GABRIEL 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
PRISCILLA My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, each step I took making it worse. I could still taste him. Still feel him. What the hell was I thinking? I growled low under my breath, the sound nearly shocking me. I kissed him. I actually kissed him.“Stupid… so stupid,” I muttered, curling my fists at my sides as I tried to shake the memory away. But no matter how many turns we took, it stayed. Etched in my skin. Burned in my mind. That smirk... that scent... I nearly groaned again.How could I let my guard down like that? Especially with him. Another turn, then another. My mind spiralled so deep I didn’t even realize Evelyn had stopped until I nearly crashed right into her. "Shit!" I gasped, stumbling back as Evelyn turned with an arched brow. "Careful," she muttered. "You keep walking like that, you’ll break your neck before you even meet your friend." I forced a shaky breath, managing the barest smile. "Sorry... just... lost in my head." "Yeah, I can tell." Evel
PRISCILLA A sudden laugh burst out of Davina, catching me off guard.I blinked and sat upright, narrowing my eyes at her. "What the hell is so funny?"Davina wiped at her eyes, grinning. "It’s ridiculous, Pris... I might never see my family again... or my boyfriend, shit..." She shook her head, letting out another small laugh. "But I just can’t stop thinking about your asshole boss. I mean — Joel, crying like a baby with a broken arm... that image is stuck in my head, and it’s weirdly satisfying."She turned to me fully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You must’ve felt good... watching that happen, huh?"That pulled a laugh from me too — a real one — loud and unfiltered. I leaned back on my hands, shaking my head. "God... it was," I admitted, grinning. "It was satisfying as hell, but... I couldn’t even enjoy it, Davina. Right there in that moment... I was too shocked. Scared, honestly."Davina snorted. "When are you ever scared of anything, Priscilla?"I smiled, letting out a shaky
PRISCILLA My heart thudded so loud in my chest I swore everyone could hear it. My eyes darted around, searching for Davina — needing to see her, to make sure she was okay. But all I saw were strangers, their faces expectant... curious... some even excited. The wolfman — *him* — still held me, his grip firm yet careful, like he knew I might bolt if he let go. Then a man stepped forward from the crowd, draped in a deep red robe. His face was stern, voice carrying over the dead silence. “Alpha Gabriel of the Redwood Pack,” he bellowed, “you have summoned us to bear witness to the marking of your Luna — your equal, your queen. Do you come forth willingly?” Gabriel. *So that’s his name...* I stiffened, my head snapping toward him. *Luna?* Gabriel’s voice came out steady, strong. “I do.” I shook my head frantically. *No. No, this isn’t happening.* The robed man turned his cold gaze on me. “And you... human... Do you come forth willingly? To accept his mark, to rule beside h
PRISCILLA The girl led me inside, her steps light and practised, as if she had walked these halls her entire life. My thoughts spun in a whirlwind, but one question managed to break through the chaos. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. She turned her head slightly, her expression remaining neutral. “Lilian, my lady.” I grimaced at the title but let it slide. Now wasn’t the time. We moved through the house, and soon I recognized the path—my chest tightening the closer we got. It was the same hallway, the same turns, the same door. I stopped, narrowing my eyes at Lilian. “Why are we here?” I demanded. “I asked to see my friend, the one who was taken.” Lilian gave me a confused look. “Your friend is in this room, Luna.” I frowned, my gut twisting with doubt. Without another word, I pushed past her and entered. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. My breath hitched. Davina was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the thick sheets,
GABRIEL She was beneath me now. Trapped. Caged. ‘Mine.’Her scent curled around me like a drug—sweet, intoxicating, maddening. It was more than just her presence; it was the bond. It was the pull of something far deeper, far more primal than words could ever define. Her anger was a storm, crackling in the air between us, but underneath it—I felt it. The bond was working its way into her just as much as it had taken root in me. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her heartbeat thrumming erratically against my heightened senses. The way her breath hitched, the slight tremor in her fingers as she clenched the sheets beneath her—she was fighting it, fighting ‘me,’ but she ‘felt’ it. I could hear it in the silence between us. I could smell it in the air. The need. The pull. She was mine. I could do anything I wanted with her body. And yet— I could
GABRIEL I stared at Aurora, her breath ragged, her fists clenched by her sides.“I discovered what she is,” she repeated, quieter now, but it rang louder than any scream in my ears.My heart thudded in my chest like a war drum. The room suddenly felt colder—thicker—as if the very air had stilled to listen.I rose slowly from the chair behind my desk, camera forgotten in my hand, the rogue’s eerie half-smile still frozen on the screen. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, and rough with tension. Aurora nodded once. “Not just sure. I’ve confirmed it. I had to dig into ancient spellbooks, the forbidden tomes that haven’t seen light since before even your grandfather ruled. But it all lines up.”She crossed the room, pulling a folded parchment from inside her jacket. Old. Yellowed with age. The writing on it wasn’t even in English—it was some forgotten, curving script that shimmered faintly when the candlelight hit it. I didn’t speak. Just stared. “You know how I’ve always said
PRISCILLA I hummed to myself as I stood in his stupidly oversized closet, fingers trailing over a row of neatly folded shirts that all smelled like him. Of course, they did. Arrogant Alpha and his possessive scent marking every damn thing he owned. I turned to where he’d left me, scoffing under my breath. “What the hell is wrong with him?” I muttered. I wasn’t asking for much. Pyjamas. A pair of clean, non-alpha-scented pyjamas. But no—Mr. Growly-Luna-Is-Mine just had to make everything difficult. With a frustrated sigh, I stomped back into the room and sat on the edge of the massive bed. I glared at the closet door for a moment longer, then flopped backwards on the mattress, arms sprawled out. “Nope. Not wearing his clothes,” I muttered to myself. “I’ll sleep in this damn dress if I have to.” Which I did. It was mildly itchy. Tight in all the wrong places. And uncomfortable as hell. But I’d rather suffer than give him the satisfaction. I turned over, burying my face in
PRISCILLA Aurora held my gaze for a moment longer, her eyes strangely calm, like she could see more than what was in front of her. Then she nodded once, as if satisfied.“You may feel tired,” she said. “The spell taps into your aura—shifts it, masks it. Give your body time to adjust.”I gave a slight nod, rubbing my arms as if trying to ease the weight that still clung to me. “I’ll be fine.”Gabriel stepped closer. “If anything feels off, you tell me. Immediately.”His voice was firm—commanding—but it didn’t irritate me like before. Maybe because, for once, I could sense it wasn’t about control. It was protection. And I didn’t have the energy to fight that.Aurora stood, brushing ash from her palms. “You should rest. The spell’s strongest within the first few hours. I’ll reinforce it tomorrow if needed.”Gabriel gave her a nod of thanks before placing a hand lightly on my back, guiding me toward the door. I let him. Just this once. But then I stopped at the door and turned back towar
PRISCILLA I stood frozen, my back pressed lightly against the door, breath shallow.How did he know my full name?My fingers fumbled behind me for the doorknob, just in case I needed to bolt. But the man didn’t move. He just stood there, arms calmly at his sides, as if appearing out of nowhere was the most natural thing in the world.“Who… are you?” I finally managed, my voice quiet and shaky.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes—pale and stormy—seeming to search beneath my skin like he was looking for something only he could see.Before I could speak again, the door behind me creaked open, then pushed in with force.“Who are you talking to?” Gabriel’s deep voice cut through the tense air, sharp and demanding.I spun around instinctively, my gaze locking on his bare chest—muscles sculpted like they’d been carved out of stone, glistening faintly from the steam still clinging to his skin.My throat dried. I swallowed hard.And then my heart thudde
PRISCILLA I hummed to myself as I stood in his stupidly oversized closet, fingers trailing over a row of neatly folded shirts that all smelled like him. Of course, they did. Arrogant Alpha and his possessive scent marking every damn thing he owned. I turned to where he’d left me, scoffing under my breath. “What the hell is wrong with him?” I muttered. I wasn’t asking for much. Pyjamas. A pair of clean, non-alpha-scented pyjamas. But no—Mr. Growly-Luna-Is-Mine just had to make everything difficult. With a frustrated sigh, I stomped back into the room and sat on the edge of the massive bed. I glared at the closet door for a moment longer, then flopped backwards on the mattress, arms sprawled out. “Nope. Not wearing his clothes,” I muttered to myself. “I’ll sleep in this damn dress if I have to.” Which I did. It was mildly itchy. Tight in all the wrong places. And uncomfortable as hell. But I’d rather suffer than give him the satisfaction. I turned over, burying my face in
GABRIEL I stared at Aurora, her breath ragged, her fists clenched by her sides.“I discovered what she is,” she repeated, quieter now, but it rang louder than any scream in my ears.My heart thudded in my chest like a war drum. The room suddenly felt colder—thicker—as if the very air had stilled to listen.I rose slowly from the chair behind my desk, camera forgotten in my hand, the rogue’s eerie half-smile still frozen on the screen. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, and rough with tension. Aurora nodded once. “Not just sure. I’ve confirmed it. I had to dig into ancient spellbooks, the forbidden tomes that haven’t seen light since before even your grandfather ruled. But it all lines up.”She crossed the room, pulling a folded parchment from inside her jacket. Old. Yellowed with age. The writing on it wasn’t even in English—it was some forgotten, curving script that shimmered faintly when the candlelight hit it. I didn’t speak. Just stared. “You know how I’ve always said
GABRIEL She was beneath me now. Trapped. Caged. ‘Mine.’Her scent curled around me like a drug—sweet, intoxicating, maddening. It was more than just her presence; it was the bond. It was the pull of something far deeper, far more primal than words could ever define. Her anger was a storm, crackling in the air between us, but underneath it—I felt it. The bond was working its way into her just as much as it had taken root in me. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her heartbeat thrumming erratically against my heightened senses. The way her breath hitched, the slight tremor in her fingers as she clenched the sheets beneath her—she was fighting it, fighting ‘me,’ but she ‘felt’ it. I could hear it in the silence between us. I could smell it in the air. The need. The pull. She was mine. I could do anything I wanted with her body. And yet— I could
PRISCILLA The girl led me inside, her steps light and practised, as if she had walked these halls her entire life. My thoughts spun in a whirlwind, but one question managed to break through the chaos. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. She turned her head slightly, her expression remaining neutral. “Lilian, my lady.” I grimaced at the title but let it slide. Now wasn’t the time. We moved through the house, and soon I recognized the path—my chest tightening the closer we got. It was the same hallway, the same turns, the same door. I stopped, narrowing my eyes at Lilian. “Why are we here?” I demanded. “I asked to see my friend, the one who was taken.” Lilian gave me a confused look. “Your friend is in this room, Luna.” I frowned, my gut twisting with doubt. Without another word, I pushed past her and entered. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. My breath hitched. Davina was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the thick sheets,
PRISCILLA My heart thudded so loud in my chest I swore everyone could hear it. My eyes darted around, searching for Davina — needing to see her, to make sure she was okay. But all I saw were strangers, their faces expectant... curious... some even excited. The wolfman — *him* — still held me, his grip firm yet careful, like he knew I might bolt if he let go. Then a man stepped forward from the crowd, draped in a deep red robe. His face was stern, voice carrying over the dead silence. “Alpha Gabriel of the Redwood Pack,” he bellowed, “you have summoned us to bear witness to the marking of your Luna — your equal, your queen. Do you come forth willingly?” Gabriel. *So that’s his name...* I stiffened, my head snapping toward him. *Luna?* Gabriel’s voice came out steady, strong. “I do.” I shook my head frantically. *No. No, this isn’t happening.* The robed man turned his cold gaze on me. “And you... human... Do you come forth willingly? To accept his mark, to rule beside h
PRISCILLA A sudden laugh burst out of Davina, catching me off guard.I blinked and sat upright, narrowing my eyes at her. "What the hell is so funny?"Davina wiped at her eyes, grinning. "It’s ridiculous, Pris... I might never see my family again... or my boyfriend, shit..." She shook her head, letting out another small laugh. "But I just can’t stop thinking about your asshole boss. I mean — Joel, crying like a baby with a broken arm... that image is stuck in my head, and it’s weirdly satisfying."She turned to me fully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You must’ve felt good... watching that happen, huh?"That pulled a laugh from me too — a real one — loud and unfiltered. I leaned back on my hands, shaking my head. "God... it was," I admitted, grinning. "It was satisfying as hell, but... I couldn’t even enjoy it, Davina. Right there in that moment... I was too shocked. Scared, honestly."Davina snorted. "When are you ever scared of anything, Priscilla?"I smiled, letting out a shaky
PRISCILLA My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, each step I took making it worse. I could still taste him. Still feel him. What the hell was I thinking? I growled low under my breath, the sound nearly shocking me. I kissed him. I actually kissed him.“Stupid… so stupid,” I muttered, curling my fists at my sides as I tried to shake the memory away. But no matter how many turns we took, it stayed. Etched in my skin. Burned in my mind. That smirk... that scent... I nearly groaned again.How could I let my guard down like that? Especially with him. Another turn, then another. My mind spiralled so deep I didn’t even realize Evelyn had stopped until I nearly crashed right into her. "Shit!" I gasped, stumbling back as Evelyn turned with an arched brow. "Careful," she muttered. "You keep walking like that, you’ll break your neck before you even meet your friend." I forced a shaky breath, managing the barest smile. "Sorry... just... lost in my head." "Yeah, I can tell." Evel