As I glide through the grand porch of the mansion, my every step echoes with the weight of my arrogance. My sleek dress trails behind me, a cascade of bloody red silk, matching the depths of my eyes that sparkles with a cruel amusement. Hugh and Anastasia stand by the entrance, their gazes trailing after me with disdain and discomfort. Yet, I barely spare them a glance, my smirk widening as I relish in their discomfort. The Omegas offer to escort me but I pay them no mind. I just walk past them and make my way towards the dining area where the dinner will obviously happen. With a flourish, I settle myself into one of the ornate chairs, my posture exuding an effortless grace through the walled mirror. I watch with barely concealed amusement as Alpha Primo, Luna Cersei, Hugh, and Anastasia join me at the table, each wearing a facade of composure that thinly veils the tension simmering beneath the surface. The air continues to crackle with palpable animosity, yet I remain untouched
HUGH’S POV: As the evening sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns of mom and dad’s sprawling mansion, tension crackles in the air like static electricity. My heart hammers in my chest as I sprint across the cobblestone path, my strides fueled by desperation and fear. Behind me, mom and dad and Anastasia. Ahead, Yvanna stands at the threshold of one of the cars parked in the driveway, her silhouette framed against the fading light. In her arms, she passes Zachary to Christy who manages to get into the car first. “Yvanna!” I call out.She still doesn't turn back, and still doesn't even spare a glance in my direction.My steps falter as I reach her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yvanna, don't do this. You can’t just take my son away from me."But Yvanna remains unmoved, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she steps into the car. She shuts the door close with aggression. Then, the engine roars to life, drowning out my protests.I’m tempted to r
The air keeps getting thicker and heavier with tension, suffocating me and the others. I’m still on the edge of my bed, my distress still palpable as I stare into the void, my mind still swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anastasia’s head is gently resting on my rigid shoulder, her arms wrap around my weakened form. Across the room are mom and dad, their faces etched with lines of worry and sorrow. They too, like me, are shocked and refuse to easily believe Yvanna’s revelation, that’s why they demand another confirmation, which is more likely another blow to our already shattered hopes and dreams. I know that we’re all grasping for straws, still, I wait with the tiniest hope in my heart for the medical records to be authenticated. After some moments of agony, there’s a knock on the door, then it creaks open, and the pack's Chief Beta enters, his countenance mirroring the anguish that hangs heavy in the room. In his hands, he’s clutching the medical records, his steps hesi
The air crackles with a deadly kind of tension as I, my muscles coiling like springs, stand at the threshold of my bedroom. The weight of impending battle presses upon me, a burden I bear with grim determination. Anastasia, her eyes shimmering with worry, clutches my arm, her touch a lifeline in the storm of chaos that threatens to engulf us. "Stay here, Anastasia," I say, my voice low but firm. Anastasia's lips part, a protest poised on the tip of her tongue, but before she can speak, she pulls me close, her lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss. It’s a silent plea, a testament to our love amidst the turmoil of the upcoming war. "Be careful," she whispers as we break apart. “Promise me you'll come back, safe and sound." My gaze softens. "I promise. No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you. I swear it." With one last glance, I tear myself away from her embrace, my heart heavy with the weight of temporary farewell. In a swift motion, I transform into my wolf form, the
I, my fur bristling with anticipation, move with a predatory grace, my narrow eyes fixed only on Dwight. Dwight, his own lupine form tense and poised, never falters under my deadly glare, in fact, he enjoys it with a steely determination. Around us, the air crackles with tension as some wolves watch with bated breath, knowing that any interference will be met with swift reprisal from both sides. This is a battle that has been a long time coming, a clash of wills that can only be settled in blood. As me and Dwight draw closer, the tension in the air escalates further, each step bringing us nearer to our inevitable confrontation. There are no words between us, no need for explanations or apologies. Only the primal instinct to survive, to emerge triumphant at any cost. "You think you can defeat me, uh?" Dwight's voice is low and dangerous, a rumble of thunder on the horizon. "You still refuse to acknowledge that I’m more capable of being the leader of this pack than you are. I’m alwa
ANASTASIA’S POV: I stand in the center of the room, my heart restless, my hands clasped tightly, my pacing steps echoing off the opulent walls. Scattered around me, Gammas in their formidable wolf forms, mirror my anxiety, their eyes darting to the locked door at every sound that reaches their keen ears. Muffled voices and the shuffle of footsteps outside the door sends a shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I step back, my gaze flickering to the protective circle of wolves. Their fur bristles, low growls rumbling in their throats as they position themselves between me and the potential threat lurking beyond the threshold. Then, a voice, neither calm nor menacing, pierces the tense silence. "Open the door! Alpha Hugh is here!" My breath catches in my throat, tears of relief and apprehension welling in my eyes. With a trembling hand, I gesture for the wolves to unlock the door. The heavy door swings open, revealing a sight that makes my heart lurch. There, borne between two imposi
My dreams dance on the edges of my consciousness, a haze of warmth and comfort wrapping around me like a cocoon. But as something soft caresses my face, gentle and soothing, I stir from my slumber, blinking against the intrusion of light. My vision adjusts slowly, revealing the silhouette of a figure bathed in sunlight, a familiar scent and soft chuckles drifting towards me. "Hugh?" I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. "You're awake now?""I am," comes the gentle reply, accompanied by the sound of movement. "Sorry I've woken you up."My heart skips a beat as I jolt into a sitting position, my eyes wide with disbelief as I take in the sight before me. There, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, is Hugh, his form tangible and real, a living, breathing presence that banishes the shadows of doubt that has haunted my dreams. Though bandaged and bruised, he’s awake, his eyes meeting mine with relief and gratitude.Tears well in my eyes as I throw myself into his arms, my embrace fierce with t
I awake to the gentle caress of dawn's first light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Stretching lazily, I push myself upright and rub the sleep from my eyes. Today holds the promise of both hope and uncertainty, like always, a tangled web of emotions that leaves my heart heavy yet determined.I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool tiles beneath my feet. As I stand, I glance at the mirror, my reflection staring back at her with apprehension and resolve. Today, Hugh has decided to talk to Yvanna once again about Zachary’s custody, and as his mate, as the mother of his future child, I have to stand by his side. I know Yvanna won’t be happy seeing me with Hugh, but I have to be strong too. Quickly, I moved through my morning routine. I brush my long, dark hair until it gleams in the morning light, then carefully apply just enough makeup to enhance my features, before putting on my new glasses which Hugh gifted to me.Dressed in si