FORMERLY TAMING THE MAD ALPHA. THIS STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN. "I will do it!" I blurted. His gaze flicked to me, and a devilish smirk twitched a part of his face. His orbs danced with hatred. "Did you say something?" His voice dripped with mockery. I swallowed the rock in my throat and balled my hands into fists. I can do this. "I pledge myself to you, Alpha Blaise. I will give you as many heirs as possible, just as you wish." Cassie whimpered in his grip, her eyes pleading with me not to do something irrational. But I would be the last to watch her suffer because of me. "Let her go. Set her free, please." He let go of Cassie's hand, and she crumpled to the floor, wincing and sobbing silently. Alpha Blaise stalked towards me, and I had to cease my breath to stop his debilitating scent from wafting into my nostrils and muddling my senses. "Be ready and in bed tonight," he whispered in my ear and walked passed me. His words made the hair at the back of my neck stand, and goosebumps blanketed my skin. I do not know how he managed to make me feel these things when he was the man I hated the most. I had paid for my brother's sin for two years. I was a human wolf to top it all. The pack held me hostage, waiting for the Alpha to recover and mete out his punishment on me, but the Alpha surprised everyone when he said his punishment was for me to produce his heirs.
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The guard shoved me out of the dark, dank cell, and I staggered and almost fell face-flat, but Erick, one of the guards, caught and steadied me. My legs and hands were bound in fetters, a large chain was snaked around my neck, and it had an extension where the guards pulled me forward as if I was a plague. I was infected to them, and they did not know what to do. I did not defile The Alpha; neither am I a criminal. I was not even strong and had not even wolfed out. I am just a sister to Markus McKenna. Markus was my brother who almost raped the pack's Luna and killed her when she exposed him. Now, I am serving his punishment. "Move your lazy ass, you mutt!" one of the guards yelled at me while dragging me with him. The chain around my neck gnawed into my flesh, sending pain down my spine. Two years ago, I would have broken down. I would have fallen on my hands and knees, cried and begged for mercy, but two years of unending torture and pain only made me stronger and able to bear all the pain. Instead of focusing on the pain and the scorn from the pack, I let those agony turn to anger and hatred. I hated this pack so much that all I dreamed of was to raze it down with all my wrath. Not that I could do anything, even if I wanted to. I did not have a wolf yet and was unsure if I would ever wolf out. My anger was useless, and could not burn them, but I still carried it in me. Despite my rage for the pack, I craved death too. I had nothing else left to live for, except for the other prisoner girl Cassie, whom I had gotten close to since she was brought into the cell where I stayed. She is the only reason I had not ended it all. The family I knew and once had were dead. My brother died in the accident that killed The Luna and her pup and put the Alpha in a coma. My Nana suffered a heart attack after hearing about my brother's death and died. I was left all alone in the world. "Get down on your knees, stupid!" the guard, Patrick by name, yelled again, dragging me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see the acting alpha. Beta Leo, standing, hands akimbo, staring at me. He had been the acting Alpha since the Alpha went into a coma. Everyone hated me, but his hatred for me was double, and it was none of my business because the feeling was mutual. Patrick dragged the chain around my neck, forcing me to my knees at Beta Leo's feet. "I suggest you keep your eyes down, rogue," an elder spoke from behind the beta. Oh, I was a rogue wolf. My brother Markus had escaped from the pack's prison, and we fled the pack that night. We lived in hiding for a month, but he had been so angry that he went back to Crescent Hills Pack, and rammed a truck into the Alpha's vehicle. Beta Leo always wore a stern frown whenever I was in his presence, but today, he wore a smirk as if he bore news of my death. I stopped thinking about it. If today were my execution day, I would only be happy. Some warriors and elders stood behind him, all staring at me with hate. "Finally, this abomination will be purged from us tomorrow," Beta Leo bellowed and looked around at the elders around him. "There is good news! Alpha Blaise has recovered from coma and will return to the pack tomorrow." The atmosphere erupted with excitement when the alpha's recovery and return were announced. My heart sank into my abdomen for some unknown reason. I had never seen Alpha Blaise and did not know what he was like. I was not sure if I should be happy about his recovery, but my decision was made by the next statement from Beta Leo. "At long last, he will execute this abomination from us." The crowd cheered. I was an abomination to them anyway, and my execution will do them good. At least they would be free of me. There will be no one to torture again. "Let every pack member hear the news and gather on The Hill tomorrow. There, Alpha Blaise will state his verdict." Another uproar, accompanied by claps from everyone. "Release her to do her chores, but make sure you keep an eye on her; she has a knack for running away." The guards removed my chains and led me away from the elders. Once I was released to the pack, Agatha, the Alpha's cousin with two black braids, threw a bunch of clothes at me. I did not take these things to heart before, but since I would die soon, there was no need to be quiet. I allowed the clothes to fall and trampled on them. The look on Agatha's face was iconic, and I enjoyed it. They saw me as weak because I had not wolfed out, but I refused to answer that. Agatha walked up to me and slapped me hard on the face. It stung badly because I could still feel the pain of the other slaps on my face. "How dare you trample on my dresses?!" Agatha yelled. A little crowd had gathered around, watching what was going on. The bitches in this pack were mean, but Agatha was the meanest and always got away with everything because she was Alpha's cousin. I wanted her to feel the pain she had caused me for two years, the pain and humiliation I bore for something I knew nothing about. Without caution, I punched her face, breaking her nose. She yelped in surprise and staggered back, holding her nose as blood ran down her nostrils. Shrieks from other girls filled the air around me. "Did you just punch me?" Agatha asked with fire in her eyes. I didn't feel very sorry, so I punched again. I wish I had a wolf; I would have torn a chuck out of her in front of everyone. Agatha shrieked, making the other girls come at me. They could half shift— their only weapon against me, so they did that. They lunged at me, tearing my flesh with their claws, beating the life out of me, until some guards came to my rescue, pulling the girls away from me. I rose to my knees, and Patrick landed a heavy slap on my cheek. Blood spurted out of my mouth, and I crashed to the ground, using my hands to cover what little remained of my clothes. "Do you not know your position, rogue? How dare you raise a hand on an Alpha Blood?" I wiped the blood from my lips. I am not sorry and will do it again if they try me. I did not deserve this, and I will prove to them all that I am not weak. "Answer me!" Patrick barked. "That's enough, Patrick. She has received enough punishment for that already." That was Erick again. "I will take her back to her cell now until Alpha Blaise arrives." Erick is the only guard who had been nice to me, and he was keeping most of my possessions. He was my brother's friend and had been my saviour since I was taken captive. He knew the truth behind my brother's accusations, and he was the only one that believed Markus was innocent, not until he killed The Alpha's family. I did not really trust him because if he knew the truth about my brother, he should have stood up for him when all that accusation was going on. He grabbed my arm, helping me stand and led me away from the centre of the scene, covering me with his coat. My whole body ached from the attack from the other she-wolves, but his jacket was heavy on me. "What was that? What came over you?" he whispered through gritted teeth once we were out of the Pack's sight. "I will die anyway. Why not let them kill me now?" "Stop being irrational, Lila. Stay calm until you hear what Alpha Blaise has to say." He let the other guards bind me again and shove me back into my cell.BLAISE I burst into the dimly lit room where Richard was tied up around a chair. I had not physically tormented him, but he looked exhausted. I couldn't help but wonder if it was the weight of guilt that had drained him so. It was incomprehensible that Richard, of all people, would become entangled in the web of those seeking to bring about my downfall. But I heeded Lila's counsel and resolved to approach this encounter with the grace of composure and hear him out. I gestured for a chair and signalled the guards to leave us alone. "Keep vigilant watch over Mrs. Pierce and her son," I instructed them, to which they replied in unified affirmation. My focus returned to Richard, who had steadfastly avoided meeting my gaze. Delicately, I retrieved my penknife, its blade shimmering menacingly as I flicked it open. "Listen closely, Richard. I'm giving you a final opportunity for redemption. Should you withhold what I seek, I shall not hesitate to strip your very skin from your
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Dr Richard concealed himself beneath the inky depths of a black hoodie and robe, his movements quick as he vacated the hotel room. He stood still at the garage, his ears straining for even the faintest of sounds, but all remained eerily silent. His eyes darted thoroughly surveying his surroundings, but no discernible presence lurked nearby. Satisfied, he slipped into his car, ignited the engine, and eased out of the hotel's garage. Meanwhile, within a dimly lit room, two men hunched before their computer screens, their eyes tracking Dr. Richard's car as it exited from the garage. One of them, with a finger pressed to an earpiece, relayed a terse message. "He is on the move." Dr Richard accelerated, his foot heavy on the gas pedal, as the monotonous road stretched endlessly before him, bereft of other vehicles. The moon had chosen to withhold its luminous presence that night, yet his headlights carved a luminous path through the obscurity. An ho
BLAISE In a frenzy, I scoured my office, turning over papers and rifling through drawers in a desperate search for my signet ring. Its absence was a growing concern – the documents I had just approved were sitting on my desk, demanding the ring's unique imprint. The deadline was near; they needed to be submitted by tomorrow morning. Finding nothing, I ventured into our bedroom, combing through every corner with equal fervour. Yet, the ring remained elusive. I stood, defeated, in the middle of the room, eyes closed, straining my memory for the last time I had used it. But my thoughts were a tangled mess, muddled by the whirlwind of recent events. Lila's sudden interest in Aurora's family had left me puzzled. I had secretly set a trap for Drax, a plan I had shared with no one, not even Lila. The recent revelation about Hart potentially being the elusive 'Ghost'. further fuelled my frustration. Why would he target me? I bore no responsibility for his sister's tragic death, and
AUTHOR'S P.OV. In the stillness of the night, Amanda's sleep was abruptly interrupted by the insistent buzzing of her phone. Groggily lifting her head, she glanced at the glowing screen with an annoyed sigh, deciding to ignore the call and nestling back into her pillow. "I would answer if I were you," a deep, male voice resonated through the room. At first, the intrusion didn't fully register in Amanda's sleep-fogged brain, her drowsy state clouded her comprehension. She groaned, turning over to bury her face in her pillow, her desire for rest overpowering her curiosity. Then, the startling reality hit her like a cold wave: she was supposed to be alone. Her eyes flew open, her brow furrowing in confusion and fear. A man had spoken to her within the sanctuary of her bedroom. Panic surged through her, and she abruptly sat up in bed, reaching for the bedside lamp. In its soft glow, a figure materialized, concealed within dark robes and a hood that veiled their ident
LILA Blaise stormed into our room. "You keep giving me reasons not to trust you!" he barked, his voice echoing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. I followed Blaise into the room. We had just returned from the hospital where Tim was admitted. He was unconscious and in a bad shape, but he was still alive, which was a glimmer hope for me. "I'm sorry, Blaise, but—" "But what?" He spun around, his gaze piercing into mine. The muscles in his jaw twitched in barely contained frustration. "You made me promise to tell you everything going on, but you went ahead to do this on your own." His fingers raked through his hair, a gesture of sheer exasperation. He turned away momentarily, as if gathering his thoughts, then faced me again. His voice softened, tinged with worry, yet the undercurrent of irritation was unmistakable. "Lila, what if you were in that car? What if this tragedy had struck while you were returning from the Autumn Pack?" "I'm sorry." My words were a
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Tim, dressed in the shadows with his all-black attire, stealthily navigated through the dense underbrush, determined not to alert the ever-watchful Mrs. Green. Fortunately, the moon had chosen to hide its luminous face that night, shrouding him in obscurity. His silent footsteps led him closer to the backyard of the house, which lay veiled in profound darkness, with only a faint glimmer from a lantern casting feeble light into the hallway. With deft carefulness, Tim picked the lock of the kitchen door, and within moments, the door yielded to his skilled touch. As he entered, he closed the door with painstaking care, but it let out a faint, protesting creak. A sudden crack from within the house prompted him to hide himself, holding his breath. Moments later, Mrs. Green emerged, gripping a shotgun, and sweeping it vigilantly from one corner of the house to the next. Tim knew that her senses were keen, and she could recognise his scent in an instant. Drawing
LILA As Tim drove me home in the dimming twilight, my mind swirled with thoughts of my earlier discussion with Mrs. Green. She had been evasive with her words, and it was evident that she possessed knowledge she wasn't willing to divulge. The only way I saw forward was using illegal means to obtain information, so, I contemplated enlisting Tim's help to infiltrate her abode, scouring for hidden secrets, while I confronted Dr. Richard regarding his involvement with Hart, who was from a pack two hours away from his own. "Tim," I began, my voice firm yet tinged with apprehension, "I need you to visit Mrs. Green's apartment tomorrow, discreetly, when she's absent. Search diligently for any trace of evidence—photographs, letters, tapes, whatever you can find." "Roger that, Luna," Tim acknowledged with determination, stepping down on the accelerator. Upon reaching home, I was greeted by Blaise, who was on the porch, waiting. His slung arm and sombre countenance hinted at
LILA The following day found me once more standing before Mrs. Green's doorstep, this time alone and imploring. Tim, my bodyguard, was not with me today. I thought that perhaps presenting myself alone would engender a greater sense of comfort and empathy from the woman. "Hello, Mrs. Green," I greeted, infusing my voice with a touch of desperation and plea. "Could you spare a moment to listen to me?" As she remained silent and motionless, I decided to appeal to her conscience. "Mrs Green, please understand that I'm a mother, and I've been separated from my two-year-old since yesterday. If you could kindly grant me access to complete my job and return to my waiting child, I would be immensely grateful. I cannot leave until the task is done—." Before I could complete my plea, the door swung open abruptly, revealing Mrs. Green's stern countenance. I met her gaze, silently pleading for entry. She scanned her surroundings before stepping aside, permitting me to enter. Initially
LILA Blaise had received strict instructions from Dr. Richard to rest until he fully recovered. However, I knew Blaise all too well to believe he would heed that advice. He was keen on dealing with his enemies and so was I to unmask them. Following a thorough sweep of the entire packhouse, we discovered concealed listening devices in both Blaise's study and the room he had allocated to me. Leo proposed that these bugs might have been the tools intruders employed to siphon information from the pack. Yet, I harboured doubts. I sensed that the truth lay beneath the surface, and I prayed that my solitary quest to unmask the mysterious 'Ghost' wouldn't lead me astray. My only wish was that my plan would unfold seamlessly. With unwavering determination, I informed Blaise that I intended to visit Randolph and Teresa at the vineyard. In truth, I had a different destination in mind. My true objective was the Water Side neighbouring pack, where I aimed to meet with a woman known to Teres
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