"I've never wanted to find my mate—that's just not the life I choose to live. I would only be a burden to them and those around me, so staying alone is the best option. But how much longer can I keep running? For six years, Iris has lived as a rogue, fleeing from the home she once knew. She runs in fear, constantly pursued by the shadows of her past. Haunted by a darkness she doesn’t fully understand, she struggles to uncover why she is being hunted. Can she escape the darkness surrounding her—and the one buried deep within?"
Lihat lebih banyakI opened my eyes and realized I was still in wolf form. Looking around, I suddenly noticed a midnight-black wolf lying next to me, watching my every movement. It raised its head and whined when it saw I was awake. I immediately recognized it as Damien’s wolf. He jerked his head in the direction of the pack as if telling me we should go back. I nodded and got up.When I looked into his eyes, I saw hurt and regret swirling within them. They say the eyes are windows to the soul, revealing true emotions.We walked side by side back to the pack. As we moved through the trees, pack members rushed toward us, bombarding us with questions. Damien growled loudly, silencing them instantly.The moment we reached the pack house, we shifted back into our human forms, and someone handed us blankets to cover ourselves. As soon as we entered Damien’s room, he began frantically apologizing."Iris, I am so sorry. The moment I said those words, I wanted to take them all back. I was out all night searchin
"No, I don’t have to watch how I talk to you because you are not my Alpha. I’m still a rogue, and you have no control over me," I hissed, stepping closer and jabbing my finger into his chest.Damien’s eyes darkened as he grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from him. He leaned in until our faces were mere inches apart."If I had a choice, I wouldn’t pick someone like you to be my mate. An emotionally closed-off rogue wouldn’t even be my last choice."I already knew that. Someone like him would never willingly choose someone like me as a mate. But hearing him say it still hurt.It hurt deep.A sharp ache settled in my chest, spreading through me like wildfire. Even my wolf whimpered at his words. Without another thought, I turned and stormed out of the room, desperate to get away from him. I ran through the packhouse doors and into the open air, my vision blurring with unshed tears."Iris, wait!" I heard Damien call after me, but I ignored him.I shifted into my wolf and bolted into
She was a tall woman—not as tall as Damien or his father, but still quite tall. Strands of silver ran through her brown hair, yet her face showed no signs of aging. Her skin had a youthful glow, and there was something warm and kind about her presence.As I studied her features, I noticed that both Damien and Danielle took after their mother. Her kind blue eyes, strong jawline, and delicate yet defined features were reflected in them.His father, however, was a stark contrast. He stood against the wall in the living room, watching me with an intense, unreadable gaze. There was nothing warm about him. Every now and then, I glanced his way, only to find him still glaring at me with intimidating eyes."Iris is such a beautiful name! It definitely suits you!" his mother squealed excitedly.As she pulled Damien aside, I noticed his father approaching. He leaned in close, his voice a low warning only meant for me."I'll be watching you closely, rogue." He emphasized the last word with disda
"Well, I have to clear up the fact that you are indeed my mate, but... I'm going to need you to come with me," he said hesitantly. I crossed my arms. "I have no interest in meeting your parents." "Yes, I'm aware," he sighed. "But I can't just tell them you're my mate without introducing you to them." "What part of 'I don't want to' do you not understand?" I snapped. He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration before looking up at me with an irritated expression. "I don't understand why you're being so difficult right now. I'm not saying you have to be in love with me—they just want to meet you." I hesitated, lowering my gaze. "What if they don't like me?" I muttered under my breath. His surprised expression told me he had heard me loud and clear. "You're worried my parents won't like you? Where is this coming from?" I scratched the back of my head, shrugging. "What if they order my execution or something?" His laughter boomed through the room, startling me. He doubled over, w
Later that day, I spent the rest of my time in the room with Damien. We didn’t talk much—I wasn’t a big fan of conversation anyway. Besides, I was having yet another argument with my wolf in my head. ‘Stop fighting the pull between you two. I know you can feel it because I can feel it too. If you leave our mate, you will never stop regretting it,’ my wolf whined. ‘Leave me alone. Not only is this the best choice for us, but it’s also better for this pack—and for my mate. I refuse to bring my problems here and be the downfall of anyone. I don’t know how to be a Luna, and I know I will never be more than a mere rogue to him.’ My wolf was the only one I ever opened up to. She knew my deepest secrets, my fears—because she was a part of me. We shared thoughts and emotions, and that built an unshakable trust between us. Even though we fought often, it was usually because I was stubborn. And I hated that she was always right. "What are you thinking about so hard, flower?" The voice sta
My wolf spirit and I often fought about one thing—what would happen if we ever found our mate. But it was never about independence or freedom. Now that we had found Damien, it was like she was ready to forget all of that, to assume the role of Luna just because he was an Alpha. I had always assumed my mate would be a rogue like me, that we could go off together, free and independent. But now that she had connected with Damien, she never wanted to leave his side. The fact that a single touch from him could make me melt or that his scent could instantly calm my senses angered me. The way my body reacted to him felt like second nature, like we belonged together—and it disgusted me. Like I had no choice in the matter. I didn’t want the responsibility of an entire pack on my shoulders. I didn’t want someone ordering me around. I finished my shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry myself off. When I glanced back into the mirror, I smiled. It had been a while since I’d seen a cl
"You heard me," he chuckled.I stood up from the ground so that we were face to face, though he still slightly towered over me due to our height difference."What do you mean it's too late?" I pressed, narrowing my eyes.He lifted his hand to my cheek, gently caressing it. His slightly rough skin against my face was surprisingly pleasant, calming my senses. His scent wrapped around me, melting into his touch, making me momentarily forget my worries."I'm already attached to you. I barely know anything about you, yet I never want you to leave my side. If you were to go, my wolf and I would be shattered." His voice was low and sincere. "The moment I laid eyes on your wolf, I knew you were different—that you had to be mine. If only we had met under different circumstances."I felt myself leaning closer and closer until my entire body pressed up against his. His hands traveled down to my lower back, resting there without moving further. We stood like that—two complete strangers, engrossed
Damien decided to move me back into his room after quickly getting the door fixed. We sat in silence—me on the floor, him on the bed—where he continued to stare at me.I had nothing to say to him. I didn’t have anything to say to anyone. After being alone for so long, with only my wolf as company, I had forgotten what it was like to interact with others who weren’t trying to kill me."Is there nothing you want to say to me?" he finally asked."No. I want to leave. Now," I replied harshly."There’s something I’d like to say to you," he said.I rolled my eyes. "I don’t care what comes out of your mouth, honestly."When I looked up, I caught him staring—intensely, unblinking. Heat burned in his gaze, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. A strange warmth crept up my face. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, breaking eye contact."Your face says otherwise, Iris." My name rolled off his tongue smoothly, sending an uninvited shiver down my spine.I scowled.
"Yes, he's the Alpha of the pack. By the way, I don’t want to sound rude, but is there a reason Damien is keeping you in the packhouse?" Danielle asked, eyeing me curiously."Normally, he doesn’t let rogues set foot near the territory—he just kills them on sight. You must be important." She studied me carefully.I shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. I wasn’t ready to admit to her—or anyone—that Damien was my mate. But it was as if she could read me like a book because the next second, she let out a high-pitched squeal, practically jumping up and down in excitement."Oh my gosh! You must be his mate! Damien has finally found his mate!" She continued squealing, clapping her hands.I merely nodded, unwilling to comment further."What’s your name?""Iris."Danielle’s blue eyes sparkled as she smiled. "Aww, Damien and Iris. I can see it now," she giggled."I see you’ve already met her and started harassing her," Damien’s deep voice rumbled from the doorway. He chuckled, his broad sho
I ran in a circle to make sure they wouldn't follow my scent. Once I was certain they wouldn’t be able to track me down, I shifted into my human form and quickly got dressed. Grabbing my backpack, I climbed up a tree.Soon, I saw a group of wolves running after me, tracking my scent."How long are you going to keep running?"I rolled my eyes. My wolf spirit and I had had this argument so many times that it was starting to get old. Ignoring her, I rested against the tree, watching as the wolves ran around, trying to follow my trail.I was a rogue, and packs considered rogues a threat, so they hunted them down. I had been a rogue for years, ever since I ran away from home after my parents’ deaths. All I ever knew was how to take care of myself—forced to rely on my own instincts and independence. Now, I was used to this life, constantly moving. The idea of pack life bored me, and I had no interest in it.It had taken me a long time to convince my wolf of this. One thing we always disagre...
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