MasukTwo men from either side walked closer in their human forms.
They wore red robes covering up their human form.
They grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down while they nodded at the wolf.
They had some questions to ask me, as I was still alive.
They wanted information from me, and I could only think that it was about my wolf and the abilities that came with it.
The chocolate brown wolf got off me and shifted. He grabbed the robes that another offered him. Covering himself up.
At this point, I noticed I was completely bare.
Something I have never been in front of anyone of the opposite s*x.
I knew that this was something normal for werewolves in packs, but it sure as hell wasn’t for me.
I shifted my hands and legs to cover up my body. To protect some part of my dignity.
“keep still little wolf, or you’ll only make it harder for yourself,” the one wolf that was holding me down said.
I ripped my arm from him, trying to break free.
My head spun as the other wolf’s elbow collided with it.
The other grabbed a pill and shoved it down my throat. A burning sensation filled my veins.
“What is this?” I shrieked in pain. The man that had a chocolate brown wolf.
Came closer, throwing a thin sheet over my body to cover it.
“it’s Aconite.” he said with a cold tone.
“just enough to weaken you but not enough to kill you. I need you alive,” the man continued.
By glaring at the man who hit me, he made the man expose his neck.
This could only mean that this man was of high ranking within a pack.
As his gaze met mine again, a smile appeared on his face.
It was challenging to discern the nature of this smile, as it could either be friendly or conceal hidden intentions.
He had striking, beautiful blue eyes.
With a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. His blond hair falls effortlessly.
I glared back at him, suspicion clear in my eyes. “oh where’s my manners? I’m Eli” he said. His men let go of their grip as Eli’s hand reached down to me.
I slapped it away and helped myself up. Wrapping the sheet around myself like a towel. “What could you possibly want with me?” I played dumb. Looking him dead in the eye.
At this point, it had become clear to me.
That they wanted to use me and my wolf for some sort of healing.
Someone was dying, and they needed to save them.
“just some help, that’s all,” he said as he threw his arm around me like we’ve been friends since forever.
“ill take you back to my pack and we can discuss the details there.
You finally have a home.” he said this as if though he was doing me a favour. A favour I had no intensions of accepting.
“I need to pee,” I said, looking around at them. They all looked at one another and nodded. “fine but make it quick,” he said coldly.
I looked around at them and gestured for them to turn around. Eli rolled his eyes and sighed, but obliged.
This was my chance, and I took it. I shifted and sprinted into the opposite direction.
However, this time round, it was harder for them to keep track of me, as my scent has already been masked.
The Aconite had already worked out of my system, thanks to Althea.
I ran straight to my mother and shifted. I carried her to the car and hopped in myself. Driving away as fast as the little Toyota could.
“What’s all this about?” my mother asked. I sighed and caught my breath.
Fear was evident in my eyes as I looked at her.
“Crimson pack is after me. They saw me, mom.” Her eyes grew wide and I could see the fear and panic gripping her heart just as much as it did mine.
“shit” she whispered underneath her breath.
“well hit the pedal as hard as you can. We need to get home like yesterday already.”
When we stopped at home, I grabbed a trench coat that laid on the back seat and covered myself.
We hurried into the house, and I glanced at the parked vehicles to ensure we weren’t being followed.
My mother sat down and sighed again. “Alina” my mother called.
“sit down. I have to tell you something.”
The light in the room was cold, sterile a stark contrast to the soft, golden warmth of my room. The air smelled of antiseptic and sterile linen, making my nose wrinkle. My head gave a dull, persistent throb as I tried to lift my hand. It felt heavy and sluggish.I opened my eyes fully, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. An Hospital?The knowledge settled slowly, confusingly. Why was I here? The last thing I remembered was feeling gloriously whole, standing up to walk to the bathroom.My gaze swept the small, sanitized room. Jeremiah was sprawled awkwardly at the foot of the bed, his massive frame curled tightly against the metal railing. He looked utterly exhausted, his jacket tossed aside. Then I saw Andrew. He was hunched in a padded armchair next to me, dressed in clothes that looked slept in, staring intently at a stack of documents.Neither of them noticed I was awake. But I noticed them.My eyes flicked between the two Alphas. Andrew had a nasty, purple bruise bloom
The morning light was a soft, pale gold, filtering lazily through the sheer curtains of my window. It was the first thing I noticed. The second was the silence. Not the absence of noise, but the profound, resonant silence within my own body.I opened my eyes slowly, expecting the usual crushing weight of exhaustion, the dizzying nausea, the cold, hollow ache in my bones.But it wasn’t there.Instead, I felt… light. Clear. I hadn’t realized just how truly ill I had been until the sickness vanished. And the feeling of being full, whole, one, was overwhelming. I don't think I had ever felt it like I do now. It was like I finally found the missing pieces to a very large puzzle that stood unfinished for years.I shifted slightly, trying to stretch, but immediately encountered an immovable wall of warm, hard muscle.I was naked. Completely. And I was sandwiched between two very large, very naked men.On my left, Andrew’s heavy arm was draped across my shoulders, his head resting against t
Jeremiah’s hands tightened on my hips immediately taking control of the rhythm my body had unconsciously initiated. He guided my grinding movements, pushing my hips forward, then pulling them back, maximizing the friction between us. A deep, guttural sound, half-moan, half-growl, rumbled in his chest and vibrated through my spine.“That’s it, Angel,” he murmured, his breath hot, his voice ragged with raw need.“Don’t stop. Show me what you want.”I couldn’t have stopped even if I tried. The mate poisoning was melting away, replaced by a demanding heat. The insistent pulsing where my core met his arousal was all I could focus on. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscle, my head thrown back as he continued his ravaging assault on my neck.I felt a subtle, sharp pressure where his lips had been, a sudden, unfamiliar density. I didn't register it, lost in the haze of lust. “More,” I whimpered. “Please, more.”I felt his hand leave my hip, moving down my thigh
The heavy oak door shut behind me, plunging me into the relative gloom of my room. I leaned against the door as i try to relegate my heart and sickness.My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. That's when I saw Andrew.He was a massive shadow slumped in the heavy leather armchair in the corner of my room. He held a crystal tumbler filled with alchol. The air around him was cold and thick with profound sorrow.“Andrew?” I whispered.He didn't move. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, just stared into the glass as if searching for answers.I moved closer, my bare feet silent on the thick rug.When I was close enough I saw it. A single, silent tear was tracing a path down his jawline.My heart ached seeing him like this. “What happened?” I asked, my hand hovering near his knee.He didn't answer. Instead, his free hand shot out, wrapping around my waist like a steel vice. He yanked me onto his lap with brutal speed, the sudden movement knocking the air from my lungs. The glass of
The heavy oak door shut behind Alina, leaving the chamber thick with the scent of fear and frustrated lust. The Council members were gone, scattering like mice, leaving only the two of us to face the wreckage.Smart.Andrew hadn't moved; he was a statue of pure, burning rage, staring at the empty seat that Alina had occupied moment ago.I settled back, letting the expensive leather squeak slightly. The residual heat of her body was still on my hands, a constant reminder of how good she felt against my skin.“She has remarkable self-control,” I noted, my voice casual, almost conversational. “Must be the healer in her. Though I suspect that little knock she delivered to your leg was less about control and more about sheer, desperate frustration.”Andrew’s head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing gold. He didn't waste time on the shared transgression; he went straight for the core wound. “You find this amusing, Alpha Jeremiah?”“Amusing? No. Informative,” I corrected, pushing my chair
The Council Chamber was a cathedral of power, all dark wood and the oppressive weight of ancient tradition. Still something i was getting used to. the Alpha King, Andrew, sat at the head of the table, placing me directly to his right. Jeremiah was seated next to me, on my other side. I was a fragile bridge between two tectonic plates of primal male dominance.The meeting began with a tedious review of border disputes. I kept my posture ramrod straight, my hands folded primly on the table, desperately trying to project professional authority and ignore the frantic, sickly thrum of my own body demanding relief from the mate sickness.It lasted exactly five minutes before the coordinated assault began.Andrew, outwardly the image of regal focus, listening intently to an Elder speak, shifted slightly. His massive, muscled thigh pressed firmly against mine. Without breaking eye contact with the speaker, he used the side of his knee to nudge my right leg, gently but implacably, until m







