Gabriel Woods, the feared Alpha of the Redwood Pack, has spent his entire life enforcing a strict separation between werewolves and humans. To him, humans are a threat to their survival—a belief solidified when his parents were betrayed by humans years ago. But his world is thrown into chaos when Priscilla Hart, a fearless investigative journalist, stumbles into his territory while chasing rumours of a hidden, wolf-like society responsible for the mysterious disappearance of people.
View MoreGABRIEL The air felt heavy as the rogues pushed against the gates. Their howls grew louder, echoing through the night, and sending a chill down my spine. The pack was fighting hard to keep them out, but it was clear the gates wouldn’t hold much longer. I could feel the power of the rogues pressing against the wood, their numbers overwhelming.Then, with a loud crash, the gates gave way, splintering apart as the rogues poured in. I didn’t hesitate. I barked the order to my pack. “Charge.” My pack responded instantly and the battle had begun.I mind-linked the rest of my warriors. Guard every entrance. Do not let a single rogue inside.Without a word, they spread out, fighting to hold their ground. I shifted into my wolf form, claws and teeth ready. I tore into the first rogue that came too close, ripping through it with a growl. The battle around me was chaotic—my pack members fighting fiercely, but the rogues kept coming. There were so many of them.The smell of rotting flesh made i
GABRIEL The tension in the room didn’t dissipate even after the Wolf Committee filed out of the packhouse. The moment the heavy doors shut behind them, a low murmur rippled through the gathered pack members. Eyes darted toward me, filled with curiosity, concern, and—among some—doubt.I ignored them. I had bigger things to deal with.Priscilla was still stiff beside me, her hands curled into fists at her sides. I could feel the anger radiating off her, her chest rising and falling with barely contained frustration. She was holding back, biting her tongue, but I knew it wouldn’t last.“Alpha,” Evelyn said in a low voice, stepping closer. “We need to talk.”I exhaled through my nose and turned to her. “Later.”She hesitated, glancing between Priscilla and me before nodding and retreating a few steps. I knew what she wanted to say. The same thing that was already circling in my mind—Priscilla was a problem. A complication. And if I didn’t figure out how to handle this, the Committee woul
GABRIEL A Luna wasn’t just a title—it was a role that carried with it a thousand expectations. She would be my equal, the heart of the pack, someone I was supposed to trust with everything. Her fate would be tied to mine in ways I couldn’t even fathom, and every alpha knew that was a heavy, almost suffocating burden. It wasn’t just about loyalty or power. It was about sacrifice. For me, for the pack, for her. And if she wasn’t a wolf? That made it even harder. A non-wolf mate, my wolf rumbled, would never truly understand the weight of our world. The politics. The dangers.Priscilla was no ordinary woman. I could feel it, even when she didn’t speak. She was strong, fierce, and stubborn—everything that an alpha would need in a mate. But there was something else in her, something that kept me from reaching out, from claiming her the way I should. Something I wasn’t ready to face.She wasn’t just some human to be moulded into this life. No. She was too… too much. Too wild, too unpred
GABRIEL The moment we boarded the private jet back to Oregon, I took the farthest seat, away from everyone. I needed space. Peace. A moment where I wasn’t being questioned or irritated by a certain woman who never seemed to know when to keep her mouth shut.Priscilla was seated with Evelyn, our pack lawyer, and for once, she was someone else’s problem. I exhaled, leaning back against the leather seat, stretching my legs out as I tried to ease the tension thrumming through my body.But the burning sensation on my wrists wouldn’t let me forget.My eyes dropped to them. The silver cuffs may have been removed, but the damage was done. The raw, reddened skin felt like it was still smouldering, the pain a deep, relentless throb. It pissed me off more than it should have. Damn, humans and their silver restraints. They were supposed to be immune to me, yet here I was, feeling every damn sting.I closed my eyes, willing the ache away. Instead, my mind drifted back to that pathetic excuse of
PRISCILLA "Hands up! Nobody moves!"The wolfman stiffened, his body tense, but his expression remained unreadable. His glowing eyes flicked toward me, then to the officers, assessing the situation in seconds."Step away from him!" an officer shouted, his gun aimed directly at the wolfman.Joel was still on the floor, groaning in pain, his broken arm twisted. The guards he had thrown aside were just starting to sit up, wincing. Outside the office, employees peeked around the corner, whispering and recording on their phones.My heart pounded. I kept my hands on the wolfman’s chest, silently pleading for him not to do anything reckless. His muscles were tight beneath my touch, vibrating with barely restrained anger.“I said, put your hands where we can see them!” The lead officer, a broad-shouldered man with a stern face, took a step forward. His finger hovered over the trigger.The wolfman exhaled slowly. Then, in one smooth motion, he raised his hands.Silence filled the room.“Get on
PRISCILLA A man I didn’t recognize sat at my desk, his back to me, casually flipping through some of my files. My pulse spiked. My fingers twitched at my sides, but I forced myself to remain calm.The wolfman stepped up behind me, his presence an anchor that only made my stomach tighten further. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, waiting to see how I would react.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice steady but firm. “You’re in my seat.”The man slowly turned around, and the moment our eyes met, my stomach dropped. He wasn’t just some random person. I recognized him. Samuel. The investigative journalist known for digging into the darkest secrets and exposing them for the world to see. I had admired his work from afar, but never in a million years did I expect him to be sitting at my desk.His sharp gaze swept over me before flicking to the wolfman standing beside me. A slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his lips. “Priscil
PRISCILLA The moment Davina's scream echoed through the apartment, everything seemed to stop. My breath hitched, my pulse hammering like a war drum in my chest. The wolfman didn’t flinch. He just stood there, his massive frame blocking the only exit, his piercing eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn.Davina gripped my arm so tight it hurt, her nails digging into my skin. "Priscilla," she whispered harshly, "he—he’s looking at us like we’re his next meal."I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. "Davina shut up," I muttered through clenched teeth, trying not to provoke him. But I couldn’t look away from him. There was something different about him now—an unreadable expression, something dangerous lingering beneath the surface.He took a slow step forward.Davina yanked me back instinctively. "Oh, hell no! If you take another step, I will throw Priscilla at you and run for my life!" she blurted out.I snapped my head toward her. "What?!”His deep, ser
PRISCILLA I gasped, my fingers digging into his arms as he held me firmly against the wall. My legs dangled slightly off the floor, my body trapped between him and the unforgiving surface behind me. My pulse pounded in my ears, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts."Let. Me. Go." My voice was sharp, laced with anger, but I hated that a small part of me was also breathless for an entirely different reason.He smirked, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Not until you understand something. You cannot run away from me? I glared at him, shoving at his chest. "Oh really? And what happens when I call the cops? Because news flash, Mr. Alpha, we're not in your little Oregon territory anymore. This is my city. My home. And here, you don’t make the rules."His smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. "Call them," he challenged, pressing closer. "But let me warn you—by the time they get here, you’ll be begging me to stay."A shiver ran down my spine, but I masked it with a sc
PRISCILLA I gripped the steering wheel, my fingers tightening around the worn leather as I exhaled slowly. The rental car smelled like cheap air freshener and plastic, but I didn’t care. It was mine—at least for now—and that meant freedom.The wolf guy had refused to let me take anything except my identity card. No phone. Not even my camera. Just me, my ID, and the clothes on my back. But none of that mattered. I could always buy a new phone. A new camera. As long as I was heading back to New York, I was free.A small, victorious smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the open road ahead. Soon, I’d be away from him. Away from his suffocating presence, his piercing gaze. I would disappear into the crowds of the city, vanish in the sea of yellow taxis and bright billboards, and he would never find me again.The drive to Portland Airport felt longer than it should have, each mile stretching painfully with the weight of silence. He sat beside me, completely at ease, his long fingers drum
PRISCILLA'S POVI’ve always been afraid of flying.It’s an irrational fear, I know. Statistics say I’m more likely to die in a car crash than in a plane falling out of the sky, but tell that to my palms currently slick with sweat. The cabin’s thin air doesn’t help; every breath feels shallow, too light, like it’s not enough to keep me grounded. I grip the armrests a little tighter, ignoring the irritated glance from the man sitting beside me.“Sorry,” I mumbled.He doesn’t reply, which is fine. I’m not in the mood to chat anyway. I’m too busy trying to keep my anxiety under control—and not just about the plane.New York to Oregon. That’s a big leap for someone who’s spent her entire life surrounded by the steel and hum of the city. I’m leaving behind my overpriced studio apartment, the loud streets, the aroma of fresh bagels on every corner—all for an obscure forest town no one’s ever heard of.Shadow Pine. Sounds like the title of a cheap horror flick, right? But for the last few mo...
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