Theda POV My astonishment mingled with disbelief as I grappled with the realization that the alpha, the man who had once loved me intensely, now sought to witness my fight for survival. It was a cruel twist of fate that shattered my previous perception of our relationship, leaving me questioning how things had come to this. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the Gammas forcefully made me kneel, their grip firm and unyielding. They swiftly blindfolded me, robbing me of my vision and plunging me into a world of darkness and uncertainty. With my sight taken away, my other senses heightened, and my heart pounded in my chest, a deafening drumbeat of anticipation. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the impending trial, unsure of what lay ahead but resolved to fight with every ounce of my being to survive. My survival mantra -'I can't die till my mother and brother are in good hands', kept ringing in my head. Seemed like a minute later, the piercing sound of the alarm

Theda POVMy eyes fluttered open, and I found myself lying on a stretcher in the Pack's clinic room. The throbbing pain in my wounded shoulder reminded me of recent events. I gingerly touched the bandaged area, grateful that my injury had been tended to. As my mind cleared, thoughts of Blake filled my consciousness. I wondered if he had gone to see the Alpha, driven by anger and frustration which was evident in his demeanor earlier. The uncertainty weighed heavily on me, adding to my already aching heart. I didn't want to be the reason for their argument. I feared the consequences of his confrontation, both for him and for their fragile relationship.Just then, the door swung open, and Blake walked into the room. The sight of his long face sent a pang of worry through my chest. Was their argument severe?"Blake?""I confronted Tyler," he said with an unpleasant tone, chewing his teeth. I attempted to sit up, wanting to hear the details of what had transpired, but Blake gently but f

Theda POVWas this real?I couldn't comprehend at that moment and I stood there, my gaze fixed on the note in my hand. The elegant handwriting on the paper matched the one I had come to recognize as the Alpha's. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me at this moment. I couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness coursing through my veins. As my eyes shifted from the note to the ointment bottle, a smile curved on my lips. The ointment was a thoughtful gift, a remedy for the minor injuries she had sustained during my recent encounters. It was a clear indication that Alpha Tyler still cared for my well-being. But my mind wandered, contemplating the reason behind the Alpha's sudden change. Was it because Blake promised to talk to him? Had Blake's intervention sparked a transformation within Alpha Tyler? The thought filled me with hope and excitement, causing a soft giggle to escape my lips. The next day, as I happened to pass by the packhouse, my eyes widened with joy wh

Theda POV "Alright then. Keep suffering as you wish, Theda." My heart sank as I listened to the Alpha's words. Each syllable pierced through me like a dagger, leaving me feeling utterly hopeless. The weight of his indifference settled upon my shoulders, pressing down with an unbearable force. As I stood on the precarious slab of ice in the basin, I could feel my very life force draining away. It was as if my blood had turned to ice, coursing through my veins with a chilling slowness. The frigid air bit at my exposed skin, causing my face and feet to turn a ghastly shade of blue. Desperation took hold of me, and I instinctively clutched the hem of my shirt over my jeans, as if clinging to it for dear life. I had to fight to maintain my composure, to gather whatever strength I had left. But how could the Alpha be so heartless? My mind screamed in protest. How could he disregard my suffering and not even allow me a moment of respite? The very thought of stepping down from the i

Theda POV My eyes fluttered open, and as I took in my surroundings, a wave of recognition washed over me. I realized I was in the clinic, the place where I had been brought after losing consciousness. Memories of how I had passed out flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder who had come to my rescue. Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door swung open, revealing Blake rushing into the room. A genuine concern was etched across his features as he approached my bedside, gently placing a hand on my still-chilled one. "Theda, you're awake," he exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. His concern was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his presence. As I glanced towards the she-wolf lingering by the door, Blake sensed my unspoken request and gestured for the assistant to leave, granting them privacy. The she-wolf quietly exited the room, leaving me alone with Blake. In response to his question about how I was feeling, my mind momentarily drifted