Heather After Alex's uplifting visit from his school friends, a heavy silence descended on the room again. I sat holding his limp hand, my fingers drifted to the pendant hanging around my neck - the sealed gem that kept my wolf sealed. Lately I'd felt the her stirrings growing stronger, reacting to the distress of my cub being harmed. The wolf wanted to burst free and protect him, consequences be damned.But unleashing that side again after all these years carried immense risk. I'd run away from the pack and being rejected and accused it was the best I can do so I promise to start over. And leave that life for behind and with good reason. Letting the wolf could destroy the life I'd built here with my fake human family.Still, with Alex hovering at death's door, the temptation gnawed at me constantly. I'd do anything to save my child, even unleash the beast within. Surely no one could fault that choice?Kate and Aria came to visit me, they kept a worried eye on me as I wrestled with
AlexIt was all black then I start to drifted back to wakefulness, gradually becoming aware of hushed voices and a warm hand clutching mine. With great effort, I pried my eyelids open, squinting against the bright hospital lights. "Alex! Oh thank god!" Mom's tearful voice exclaimed. She leaned over me, face etched with joy and relief. My mind was hazy, but her familiar presence gave me strength."You're awake! We've all been so worried," Aunt Kate added, squeezing my shoulder gently. I gave a weak smile, moved by their loving concern.All my senses sharpened, I noticed an absence of the excruciating pain that had consumed me before everything went dark. Somehow my injuries had completely healed. I felt disoriented but surprisingly strong.The doctors seemed baffled by my rapid recovery. But Mom just smiled knowingly through her tears. "You're a fighter, my angel," she whispered, caressing my face. "I never lost faith."Mom cradled my face in her hands, eyes glistening with joyful tea
ArcherI came to school on Avery Friday just to hear the news spread that Alex had awoken from his coma. The halls were abuzz with excitement about his return and planning a big welcome back event. It made me want to vomit.Maria was there too, smiling again now that her dear friend was okay. I avoided her accusing glares, keeping my head down.In class, everyone babbled cheerfully about visiting Alex in the hospital, oblivious to my seething guilt. I should be rotting in jail, not strolling around free. Yet here I was, the invisible monster in their midst.My mother called, her usual platitudes now laced with relief. "See? All's well, no lasting harm done. We're in the clear." I remained silent, unable to shatter her desperate illusion. Nothing about this was right. But at least it was for my better good.I return home at least I know he is not dead. And I can feel a heavy wight raise off my shoulders. Freya was telling she'll leave because she finished her job. "Your mother says the
Alpha LucasI walked out of Mara's chambers after putting her back in her place for harming my property, I went to meet with Grandmother. No doubt she wished to scold me yet again for my "cruelty." That soft-hearted crone never did understand strength. I entered to find her scowling, ire raised at the news of my confrontation with Mara. "Have you lost all shreds of compassion, boy? Treating the mother of your child so callously?"I clenched my jaw, barely biting back an angry retort. "Do not lecture me about her. Mara forgets her station grandma, I simply reminded it." Grandmother's glare hardened. "You shame yourself and your people with this pettiness. Your honored Luna deserves respect, not to be cast aside!""Now, you would listen to what I said, I'm tired of all this your Nonsense of bringing different and more concubine every day." She warned, and I kept silent.Are you listening to me, you stobborn brat, is all that witch that made you into.." she barked but before I could
Luna MaraLucas stormed off in a rage, I turned to Grandmother worriedly. "He refuses to relent regarding Archer. We must take drastic action for the good of this family."Grandmother nodded pensively. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. If we cannot appeal to Lucas's compassion, we must find other ways to change his mind."We plotted escalating steps to make Lucas feel the consequences of his callousness. First we would pressure the pack elders to ostracize him. Next, threaten to undermine his leadership credibility with key allies. Finally, spread rumors that his own Beta Keegan plotted to overthrow him. "If he believes his power is slipping, he will see the need to reconcile with Archer to stabilize pack relations," I reasoned. Grandmother agreed this was our only remaining option to protect my son.But that evening, Lucas called me to his study, face like thunder. "Do not think your whispers have gone unnoticed, mate," he hissed. "You tread dangerous ground with this s
Archer I sat alone outside the den I'd been banished to, brooding in silence. Despite my stubborn pride, guilt gnawed at me. My fight with Alex had gotten out of hand. I hadn't meant to injure him so badly, but my temper took over. Father refused to let me come home because of last time to "teach me a lesson." Now I don't know what he's planning.Part of me wanted to rage and fight. But deep down I feared what Alex's parents might do. An eye for an eye - would they demand retribution against me to settle the score?Footsteps crunched toward me. I looked up to see my drug dealer Caleb approaching hesitantly. "Hey," he greeted me awkwardly. "Just wanted to check on you out here. Want more?""Hey, I'm fine for now." I answered with a straight face. "Also... I think I'll give you fair warning."I rose to my feet, suddenly alert. "Warning? About what?"Caleb shuffled his large paws looking serious. "Word is Alex's parents are on the warpath, demanding you be punished. They're telling t
67 HeatherThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me as I tied the apron around my waist, preparing for the morning rush at the cafe. Working here these past months had become comforting in its routine - the hiss of the espresso machine, regular customers chatting over their usual orders, the clink of dishes and murmur of easy conversation. In this quaint space I could almost convince myself I was just an ordinary woman, with an ordinary life. No tangled threads to unravel, no questions without answers, no nameless longing in my heart for someone lost to me."Morning Heather!" Aria chirped as she breezed in, all youthful energy and bounce. "Ready for the breakfast crowd?"I smiled warmly at my coworker, her cheerful demeanor proving contagious as always. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get that coffee brewing for our hungry patrons."We worked in sync, she preparing pastries while I arranged mugs and dishes. As the cafe owner, I get to work both in the office to take care of thi
68AriaI rose up from sleep with a headache."Urrgh." I rubbed my head. "What a shitty way to start my morning." I whispered.I quickly take a bath and dressed up to the cafe, Heather coffee usually soothe me up. As I walked to the Cafe. The early morning air was crisp as I made my way to the cafe, breaths puffing out in little white clouds. My boots crunched on frosty grass and fallen leaves, the only sounds breaking the stillness before dawn. I cherished these solitary walks under the peaceful blanket of night, before the buzz and bustle of the day began. In these tranquil moments I could gather my thoughts and prepare for the rush ahead.Unlocking the cafe door, I breathed in the familiar aromas - roasted coffee beans, cinnamon, fresh pastry dough. I flipped on lights and begun brewing a pot of rich dark roast, the gurgle and drip soothingly routine. Before long, my coworker and friend Heather breezed in, cheeks rosy from the chill. "Brr, it's gotten nippy out there! Perfect cu
And as he does so, he answers the question he literally forced me to ask while my moans and screams are confused with eachother. "No one else fucking wants you", his moves are so tight and almost forceful that I can't help but wonder how in the world he still has all that stamina. "It hurts", I moan as I try to reach for his waist and push again, but he slaps my hands away and grabs my boobs. "Didn't you want it hard? I'm doing just that, or do you want me to leave? Did you have a change of mind?" His fingers are giving my nipples the tightest pinch they've ever gotten and his palms remain firmly pressed on my breasts. "You'll barely be able to walk when I'm done", he pauses as I start to feel his manhood harden and pulsate inside of me. Dripping hot precum also starts to coat my inside and mix with my wetness as he continues his movement. "And you know what will happen when I'm done?", through my glassy eyes, I notice the smirk on his face, "I'll take you again and again a
Heather With Mara gone, the estate felt peace and calm, like the storm had passed. Some funny thing is no one grieved over Mara's death, even though she was once the Luna. Even her son, Archer. Lucas never loved her in the first place. He softened to me and more wary of letting fear rule him. Our bond emerged stronger for enduring the trial. Together Lucas and I slowly mended torn relationships throughout the pack, reassuring all of our peaceful intentions. Keegan’s wisdom and discretion proved invaluable in maintaining stability through the transition. And Alex’s calm strength gave me courage when threats of fresh dissent arose. He would make a fine leader someday, if we could break the bleak cycle of suspicion and isolation. Archer remained more inscrutable, keeping his own counsel for a time. But Alex's tireless faith seemed to gently erode his walls. And seeing Lucas choose unity over vengeance clearly gave him much to ponder internally. I hoped in time the seeds of healing
Archer's POV The commotion in the hallway drew everyone's alarmed attention from the dinner table. Shouts echoed, then Keegan appeared supporting mother's distressingly still form. Dark blood stained her robes and face."What has happened?" Father demanded, rushing over with the others. But none needed ask as the gruesome truth became painfully clear. Mother had taken her own life, reasons unknown. An icy void opened within me. I know why. She chooses this for herself.In the chaotic hours that followed, I retreated numbly to the solitude of the grounds, tormented by guilt and questions. What had driven the proud Alpha female to such an extreme end? She had appeared the very picture of health mere hours before at dinner. Nothing made sense.Over the next harrowing days, the murky circumstances came to light under Keegan's discretionary investigation. Among mother's things he uncovered incriminating letters - one for father pleading again to cast out Heather before she destroyed him.
MaraBitterness churned within me as Lucas welcomed Heather back so readily after all the grief her disappearance caused. She had stolen his affections from me long ago with her bewitching powers, and now the spell was cast anew despite my warnings. Lucas was blind in his obsession once more.I would not let her destroy my son again. Since reasoned arguments proved futile, more duplicitous means were required. I slipped tiny portions of monkshood tincture each day into Heather's wine at dinner, under guise of graceful hospitality. Just enough to make her sickly, not draw suspicion. Soon parallel symptoms began appearing in my soft-headed son as well - fatigue, headaches, fits of anger. But it was necessary collateral damage to free him from her toxins. Once weaned off her presence, Lucas would regain his senses. I remained vigilant for any opportunity to administer larger, more disfiguring doses when the time was right.But fate conspired against me when Archer noticed his ailing fat
LucasThe long road of recovery thereafter was its own grueling nightmare. My own weakness disgusted me. But Heather and Alex stayed steadfast through every faltering step, humiliation, and defeated curse. Their faith fueled me like oxygen to resume the fight each day. Leaving the bleak hospital at last to continue healing surrounded by family brought profound peace. Despite my grandmother's lingering wariness, she and Mara welcomed Heather back graciously. The circle had held through our darkest hour.My body gradually mended, though the leg brace and cane still left me reliant on others' assistance shamefully often. But Heather never allowed me to slip into despair, staying bright and gently scolding when I cursed my feeble condition too harshly. Her inner light sustained me, even through my blackest moods.Alex too helped ease the restlessness, smiling encouragement through each halting mile walked together around the grounds. In his eyes I glimpsed again the heroic father I had p
Heather Everything happened so fast - the gun, Lucas diving to shield me, the deafening crack of the shot. Then Lucas crumpling heavily to the floor amidst the chaos, dark red blooming across his chest. The scream trapped in my throat escaped as a shattered gasp. I rushed to Lucas's side with Alex, pressing my hands desperately against the gushing wound. Lucas's face had gone pale and slack, barely conscious. "No no no, stay with me!" I begged him. Our surroundings faded away, Ian's deranged shouting, the sirens outside, everything but Lucas's dimming eyes locked on mine. "Heather...forgive me..." he rasped faintly, each word clearly agonizing. His hand found mine, grip feeble. "Tell...Alex..." "Shhh don't speak, save your strength!" I pleaded, tears blurring my vision. But his eyes slid closed, body going limp. "Lucas! Lucas please!" My broken sobs echoed in the sudden quiet.Everything after became a hellish blur - police and paramedics storming in, Ian screaming threats and cu
LucasRage boiled through my veins as Richard tried to hit their car. I watched Keegan speed off with Heather. And I feel at ease. That damned snake Richard had nearly killed her! If I had arrived seconds later...I cut off the chilling thought, forcing icy composure over the maelstrom inside me. Now was not the time for blind fury. Richard remained barely conscious at my feet, helpless prey awaiting judgment. I could make his death agonizingly slow, wring every scream from his worthless hide... But no. That was the old madness. I would not sink to his level, however deserved such vengeance might be. Death would come by my hand swift and clean. The serpent had stolen too much time from me already.I hauled Richard up by his torn shirt, claws piercing through the thin fabric to dimple his skin. He peered at me with dazed yet defiant hatred. "You should have stayed dead, snake," I rumbled. My hand flexed, ready to shred his throat out in one vicious stroke. This would finally be fini
71 Heather's POV:My head spun as Keegan wove the disturbing tale of Ian's - no, Richard's - true identity and motives. The friend I had trusted so implicitly was merely using me as a pawn in some toxic feud with Lucas. And now he was regaining dangerous lucidity in the backseat, malice smoldering in his eyes."Just focus on the road ahead," I told Keegan, trying to ignore Richard's presence behind us. I clutched Alex's hand like a lifeline. We were so close now to real freedom. I refused to let Richard's poisonous schemes drag us back under. Not this time. Alex gave my hand a determined squeeze, meeting my gaze steadily despite the fear in his eyes. My brave boy. We would face whatever came next together. I offered him a reassuring smile before turning to Keegan."What's the plan once we get some distance?" I asked, keeping my tone low. Keegan's brow creased in focus as he navigated busy streets. "I have contacts out of state who can help get you set up with new identities and pap
Keegan Getting inside proved simple once Ian was safely unconscious - the wards recognized his signature and granted entrance readily. Moving cautiously, I followed the scent trails further inside until I located Heather and Alex in a barren side room. They both startled violently at my entrance with Ian's body slung over my shoulder."Keegan!" Heather gasped out, shock and alarm widening her eyes. "What are you doing here? What's wrong with Ian?" She started to rush over but I halted her with an upraised hand. "Please, I beg you to hear me out Heather. Ian is only sedated, so I could speak freely." I lowered Ian's limp form to the floor. "There are truths you need to understand before this goes any further."Alex moved in front of his mother protectively. "Truths? More like Lucas sent his lackey here to drag us back!" His young face hardened. "Well you can forget it, we're never going near him again."I held the boy's glare evenly. "I know you have no reason to trust me. But neithe