battlefield, my king," the soldier replied.William was confused as to why the soldier kept referring to him as a king, but he had more pressing questions. "Battlefield? Why? Who are we fighting against?" he asked, his confusion evident."Are you sure you are okay, my king? You, of all people, should know the answer to that question," the soldier remarked, concerned.The atmosphere around William still felt surreal, but he started to grasp his current reality. "Of course," he said, realizing that the werewolves could only be at war with one race—the vampires.With this realization, William rose to his feet, grabbed his sword, and let out a loud battle cry. He fought through the enemy lines like a raging thunderstorm, destroying everything in his path. William was no longer in
Natasha's eyes froze on the gaze of the letter; her hands shook, her head spinning in all directions. She thought she was over him, over it all, but apparently, she was wrong. The mere letters of his name sent shivers through her veins."So, are you going to open the letter or what?" her grandfather asked."Excuse me," she replied, rising to her feet and running up the stairs."I was right, I knew it was William Brat. Just till I get my hands on him, I will make him regret the day he was coroneted as Alpha.""Don’t you dare!!" she yelled back, hopping up the stairs.As soon as Natasha got into her room, she slammed the door so hard, bolted it behind her, threw the enveloped letter across her bed, and began pacing her room. Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once.It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House o
As Natasha slowly opened her eyes, the bright sunlight streamed through the window, causing a stabbing sensation in her head. Trying to gather her thoughts, she felt a throbbing headache that sent waves of pain pulsating through her forehead.Struggling to sit up, Natasha scanned the room and recognized that she was in her room. For some reason, she thought she would be at the Sinclair Mansion. For the past couple of weeks, Natasha locked herself in her room, crying day and night, asking herself the same question over and over again: ‘why does it hurt so much?’But today she felt better, she felt like she was almost ready to move on, but deep down she knew she was very far from it. At least she was ready to leave the room.Slowly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. The room spun for a moment as she tried to regain her balance. Lying down on the bed, doing nothing but eating, thinking, and sobbing would have done a number on her. With a deep
William burst the door open sprinted down the stairs, and shifted to his wolf form mid-away in the air. He headed straight to the Sinclair Mansion. The look on her face, haunted him as he rode on. He had to explain it to her, even if it meant telling her everything, she deserved to know.….Natasha arrived home, tears staining her cheeks. Entering the living room, she found her grandfather and the last person she wanted to see: Sir Fredrick.“Natasha!” Algernon exclaimed. “Give me a nameNatasha remained silent and said nothing, even though William had hurt her, he didn’t deserve to die, and that was definitely what was going to happen if Algernon knew she cried because of him… her grandfather was ruthless like that when it came to her.Her gaze roamed across the room until they landed on Fredrick. Instantly she felt a rush of emotion she couldn’t best describe. Was humiliated by the fact that he was right, or was she upset by the fact he was? They might seem the same, but they weren’
Natasha slowly blinked open her eyes, greeted by the piercing sunlight flooding through the window. It felt like tiny daggers attacking her head. As she tried to gather her thoughts, a throbbing headache sent waves of pain pulsing through her forehead. Fragments of the previous night flashed through her mind in a chaotic slideshow. Laughter, music, clinking glasses – a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and blurry images from a crowded ball. It all came back to her. After their time in Hayden's Garden, Natasha and William returned to the closing ball. Most of the dignitaries had left, and just as they were about to depart, another alpha invited them to an "After-Party." It turned out to be a wild event, filled with drinks and dancing. Despite William's initial reluctance, Natasha convinced him to join in, urging them both to seize the moment. They partied carefree, unaware of the consequences that awaited them. Would she have made the same choice, knowing what would happen? Definitely. "W
After a wild night, Natasha had taken one too much liquor than she could handle, and she was passed out drunk. William then carried her to the Twilight Pack Mansion. He took her to his room and placed her on his bed. William couldn’t deny how aroused he was, looking at her body lying on his bed, he suddenly had a fraction of understanding of what was going through Alpha Jerome’s head when he tried to rape her, but he was no monster, he wouldn’t dare to commit such unspeakable action. Instead, he sat across the room, watching over her, admiring her raw and untainted beauty. He too was exhausted, and soon fell into a deep slumber. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. William woke up. He looked out through the window, the day was bright. “Come back later!!” he commanded. “That half-breed bitch is in there with you ins t she!!” The voice of the speaker, jolted him fully awake. It was Alice. The knock repeated again. William sprinted to the door, to prevent her from waking still
Natasha and William quickly separated, shifting their focus to the person who interrupted their kiss. It was an elderly stranger. While Natasha saw him merely as an old man, William recognized him instantly. He stood at a distance, illuminated by the ballroom's dim light. It was the only Lycan who commanded more respect than Natasha's grandfather, Lord Leonidas, Head of the Alpha Council, The Grand Alpha. William's voice wavered as he tried to regain composure. "Lord Leonidas, what brings you here at such an inconvenient moment?" he said, coyly, with a slight bow of his head. "Save the pleasantries and tell me this instant, where is my daughter?" Lord Leonidas demanded. "My lord, Lisa is anywhere but here," William replied, still flustered. "I can see that for myself. What I want to know is why you failed to attend the ball with her, as we had arranged," he said, approaching until he was at arm's length. "I wouldn't say 'failed,' my lord," William replied, composed. "You see, your
As the grand doors swung open, William and Natasha walked through hand in hand. The sounds of live music and animated conversation swept through the elegant ballroom, filling the air with an enchanting symphony. The ballroom was adorned with glistening chandeliers, cascading golden drapes, and ornate decorations that added a touch of opulence to the scene. Dressed in a beautiful gown that shimmered with every step, Natasha exuded elegance and confidence. Her gown, which belonged to her mother, held sentimental value. It was a mesmerizing blend of rich emerald green and delicate lace, draped beautifully over her form, accentuating her every movement. The intricately designed bodice hugged her slender figure, while the flowing skirt cascaded around her feet in a cascade of luxurious fabric that matched so well with her bracelet. She was a vision of beauty. "Alpha William," an elderly gentleman approached them. "Alpha," William responded with a slight bow. "Come on, nonsense. How many
William sat in his study, surrounded by shelves filled with books. He meticulously reviewed the pack's affairs, demonstrating that Lycans were far from mere savagery, contrary to popular belief. As he engrossed himself in his work, a soft knock interrupted his concentration. "Come in," William instructed without lifting his eyes from the documents spread across his desk. Alice, a member of his pack, entered the room. Her presence brought a hint of anticipation to the air. William glanced up briefly before refocusing on his task. "You sent for me," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "Yes, indeed. I wanted to inform you that I will be attending the Founder's Ball later tonight," William replied, his words laced with a touch of formality. Alice's face lit up with excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful! I shall start preparing and selecting the perfect dress for the occasion," she exclaimed eagerly. William's response, however, was unexpected. "That won't be necessary," he said, h
-- "William, I'm here to see Lady Natasha, under orders from the Grand Alpha," Fredrick announced, catching both William and Natasha off guard. "Wait, what?!" William and Natasha exclaimed simultaneously. "Indeed, but only if you could spare me a moment of your time," Fredrick said politely. Natasha stood stunned, rendered speechless. His manner was gentlemanly, making it hard for her to refuse. Yet, she instinctively glanced at William, seeking some form of approval from him. "Sure, why not," William nonchalantly responded before leaving them alone. Left alone, the two of them felt like complete strangers, though one seemed more at ease than the other. "Well, this is quite the surprise," Natasha chuckled nervously. Despite her grandfather's influence, it was unfathomable that the Grand Alpha, the most powerful figure in Hayden, took notice of her existence enough to send a high-ranking soldier to see her. "Yeah, I suppose it is," Fredrick chuckled back. “So how are you” Taken