Alyssa The beast within me stirs, restless, testing the fragile barrier of my humanity. Its presence has been growing by the day, seeping into my consciousness in flickers and dreams. I wake with the musky scent of the forest in my nose, the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. The elders have warned me to gain control. If I cannot rein in this power, it will consume me whole. But how can I leash something I do not understand? I am walking a knife's edge in the dark, claws grasping for purchase, waiting for the fall. Dawn breaks cold and sharp over the compound, bathing weathered cabins in a glow of gold. I fold my arms across my chest as I step outside, breath frosting the air. The pack is already awake and active, voices rough with laughter and life. My heart swells at the sound of them - my unlikely family. I do not know what I would become without their guidance to ground me. A familiar figure separates from the crowd and lopes towards me, raven hair falling carelessly over hi
Alyssa The scent of blood tinges the air, a herald of the battle yet to come. The Morrows have harried our borders for weeks, seeking weakness in endless skirmishes and raids. Their tyrant Alpha lusts to conquer our lands, believing them his by right. For years we have held the mongrels at bay, defending what is ours through tooth and claw. But since the death of our Alpha, Trey, their attacks have grown bolder. They think us vulnerable without his guiding hand. Today they come not to raid but to overwhelm us through force of numbers, to end this feud once and for all. Adam leads us now, named successor by his father's dying breath - but to the Morrows he is young, untested and ripe for the breaking. They shall soon learn their mistake. Howls of warning cut through the night as scouts burst into the hall, eyes blown wide in apprehension. "The Morrows descend upon us in force, Alpha! They mean to end this with a single stroke!" Adam blanches at the pronouncement yet steels himself
AdamThe words sting as sharply as fists flying. Alyssa's face twists in anger, eyes flashing with hurt. Our arguments always escalate so quickly these days, like sparks catching faster than either of us can douse the flames."Why won't you trust me?" she demands. I clench my jaw, unwilling to give voice to my fears. Though I've tried my best to cage them, doubts still gnaw at my insides - doubts Alyssa's continued secrecy only feeds."You know nothing of what I feel," I reply sharply, hating the edge in my voice but unable to soften its sting. Alyssa flinches as though struck, tears springing to her eyes. The sight twists inside me yet my stubborn pride will not yield, lashing out to drive her further away."I love you," she whispers. The three words hold such power over me, able to calm me with a single breath yet today they only fan the flames higher. My blood boils, spurred on by the painful realization that whatever affection she harbors no longer burns as fiercely within her."D
AlyssaMy body is still shaking even though I've stopped crying. Every time I close my eyes, I see Adam's anger and feel his fingers digging into my arms. I'm cradling the bruises now, alone in our room, hurting in more ways than one.Our fight keeps replaying in my head, the words cutting as deep as his violence. The raw pain in Adam's eyes, when I told him about Tobias, will haunt me for a long time. But I never thought his anger would become physical. The Adam I knew would never have hurt me.When he grabbed me, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, I saw the monster I always feared lurking inside him. The wolf prowling under his human skin, ready to break free with gnashing teeth and claws. In that moment, I didn't recognize the man I called my lover. His harsh tone and relentless interrogation were foreign to me.The shock on Adam's face matched my own when I cried out. He let go immediately, staring in disbelief at the damage from his rage. I stumbled away, holding my arm, unabl
AdamI watch Alyssa from across the clearing as she talks with Marcus, gesturing animatedly with her hands. My heart aches at the sight of her, a constant reminder of how I've failed her. It's been a week since I hurt Alyssa, a week of her avoiding me and looking at me with thinly veiled fear in her eyes. I know I deserve her distrust and anger, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear.Marcus glances over at me, a frown creasing his brow. He says something to Alyssa and walks over. "You two need to work this out," he says without preamble. "This rift between you is unhealthy for the pack and for both of you personally.""You think I don't know that?" I snap. I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. "I've tried talking to her, Marcus. She says she forgives me but she's not ready to move past what I did.""You broke her trust, Adam. That's not something easily repaired with a few apologies." Marcus studies me gravely. "Do you regret what you did?""Of course I do! Hurting Alyssa is
AlyssaThe ground shakes beneath my feet as a deafening explosion rends the night. My heart leaps into my throat as panic rises - we are under attack.Adam turns to me, eyes wide with shock which quickly hardens into grim resolve. "Stay here," he orders, then turns and races off towards the source of the explosion, a dozen warriors on his heels.I stubbornly follow after them, refusing to be left behind like a helpless human while my pack mates rush into danger. By the time I catch up, the scene unfolding makes my blood run cold.A rival pack has launched a surprise ambush, their numbers overwhelming our outer defenses through sheer force. The air is thick with the scent of blood and smoke, howls and snarls of rage echoing through the trees. Bodies litter the forest floor, some writhing in agony, others eerily still.My heart constricts at the sight, of pack mates I have known all my life struck down defending our home. I join the fray without hesitation, the need to help too strong t
AdamAlyssa has been acting strangely lately and I'm worried about her. My mate has been ill frequently, throwing up and lacking energy. She's also been avoiding me intimately, claiming she's too tired or not in the mood. But her secrecy and excuses don't add up. I know Alyssa better than anyone, and I can tell when she's hiding something from me.Concerned for her health and frustrated with being shut out, I confront Alyssa today determined to get the truth from her one way or another. I find her in our chamber, laying in bed and looking rather ill again."Alyssa, we need to talk," I say, sitting beside her on the bed. She looks up at me apprehensively but nods, forcing herself to sit up."What's going on with you?" I ask. "And don't say it's just the flu or pressures of being guardian again. I know there's more you're not telling me. We're mates - we're supposed to share everything with each other. So please, just be honest. What's troubling you?"Alyssa bites her lip, dropping her
AlyssaMy morning sickness has finally passed, much to my relief. Entering my third trimester, my pregnancy seems to be progressing normally. Adam dotes on me constantly, attending to my every need. His care and devotion comfort me during this time. Our love grows deeper with each day as we await the birth of our first child.We spend evenings discussing names for the baby, making plans to convert one of the spare chambers into a nursery. Though uncertainty lingers about what the future may hold, our shared joy in this experience overcomes any lingering fears. By the end of each day, I know that whatever path may come, we will walk it side by side as a family.However, as my belly swells more each week, so too do the rumors. I've heard whispers that some in the pack do not truly view me as Adam's Luna. They see me as an outsider who seduced their Alpha, and our unborn child as illegitimate. The malicious gossip threatens to shake the confidence I've gained in my place here.The rumors