[Sebastian’s POV]
I pushed open the double-panel wooden door at the entrance of the pack house.
“I’m back!” I shouted.
“Good, good! ‘Bout time you came!” My dad took long strides from his office door to meet me halfway. “Now, you can travel to find your fated mate. Start with the neighboring packs first!” he added.
“Dad, I just arrived!” I was annoyed, so I stepped back to look at him sideways. “Can’t you at least give me a few months to adjust? I was away for four years! Geez!” I complained, but not disrespectfully.
“WATCH YOUR TONE, SEB!” he playfully scolded with a smirk across his wrinkled face. Dad slaps my shoulder with his calloused hand and drags me to his study.
“This is not a negotiation, son! You wasted enough time goofing around with the humans. It’s high time to take on the responsibility. Your mom and I are getting old, you have to take over the pack and give us an heir!”
I raised my hands in the air in desperation, feeling defeated. “Alright, alright!” I turned to my right to go upstairs, tailing the Omegas, who carried three large suitcases to my room.
Everything in the packhouse seemed different but the same. After staying in the University dorm for four years, it feels surreal to be back home. I miss my comfort zone and laid-back routines, but that has to change now.
Although my father booked a large dorm room for me to ensure privacy and comfort, there’s no place like home. Dad even sent my driver, Arci, with me to have a little bit of a homey feeling away from home.
I missed the refreshing scent of the forest, the home-cooked food, the warrior’s training, my family, and shifting. I feel bad for my wolf being stuck with me in the libraries and dorm room with nearly zero downtime.
For three years, I beat myself up to finish Business Management faster than its normal phase, taking advanced classes during summer breaks and volunteering as a teaching assistant to earn extra credits. I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a year to spare, if that even means anything among werewolves. But for humans, it’s a big thing.
I spent my final year as an intern at a multinational corporation owned by humans to gain hands-on work experience. I planned to use the strategies in the Pack business, but Dad opposed it.
‘Six,’ my wolf is ecstatic, jumping up and down in my head. The scent of freshly cut grass, damp soil, and the sea breeze carried by the occasional gust of wind means more than just home for him; it’s the taste of freedom.
A faint scent of pine and a whiff of mangroves hit my nostrils. They are more than a scent. They bring back memories of childhood, friends, and family.
“Keep the windows open. I like the smell of the forest filling the room,” I instructed the omegas. They nodded and bowed their heads before exiting the room.
“Can we go for a run?” Six pleaded. I wanted to give in to his request, but I was too tired to move. All I wanted to do was to crash on my bed.
“Tomorrow, Six. I promised.”
I slumped on the bed without changing into sleepwear.
That night, as if my mind was trying to close a chapter in my life, the memory of the last four years filled my consciousness as I lay idle. Perhaps the void in my heart and the lack of concrete plans for the future triggers the memory…
Four years was like hell for werewolves not to shift, and Six endured it for me. We didn't take risk shifting in the University. Humans are a complex species. They believe in so much bullshit from the tales fabricated by their ancestors. Every generation added their share of embellishments to make their stories more appealing but more distant from the truth.
Humans don't know how to separate myths and facts. They were shrouded by blind faith and loyalty to faulty practices and beliefs being passed on from one generation to the next. Their distorted concept of beauty is so superficial, and werewolves don’t get the cut. If they see us? ……. They can be savage.
There was a campus story about a werewolf who shifted near the edge of the university campus a couple of years ago. The poor schmuck did not know of the hidden security cameras and heat sensors installed within tree trunks across campus.
As the sensor detects body heat far higher or lower than normal human temperature, it sends a signal that triggers an automatic tranquilizer gun pointing to the exact coordinates of the heat or cold source. With four tranquilizers launched from different directions at once, the wolf was captured, savagely tortured, and brutally killed.
Indeed, ignorance is bliss until it gets you killed.
For a few weeks, the news was on the front pages of the city's major newspapers and tabloids. It became a trending topic across social media platforms, igniting a debate about demonic creatures lurking around campuses in the guise of education.
The wolf descends from a noble family on the West Coast and has a massive influence on the pack leadership. It only took a few hours for the pack to hack the university system, destroy the surveillance video of the wolf’s capture, and sue the university for defamation and false claims about werewolves they alternately call ‘beast’ and ‘monster.’
The pack released the video footage of the barbaric torture their member suffered at the hands of university officials. It generated online heat on various social media platforms and news channels. The post reversed public opinion and permanently put the university on the werewolves’ black book.
I understand that the pack crossed some lines when it threatened the university officials, but someone has to make a stand to protect our kind.
The news didn’t scare us, but at least that story kept Six from going feral for not shifting.
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I spent the next six months visiting eight nearby packs. I roamed around each pack for two to three weeks before moving to the next destination. It was a complete waste of time.
But the remaining six months in the human world balanced the wheel. I always enjoy the grandeur of human fashion, lifestyle, and independence. It's not that we do not wear the same clothes or eat the same food; it’s just different.
Many humans are closely connected to their families, but the majority don’t follow specific traditions. From what I heard, Asians retain their customs and traditions but are flexible enough to blend in.
Westerners enjoy the food and unique perspectives of other cultures, but they rarely compromise about their values and practices.
Human governments are nothing like our pack. They have no control over their citizens. Too much emphasis on fake freedom through the concept of diversity, but we all know it’s for show. The minority population is still looked down upon when major decisions are involved. They just manipulate them for electoral support. Everything is about numbers. Numbers dictate power, and power is the magnet for money.
Werewolves are better this way. We control the economy and safety. Pack warriors protect those who cannot fight for themselves… and we provide.
The timeline my father gave me to find my mate ends today. I am going home.
My phone buzzed in, “Hello, Dad?” I answered.
“Seb, what time are you coming? Get here, now!”
If our speed doesn't drop below 100 miles per hour, it will take us twelve hours to drive from the human-populated city back to Silver Mountain Pack.This is the only land travel I hate the most. The route was not bad, but we had to take a parallel road to the perimeter line of the River Bed Pack. Though Silver Mountain and River Bed are not considered enemy packs, we are not allies either. We share a two-hundred-mile boundary line with them, requiring nearly a third of our warriors to take several shifts on border patrol to avoid rogue or non-pack incursion. They do the same from their side of the perimeter line. Most of our border patrols engage in glowering and growling contests with theirs at any given time, or so I’ve heard from my father’s Delta and Gamma. I was wasted last night and swiftly drifted into a deep sleep the moment Arci stepped foot on the accelerator.I don’t know how long I slept, but I was startled awake when Six started getting restless. “How far have we reach
Before I could react, the leader of the border patrol jumped over the six-foot-high barbed boundary line.The scrambling of the other pack warriors follows him but I can barely understand what they are saying. Arci stood in front of me with his right hand twisted backward, pinning me between the car and him. His knees were slightly bent, ready to shift in a fly to fight if need be. The leader stopped barely three steps away from Arci but his predatory eyes never left mine. The rest of the group caught up and Arci spread his arms for the barricade, ordering me to get inside the car and drive as fast as I could. He was ready to sacrifice himself for me. There was no way any of us would survive this fight. But what kind of Alpha would I be if I ran away with tails between my legs at the first sign of trouble, leaving my driver behind? I stood tall, not breaking my gaze on their leader who just cleared his throat. “I want to speak with him,” the leader tilted his head slightly to the le
It’s been three years since Dad disowned me. I still remember that day. I got so furious that I relentlessly cursed the Moon Goddess for pairing me with another Alpha as a mate. I have no physical attraction to Nate, but the mate bond messes up my head, and I feel protective of him. I have this whimsical desire for his company.When my connection with the Silver Mountain pack snapped, it all became clear to me, I lost everything and everyone dear to me. My chest tightened, fighting the urge to thrash everything I lay my eyes on. I was enraged but couldn’t blame anyone.I have a limited time.I stepped out of the packhouse and ran through the thick forest allowing Six to take over. I ran for what felt like an eternity until the breeze suddenly changed.
Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advised.I peeked through the gap. It took a few good seconds to adjust my vision to the darkness of the room. The only source of light is a dim red lamp in the adjacent corner of the room making it difficult to see through the shadows.As my vision slowly adjusted to the light, the silhouette of two intertwined bodies dancing in a passionate sensual rhythm surfaced.The thick scent of arousal has taken me aback. The man’s hands explore every curve in the woman's body. Gently caressing her smooth skin trailing from neck to breast, before sliding further down to her lower thigh and back.His hand movement seemed light as a feather as
Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advisedNathan was pacing in his office. His hair was disheveled, eyes were bloodshot. The ferocious Alpha known for being ‘in control’ is now a picture of inner turmoil and mental chaos. No traces of his usual indifference and calm demeanor. Only hatred, guilt, and self-deprecating scowl.The memories keep playing in his head like a broken record, and he can’t even stop it.[Flashback from the previous night]Laura arched her back to take in Nathan’s mouth as he explored her pleasure spots. His tongue circled her erect nipples as he rolled the other between his long calloused fingers. He planted kisses, from her breasts
The next morning, Laura woke up to the bright sun streaming in, filtered by the two layers of curtains inside Nathan’s bedroom. A cold breeze was blowing from the east giving her chills.She looked around with a satisfied grin. She scanned the surroundings. Although she had been in this room quite a few times, this was the first time she had stayed the night.The room walls were painted in delicate beige, giving it a light, relaxing vibe. The doors and window frames are toned in dark brown, matching the mahogany-stained wardrobe and bedside tables. A vintage chest of drawers is just outside the bathroom door with a floor-length mirror on its left.As her sleepy gaze fell on the oversized painting hanging on the large wall opposite the bed, her brows furrowe
“Y.. yes Alpha,” Laura stutters, hand trembling and lips quivering in fear.His hands reached out, his claws started to elongate, his back slouching bit by bit as if Max, his wolf, was preparing to take control. Laura’s silent sobbing and red-rimmed eyes stirred an inner sentiment halting him from moving forward.He took a few deep breaths trying to regain composure, “Get out of the Alpha floor, NOW! From now on, you are not allowed to come here. I will talk to your brother about the change of accommodation. You are to move out of the packhouse.”“But…….”“I said LEAVE!” his growl shook the walls of the room.
“Ugghh,” Laura kept tapping Nathan's hand as she struggled for air. She was kicking her feet trying to reach the floor or anything solid.Her face paled as a sheet as she started whimpering.As her eyes rolled back, Nathan loosened his grip dropping her roughly on the ground. She curled on the floor, trembling, panting, coughing in between, and gasping for breath.It took her half a minute before gathering her wits. Her eyes were red, terrified that Nathan may shift any minute and tear her apart limb by limb. Her hands were trembling, lips shaking as she massaged the soft area of her bruised neck. She hesitantly raised her head to meet his fierce gaze darting down on her.
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[Agatha’s POV]I cannot see anything. There’s darkness, silence, and a dreadful feeling that churns my insides. I could feel the goosebumps creeping on my skin, and a sense of discomfort crawled down my spine.Where am I? Why can’t I see anything? Why am I alone? Where’s Mom? Where’s Nate and Bastien? Where are my kids? Aren’t they supposed to be with me? I move my feet forward to search for a light, for a familiar place… The squishing sound was all I could hear with every step. The touch of soft mud swallows my feet up until my ankles. I don’t like where I am right now. I tried to squint my eyes as I scanned my surroundings. But there is nothing but pitch black.I opened my mouth and started calling
[Agatha’s POV]The day has finally come.I was nervous. My hands were sweaty, my stomach was churning, and the tightness in my chest kept coming back repeatedly. I looked around at the open field where all species started filling up from the morning. The colonies my mates built for other species were barely occupied, but we expect a few hundred to arrive anytime within the day.Orpheus volunteered to convince some of his kind, and they might come after sunset, too. Nate built another building without windows, with only two doors on the ground floor and another to the rooftop, designed for the vampire clan.One of the new business deals Bastien signed up for was the River Bed Blo
Hey guys, We are a few chapters away from completion. And as much as I wanted to make the story longer by adding additional twists and turns, it's already longer than planned. It was initially a 75-ish chapter, but I later realized that some details would be abruptly cut, hence the extension. Anyway, I am beyond grateful for reading and staying with Agatha until this point. This is my first shot at storytelling, and I need you to be brutal on me in the comment section if you think there are "should-haves" that I overlooked. And I do hope for your support for the coming stories.Warm hugs for all of you,Con Ques
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