AVAMy stirring hope instantly deflated.“What do you mean they want to see me, and how is that meant to help? Doesn’t being Stephanie’s friends make them on her side?”“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. At least not right now.” Ella insisted.“You’re not making any sense, Arabella.”“They were impressed with the way you held your ground the last time.” She explained, “I ran into them while coming up here, and they both want to see you.”“What if it’s a prank?” I queried, not understanding why they’d want to help me from our previous encounter.“It’s not like we’re going to fall for it anyway. They might not be as useless as you think. One is a daughter of one of our closest allies.”“And?” I pressed, still not seeing where she was heading.“They have a witch in their pack. We can ask for her help in finding whoever you’re looking for.”My brows pulled down into a knot.“I don’t think that’s right…”A close ally’s daughter? There was a huge chance that Alpha Draven would find out. I wasn’t
AVA"Now tell me." Ella sat up, switching up the gloomy atmosphere in the room. "It seems you're having mate troubles?""Ugh. Don't get me started on that. Your alpha is more arrogant than I credited him to be.""Hmm. Marvelling." She commented with a thoughtful look. "I never expected Alpha Draven to be so unpredictable.""I think he wasn't taught common manners." I grumbled, "I mean, who treats their mate the way he does? Shouldn't he be trying to win me o— hey, what are you doing? Personal space, Arabella!" I jumped back, uncomfortable by how close she had moved. I could almost feel her breath on my face as she put on a silly, proding grin."You just admitted that Alpha Draven is your mate." I shifted. "What about the ones you were holding onto?"Rolling my eyes, the familiar flare of warmth surged within me as my anger bristled, "Don't get me started. That's a lost cause.""Part of the untold story?""You know it.""It's okay. I didn't believe it anyway. So you accept our alpha no
AVAI should've gone right.Sometimes following your guts was better than being logical. From what I could remember, Arabella never went left. Every time we stepped out of the room into the vast corridor, she had always taken a right turn.I had thought it was because it was the only path that had an elevator that led to the other floors.I mean, who would choose climbing flights of stairs when there was an easier route?Hence, I decided going left was the right choice. As an extra caution, I'd purposefully waited until the lunch gong went off, wanting to avoid as many people as possible.Turns out I was wrong.Right or left, the destination was the same anyway.Now, I was stuck in the room with the number of eyes on my trail doubled. I couldn't even pace in peace without having my steps followed from outside the door. Yet a small part of me felt relieved... For the mean time.I'd almost killed people, mistakenly, but that doesn't change the fact that I almost did. This was totally di
Kael stood by the window, overlooking the pack members as they rounded up their evening training. Unlike other packs, trainings were usually done twice daily during the weekdays, with the weekends being an exception. The North Central was a warrior pack after all.His hand clenched around the whisky glass as he watched them do simple stretches in hurdles, making small talk—no doubt with him as the subject.It's been a few hours since he quenched the fire, both literally and practically, yet they couldn't get over it. His reveal was one thing. Ava's was another.Being a direct descendant of the lycans wasn't just a birthright that placed him above most werewolves, but it also bestowed powers that no ordinary wolf could have. Each lycan had a specific gift ranging from healing to foresight to enhanced strength and many others—but his was associated with nature. Amidst some other little abilities that were general to them all, he could easily control the four elements. So at the very le
Thorne bit down on his lips, trying to contain the laughter that was threatening to burst out of him.“Don’t. You. Dare.”He wheezed, “Me? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Finally getting a hold of himself, he cleared his throat. “At least, we have an extra trait in similarity to the one in the books.”Closing his eyes slowly in frustration, he curled and uncurled his fist. When they reopened, they settled on the terrified guard.“She’s about to burn down my pack, and none of my men seems to be capable of reining her in? A woman who is half your size?”“She’s a guest of the alpha.” His eyes widened in panic. The innocent man felt caught in between, at his alpha’s obvious question. “We thought… we thought… we couldn’t—”“Get out. I’ll be down in a minute, and the packhouse better be in one piece.”Without wasting another second, he scrambled out, and immediately the door closed. Kael narrowed his eyes on Thorne,“You! Leave now.”“Why? I want to watch the show too.” Thorne po
“So… you look good. Like you’ve just been punched in the guts but were not given a chance to retaliate in a good kind of way."Those were the first words that met Kael the moment he pulled the door to his office open. He eyed the man with a goofy expression, chewing loudly on the sofa, like his office was the dining room. Then slammed the door shut as he walked in.“You heard.”“Oouu, I didn’t just hear. I watched it allll... happen.”He rolled his eyes. Typical Thorne. He must’ve been so caught up in controlling his rage he didn’t hear his second in command approach the room.“It’s nice to finally have someone to butt heads with, don’t you think?” Thorne teased, the crumbles of whatever he was eating spilling out of his mouth. “I mean, no offense, but you seem to be stuck in your head.”Kael scoffed under his breath, “I am not stuck in my head. It’s just how—…you are. Yes, you’ve said it a hundred times, but you keep forgetting you were never like that from the start.” The Beta said