Elena, a regular and what could seem like an ordinary 18-year-old human girl, unaware of the supernatural world around her and her supernatural heritage had to endure the excesses (possessiveness, anger issues, many more) of this captivating Alpha Jayson who is her mate. She will have to depend on Jayson to defend her and her family against unknown threats, and together they will fight against the rival packs and internal conflicts within Jason's pack. But the devil had to play a trick on their relationship, Elena turned out to be the daughter of Damian Blackwood, the sworn enemy of Jayson's pack, the same rogue wolf who made Jayson watch while he killed his father. What will become the fate of their relationship after this revelation? Why not find out for yourself?
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First Day of SchoolHello everyone, I'm Elena, a petite teenager with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. I'm just a regular girl who loves her mom fiercely and despises her absent father for leaving us. Little did I know, my first day of college would bring an unexpected twist into my life.I should say I had nostalgic feelings about it. I hardly slept last night; my nerves kept waking me up every 30 minutes. I finally woke up around 4 a.m, but the cold couldn't let me take a shower immediately, I had to steam water before I took a bath. The Minnesota cold is something I still can't get used to, I doubt I'll ever get used to it. It's been three long years since we left sunny Arizona for this chilly place, and honestly, I doubt I'll ever adapt to it. I kept contracting cold-related illnesses, from flu, to sneezing, and to pneumonia.I dragged myself out of bed at four in the morning. The first thing on my agenda was a hot shower to combat the cold. Shivering under the water, I couldn't help but reminisce about the warmth of Arizona. Oh, Arizona, that is just a place perfect for me. The sunny weather, the sights of the cliffs and deserts, hmm... How much I missed that place.Well... By 7 a.m., I was all dressed and ready to go. Mom, in her ever-loving and slightly overprotective way, had packed breakfast for me like some kid. It's quite funny; she still treats me like a kid, even though I'm 18 now and heading off to college. Well, I won't blame her, I'm all she had got. Dad left us when I was five, The bastard left without even looking back, we were probably a headache he wanted to cure. Well, I hear he has his business and is doing well for himself, but I don't give a fuck about his cursed ass.Mom came to me, kissed me on the forehead, then handed me the breakfast she had packed for me, then said her usual "go well" talk, "Take care of yourself, baby, do not look for trouble, and let trouble not come near you, focus on your studies, and not boys." I literally joined her in saying it word after word, it has become an anthem for her, and she will always say that to me whenever I'm leaving home.I arrived at the college campus, feeling like the new kid on the block, well, I was literally just the new kid on the block. The place was buzzing with students, most of them already forming little groups. I wondered if I'd ever get along, being an introvert means that I hardly make friends. I also wondered how I could find my way around. I knew I had a psychology class this morning, in hall 103, but with so many halls around, I had my doubts about locating it. So, I began my search, closely examining the wall numbers. I counted the hall as I walked past them. Hall 99, 100, 101, 102And finally, after some wandering, I found hall 103. I peeked inside before entering, relieved to see that it wasn't too crowded, I'd just faint if I had to walk in with boys looking at me, especially if they were handsome ones. I ventured in, scanning for a vacant seat, hoping to remain unnoticed. You see, I'm a chronic introvert, I literally run from friends, No wonder mom is my only best friend, but trust me, I can be quite the chatterbox once I'm comfortable with people.I sat on the vacant seat somewhere near the back, trying to blend in like a chameleon, but it might seem as though today was not the day to hide for me, because just when I was blending in, a boy walked in, he walked straight to where I was seated trying to hide from the eyes of others, he then took the seat behind me. He was undeniably handsome but had a certain femininity about him. I really do not find men without biceps sexually attractive, This dude was very handsome, but he lacked the essence of sexual attraction. Soon enough, our lecturer arrived, and her quirky humour put me at ease.She stood with the marker at the board, poised, looking at us, one after the other as if she was trying to get a head count. "This is the psychology class, I want to believe you are all here for this class. Feel free to leave if you think you are in the wrong class," she said and waited, still looking at us for a while, after seeing that no one got up, she took a purse for a while then sighed and said."Thank God, it's quite embarrassing to be that one person to leave because he or she is clumsy enough to be in the wrong class." We all burst into laughter. I had a feeling I'd enjoy this class.She went straight to the board and started writing, and we began taking notes, and that's when I realized my pen had run out of ink. I shook my empty pen, trying to magically make the inkless pen write. Frantically, I started searching my bag, searching everywhere as if I had any spare pen saved anywhere. But I was suddenly saved by the guy behind me, who seemed almost like a girl. He quietly placed a pen on my desk, and I turned to thank him with a cheeky wink. The timing was impeccable.As our teacher continued with her lecture, I found myself completely engrossed. But, in a moment of distraction, I noticed that I had the borrowed pen in my mouth, licking and sucking on it like those porn videos where one sexy girl sucks the dick of a super hot man. Mortified, I quickly brought it down, praying the owner hadn't seen me.When the class finally ended, I gathered my courage and turned to return the pen. However, he didn't say a word to me. Instead, he gave off a strange vibe, almost defensive when I called out to him to hand it back.As I handed over the pen, I couldn't help but wonder about this mysterious boy behind me. He was intriguing, and for some reason, I had a feeling that this chance encounter was the beginning of something unexpected in my college journey.Elena's POVA Family Thing We pull up to my house in under ten minutes, and I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car. Jayson follows closely, and before I make it to the front door, my mom opens it for me."Hey, mom," I say. She gives me a grateful smile and opens the door even wider to let me in. When she sees Jayson, her smile only grows. Evie begins to cry again, so my mom tells us she's going to check on her and leaves the two of us alone on the front porch."So... I had fun tonight," I say shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. It feels strange how it’s so easy yet so difficult to speak to him. I feel this tug to share how I feel with Jayson, but nerves still get the better of me."I had fun tonight, too," he says with a smile, and in that moment, I completely forget where I am. I forget that Evie is crying inside the house. I forget that my mom is right on the other side of the door. I forget that I'm standing on the front porch of my house, in the dark, with a gu
EmergencyElena's POVI quickly and ungracefully moved off of Jayson's lap, my face flushed with embarrassment as I slid back onto the bench to create some distance between us. His jaw tightened immediately, and his eyes shot daggers at the waiter, who seemed to freeze in place, trembling as he absorbed the force of Jayson's glare."We're still thinking; when we decide, we will call you," Raymond stated, his voice calm yet firm. His eyes, however, didn't waver from Jayson, as though silently warning him to keep his temper in check. The waiter swallowed hard, giving a brief, shaky nod before hurrying away, leaving our table shrouded in tense silence. Alex’s lips curved into a slight smirk, clearly entertained by the sudden interruption, while Raymond kept a wary eye on Jayson. Meanwhile, Jayson’s expression was a mask of barely restrained fury, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so worked up. Was my nickname for him, 'Grumpy,' truer than I realized? Could he really be this hot-h
Lust in His EyesElena's POVI bite my lip and turn to the menu, flipping through the pages. I'm on the page with the salads when Jayson puts his hand lightly over mine. "Order what you'd like, Elena." I was planning on ordering a salad, but not because I'm trying to be "thin" in front of Jayson or anything like that. I will proudly eat pounds of food in front of others and not be ashamed."Okay, I'll order what I really want if you promise not to make fun of me," I told him, and he tightened the hand gripping mine. "I will never judge you. Ever." He said"Okay. I was going to get the same thing as you, but every time I eat a burger, I make a mess."Jayson chuckles, and so do Raymond and Alex, reminding me that they're at the table too. I laugh with them as well. "No, I'm being serious, Jayson! Like, ketchup gets everywhere, the tomato never stays on the bun for longer than a few bites, and my hands get all greasy. Don't forget about the onions." I'm stopped by an amused Jayson as he
Blame GameElena's POV "Sorry for the delay. I got held up," I said, not willing to throw Alex under the bus. As much as I'm annoyed with him for making us 20 minutes late to dinner, I know he was just being a good friend; it wouldn't be fair if I put the whole blame on him.Jayson gives me a small grin. "It's okay; I know who's to blame." He looks across the booth, and I follow his eyes to see that he's looking at Alex with a knowing look.Alex throws his hands up. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault," he defends as he looks between Raymond and Jayson. Honestly, with the way he looks right now, it only confirms that it is entirely his fault. "Elena was wearing a crappy outfit, and I rectified the situation. So, you're welcome," he added, making that feminine thing of yours—trust me, Alex is way too feminine for me, even though I am the woman here.I know Alex is only joking, but a girl's got to defend herself at some point. "First of all, my outfit wasn't as 'crappy' as you put it.
Elena's POVA Perfect Double Date"Okay, okay! Hold your horses!" I grumble, wondering if Alex can hear my internal protests from his honking car. Rushing around my room, I spritz myself with perfume and snatch my things while Alex continues his relentless horn serenade. "Honey, your friend's impatient!" my mom hollers from the kitchen as if I didn't notice. I dash downstairs, bid a quick farewell to my mom, and head for the door."Wait! Elena, will I ever get to meet that handsome friend of yours again?" Mom's voice echoes after me."Eventually. I gotta run, though. He's ten minutes late," I exclaim, throwing a quick "Love you" to Mom before bolting out. I reach Alex's car, and yank on the passenger door handle, but it remains locked. "Alex," I say, knocking on the window. He rolls it down, eyes scanning me up and down.Alex opens the driver's side door and circles the car, muttering incoherently. What's he up to? We're already behind schedule! "Alex, we're running late! I don't want
Jayson's POVBetrayal By a FriendThe afternoon sun beat down with relentless intensity, its heated rays shimmering in the sky. In the lavish living room, myself and Raymond prepared for the much-anticipated lunch date with Alex and Elena. Dressed in my signature black leather jacket and dark glasses, I projected an air of enigmatic coolness, but beneath the facade, a storm of memories churned within.As we readied ourselves, Raymond, my steadfast friend, and Beta picked up on the subtle cues of turmoil. His swaggering approach, almost like a dance, was a silent invitation for me to unburden myself. "What's eating at you, man?" he probed, genuine concern etched across his features, his hand resting on my shoulder.My lips struggled to articulate the inner turmoil, but eventually, I muttered, "I'm good." The hollowness in my response couldn't escape Raymond's discerning gaze. Friends have a way of knowing, and my eyes betrayed the haunting memories that lingered.Stepping into the stre
Author's POVThe Rogue Alpha.Deep in the heart of Minnesota, where the wild meets the unknown, the echoes of distant footsteps resonated through the unforgiving wilderness. These weren't your casual footsteps; they carried the weight of something formidable, something primal, something straight out of a survival-of-the-fittest scenario. You could call it nature's unrivalled spectacle, laid out for all to witness.In the disturbed wood appeared a lone wolf, its fur as silvery as the moon's glow, it was on the run. It wasn't an ordinary jog; this was a race against death its elf. Behind it, a pack of relentless, ferocious wolves who were seriously giving it a run for its money, an adrenaline-pumping chase through the unforgiving wilderness, every fall. Every step gives this wolf more purpose to continue its run.But every passing moment seemed to shrink the gap between the hunted wolf and its heartless pursuers. But let's talk about fate for a second. It's about as unpredictable as you
Elena's POVThe ThugBefore I could finish getting dressed, I glanced at the clock and realized I was running late. Immediately, panic surged through me as I rushed to complete my morning routine. I quickly rushed to the kitchen to make my usual morning coffee, but mom already had it done, I was so glad, that I took it and gulped it, I had no time to sip and enjoy it, coming out, I found my mom in the living room, her gaze fixed on me in a rather unsettling way. It was as though she had been lost in some distant thoughts."Mom!" I called her, and she jumped back from wherever dream world she was in."Baby girl, you are done already," she said then looked at the clock. "Oh, it seems someone is already late," she said and I smiled nervously, I kissed her on the cheek and took the lunch she had prepared for me. I didn't like her packing up lunch for me anymore; it felt embarrassing for someone my age, but I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings. Yeah, not taking the food she packed for me w
Maria's POVThe Unspoken TruthSitting down in the cosy living room after packing Elena's lunch, I couldn't help but watch her as she carefully selected her outfit for the day. The morning sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow on her sweet features which was just the replica of the teenage me. My heart swelled with love for my daughter—my precious Elena. She is all I have in this world, being a single mom wasn't easy at all, especially in a society that often felt like a men's world. Elena had warned me against packing up lunch for her. "I am no longer a kid mom, and I am in college now." she will say. But what can I do? I guess it's true what they say about old habits dying hard. I just can't see myself stopping, nothing brings me more joy than making lunch for that rebellious daughter of mine.As I stood there looking at Elena, the thought of Paul sank into my head, she reminded me a lot about him, even though they shared no bloodline. We were supposed to
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