The bell’s toll echoed through the air, signaling the threat at Tamsin’s border. Lola stood frozen, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty. Jessica grabbed her arm.
“Lola, come on! We need to get to the safe rooms,” Jessica urged, pulling her toward the back of the building.
“But the pack… Alpha Mike,” Lola murmured, glancing toward the gates.
Jessica shook her head. “The Alpha knows what he’s doing. Our job is to stay out of the way and let them fight.”
As they hurried, Lola’s mind raced with the whispered conversations she’d overheard—the warnings about the vampires. Now, they were here.
They reached the shelter as more pack members crowded in. Lola found a spot in the corner, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Alpha Mike. She felt a strange pull, a need to be close to him during this threat.
Jessica noticed her distracted gaze. “You’re worried about him, aren’t you?”
Lola looked away, unsure how to respond. “I just… I want to help.”
Jessica gave a faint smile. “We all do, but Alpha Mike needs warriors, not… well, you know.”
Lola looked down, feeling the weight of her new reality. She was here, yet powerless to aid the very people she had begun to care about.
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Hours passed before the sound of footsteps approached the shelter door. Tension filled the room as it swung open, revealing Alpha Mike, his face marked with smudges of dirt and blood, but his stance firm. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Lola. She met his gaze, unable to look away.
“Everyone, listen,” he began, his voice calm yet commanding. “The vampires have retreated for now. But they will be back. We must remain prepared.”
Relief washed over the crowd, but Lola could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight he bore for his pack.
As the pack members dispersed, Mike motioned for Lola to follow him. She hesitated, glancing at Jessica, who gave her a nod of encouragement.
“Go,” Jessica whispered. “He wouldn’t ask unless it was important.”
Lola stepped forward, following him through the darkened halls until they reached his quarters. Once inside, he closed the door and turned to face her.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
“No, I’m fine,” she replied, surprised by his concern.
He studied her, his expression unreadable. “I’ve seen many battles, faced countless threats… but this one feels different. These vampires, they’re relentless.”
Lola nodded, feeling a connection in his words. “You’re worried.”
He exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I can’t let them take this pack. And… I can’t let anything happen to you.”
She looked up at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability he showed, a glimpse of the man beneath the Alpha’s mask.
Without thinking, she stepped closer. “Mike…”
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing her cheek. She felt the warmth of his touch, and for the first time, she grabbed him by his dick, and he also grab her breasts, he suck them slowly.
Their gazes held, and slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met. The kiss was gentle at first, abut soon it deepened, fueled by the intensity of the night’s events. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as she melted into his embrace, he spinned her, remove her pants, draw out his tongue, sucked her clit slowly till she moans so loud by screaming his name. It was so pleasurable.
They moved to the bed, their breaths mingling as they sank onto the sheets. His hands roamed her body, gentle yet firm, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
“Lola,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I’ve wanted this, even when I knew I shouldn’t.”
She silenced him with another kiss, her fingers tracing his huge. “Then don’t hold back,” she whispered.
They gave in to the passion between them, their movements slow and tender, savoring each moment. For a brief time, they forgot about the battles, the vampires, and the dangers lurking outside. In that room, they were just two souls, finding solace in each other.
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Lola rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing.
“You’re different than I expected,” she said softly, tracing patterns on his skin.
Mike chuckled, a sound that rumbled through his chest. “And what did you expect?”
She smiled, tilting her head to look at him. “I don’t know. But not this… not someone who cares.”
His expression softened as he looked down at her. “I didn’t want to care, Lola. I told myself that bringing you here was just business. But now…”
She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Now, it’s something more.”
He nodded, his gaze intense. “Yes. And it scares me.”
Lola placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. “Then let’s face it together.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. For the first time, she saw the man beneath the Alpha, the one who carried the weight of his pack on his shoulders yet longed for someone to share it with.
But before they could say more, a knock sounded at the door, breaking the quiet moment.
“Alpha, we need you,” came a voice from the other side. “The vampires… they’re back.”
Mike sighed, his expression hardening. He looked down at Lola, his eyes filled with regret. “I have to go.”
She nodded, releasing him from her embrace. “I understand.”
He stood, dressing quickly, and turned to her one last time before heading to the door. “Stay here. Stay safe.”
Lola watched him leave, her heart heavy. She wanted to fight, to stand beside him, but she knew her place. For now.
-
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She slipped out of her room, moving quietly through the corridors until she reached the training grounds. There, she saw him—Alpha Mike, in the midst of the fight, his movements swift and precise as he took down each vampire that dared approach.
A vampire lunged at him from the side, and without thinking, Lola grabbed a fallen spear, throwing it toward the attacker. The weapon found its mark, and the vampire crumpled to the ground.
Mike looked up, his eyes widening as he saw her. “Lola! What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t just sit back,” she replied, breathless.
He shook his head, but there was a hint of pride in his gaze. “Then stay close. And don’t take any unnecessary risks.”
The bell’s toll echoed through the air, signaling the threat at Tamsin’s border. Lola stood frozen, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty. Jessica grabbed her arm.
“Lola, come on! We need to get to the safe rooms,” Jessica urged, pulling her toward the back of the building.
“But the pack… Alpha Mike,” Lola murmured, glancing toward the gates.
Jessica shook her head. “The Alpha knows what he’s doing. Our job is to stay out of the way and let them fight.”
As they hurried, Lola’s mind raced with the whispered conversations she’d overheard—the warnings about the vampires. Now, they were here.
They reached the shelter as more pack members crowded in. Lola found a spot in the corner, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Alpha Mike. She felt a strange pull, a need to be close to him during this threat.
Jessica noticed her distracted gaze. “You’re worried about him, aren’t you?”
Lola looked away, unsure how to respond. “I just… I want to help.”
Jessica gave a faint smile. “We all do, but Alpha Mike needs warriors, not… well, you know.”
Lola looked down, feeling the weight of her new reality. She was here, yet powerless to aid the very people she had begun to care about.
---
Hours passed before the sound of footsteps approached the shelter door. Tension filled the room as it swung open, revealing Alpha Mike, his face marked with smudges of dirt and blood, but his stance firm. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Lola. She met his gaze, unable to look away.
“Everyone, listen,” he began, his voice calm yet commanding. “The vampires have retreated for now. But they will be back. We must remain prepared.”
Relief washed over the crowd, but Lola could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight he bore for his pack.
As the pack members dispersed, Mike motioned for Lola to follow him. She hesitated, glancing at Jessica, who gave her a nod of encouragement.
“Go,” Jessica whispered. “He wouldn’t ask unless it was important.”
Lola stepped forward, following him through the darkened halls until they reached his quarters. Once inside, he closed the door and turned to face her.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
“No, I’m fine,” she replied, surprised by his concern.
He studied her, his expression unreadable. “I’ve seen many battles, faced countless threats… but this one feels different. These vampires, they’re relentless.”
Lola nodded, feeling a connection in his words. “You’re worried.”
He exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I can’t let them take this pack. And… I can’t let anything happen to you.”
She looked up at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability he showed, a glimpse of the man beneath the Alpha’s mask.
Without thinking, she stepped closer. “Mike…”
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing her cheek. She felt the warmth of his touch, and for the first time, she grabbed him by his dick, and he also grab her breasts, he suck them slowly.
Their gazes held, and slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met. The kiss was gentle at first, abut soon it deepened, fueled by the intensity of the night’s events. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as she melted into his embrace, he spinned her, remove her pants, draw out his tongue, sucked her clit slowly till she moans so loud by screaming his name. It was so pleasurable.
They moved to the bed, their breaths mingling as they sank onto the sheets. His hands roamed her body, gentle yet firm, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
“Lola,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I’ve wanted this, even when I knew I shouldn’t.”
She silenced him with another kiss, her fingers tracing his huge. “Then don’t hold back,” she whispered.
They gave in to the passion between them, their movements slow and tender, savoring each moment. For a brief time, they forgot about the battles, the vampires, and the dangers lurking outside. In that room, they were just two souls, finding solace in each other.
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Lola rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing.
“You’re different than I expected,” she said softly, tracing patterns on his skin.
Mike chuckled, a sound that rumbled through his chest. “And what did you expect?”
She smiled, tilting her head to look at him. “I don’t know. But not this… not someone who cares.”
His expression softened as he looked down at her. “I didn’t want to care, Lola. I told myself that bringing you here was just business. But now…”
She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Now, it’s something more.”
He nodded, his gaze intense. “Yes. And it scares me.”
Lola placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. “Then let’s face it together.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. For the first time, she saw the man beneath the Alpha, the one who carried the weight of his pack on his shoulders yet longed for someone to share it with.
But before they could say more, a knock sounded at the door, breaking the quiet moment.
“Alpha, we need you,” came a voice from the other side. “The vampires… they’re back.”
Mike sighed, his expression hardening. He looked down at Lola, his eyes filled with regret. “I have to go.”
She nodded, releasing him from her embrace. “I understand.”
He stood, dressing quickly, and turned to her one last time before heading to the door. “Stay here. Stay safe.”
Lola watched him leave, her heart heavy. She wanted to fight, to stand beside him, but she knew her place. For now.
-
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She slipped out of her room, moving quietly through the corridors until she reached the training grounds. There, she saw him—Alpha Mike, in the midst of the fight, his movements swift and precise as he took down each vampire that dared approach.
A vampire lunged at him from the side, and without thinking, Lola grabbed a fallen spear, throwing it toward the attacker. The weapon found its mark, and the vampire crumpled to the ground.
Mike looked up, his eyes widening as he saw her. “Lola! What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t just sit back,” she replied, breathless.
He shook his head, but there was a hint of pride in his gaze. “Then stay close. And don’t take any unnecessary risks.”
The packhouse was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. The fight at the ruins was over, but the threat wasn’t gone. Alaric’s presence still hung over us like a dark cloud. No one said it out loud, but we all knew he was planning his next move. I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened.Mike’s door was slightly open, and warm light spilled into the hallway. I paused, wondering if I should leave him alone. Before I could decide, his voice called out. “Lola?” I pushed the door open. “Hey,” I said softly. “Couldn’t sleep.” Mike was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired. “Me neither,” he admitted. “Too much going on in my head.” I walked over and sat beside him. “Do you think Alaric will come back soon?” Mike’s jaw tightened. “He will,” he said firmly. “But so will we. We’ll be ready.” I nodded, though unease still lingered in my chest. “I just wish things could go back
The packhouse was quiet, but the heavy air was filled with tension. After sealing the gateway, everyone was tired, but sleep didn’t come easy. I sat near the window, looking out at the dark forest. The ruins might be safe for now, but Alaric’s threat still hung over us like a storm cloud. Footsteps echoed behind me. Mike’s steady voice broke the silence. "You can’t sleep, can you?" I shook my head. "Too much going on in my mind." He came closer and stood beside me. "We made progress today. We sealed the gateway." "For now," I said softly. "Alaric isn’t finished. I saw it in his eyes. He’ll come back." Mike’s jaw clenched. "Then we’ll be ready for him." I sighed. "But what if we aren’t ready?" Mike reached for my hand, his touch warm and steady. "We’ll be ready," he promised. Before I could respond, there was a loud knock on the door. Zara’s voice came through. "Lola, Mike. Come quickly. You need to see this." Mike and I exchanged worried looks before heading to the d
The night stretched long and heavy, every shadow outside the packhouse feeling thicker than before. Alaric’s presence lingered in my thoughts, a reminder that danger was closer than ever. I sat by the window, watching the trees sway in the faint breeze, the eerie stillness unsettling in a way that made my skin prickle. Mike stood by the door, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on the darkness outside. "He’s watching," he said quietly. "I can feel it." Zara, sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, nodded. "He doesn’t seem like the type to walk away that easily." I exhaled slowly, pushing away the tension creeping up my spine. "We can’t let him control the narrative. We have to get ahead of him before he finds a way to use the ruins against us." Dorian, who had remained quiet most of the evening, finally spoke. "Alaric doesn’t just manipulate power. He manipulates people. He knows how to twist thoughts, how to sow doubt. If you let him get too close, he’ll turn
The ruins stood silent in the aftermath of our confessions, their glow fading but still pulsing with an unsettling energy. The air around us carried an oppressive weight, as if the stones themselves were holding their breath, waiting. "We did what it wanted," Zara said, her voice low, cautious. "So why doesn't it feel like enough?" Mike rubbed the back of his neck, his expression tense. "Because it's not. This is just the beginning." Dorian stepped closer, his presence like a shadow creeping in from the edges. "The ruins have acknowledged your fears, but acknowledgment isn't action. You need to be ready for what comes next." Marcus scoffed, crossing his arms. "And what exactly is coming next, Dorian? More riddles?" Dorian's lips curled into an unsettling smirk. "Not riddles, Marcus. Consequences." A sharp gust of wind swept through the clearing, rustling the trees in a way that set every nerve in my body on edge. It wasn’t natural. It felt... purposeful. Then I heard it.
The ruins stood before us, shrouded in an eerie stillness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air was thick, heavy with something unspoken, something ancient. I could see the faint glow of the markings carved into the stones—symbols that seemed to pulse with an energy that made my skin crawl. Mike stood beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the area with sharp focus. "It's different," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Zara crouched down, tracing a symbol with her fingers, her brows furrowed in concentration. "They've shifted," she said. "These weren’t like this before. It’s almost like... they're reacting to something." Dorian stood a few feet away, observing us with his usual detached expression. "The ruins are alive," he said calmly, as if stating a fact we should already know. "They respond to the balance between realms. And right now, that balance is crumbling." I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto the strange patterns carved into the stone. "What
The weight of Dorian’s words hung over the packhouse like an invisible storm cloud, thick and suffocating. The murmurs of the pack barely registered in my mind as I stood by the window, staring out into the darkened forest. Somewhere out there, beyond the trees and the shadows, the source loomed, waiting. Mike’s presence was a steady warmth behind me, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. I let out a slow breath, leaning against him. “I’m just… trying to make sense of it all. The sacrifice he mentioned… what if it’s something we can’t afford to give?” Mike’s grip tightened, grounding me. “We’ll figure it out, Lola. We always do.” But I wasn’t so sure this time. This wasn’t just a rogue enemy or an invading force. This was something beyond us—something ancient and unrelenting. The idea of a ‘sacrifice’ gnawed at me, filling my chest with unease. A knock on the door interrupted our moment. Zara stepped i
The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the packhouse. It was a quiet morning, but the weight of what we had learned hung heavily over us. After everything that had happened—the fight, Dorian’s cryptic words, the talk of sacrifices—we knew that the worst was far from over.Mike was beside me as we sat at the kitchen table, the pack gathered around in quiet discussion. The usual sounds of clinking mugs and light chatter were absent. Instead, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone was on edge, waiting for someone to make the next move."Alright," Mike said, breaking the silence, "We need to figure out our next step. We’ve got limited time, and the longer we wait, the worse it’ll get."I nodded. "Dorian's right about one thing. We can’t fight this head-on. We need a plan that can buy us time. But what kind of sacrifice is he talking about?"“Maybe the sacrifice isn’t just a life,” Zara spoke up from across the room. "Maybe it's more than just one
The atmosphere in the packhouse felt heavier than usual. We were all trying to process the events that had just unfolded, but there was a lingering tension in the air that wouldn’t go away. Dorian’s words about the source, the balance, and the sacrifice kept replaying in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was coming and what we were going to have to do.Mike stood beside me, his hand lightly holding mine. His grip was strong, but there was an edge to his expression that I hadn’t seen before. I knew he was trying to stay calm for both of us, but the uncertainty in his eyes told me he was just as worried as I was.“I don’t know what we’re up against,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s bigger than anything we’ve faced before.”Mike nodded, squeezing my hand. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But the more I thought about Dorian’s words, the more unsettled I felt. The source wasn’t just a dark force or some kin
The clearing around us was alive with tension. The shadows had been vanquished, but there was no sense of relief in the air. Instead, a thick silence hung heavily, broken only by the heavy breaths of our pack. We had survived, but the victory felt hollow.I stood amidst the ruins, the ground still trembling from the power unleashed moments before. The shadow had recoiled, but its grip remained, lingering in the edges of my thoughts, my every movement. We had pushed back the darkness, but I knew it wasn’t over.Mike stood next to me, his hand gripping mine tightly, but there was no comfort in the touch. His eyes were locked on the horizon, watching as the last vestiges of the shadow faded into the night. His expression was hard, unreadable.“It’s not over,” he muttered, his voice rough. The weight of his words hung between us like a storm cloud.“I know,” I replied, my own voice laced with unease. My gaze swept over the pack—Marcus, Jessica, and the others were scattered, recovering fr