Finn“Are you sure you don’t want to know anything about her?” His voice trailed after me as I walked back into the pack house. I didn’t answer.“Alpha,” I heard his voice in my head. What kind of nagging wolf was David? Why couldn’t he just let me be? With my alpha speed, I rushed to my office.‘I think we need to listen to him,’ my wolf said.‘Storm, are you thinking of living happily with her when you know her father was the one who destroyed our once-happy home?’ I yelled. ‘Tell me.’ My anger was evident as I trembled. ‘You’re right, I should have killed her to save myself from this stress.’‘Finn, I didn’t mean it.’‘You know how hard we worked to rebuild everything from nothing. The endless training, hiding from everyone’s eyes just to get where we are today. I refuse to show weakness now.’ I clenched my fists. ‘Yes, I still feel something for her, but how could I make her my Luna? How could I face her every day, looking into eyes that remind me of the murderer who slaughtered m
FinnMonths passed by quickly. I buried myself in pack work, desperately trying to keep my thoughts from wandering to her.Today had been particularly exhausting. After working through the night, I was reviewing documents when my Beta approached my desk.“Alpha,” he said quietly.“Do you need something?” I looked up from the stack of papers.“I need to step out for a moment,” he replied. “I’ll be back soon.”“Make it fast. We still have a lot to get through.”“Yes, sir.” After he left, I returned to my work, the mountain of paperwork seeming endless.‘Time to bring in the third in command,’ I thought to myself, rubbing my temples.I was still working when Daniel burst into my office. I stood immediately, my wolf on high alert.“What is wrong?” I asked with a growl.“Alpha, there’s something you need to know.”“Are we under attack?”“No, not that.” Daniel hesitated. “It’s about your mate.”My eyebrows drew together in anger. I had explicitly warned him never to mention her again.“What
FinnThe reports landed on my desk with a dull thud, another stack of dead ends in my endless search. Five years of following every lead, every whisper, every trace of her scent – and still nothing. I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the familiar ache of failure, when quick footsteps approached my office.A sharp knock, then one of my trackers burst in, his eyes bright with urgency. "Alpha, I have information about the Luna."My pen clattered to the desk as I shot to my feet, heart hammering against my ribs. "Where?""In the human realm," he replied, and suddenly everything made sense – why our best trackers had failed, why her scent had vanished so completely.“What! Are you sure?”"Yes, sir. Got that information directly from John.""Where can I find him?""He's waiting at the human portal entrance."“Thank you.”I was halfway to the door when my Beta's voice cut through the corridor. "Alpha, where are you going?""To the human realm," I called back, not breaking stride. "They'
ScarlettMy hands shook as I locked Sweet Escape’s door, the key scraping against the lock three times before I finally managed to turn it. Finn’s scent still lingered in the air – pine and smoke and everything I’d tried so hard to forget. Ray whimpered inside me, already mourning his departure all over again.The street lights cast long shadows as I hurried away from the café, my heels clicking against the pavement in an uneven rhythm. Every shadow made me flinch, every rustle of leaves had me looking over my shoulder. After five years of careful anonymity, I felt exposed, raw, as if Finn’s appearance had stripped away all my carefully constructed defenses.“Scarlett!”I nearly jumped out of my skin before recognizing Alisha’s voice. She jogged toward me, her usual smile fading as she caught sight of my face. “I was just coming to meet you. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“In a way, I have.” My voice sounded strange even to my own ears - hollow, distant. “We need to
ScarlettAutumn faded into winter, and Sweet Escape continued to flourish despite my lingering fears. Each morning, I’d pause before unlocking the café doors, half-expecting to see Finn’s silhouette through the glass, but he kept his word. He didn’t return.Life returned to its usual routine – the hustle of morning commuters in need of their coffee, the calm of afternoon regulars working on their laptops, and the contentment of tallying up the day’s profits.Sometimes, I could almost convince myself that his visit had been nothing more than a dream, if not for the way Ray still stirred restlessly on quiet evenings, searching for a scent that was no longer there.“You know,” Alisha said one morning as we prepped for opening, her hands expertly weaving through the morning pastry routine we’d perfected over the years, “I was worried you’d want to run again after he showed up. But staying? That was the right call.”“Running once was survival. Staying is something else entirely.”“Somethin
Scarlett“Alpha Dickson isn’t someone who gives up easily,” Alisha said, her fingers nervously tapping against her coffee mug.I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “What exactly are you trying to say?”“The letter, Scarlett.” Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “You know what he’s capable of.”“So what would you have me do?” Heat crept into my voice. “Crawl back to that hell? Let him treat me like his property again?”“God, no!” Alisha’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just worried he might track you down here.”I straightened my shoulders, feeling the new strength that coursed through my veins. “Let him try. I’m not the same weak wolf he knew. Peter’s training has made sure of that.” The letter from Dickson still burned in my memory, though I couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to have it delivered. One thing was certain – I’d rather die than return to his pack, to the nightmare I’d escaped.“My life belongs to me now,” I declared. “No one else gets to de
ScarlettMy blood turned to ice in my veins. Dickson’s grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper that carried more menace than any shout. “That you could just walk away from what’s mine?”I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was like iron. “I’m not yours,” I spat, summoning every ounce of contempt I could muster. “I was never yours.”His laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth. “Look at you, playing human in this pathetic little town. Running a coffee shop, training with that broken excuse for a warrior.” His eyes glinted dangerously. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about him?”My heart skipped a beat. Peter. How long had Dickson been watching me?“You’ve been busy, Luna,” he continued, stepping closer until I could feel his breath on my face. “Making friends, building a life, pretending you’re free.” His free hand came up to brush my cheek, and I jerked aw
ScarlettI tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, weighted down. Memories crashed over me in waves – Dickson, the confrontation, Alisha, the sudden attack from behind. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, a caged animal sensing danger.“She’s waking up,” a voice muttered nearby. Not Dickson’s. Not Alisha’s.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light. I was in a room – no, a cell. White walls. A single metal door. No windows. The kind of place designed to hold someone against their will.My training with Peter kicked in. Stay calm. Assess. Survive.I looked around and finally located the source of the voice. A woman stood in the corner, staring at me with something that looked like pity.“Who are you?” My voice came out weak, unfamiliar. Something was wrong – I was never this powerless. My head throbbed with each heartbeat.“You don’t need to know who I am,” she replied softly. “Luna.”“Luna.” The name rolled off my tongue like poison – that cursed title. “I’
Nina.Rage boiled through my veins at his statement. I was his? Like hell! My emotions took control, and before I could think, I lunged forward and slammed my fist into his face. He staggered backward, shock flashing across his features. I stood frozen, heart thundering in my chest, each breath coming in short gasps as heat crept up my neck and burned across my cheeks.“How could you, bastard? I am your mate!” I yelled.“My mate?” The word dripped with contempt as he rubbed his reddening cheek. “Do I look like someone desperate enough to claim you?”Something shattered inside my chest like splintering glass. The pain ripped through me, white-hot and searing, his rejection striking deeper than any physical disaster could have. Each heartbeat sent fresh waves of agony coursing through my body, as if lightning had found its home in my veins.I felt the pain. I was overwhelmed by a mix of anger and sadness, my heart aching with the sting of his words. A cold emptiness settled in my chest,
Nina“Make sure you bring her back,” Lucas said, his voice dripping with warning. His eyes raked over me with barely concealed disgust, as if I were something he’d scraped off his boot. “If you fail—” He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. “I will make you regret what happened to Scar.”My hands clenched at my sides, rage burning in my chest. The audacity of this man, trying to blame me for his own cruelty toward his mistress. But I swallowed my anger, forced my lips into a demure smile. “Yes, master. I won’t disappoint you.”Today was the day. Finally, I would drag that privileged bitch from her Luna throne. If only Scarlett had done as she was told, if she’d just listened to Father and taken my place as Lucas’s plaything, none of this would have happened. I’d never known such suffering until Lucas broke me.“Don’t make me regret betting on your sister,” he said with a scoff, rising from his chair.I watched him approach, noting the predatory gleam in his eyes. Oh, Scarlett,
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ScarlettThe pack hall felt warm and inviting as Alisha stood before me. Her appearance had changed. She looked thinner, more cautious, her eyes holding a complexity I hadn’t seen before.She stood before me, a ghost from my past. Her presence was both tormenting and promising redemption. The air between us was heavy with unspoken memories and pain that words couldn’t convey.“Scarlett,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Is that you, sister?”“Yes,” I whispered softly. Looking at how broken she was tore at my heart. It shattered me to see her in this state, and I wished I could kill Dickson over and over again.As I reached out to embrace Alisha, she stepped back, her eyes filling with a mix of pain, anger, and fear.“Don’t come near me,“ she snapped, her voice a fragile weapon.The rejection felt like a sharp knife cutting through me. I could see the memories flooding her eyes - memories of what she had done to me under Dickson’s command. The months of trauma had left
ScarlettThe packhouse cells were filled with a chilling silence as I made my way back to Rebecca’s cell. My steps were deliberate, my intentions clear and focused. Finn’s protective instincts had been subdued, but my desire for revenge was sharp and exact.I unlocked the cell door with deliberate movements. Rebecca’s screams echoed off the cold, unyielding walls of her cell, creating a symphony of anguish in my ears. She was shackled to a chair in the center of the damp room, her frail body trembling. Her once haughty demeanor had vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered fear. It was a poetic sight to see the predator become the prey.“Scarlett,” she rasped, her voice weak from hours of crying. Her tear-streaked face tilted up to meet my gaze, her once-pristine blonde hair now tangled and matted. “Please... I’ve had enough. Let me go. I’ll do anything!”Anything.The word lingered in my mind, tickling a dark satisfaction in my chest. Anything? What a hollow promise from someone who had
ScarlettThe warmth of Crescent Pack surrounded me like a sanctuary, a place I never thought I’d find after all I had been through. Finn, my mate, was more than just a protector; he was my salvation, my hope, my everything.I smiled as I looked out from the window of the room Finn had given me, listening to the lively sounds of the pack outside. I had never felt such a strong sense of belonging. Finn’s people had embraced me warmly, showing me kindness and acceptance beyond my expectations. With Finn by my side, I felt safe and protected.I sat with Finn in the packhouse; the fire crackling softly in the background. There was a certain atmosphere that day, something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was just the lingering remnants of my old trauma, still clinging to me like the persistent chill in my bones.“Finn," I began, my voice wavering. I had been grappling with this question for days, unsure of how to broach the subject. “What happened to the people from Dickson Pack who...
NinaThe room was deathly quiet, with only the steady ticking of a clock on the far wall breaking the silence. Time seemed to slow down as I knelt before Lucas, feeling the chill of the marble floor beneath me. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on us, like a looming storm ready to unleash its fury.He hadn’t spoken since Scar had been dragged away. His stillness was a different kind of torment, his silence a sharpened blade hanging over my neck. I kept my gaze fixed downward, the shadows of the room creeping toward me, threatening to consume what little strength I had left.Finally, he moved. His boots clicked against the floor as he crossed the space between us. I flinched as they came to a halt directly in front of me.“Stand,” he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.My legs were numb and trembling as I forced them to comply. Every muscle screamed in protest, but I managed to rise, keeping my head bowed under the weight of his gaze, which bore into me like a brand.“You’v
Nina“My lord,” the guard announced, snapping to attention at the door. “She has arrived.”“Come in.”He dragged me inside and shoved me aside.“Lucas,” I whispered, voice trembling. “The guard—”“Playing disobedient again, I see,” Lucas cut in, rising from the bed. His casual dismissal of the guard’s brutality felt like a knife through my heart.“I’m not... He...” The words died in my throat as I caught Lucas’s stare. Where I’d once seen lust, now only disgust remained as his eyes raked over my bloodied form.“Did you not know why you were brought here?” His howl made the windows shake. “How dare you show yourself to me like this!”The irony was a knife in my chest. Here I stood, having orchestrated Scarlett’s downfall, only to find myself reduced to the very thing I’d despised.“I... I am sorry, Lucas.”“Lucas!” he repeated. “What did you just call me?”My heart skipped a beat. “Master.”“Good.” He turned around and faced the guard. “Good job. You can go.”I was hurt, both my body a
NinaEvery breath felt like fire in my chest. I lay curled on the cold wooden floor of my room, each inhale a reminder of last night’s torture.The morning light filtering through the window seemed to mock me with its cheerfulness, while my body screamed with pain that refused to subside. My fingers traced the bruises blooming across my ribs – purple and blue landscapes of my humiliation.They’d left me here to suffer, probably hoping I’d break. The tears that leaked from my eyes weren’t just from physical agony anymore; they were tears of pure rage.Scar. Her name alone made my jaw clench, sending a fresh spike of pain through my already battered face. How could Lucas stand by and watch while she—? No. I couldn’t let myself relive it. Not yet. The memory was too raw, too fresh, like an open wound that hadn’t even begun to scab over.I tried to push myself up to a sitting position, using the wall for support. My arms trembled with the effort, muscles protesting every movement.A whimp