Was the Alpha standing before me Ares's father as well? I was shocked at the thought. No, no, it could not be. Perhaps his father was a different Alpha, not the heartless wolf standing before me.
The more I wanted Ares and I to have different fathers, the more I noticed how similar the Alpha's features were to Ares's and mine. I was convinced that Ares was my brother and not my mate. I clenched my teeth, trying to wipe away the horrible thought, not wanting it to be true. Ares could never be related to a monster like him.
"You are safe, now," Alpha Logan said. He was clueless that I was his daughter or of the wrong he had done in the past.
I did not move, not caring that he could see my nakedness. I continued to stare at him. Anger had started to bubble up inside me, building within like an endless tower as I thought about the horrible and painful life he had made me endure because he could not control his penis.
"Come," he said, and stretched out his
Days came and went since he'd been at that strange place surrounded by thick white fog. He tried to find a way out, but every attempt he made was unsuccessful. He kept returning to the same spot—the rock, next to the large stream. Where was he? He sat naked on a large rock beside the stream, staring at the large body of water while his mind drifted off. He held both of his knees to his hard chest and closed his dark eyes, remembering what had happened before he'd found himself in that place. Was he dead? Was he at the place where the soul of the dead wandered? If he was among the dead, why was he alone? Shouldn't there be others like him there who had passed away? He did not know what to think anymore. Being there for such a long time, he thought he was losing his mind. "Ha!" he raised his head and screamed in anger. He could see nothing but thick white fog around him. He rested his head on his knees while pressing them to his chest. His long,
I sat up, finding myself still in bed. I was so disappointed that I had fallen asleep. I looked around the room, seeing I was alone, and rolled out of bed. How could I have slept so late? I was angry with myself. I ran my hand through my head of thick red hair, remembering the pink liquid my father's Luna had given me for my sore throat. It must be the reason that I had overslept. The bedroom door opened slowly and the Luna entered with a silver tray on which there was a sandwich and juice. "You are finally awake," she said, with a bright smile on her face, causing me to admire how beautiful she was. I watched her as she gracefully walked toward me and gently placed the silver tray on the small bedside table. "Thank you for your help, but I can't stay here any longer," I told her. "Where are you going now?" she asked me, looking surprised at my words. "I have to get to Spicy Groove," I told her. "It's too late to leave now," sh
Frightened by his strange behavior and the terrible condition he was in, I raised one of my feet and kicked him the hardest I could in his gut. He released me and I ran and screamed for help, hoping Francine or her mate could somehow hear me. "You son of a bitch," I heard him say, growling loudly in pain. I ran for my life. Before going very far, I felt my long, red hair being pulled from behind. "Let go of me!" I shouted at him, as he dragged me back toward him and pushed me against the hard bark of a tree, preventing me from escaping. My body jerked and my back hurt from his hard push. "You are a fucking poison; that's what you are," he said angrily. "Ever since you have been freed from that cell you ruin everything for everyone who comes close to you." "Let me go!" I shouted at him, while I twisted my body, trying to free myself from him. He held me tighter, and again squeezed my neck, causing me to feel every nail o
His eyes widened when he recognized me, and he hurried to me. Still in pain, I slowly went to meet him. He wrapped his strong hard arms around me the minute he got close to me. I sobbed quietly in his arms, feeling safe. Alpha Christian gently removed my head from his hard muscular chest and raised it to his handsome face. He stared worriedly into my eyes. "What happened?" he asked me, while he stared at the ugly mark Josh had engraved on my right cheek, then at my head which was no longer covered by my long, curly red hair. I lowered my head and cried while he cradled my face between his warm hands. "My mate did this and I killed him," Emma said, sadly, and started to sob loudly, throwing herself to the ground. "He is dead. He is dead, and I killed him," she kept saying, as if she was going insane. I cried harder when I heard her crying in her grief. Hearing what had happened, Alpha Christian lifted me in his arms and carried me into
My heart raced and my eyes widened when I heard what the man outside had said. I stood closer behind Alpha Christian, never letting go of his hands. I felt nervous about meeting him again, since he knew that I was his daughter and not some sad, weak she-wolf he'd saved. Suddenly I felt Alpha Christian turn his upper body. I raised my head and our eyes met. He questioned me without words. I shook my head. As we continued to gaze into each other's eyes, I saw a great worry in his eyes. He was asking me silently why I didn’t want to see the man outside. "Take me home," I said out loud, calling his home mine. "Aria," I heard my father say. My eyes widened, hearing the name my father had called me. "Aria," he called me again, softly. "Please let me explain everything to you." Not being able to stop myself, I moved from behind Alpha Christian, removing my hands from his and walked toward my father. "I wish not to see you, rap
My father and my brother quickly moved from the porch as they saw me. My hands shook nervously as I held on to Christian's furry large beast. Soon, he stopped at the front of my father's large home. I remained seated on the back of his dark, hairy beast, holding on to a large patch of his dark fur, watching nervously as my father and my brother approached me. Gently, Christian lowered his back. My legs shook, as I carefully removed myself from his dark beast and froze beside him on seeing my father and my brother. Ares gently pulled me into his arms the moment he got close to me. I cried. I'd missed him so much, especially since I'd found out that he was my twin, and not my mate. He gently removed me from his hard, warm body and cupped my face, and stared sadly into my eyes. "I'm sorry for ever thinking we were mates," he apologized, while tears filled his eyes. "It's not your fault. I too felt the same way," I told him and touched his warm hands resting agai
Everyone left the room, except my dad, Alpha Logan. Alpha Christian stood in front of the door waiting on me to say my goodbyes to my family. Sadness crept over me as I approached him, preparing to tell him I would not be returning with him to his land. As I walked toward him he smiled, which caused my heart to hurt. I hated what I was about to do. I stood silently in front of him, gazing on his beautiful features, not knowing how I was going to break the news to him. Alpha Christian was dressed in a dark blue shirt, black pants, and a pair of beautiful black shoes. His clothing accentuated his hard, well-built body. His long, dark hair was loose. He looked extremely attractive at that moment. "Are you alright?" Alpha Christian asked me, worry in his voice. "I'm fine," I answered nervously. "Are you ready?" he asked. I felt my heart start to race. I was afraid of disappointing him. "Thank you for taking care of her, but she belongs her
"What!" Ares exclaimed. He couldn't hide the shock in his voice. He left the table and started to pace. "Cindy is my mate?" he asked, his tone one of disbelief. "Yes," I said, looking him in the eye. "She sold me to get rid of me, because she was jealous of the strange connection we both shared." "How do you know she is my mate?" Ares asked. "Because she told me," I said. "Also, Francine had to give her a weird green liquid to calm her down when you were passing by the secret cottage." Ares ran from the dining room. I tried to chase after him, but my father stopped me. "It's good you told us about this before he marked her. The pack doesn't want a Luna like that," my father said. "I'm sorry this had to happen to him. If only we didn't share such a strange feeling when we met, his mate wouldn't have done what she did," I cried, and went to hug my father. "None of this is your fault; the great connection that you and your