A Pause in the journey

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• Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.    A Pause in the journey

  I want to say thank you to everyone reading my book, I really appreciate it. I'm writing this note to let my readers know the next chapters will be on hold for now for some personal reasons, please forgive me for the delay but I promise to come back stronger and better, and so will the next chapters be, deeply emotional and connective. I have some updates for the next chapters, so stay in touch, stay ready. Love, and appreciate you guys.

• Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.    Chapter 8: Forgotten by her Pack

  A Sun Pack scout, taller than Kade, but slimmer, his cloak bearing that claw-split sun, cowers in the underbrush, speaking softly to someone hidden.His lips moved along his voice, low as a whisper but piercing as a bullet: “Jason demands she is alive .” My breath froze in my lungs, the words splitting through my ears to my bone. My head drooped down like someone who took a bullet to the head as I stared at the journal “He wants me…..alive?” I ask myself.“What for?” I asked again but this time to the lifeless journal "To skin my flesh, and shed my blood slowly, just as my cold-hearted stepfather, Gabriel said to my face in that low and piercing tone?”‘‘Yes’’ something whispered like a voice in the air, I raised up my head swiftly but there was nothing in sight, only a rustling sound from the underbrush.The scout had disappeared into the pines, my lips trembled in fear, I wrapped my hands around the journal trying to find solace, its pages a burden I cannot bear alone. I’m within

• Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.    Chapter 7: Shadow of a Father's Ghost

  Suddenly, a floorboard groans just outside my door drawing my attention upward. My heartbeat drumming, fingers reaching for the dagger as the stillness pulls in, tight as a bowstring. A scratch disrupts it, paper slipping through the gap beneath the door, a wrinkled message unfolding on the ground. I lunge, grabbing it, my hands shaking as I open it up. A single word, written in dark ink: ‘Traitor’. My breath ceased in my gut, the room sways as the word burns into my flesh. Who sent this message? Kade? Evelyn? Or is there someone else I have no idea of lying in wait?.The hilt of the dagger digs into my palm, but I could only feel my heart racing to my throat, I’m short on time, and they’re getting closer. The wrinkled paper ignites in my grasp, its lone word, “Traitor" a dagger turning in my stomach. And my chest a shield for my throbbing heart, as I sighted something familiar, the spellings are slant, these are Father’s writing, ripped from a journal I thought was long lost the

• Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.    Chapter 6: A Time To Break or Escape

  Kade’s broad shoulders stood tall, his chest pumped up, but it was not as frightening as his robust six foot frame that guarded my doorway like a fence. My heart thrummed rhythmically while I watched the torchlights shed dark shadows across his scared face, that Sun Pack tattoo, a sun split in the middle by a claw, sketched boldly like a caution on the side of his neck. One eye, cloudy and pale, fixed on me like a rooted tree, while the other glows with a bloodthirsty delight. “Jason has ordered that every step you take is being closely watched,” he grumbles, his voice raspy like stones scraping against a dry bone. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs, the dagger I gripped so tightly trembled in my strong hand, its blade glinting in the light yet seeming too little against his towering menace. He moved two steps nearer, leather squeaking, and something slips from his grasp, clattering to the ground, my Father’s pendant, the crescent moon now broken, tainted with a streak of di

• Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.    Chapter 5: Whispers of a Deathly Welcome

  Evelyn’s scream, unfiltered, enraged, extinguished like a flame, drives me down the staircase, my boots pounding the aged floor.My inflamed hand aches, Idle at my side, yet Father’s dagger jangles against my hip, a pulse of steel driving me forward. The hall stretches wide and vacant as I come to a halt, the torchlight dancing across the stone, the air dense with pine and something more intense, perhaps fear, or anger. A broken glass sparkles in Evelyn's regular place by the hearth, sharp fragments reflecting the light, with water gathering like blood. My breath catches, fear surging intensely in my chest. She was present, yelling, then vanished. Gabriel steps out of the darkness, his grin a mark of victory, silver-flecked hair tousled as if he’s been grappling with something untamed. "She’s slowly knowing her place," he tells, tone hushed and pleased, eyes sparkling as they meet my gaze. My stomach churns, what did he do? Injure her? Worse? I move ahead, my good hand clenched, b