LOGINANDERSON'S POVI stood in the corner of the old equipment shed near the edge of the school’s athletics field, leaning against the wall.That morning before homeroom, I’d caught Cara in the hallway chaos and slipped her a folded note to meet me here and not to tell Lucas.Now, as she finally came around the corner of the shed, I pushed off from the rough brick wall where I’d been leaning.My arms were crossed tight over my chest, one ankle hooked over the other.I’d been waiting for almost ten minutes, getting more impatient by the second.Part of me had wondered if she’d even show up—or worse, if she’d bring Lucas, despite my instruction.“God, Anderson, I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear."I had to practically fabricate an entire story about needing to help Ms. Peterson reorganise the art supply closet just to slip away from Lucas without him getting suspicious. You know how he is—he notices everything.”“It’s cool.
SARAH'S POV“Look at you. My perfect, dirty girl.” Anderson’s quiet voice against the back of my neck sent a jolt through my entire body, making me shake as his weight pressed me down onto Alaric’s bed.His hands were everywhere.One cradled the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The other was splayed possessively against my ribs, his fingertips just brushing the underside of my right breast.I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my thigh through the layers of our clothes.Everything happened so fast. One second we were by the door; the next he had me slammed against the wall, his mouth devouring mine in a hungry, desperate kiss.He’d kissed me until the only sound was the frantic beat of my own heart and the wet, hungry slide of our lips.His palms had been rough and warm against the skin of my waist as his hands slid under my t-shirt, making me whimper into his mouth.“Off,” he’d growled, breaking away just long enough to yank the fabric over my he
When the guards came for my cage, I thought my prayers had finally been answered.Relief flooded through me so strongly I almost sobbed, because my body had been screaming as every muscle ached from being cramped in the same position for what felt like forever. My ribs throbbed with each breath, my wrists were bleeding from where the shackles had rubbed against my skin, my throat burned from thirst, and my stomach twisted with hunger so sharp it felt like something was eating me from the inside.I had been given only half a cup of water earlier, and it had done nothing to ease the dryness in my mouth or the pounding headache that made my vision blur at the edges.My legs had gone numb hours ago, tingling with pins and needles whenever I tried to shift. My back felt like it had been broken and put back together wrong. Even my fingers were stiff and painful to move.But none of that mattered when I heard the cage being lifted.A guard carried the cage through the corridors, and I clutc
AUTHOR'S POVAlaric pushed the door to Alpha Derek's chambers open with force, his jaw tight and his eyes burning with urgency.Two guards rushed in immediately after him, their expressions torn between duty and panic.“Prince Alaric, please!” one of them said urgently, his voice strained.“You cannot enter. It’s past the Alpha’s restricted hours. And you know no one is permitted to disturb him at this time—not even family.”The second guard stepped forward, his hand reaching out but not quite touching Alaric’s arm.“We mean no disrespect, prince,” he said quickly. "But the Alpha’s orders are clear. No interruptions after midnight unless it’s a matter of life and death for the pack."Alaric didn’t even look at them.He strode further into the room, his fists clenched at his sides.The lights suddenly flicked on, flooding the room with brightness.“Father,” Alaric said immediately, bowing his head slightly. His voice was tight, his face stern.The guards immediately dropped to their
AUTHOR'S POVAlpha Derek sat in his chamber, his fingers tapping slowly on the armrest as he stared at the door.A few seconds later, one of the guards at the door announced that Lancelot had arrived.After giving permission for him to enter, the door swung open and Lancelot walked in.He stopped a few feet from Alpha Derek's chair and dropped to one knee, his head bowed.“Alpha Derek,” Lancelot said."You summoned me.”Alpha Derek didn’t respond immediately.He just stared at Lancelot, his eyes narrowing slightly.Alpha Derek finally spoke as he confirmed that he did.He leaned forward. “I heard about what happened at the square tonight. But more than that, I saw it.”Lancelot lifted his head slightly but kept his gaze lowered.One of the elders who had witnessed everything had brought the footage to Alpha Derek to show him.Afterward, Alpha Derek told Lancelot to explain when he first started transforming.Lancelot hesitated for a moment, then stood up straighter.“I
AUTHOR'S POVThe pack gathering at the village square was in full swing near the central bonfire—a weekly tradition where pack members socialised and sparred to strengthen pack bonds.Lancelot counted at least forty pack members present.He walked slowly through the crowd, his hands shoved into his pockets.But his eyes were sharp, scanning the faces around him until they landed on the one he was looking for.Marcus.The Gamma of the pack.He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick scar running down the left side of his jaw.His hair was dark and cropped short, and his eyes glowed faintly gold even in human form.He had been making Lancelot's life a living hell for years, always ready with a cutting remark about Lancelot’s “uselessness”, his “pathetic human frailty”, and how he was “dead weight the pack dragged along out of pity."Just last month, Marcus had shoved right past Lancelot in this same spot, sending Lancelot crashing to the ground in front of everyone.Marcus had stood







