Four more updates coming in the morning!! I'll be updating this story as much as possible in this week to finish it before the month ends if not sooner ❤️❤️
Chapter Sixty-Four: EndurancePhera POV:The room is cold and dim, the only light a sliver that slips through a crack above me. I hang from the ceiling, suspended by ropes soaked in wolfsbane, each thread seeping its venom into my skin, burning every inch they touch. My feet barely graze the damp floor, my body strained and suspended in a cruel parody of flight. Every moment is a battle against the pain that tracks my body. I’ve endured beatings that left me gasping for breath, each blow a stark reminder of my helplessness in this dark place. I’m sure I have a couple of broken ribs and because of the fucking wolfbane in my system I’m not healing as quick. I may as well be human at this point. The bruises on my skin are a spectrum of pain, blooming in purples and blacks, a visible testament to the cruelty I’ve faced.Above my heart, a reminder of how close I’ve come to death—a steel rod impaled just centimetres from my vital artery, left there by my captors as a brutal warning of my p
Chapter Sixty-Five: Depths of DespairPhera POV:Author note: Detailed abuse(physical) ahead. Skip in any triggers for physical abuse trauma present. The damp, oppressive air of the cell clings to my skin as Rex steps into the dim light, his dark eyes gleaming with a cruelty that chills me to the bone. Each of his visits marks a descent further into the depths of torment, a relentless exploration of pain that he orchestrates with a cold, methodical precision. I have lost count of the days I’ve been here. "Good day, Luna," Rex greets mockingly, drawing out my title as if it’s a delicious morsel on his tongue. His footsteps echo on the stone floor, slow and deliberate, as he approaches with an unhurried confidence. The room feels smaller with each step he takes towards me.Today, his tools of torture are already prepared, laid out on a grimy table nearby—sharp implements that glint ominously under the flickering light of the single bulb above us. He picks up a thin, metal rod, turnin
Chapter Sixty-Six:: Agonising WaitDamon POV: It's been an excruciating three days since we bowed to the Alpha King's demands, each moment stretched taut with tension and the echo of Phera's pain that haunts us ceaselessly. Axel, Zane, and I can barely fucking function, the connection through our mate bond transmitting waves of agony that cut deep into our souls. We know, with a sinking dread, that the torment we feel is but a shadow of the brutality Phera is enduring.Fuck! We have failed her in every turn of her life. Will we ever be worth her? Every surge of pain that washes over us drains the colour from our faces, a grim reminder of our helplessness in the face of her suffering. It's a sharp, piercing reminder that she is out there, somewhere, facing unimaginable horrors alone. The thought is unbearable, a sharp thorn in our hearts that we can neither remove nor ignore.Amidst this personal torment, the Alpha King’s trackers scour the land, their efforts a constant buzz in the b
Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Siege of AmalfiDamon POV: The flight to Italy is a blur, every mile that passes beneath us bringing us closer to Phera, to ending her torment. My brothers and I sit in grim silence, each lost in our own thoughts, our own fears for what we might find when we arrive. The coordinates lead us to a small coastal town named Amalfi, a picturesque place overshadowed now by the dark deeds unfolding at its edges.The moment our jet touches down, we're met by a team of local pack, RavenClaw Pack, who've been briefed and are ready to assist according to the eilter team the alpha king had sent with us. We waste no time; every second counts. Our command center is set up in a secure location just outside the town, hidden from view by thick groves of lemon trees, their sweet scent a stark contrast to the gravity of our mission.Axel takes charge of the aerial surveillance, coordinating with drone operators to get a live feed of the area. Zane and I focus on ground operation
Chapter Sixty-Eight: Shadows of TreacheryOne Hour Before the explosion Phera POV: The stale air of the dungeon chills me to the bone as I hang from the ropes, each moment stretching endlessly with pain and dread. The door grinds open, and Rex strides in, his presence like a dark cloud filling the small, grim space. His eyes lock onto mine, gleaming with a malicious pleasure that sends a shiver down my spine."Guess what, darling? Your beloved mates are on their way here," Rex announces, a smirk playing on his lips. The initial shock gives way to a fleeting surge of hope—maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance for escape, a chance to be saved. But as Rex continues, that hope is quickly smothered by a growing sense of horror."Oh, but don’t get too excited. They’re walking right into a meticulously laid trap. I’ve set a little surprise for them—the kind that goes boom."My heart sinks as he details his plan with relish, each word more sinister than the last."Here’s the fun part," he say
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Masquerade of the MonstrousRex POV: As I watch the wolves tear into each other with feral intensity, a symphony of chaos plays in my head, each snarl and snap of teeth a note in my gruesome orchestration. The ground is slick with blood, mud mixing with the crimson stains as bodies fall and rise in a brutal dance of survival.Around me, the battle rages with savage ferocity, but inside, I'm calm, almost detached. It's as if I'm an observer, watching a play unfold—my play, where I pull the strings and manipulate each actor with precision. The air is thick with the scent of iron and fear, and it's intoxicating, feeding the darker parts of my soul."Push them back! For Red Moon!" I shout, my voice echoing over the clamor, a beacon for the weary fighters of the pack. They rally around my call, drawing strength from what they believe is a noble alliance. Little do they know, they're rallying around their downfall. I stride through the melee, my presence a rallying cry
Chapter Seventy: Echoes of DestructionAxel POV: The deafening roar of the explosion rips through the air, sending a shockwave that knocks me off my feet. I scramble up, my ears ringing, heart pounding as the reality of the situation slams into me. "Fuck," I curse under my breath, my mind racing with a thousand scenarios, none of them good."Everyone, move!" I shout, my voice raw with urgency. My team reacts instantly, spreading out in a practiced formation, but the chaos of the explosion has turned the once-organized plan into a scramble for survival.Rubble and debris are scattered everywhere, the once formidable structure now reduced to ruins. Smoke billows up, making it hard to see, and the acrid stench of burning materials fills my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. I cough, trying to clear my head and focus. "Find her. Find Phera. And watch out for any survivors or kidnappers!"The teams spread out, each warrior scanning the wreckage for any sign of Phera or her captors.
Chapter Seventy-One: A Nightmare AwakensPhera POV: I jolted awake, my body screaming in pain. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, my heart racing from the remnants of the nightmare that had gripped me. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I tried to move, but my muscles protested with every slight shift.Blinking, I looked around and saw familiar faces, all haggard and tired. My mates, Damon, Axel, and Zane, were there, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and worry. My family was there too—my sister Newmara and her mate Adam, my brother Nate, and my best friends, Betty and Reese. Their presence should have comforted me, but all I felt was a deep, gnawing fear."Sweetheart, you're awake," Damon said softly, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned closer, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry and raw. "W-what happened? Where am I?" I croaked, my voice barely above a