Anna is an outcast, omega the least of the least and does not know who her parents are. She grew up without both parents and was taken under the care of Leo, a stranger who took her in when she was an orphan baby. She is rejected by her own kind, ridiculed and forced into servitude by the ruthless alpha of her pack, Oliver. Leo was later on wrongly accused of a crime he did not do and was tagged a traitor worsening Anna situation. Leo later reveals to Anna that she is the last bloodline and is no ordinary wolf. She begins to have mysterious dreams and encounters with dark spirits. Lucas, a warrior and beta from a neighboring pack, enters Anna’s life with a secret mission to hunt down a rumored threat to his own pack. On a fateful night, Lucas discovers two things- Anna is the threat and she is his fated mate.
View MoreDuring the day, the pack would congregate in the busy courtyard to train, converse, or just take a respite from their duties. It was a haven for most. It was a minefield for me.My hands were raw from the cold water after I had just finished cleaning the Alpha's house steps. I pulled the hefty stone bucket over to the water barrels to fill it up. My shoulders hurt, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas.Why did I feel this way? It was disturbing how my heart beat every time I thought of him, and how strangely warm I felt within. Even though I knew deep down that I should avoid him, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.The chatter from the courtyard became more noticeable as I filled the bucket with water. I chose to ignore it and focus on the water’s ripples instead. I was grounded by the chilly splash against my hands, which served as a reminder to keep my head down, finish my tasks, and live to see another day.Then, like a blade, her voice cut through the din.“This
I ran out of her door like I was being chased by the devil. The coolness of the night air did little to quench the fire burning in my chest, so I breathed in harsh breaths."That's her. Your fated mate."The words of the Moon Goddess reverberated in my head, relentless and uncompromising.How could this have happened? How could the individual I was meant to get rid of also end up being my partner?I leaned hard against my room and banged the door. My heart pounded as if it were trying to break out of my rib cage.In the dim light, the artifact sat on the table like a threatening apparition. I clenched and unclenched my hands as I gazed at it. I had come to her, to this pack, because of it.Anna.The name itself seemed different now, full of an energy that I was unable to ignore.I grabbed the edge of the table and sank into the nearest chair. Conflicting thoughts raced through my mind, each one more chaotic than the last.I tried to explain it. The link between fated partners was stro
As though mocking my hesitancy, the item rested in the middle of the table, its surface lifeless and unforgiving. It had been days since the forest, when I stood motionless in the dark, watching Anna sob in the moonlight. I hadn't said anything to anyone. How could I? The weight of my realization dominated every thought and every breath.Anna.She had been identified by the artifact. Not a lurking opponent, not a rogue. She.Both then and now, I was unsure of what to do.I kept walking around my room, feeling as though the walls were getting smaller with every step. The gang continued as if nothing had happened outside. A harsh reminder of the normalcy I had lost was the faint echo of their laughter coming through my window.Frustrated, my hands reached for my hair and began tugging. In my mind, I could still picture her face, smeared with tears. She posed no danger. She was unable to be.The relic, however, was truthful.I had found Anna thanks to the relic. To her dismay, to her suf
I was looking at her through the trees, the heavy air pressing against me. Anna's sobbing shook her shoulders as she knelt beside the marked tree, piercing the forest's silence. What I previously feared was proven when the relic in my fingers blazed hot and faintly glowed toward her. The enemy. The danger. Anna. My feet wouldn't budge, so I tightened my hold on the knife strapped to my side. I finally understood the mission, the reason I had gone to this pack, but I was unable to make sense of it. Anna wasn't a potential threat. She was a person. A broken, sad girl who isn't dangerous at all.As my heart raced in my chest, I stumbled backwards, trying to calm down my fast breathing. Thank God she didn't see me. I turned around and slid back into the bush, being careful not to fall on any trees.When I got back to my room, I laid down on the bed and stared at the artifact until its light went out."What on earth is happening?" I said and ran my hand through my hair.I pace around t
"Why does she always have to make things so difficult?" As I glanced at the closed door, I said, my voice disturbing the room's silence. Anna's words lingered in the air like an unshakeable accusation, and I could still hear the echo of her footsteps disappearing into the distance.Breathing became difficult due to the constriction in my chest. Her anger was justified, her pain apparent. I was the one who did it. I was to blame for Leo's death. My fault she was bearing the weight of a crime she had no part in. However, the situation was more complex in reality. I had a clear mission. Yet, for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could see it through.I exhaled deeply, turned, and sank into the tableside chair. The relic, a tiny, worn artifact that had served as my constant guide ever since I embarked on this damned journey, was sitting in front of me. It was a source of annoyance now. I lifted it and rubbed the engravings with my fingertips. Why are you refusing to work? My voice tremble
I was so confused and angry that I walked out of Lucas' quarters. Even though the cool night air felt like a slap, it couldn't stop the tempest that was growing inside of me. I walked with hard feet on the dirt road, my hands locked at my sides.After everything, how could he just stand there and stay silent? His penetrating look still haunted me, and my heart hammered with a mixture of fear and rage. The dim moonlight showed the wooden walls of the modest house Leo had built, dark and inhospitable. I took a deep breath to steady myself as I paused. I couldn't allow Maia to see me in this state; therefore, there was no more place for crying. I pushed the door open and saw her sewing patches into an old blanket while sitting cross-legged on the floor. Beside her, the gentle glimmer of a lantern flickered, making dancing shadows on the walls. "Anna!" Maia's face brightened, but as soon as she saw my answer, her grin vanished. "What's the matter?" "Nothing," I answered sharply and qu
As I left Anna and Maia, I didn't turn around. The beat of my boots hitting the stone floor echoed the jumble in my mind. The questions that circled like vultures made every step feel heavier. Shall I tell Oliver? The thought would not go away. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. The right thing to do would be to report what I’d seen. Anna sneaking into Oliver’s room, her strange behavior, the signs that she was hiding something. The truth, however, was sour. She would be condemned if she told Oliver. The corridor stretched endlessly, dim torches flickering along the walls, casting shadows that danced like mocking shadows. I arrived at my quarters and slammed the door. Only a bed and a desk occupied the tiny space, but it was mine, a refuge from the ongoing stress of this pack. My breathing was heavy as I leaned against the door. I looked at the relic on the desk, its surface dead and drab. "What are you holding out on?" I mumbled as I picked it up and cros
As I stood motionless in the doorway, Lucas's penetrating gaze cut through the curtain of my thoughts. I didn't want to express it, but his presence felt more weighty than the silence that hung between us. I pushed myself to let go of the door handle as my fingers shook a little against it, and I stepped fully into the corridor.“Excuse me,” I muttered, keeping my voice as level as possible. As if attempting to get out, my heart pounded against my ribs as it raced. Lucas didn’t move, his arms folded across his chest, his expression unreadable. I briefly hoped he might say something, but he remained silent. Instead, when I passed him with purposeful steps and a raised chin in a show of confidence I didn't feel, his eyes followed me. Behind me, I could feel him slipping into place, his shadow hovering closer than I would have preferred. Refusing to look back, I maintained a steady pace while swallowing the uneasiness that threatened to rise in my throat. The air between us was tens
My sole warning was the slight creak of the door handle. I looked around the room for somewhere to hide, and my heart skipped a beat. Panic tugged at my throat, demanding that I think and move more quickly. With its heavy black drapes swinging gently in the breeze from the open window, the towering bed towered above me. I immediately fell to the ground and slithered under it, squeezing myself up against the farthest edge as the door opened. In the tight hush, the sound of boots scraping against the wooden floor was deafening. My chest heaved from the effort of maintaining silence, so I clamped a palm over my mouth to keep my breathing quiet. I could see the polished tips of the boots from where I was under the bed, and I knew they were Oliver's. Even though we couldn't see him completely, his powerful presence filled the room. "Where is it?" His voice cut through the silence, low and harsh. Lighter but deliberate, a second pair of footsteps stepped into the room. Lucas. "Alp
"Anna, can you even do one thing right?" Oliver was standing over me with his arms crossed and a look of disdain on his face, and I winced at the sound of his voice. The pack members around us laughed, their eyes shining with glee at my humiliation, and the Alpha's tone was just as cold as it was cruel.I said, "I'm sorry, Alpha," while holding onto the pail of filthy water I had been told to use to clean the hallway floors. Whatever I did, it was never sufficient. The hard bristles of the brush scraped at my flesh until it felt raw, and my hands stung from the washing, yet nobody seemed to care. Not Oliver in particular."Did I ask for an apology?" His voice rose sufficiently to get the others' notice as he scoffed. "What good is an apology from someone like you, hmm?"I bit my lip and remained silent, staring at the ground. I had no authority here, or anyplace else, so my instinct told me to keep my head down and not fight back. Oliver and other alphas were accustomed to being obey...
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