Finn"We found him." Edward’s words through the phone made my blood run cold. "But Finn... you’re not going to like this."My claws extended involuntarily, piercing the leather of my steering wheel. "Tell me.""He’s holding her in his pack. My sources confirm she’s alive, but..." Edward hesitated, something he never did. "Dickson’s planning a marking ceremony. Two days from now, during the full moon."The world stopped.My wolf howled in pure rage, the sound echoing both in my mind and through my chest. The steering wheel crumpled under my grip."What did you just say?" My voice came out distorted, barely human."He’s going to mark her in front of his entire pack. Make it official. He’s inviting representatives from other packs to witness it - to show everyone that he’s claiming his mate.""She isn’t his mate," I howled. "She is mine."The windshield cracked from the force of my anger. Marking ceremonies were sacred, meant to be a celebration of true mates finding each other. The thou
FinnThe Northern pack house loomed ahead, its dark silhouette a stain against the night sky. From my position in the surrounding forest, I could see guards patrolling the perimeter – too many to count, all heavily armed.My phone buzzed. David again.“I’m thirty minutes out with reinforcements,” he said without preamble. “Don’t do anything stupid, Alpha.”I ended the call without responding. Thirty minutes was too long. Whatever Dickson was doing to her, I wouldn’t wait to find out.The guards were disciplined, I’d give them that. Regular rotations, overlapping patrol routes. But they had one critical weakness - they weren’t expecting an Alpha to come alone. The very audacity of it would work in my favor.I closed my eyes, letting my wolf surge forward. The shift was violent, bones cracking and reforming as rage fueled our transformation. When I opened my eyes again, the world was sharper, clearer. Every scent carried a story.And there – underneath the mingled odors of wolfsbane and
ScarlettPain. That was the first thing I registered as consciousness slowly returned. Not the sharp, burning agony of wolfsbane, but a dull ache that seemed to reach into my bones. The second thing I noticed was warmth. A familiar presence wrapped around me like a shield.I forced my heavy eyelids open to find myself in an unfamiliar room, lying in a massive bed. Medical equipment beeped softly nearby, but what caught my attention was the large figure slumped in a chair beside me.Finn.He looked terrible. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and bandages wrapped around his body spoke of wounds that hadn’t yet healed; wounds he’d taken fighting for me. His hand was clasped around mine, our mate marks perfectly aligned.“You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes. “Do I look cute?”“You look awful,” I managed to croak, my throat dry.A small smile tugged at his lips as he finally looked at me. Those ocean-deep blue eyes I remembered so well now filled with a mix of concern and r
ScarlettThe room fell silent after I spoke, and Finn stayed still on his knees, his expression filled with devastation. I watched as understanding dawned in his eyes – the true weight of what he’d done, the irreparable damage his rejection had caused.“Your child?” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. “How? How is it possible for me to do that?”“It is," I said with a smirk. “All you need to do is go to the underworld to bring back my child.”The medical equipment beside my bed beeped steadily, marking the painful seconds that stretched between us. Through our cursed mate bond, I could feel his anguish building like a tsunami.“I—”“If you can’t do that,” I spoke, cutting him off. “Then you should have it in mind that it won’t be possible between us. After all, you made it very clear that day – I was nothing but my father’s daughter to you. A reminder of everything you’d lost.”Finn’s shoulders began to shake. For the first time since I’d known him, I watched as tear
ScarlettAfter Finn’s tearful departure, I sat alone in the hospital room, my mind reeling. The revelation of our lost child had shaken me to my core, tearing open wounds I’d long thought had scarred over.Even now, I could still feel the phantom flutter of that tiny life, the dream of a future I had dared to imagine. Finn’s devastation had been visceral, undeniable. The man who had once rejected me without a second glance was now brought low, his pride and control utterly shattered.A part of me, the part that still craved his love and acceptance, wanted to reach out, to ease his suffering. But the stronger, colder part of me - the part that had endured five years of torment and loss - recoiled at the very thought.How dare he, I thought bitterly. How dare he come here, torn apart by guilt, and demand my forgiveness? As if any amount of remorse could undo the pain he had caused me.Yet, even as I tried to harden my heart against him, I couldn’t ignore the ache in my own chest. The ma
FinnI closed Scarlett’s door behind me, my hands trembling with the effort it took not to punch through the nearest wall. Her words echoed in my mind: “I will never show my face in front of you again.”“MATE!” Storm howled inside me, the sound so anguished it made my chest physically ache. My wolf had been in constant torment since Scarlett’s return, torn between joy at having her near and agony at her rejection.I barely made it to my office before my control slipped. With a roar, I swept everything off my desk, watching as papers scattered and my laptop crashed to the floor. The sound wasn’t nearly satisfying enough to drown out the pain.“Alpha?” My Beta, David, appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his features.“Out,” I growled, my eyes blazing red. When he didn’t immediately move, I snarled, “Now!”The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts and Storm’s increasingly frantic pacing. I could still smell her on my skin from being in her room - a blend of lavender
Third pov David watched the council members as they entered the meeting room, their expressions a blend of worry and interest. He could tell they were aware of their Alpha’s unease, which permeated the pack bonds like a pre-storm charge. As the Beta, he felt it more intensely than others, the sharp pang of his Alpha’s suffering pulsing beneath his surface. The northern border dispute should have been a straightforward matter. The Stone Ridge Pack had been encroaching on their hunting grounds for months, testing boundaries, looking for weaknesses. At any other time, Finn would have handled it with the calculated precision that had made him one of the youngest and most respected Alphas in the region. But now... David studied Finn as he entered the room with a confident stride. While Finn may have seemed like a strong leader to the council members, David noticed the subtle signs of inner turmoil. The trembling hands and tense posture. It was clear that Finn was struggling to maintain h
ScarlettI hurried out of David’s office, my heart racing in my chest. The mate bond pulsed with intensity, sensing Finn’s presence in the council chamber. My wolf, Ray, whimpered and clawed at my insides, desperate to turn around, to go back.“Mate,” she pleaded. “We need him.”“We need nothing,” I snarled internally, though my hand betrayed me by clutching at my chest where the bond pulsed strongest.I hadn’t come to discuss hospital bills. I’d come because I’d overheard the maids discussing the meeting, and I had asked one to take me there since I didn’t know anything about his pack. I was curious— curious about how he led his pack, how he spoke during important meetings. I had let my curiosity get the better of me.But seeing Finn had scattered my thoughts. Five years hadn’t prepared me for how he would look sitting at the head of that table, power and authority radiating from him in waves. Finn... this Finn wore his power like a second skin as I watched him speak.“You’re impress
Scarlett“Jack helped me escape,” she explained, gratitude evident in the way she looked at him. “He worked in the pack as a guard and risked everything to get me out. But if I go back home, our parents will just send me back to Lucas. They won’t believe me about what he’s really like. They never listen...”I studied her face intently, searching for any sign of deception. The old Nina had been a masterful manipulator, but this woman before me seemed stripped of all pretense. Her pain felt raw and real, radiating from her in waves that my wolf could sense. This wasn’t the step-sister who had tormented me - this was someone who had been broken and rebuilt herself from the shards.Without conscious thought, I found myself saying, “I forgive you.”Nina’s head snapped up, disbelief written across her features.“The past is the past,” I continued, surprised by how much I meant it. “No one deserves what you went through, Nina. No one.”“I... thank you,” she whispered, fresh tears spilling do
ScarlettA knock at the door broke through the afternoon quiet, drawing my attention to Alisha. “Luna?”“Who is it?” I called out.“It’s me,” came her familiar voice.“Come in.” The door creaked open as Snow entered, her head bowed respectfully. “What do you want, Snow?”“Luna,” she said, maintaining her deferential posture. “Someone is here for you.”I straightened myself before I rose on my feet, instantly alert. “Who?” Visitors were rare enough, but I had no one who would seek me out. “Name?”“Nina,” Snow replied softly. “She identified herself as your sister.”The name struck me like a punch. The last time I saw her was that night.My hands grew cold as memories flooded back - Nina’s cruel smirk, her vindictive pleasure in my pain, her part in the attempted kidnapping. She should be in Stone Ridge Pack, not here at my doorstep.“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice coming out sharper than intended.“At the pack border.”“Let her in and take her to the pack hall,” I instructed. “I w
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 ch
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