[The Results] SEBASTIAN Bryanna’s gaze flickered from face to face, waiting for my response. Her brows furrowed, and her lips pressed together. “Alpha Sebastian?” My eyes darted to meet hers, unsure of what to say. What could I say? I permitted Grace to adopt Bryanna because she had no family in the pack. What was there to say now her real mother was back in her life? I wanted to ease her mind a little, but nothing I could say would serve either of them. “Bryanna, I’m not sure what else I can say besides I’m sorry,” I stated. “I authorized Grace and her mate to adopt you because I was under the impression your parents had died when I accepted you into my pack. Thus, giving you a second chance at a family and a home.” “But my mom is not dead,” Bryanna retorted. “She’s right here.” “Yes, and I understand you want nothing more than to pick up where you left off, but what about Grace? What about Davidson? They’ve been there for you all along. Do you not care how they would feel?” “
[No Number of Apologies Will Suffice]SEBASTIAN>Since Sierra’s attack, I’ve seemed to have fallen into a perpetual routine. I sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with a purple jewelry box, rolling it between my fingers, the anguish of her absence deepening by the second.Inside the box was an amethyst ring. I had purchased it weeks before Sierra’s birthday, intending to propose. But all I did these days was take the box from its hiding place, open it, and sigh at the ring.This should not be our way of life. I promised her happiness and love. While I might have given her all the love I had, why was it impossible to provide her with the happiness she deserved? We should’ve been laughing. Having fun and making plans for the future, while not knowing what could happen. Instead, I sulked and growled at the world while she lay in a coma in a hospital bed.It wasn’t customary for wolves to marry, simply because the mates the Moon Goddess designated for us were our life
[Awakened II] SEBASTIAN “Trust me, Angel. Arianne will never hurt you again.” I gritted through clenched teeth. The rage surging inside me burned ten times hotter than the sun for what Arianne had done. She should count her blessings because when I get my hands on her... “I assure you; Arianne will get what’s coming to her.” Sierra pulled out of the hug, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Her face sported a determination I saw back when her uncle was after her. “I don’t want you to kill her, Sebastian.” Despite how softly she spoke, her resolve was evident in every word. “It’s not worth having her blood on your hands.” She caressed my cheek lovingly, gazing intently into my eyes. I lowered my head to meet her lips, expecting her to kiss me. Instead, she rubbed her nose against mine. “Besides, I have a bone to pick with her, not you.” Gratifyingly amused, I kissed her lips, forehead, and each cheek, grinning like an idiot. “Gosh, if only you knew how much these past two months withou
[I’ll Always Come Back To You] SIERRA I lay beside him on the bed, listening to the steady drumming of his heart. It was all so much clearer now. All the sounds once lost on me when I was a mere human. Now, as a werewolf and no longer a weakling, everything was just there. The fragrant air of dawn flooded in through the open balcony doors from the surrounding foliage. Add that to the animals scurrying about, searching for their prey to eat, and the birds singing their impossibly joyous songs. Even the sensitivity of last night’s lovemaking was beyond anything any human ever experienced. It was all so wonderful, unexpected, and, yes, magical. Sebastian stirred, his eyes fluttering open. A smile flashed across his face. “A guy could seriously die of happiness waking up to a beauty like you,” he whispered. “Morning, handsome,” I murmured, running a finger up and down his chiseled chest, loving the way his skin felt under my touch. “Hmm. How’d you sleep?” “Incomparable to the last
[Disappointment I] SIERRA I had my luggage packed and ready to go. Although this visit was long overdue, I couldn’t help but feel that leaving wasn’t the greatest option right now, especially given how Sebastian and I had left things. While he did not oppose my leaving—as he so emphatically stated—I felt horrible for even wanting to go. Not that I wouldn’t return; I would. It was just that leaving felt risky as if something might go wrong. “Maybe I should wait a few more days,” I said as Sebastian followed me to the car. “After all, I recently woke up from a coma. It’s not like she’s expecting me, is she?” “Angel, I’m not making that decision for you. Don’t forget, it was only an hour ago you wanted to bite my head off for this exact reason.” He threw the bag on the backseat and closed the door, turning to face me. “I know, which I apologized profusely for. But Sebastian, I can’t help this disturbing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’ve been awake for what, two days? Compared
[Making Plans I] ZAIDEN “Cassidy, what’s the matter?” I said, rushing to her side. My voice echoed in the room a little louder than I intended. “I came as quickly as I got your message.” My voice drew her attention. From her curled-up position on the couch, Cassidy peered up at me with bloodshot eyes. Given her disheveled state, red and swollen nose, and tear-stained face, I’d say she’d been crying for some time. The moment her eyes met mine, her cries grew louder and more intense. Somehow, seeing me caused a release, a rush of despair that overcame her. “Is this why you called me here?” I asked, glaring at her trembling form. She shook her head, dry-heaving, and sniffling. No words left her trembling lips. “Look, unless you’re going to tell me why you asked me here or what triggered this meltdown, I need to get back to what I was doing.” My lips pressed into a tight line, whereas my heart did backflips at the sight of her. My fury toward her for summoning me here, only to watc
[Disappointment II] SIERRA Within those fleeting minutes, standing there unmoved, saying nothing, I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I never expected this moment to be so awkward as silence and surprise hung over us both like something grim. With my heightened senses, I could hear the way her breathing faltered in anticipation, while she steadily teetered on her heels. After another few seconds of silence, everything started moving again. My mother was the first to avert her gaze as she closed the door and dropped her keys on the table, still refusing to say anything to me. I couldn’t tell you what a thrill it was to see her, but I fear that excitement was one-sided. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, trailing behind her as she walked past me and into the kitchen. She slipped her handbag from her shoulder and dropped the two brown paper bags of groceries onto the countertop. “What would you like me to say, Sierra?” She retrieved a pot from the cupboard, filled it with
[Second Attempt]SIERRAThe middle-aged woman behind the desk flashed a grin and rose from her chair when she heard my voice. “Welcome to the Maddox Resort, Mrs. Maddox. We’ve been expecting you.” She took a step forward and slid a card toward me. “We’ve assigned you to the presidential suite, per your husband’s request. It provides a wonderful backdrop view of the city,” added Lynette—as written on her name tag.Sebastian went all out. I wasn’t sure whether he intended to impress me or if he just wanted my first visit here to be memorable. Still, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about it. There was nothing wrong with staying at a posh hotel or staying in a regular suite rather than a penthouse, although a normal suite would’ve sufficed.“We serve breakfast at 7:30 a.m., lunch at noon, and supper at 6:30 p.m. Please let us know if there is anything else you require or if the room isn’t to your liking,” she explained and added, “Our aim at the Maddox resort is to make our guests feel at
[This Is Not The End] ARIELLA It took us a while to get there, but it was a pleasant walk. The trees were all in full bloom, and it smelled delightful. As we walked, I started feeling a little better. I felt lighter and happier. He was right, though. I didn’t need to worry about him. He was fine. And if he wasn’t, I would be there to take care of him. We reached the stream, and it was gorgeous, surrounded by a ring of tall redwoods and the sun setting behind them. The water glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Yeah,” I agreed. I sat on the edge of the stream, watching the ripples in the water as the gentle breeze stirred the surface. Malik lay on his back next to me, his eyes closed and a contented expression masking his features. “I could get used to this. The tranquility here is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.” I rested my chin on my shoulder, watching him, feeling the butterflies flutter with glee in my stomach. Immediately, I felt better than I
[Memories] ARIELLA “I have a better idea,” I murmured as I studied the guard. “Instead of repeating everything to my father, why don’t you tell him yourself? Or, even better, have my mother look into your memories.” “Look into my memories?” Malik’s brow quirked in question. “How is she gonna do that?” I flashed him a smile, confident in my plan. “Here’s what hunters don’t know about my mom. Unlike the other wolves, my mother was born a witch from another realm. A realm where only witches, wizards, and mages existed.” “That’s, uhm... that’s something,” Malik acknowledged, the wheels in his head clocking overtime as he processed the information. “Yeah, so recently I learned my mom has this cool ability to see people’s memories,” I explained. “Lucky for me, I was born with a similar power. Mine is to see the outcome of major events. At least that’s what I think. Which was how we had known to expect another attack.” “From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about y
[A Favor] ARIELLA “All right, I can do that. I’ll tell you everything once you promise to do something for me in return.” He nodded, continuing to eat. “What will that be?” “I just need to know my family is okay. My cousin Amanda, the one I was here with recently, is pregnant. My mom is sick and—“ “Say no more,” I chimed in, cutting him off. “It is mainly my fault you are in this cell. Had you not been my mate—although you could’ve died in battle—you wouldn’t have been here.” He stopped chewing, looking at me with intense curiosity. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what I need you to do for me or the time to think it over?” I shook my head. “I doubt it’ll be worse than you locked in a cell.” “Okay.” He gave a brief chuckle. “I think this will be the first time I ever requested a favor from a wolf—a favor for a former hunter.” “A favor from your mate,” I corrected, which made him smile. “I will check on your family, Malik. If they’re okay, I’ll come back and tell you, an
[Debatable] ARIELLA Infuriated, hands balled into fists, nostrils flared, and hatred burning in my eyes, I stormed after my father. “Was locking him away seriously necessary?” I called out, trying to catch up with my father’s long strides. “He proved he was a wolf, yet you locked him away anyway, like some rabid dog.” Ahead, my father stopped and turned halfway towards me, leveling a look that said he’d heard enough. I had crossed the line and was making things worse. “I have to be sure he’s not an imposter, a hunter pretending to be a wolf. It’s like Alpha Declan pointed out. Nobody knows what made him a wolf.” I shook my head in disgust. “Malik did nothing wrong. He’s not some test used to see how well we can protect our pack.” “You’ve got no clue what you’re talking about,” Dad said, returning to his earlier pace. “There’s a lot to do. I suggest you focus on that before you join your mate in the cells.” “Ugh!” I let out an angry growl and kicked a small stone in my path, sen
[Not A Threat II] MALIK The moment I saw her face when I awoke after blacking out earlier, I realized how grateful I was to still be alive, even as a werewolf. Not just that. I also understood the severity of this werewolf bond Owen had told me about. The bond was more than just a physical connection. It was also both emotional and spiritual. It sure would take some getting used to. The love and concern in Ariella’s eyes, despite her efforts to hide it, told me she was also thankful I was alive. She was worried about me and hoped I would be okay. Little did she know how much effort it took not to kiss her then and there. Then, suddenly, the world got quiet. The wind rustling trees, the birds tweeting, and the insects chirping all stopped. Her breath was in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and steady. For a split second, my body froze, and my heart stopped beating. Just for a second, but once my body registered what was happening, it was everything and nothing like I imag
[Not A Threat] ARIELLA I placed my hand on his chest and willed him to wake up. His skin was warm to the touch, but he didn’t stir. I glanced around frantically, trying to find something to help him. My eyes landed on a large tree branch lying on the ground a few feet away. On my feet in seconds, I grabbed it and ran back to his side. I placed the branch under his arm and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but it was gushing blood. I had to do something, and fast. Or he would bleed out. Ripping off a piece of my shirt, I tied it around the branch, hoping it would stem the flow of blood. Thank the goddess, it had the desired effect. The blood slowed to a trickle. “El!” Abby screamed behind me, her heavy footfall letting me know she was running towards me. “Over here.” I shouted, never taking my eyes off my mate. I stripped off my belt and wrapped it around his arm, compressing the wound. “Oh, thank goodness!” she said as she knelt down next to me. “What the hell happened?”
[Is This The End?] DECLAN We marched further into the woods, where we came across a small camp. From where I stood, ten clicks away, I could smell the faint scent of death. As I approached, I noticed the bodies of several wolves, burned and bloody, lying in the dirt. I pulled out my bow and approached with caution, trailing behind the group. I held my breath as we stepped over the dead bodies. In an instant, my body grew tense as I scanned the area, trying to discern what had taken place at the camp. My fingers tightened around my bow out of reflex. “Are they all dead?” someone murmured in a low voice. “It looks that way,” I replied, my tone grim. “We have to be careful; whatever or whoever did this could still be out there.” My men nodded and followed me through the camp, their guns drawn. They found the bodies of several hunters, but no sign of what had killed them. A stillness hovered in the air, as if all life had been sucked out of this place. I peered into a nearby tent,
[Waiting Impatiently] DECLAN I set my jaw and drummed my fingers against my leg. You could hear the tension in the air. Over the last twenty minutes, my troops and I had been waiting in my parents’ old cabin for the hunters. I recall my parents taking me here as a child. When things were quiet on the pack lands in the summer, we’d come up here, and I’d spend hours in the lake five clicks north of here. Though I didn’t want to sully those fond memories of them by utilizing the cabin as a hideout during the war, it was the only accessible spot where we would be safe and keep an eye out for the hunters closing in on the pack. Hopefully, my parents wouldn’t be angry at me for using it other than as a vacation home. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my anxiety rise. I felt out of control, waiting for something awful to happen to my pack. I tried to tamp down my fear and focus on what we needed to do. All this panicking had me wondering if this was my last day alive. Since Jasper to
[Betrayal] MALIK I took the western route when Ariella and her companion were out of sight, heading toward the location where I knew the hunters would camp. I needed answers for this betrayal, despite the existence of a treaty between the two species. Trekking over fallen logs and broken twigs, I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. I quickened my pace as I drew closer to the location, scanning the forest around me for any signs of movement. My heart thumped as I finally spotted the camp, its tents distinguishable among the trees. Owen emerged from the tent. He dialed something on his cell and pressed it to his ears. “Gil, it’s Owen. Bruno reported he saw four wolves heading your way. He said Malik killed Titus to protect a she-wolf and another wolf.” He said, frowning. “Yeah, I believe it’s her,” Owen answered after a minute, his voice slightly hushed. I froze, my stomach dropping to the ground. He paused, his frown deepening. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “