My entire existence has led to this moment, the day I finally put an end to this misery, the day I pay tribute to the sacrifices of my loved ones, the day I grant freedom to the human race. All it requires is a simple pull of the trigger. I desired this, worked tirelessly for it, but inexplicably, I find myself unable to complete the task. "Do it," Bas urged in a soft whisper, a gentle smile playing on his lips. How could he find solace in a moment fraught with tension? His eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge. Unable to contain the tears streaming down my face, I felt a flood of emotions. Sensing my hesitation, Bas delicately laid his hand on mine, guiding the gun closer to his chest. "I love you," he uttered to me. No, I couldn't endure this any longer. I shook my head, the pain becoming unbearable. "We do this in 1...2...3..." **** In a world where werewolves coexist with humans, Rebecca faces a daunting prophecy: she must become the mate of the infamous Alpha's son, Bas. Every century, the moon selects a human girl to fulfill this prophecy, destined to bear a child for her mate and then be sacrificed. But Rebecca refuses to accept her fate. Can she defy the prophecy and protect her loved ones, or will her rebellion lead to tragedy? And when she starts developing feelings for someone forbidden, what will the consequences be?
View MoreBas POVI stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen, my mind still a whirlwind of thoughts about Becca. The moment I entered, Iris greeted me with a warm smile."Great, you're here," she said, her tone light.I nodded, walking to the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools. "Where's Tom?" I asked, looking around the empty kitchen."He stepped out," Iris replied as she busied herself at the stove, fixing something for me to eat. After a few minutes, she placed a plate of food in front of me, the aroma wafting up and making my stomach growl."Thanks," I said, offering a small smile, appreciating her effort despite the heavy tension in the air.She nodded and took a seat across from me, sipping her water quietly. The room fell into a comfortable silence as I ate, the clinking of cutlery against the plate the only sound. I focused on the food, trying to ground myself and push away the chaos in my head.When I finished, I pushed the plate away and looked up at Iris. "Thanks,
Bas POV"Bas?" Iris's voice called out again, her tone insistent."Just a minute," I replied, my heart racing as I tried to collect myself. Becca scrambled off me and quickly began to redress. I took a moment to steady my breathing before approaching the door."Sorry," I said as I opened it, meeting Iris's gaze."I was wondering where you we—" Her words trailed off as she looked past me, her gaze falling on Becca. There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly masked by neutrality."Oh," she said, her voice carefully composed. "I didn't know you had company."I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of her scrutiny. "Uh, yeah," I mumbled, struggling to find the right words. "Becca was just... leaving."Becca shot me a quick glance, her expression unreadable. "Yeah, I should get going," she said, her voice strained.Iris nodded, her eyes lingering on Becca for a moment longer before she turned back to me.I watched as Becca walked away, feeling a mix of regret and frustration.
BAS POVI had intended to talk to her, to have a conversation about her growing closeness with my father and her reasons for the spy mission. But now, as she moved closer, I found myself unable to think clearly.I thought I was strong enough to finally be in a room alone with her, but here I was, fighting every urge not to pull her into my arms. The plan was to keep my distance because being close to her made me crazy. But when she accused me of making her feel like a disease, my walls crumbled. I had never intended to make her feel that way. If only she knew how desperately I fought with myself not to pull her close and take her right here and now."I can see it, Bas...the eyes never lie," she whispered, her hands slowly running down my bicep. My body shivered at her touch, and I couldn't help but stifle a groan. She was driving me crazy, and I was about to lose control.Her gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't look away. Her eyes were full of longing and determination. I watched as
Becca POVAt first, I moped in my bedroom, heartbroken by Bas's words. But as days passed, I realized that moping wasn't going to solve anything. I refused to believe Bas's cold words because his eyes told a different story. He loved me; something was just holding him back, and I was determined to figure out what it was."Great, you're here," Darius said as I walked into the pack house.Immediately, I felt Bas's gaze on me. I glanced at him, and our eyes met for a brief moment, revealing a sadness within him. Finally, we looked away from each other.I turned my attention to Darius, giving him a warm smile."She's been amazing," Darius said to Bas. "While you were away, Becca has been here, helping the pack."Bas's expression softened slightly, though he remained silent. I could see the conflict in his eyes. It was clear he was struggling with something. How long do you plan on hiding it."Thank you," I said, my eyes lingering on Bas, searching for any hint of warmth. He looked away, s
Bas POVDays had passed since my last conversation with Becca, but all I could think about was the hurt in her eyes. I had wanted to stay away, but the moment I sensed she was in danger, I had to step in. I had been gone for four years, and those years felt like torture without her. Some days were bearable, while others were so difficult that I had to find her, even if only to see her from afar.I missed her so badly that it took everything in me not to hug her. What held me back were her mother's words.With a sigh, I looked away and saw Aubrey approaching. Her eyes were filled with worry as she took a step closer."Are you okay?" she asked gently. "You've been like this ever since the graveyard.""I'm fine," I said, though my voice lacked conviction.She stepped closer until she was just inches from me, her hands slowly running down my bicep as she gazed into my eyes. "Bas, do you remember what I told you the day you saved my life?" she asked softly.The memories of our first encoun
Becca POV"Bas," I whispered, my eyes widening with shock as I took him in. Although I knew deep down he was around, seeing him here still felt surreal."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bas growled, glaring at Joe, his voice dripping with fury."I'm sorry," Joe stammered, his Confident melting away.Bas's grip on Joe tightened for a moment before he released him. "Get out," he commanded, his voice icy and firm.Joe didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled away, leaving just me and Bas standing amidst the silent graves.With a sigh, Bas turned to look at me. "You should leave," he said, his tone softer but still distant.I stood there in silence, staring at him. After four years apart, he looked as handsome as ever. His hair had grown a little longer, and he now sported a subtle stubble. He appeared more buff, his physique more defined than before. My eyes traced the lines of his body before returning to his face, meeting his gaze."That's all?" I asked, my voice trembling
Becca POV“Earth to Becca,” Lola said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.“Sorry,” I said, jolting back to reality.“Becks, please don’t tell me you're still worked up about what happened in that house,” Lola said, her eyes filled with worry.I looked away, unable to meet her gaze. After what happened at the house, I was certainso certainthat it was Bas. I went back the next day and the day after, but he never showed up. Could he be avoiding me? With a frustrated sigh, I ran my hands through my hair. “Lola, I’m certain it was Bas,” I said.Lola looked at me, her hands gently placed on my shoulders. “Becks, you barely saw anyone there. Are you sure it’s not a fragment of your imagination?”Imagination?I was certain it was Bas. How could she say that? Like I was some crazy person making things up.“I know what I’m saying. I... I may not have seen him, but I felt him,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion. “I know it’s Bas,” I repeated, more determined.“Okay,” Lola said, sha
Bas POVI shouldn’t be here, not now. I couldn’t afford to see her. After many years apart, I still longed for her, and that’s why I found myself in the bar. If I could only get a glimpse of her then, I’ll leave.I walked into the bar, the loud music filling the room with a throbbing beat. People were chattering, dancing, and drinking, creating a clamor of sound that seemed to fade into the background as I scanned the room. My eyes searched for her and only her.As always, she looked breath taking. I clenched my hands, trying my best not to walk over to where she sat and embrace her.And there she was, sitting alone at the bar.As always, she looked breathtaking. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail with two strands that fell to her face, framing it perfectly. Her eyes were focused on the drink she held, lost in thought. I wanted to walk over to where she was, pull her into a hug, and tell her how much I missed her, but I knew I couldn’t. I clenched my hands tightly, feeling
Becca's POV"Bas," I murmured as I jolted upright. Ugh, my head was pounding like a drum. I groaned, pressing my palms to my temples in a vain attempt to ease the pain."Oh great, you're awake," Lola said, walking in with a cup in her hand. Her cheerful tone was a stark contrast to how I felt."Here," she said, offering me the cup. "It might taste yucky, but I can assure you it's the best hangover cure."I took the cup from her, the smell hitting me so hard I almost gagged. "What is this?" I asked, my nose wrinkling. "It's best you don't know, just drink up," she said with a knowing smile. I glanced at the cup and then at her. If it wasn't the pounding sensation in my head, I would never have touched this drink.Slowly, I took a sip. The bitterness hit me immediately, but I forced myself to swallow."Ugh," I groaned, grimacing."Quite a night," Lola said as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching me with a mix of concern and amusement. "Do you remember what happened?"I closed my eye
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