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Ophelia
Today is the day I die.
Panting heavily as I whip my head backwards, I confirm if they are still behind me. Well, I don’t have to check to know. They are right behind me.
“Goddamnit!” I hiss as I feel the dried twigs cut through my arms and knees. The large branches in the forest pose as obstacles but I don’t stop for a second, slapping them off my path.
I’ll die the moment I stop.
Terry and his wolves are still behind me. I can hear their growls and howls from just a little distance behind me and if I don’t find somewhere to hide as soon as possible, I will be doomed forever.
The only reason I’m way ahead of them is because I was able to sneak out of the tent after finding out Terry’s plan to intercept me in my sleep. That bloody wolf never planned on helping me in the first place!
I have been on the run for the past three days and I probably must be in another Pack now. I had stumbled onto Terry in the forest and I was wary of him at first.
But he proved he meant no harm by offering me food and even a place to sleep. He told me he was a rogue wolf and I said I was a rogue too. I lied.
My knee-length dress is tattered and my hair probably looks like a bird’s nest. No one would believe I’m the stepdaughter of the Midnight Hunters Alpha.
My father was the Alpha’s Beta, his second-in-command, and after he died, the Alpha proposed to my mother. What struck me hardest wasn’t the Alpha’s swift proposal after his wife’s death but my mother’s unreluctant approval.
I thought she loved my father so much that she wouldn’t even dream of becoming a mate to another wolf. But I was wrong.
I don’t know if she desired to live a luxurious life as the Alpha’s wife or if she was just lonely after my father’s death. Just after six months of being a widow, my mother got married to Alpha Duncan and became the Luna of the Midnight Hunters.
And that’s when my life became a living hellhole.
Duncan treated my mother and me like trash. And I was bullied every single day by my stepsiblings. In public, Duncan was seen as a generous Alpha who married a widow and took care of her daughter but within the Palace, his true colors were revealed.
His children weren’t any better as none of them respected my mother as Luna. They never considered me as their sibling and neither did I. I hated them all but I only endured because of my mother.
Because for some reason, she endured all the hardships they subjected us to without a single word. And each time I tried to fight back, she always held me back.
She told me they all had a right to maltreat us. And that we deserved to be treated this way. I never understood why but I gave up on figuring it out after years of silence from my mother.
Then a week ago, Alpha Duncan declared that I was to be married off to the Alpha’s heir of Cryptid Pack. The same one who had killed his mother, the Luna of the Pack, after he was attacked by a fit of madness.
I had suspected before but that was when I realised that Alpha Duncan despised my mother and I. That was the only reason he would agree to marry me off to a crazy wolf whom I’ve never met.
A few days before the wedding, I ran away without even informing my mother. I knew if I did, she would have dissuaded me from the idea and told me to just endure. But I was done taking shit from Alpha Duncan and his children.
In the middle of the night, I used the camouflage potion I smuggled into the palace and ran away from Midnight Hunters Pack. Since then, I never looked back because there was no way I’m going back there!
Exhausted, I hide behind the trunk of a tree to catch my breath and think straight. My chest rises and falls as my breaths come out ruggedly.
I have to think of something. I can’t keep running like this. It’s only a matter of time before they catch me.
I could have easily changed into my wolf form and outrun them but I don’t have a spare of clothes. And I can’t continue my journey naked.
“Cars.” My wolf, Jade, says in my head.
“Where?” I ask and then, my ears pick up the sound of a highway close by.
I hear cars honking with a few wolves talking and laughing. Music from a bar fills my ears as well.
“Get there and find help.” Jade mutters and I force my legs to rush down the forest.
Since I ran away, I’ve never taken time to stop. I don’t even sleep for too long. I am scared that if I do, Duncan and his men will catch me and take me back there.
I’m beaten down, hungry and thirsty but going back to Midnight Hunters Pack is not an option. I have to survive out here no matter what. I must survive.
That’s the only way I can go back and rescue my mother from the clutches of Alpha Duncan.
After I cover a few miles, I see the highway looking down at me. Thankfully, there’s a trail to get to the road.
“H-Help!” I try to scream as I reach the road. But none of the cars stop to help me. “P-Please.” I choke, gasping for air.
“Get back here!” I turn back to see the werewolves rushing down the path.
“Oh, no.” I take a few steps backwards and a car slams into my side, throwing me off my feet.
Truly, today is the day I die.
Ophelia“Oh, I forgot to mention, Ophelia.” Damian starts slow. “But I am the Alpha’s son, Regent Alpha of the Cryptic Pack.”Shell-shocked, I stare at him. My thoughts running fast and sweat covering my forehead uncomfortably. Trying to process what I just heard has me in shackles. It can’t be! Alpha’s son. Cryptic Pack. No, it can’t be!Damian steps out of the car and leaves me alone in my misery. Confusion takes me off guard followed by resentment and anger.I just got married to my betrothed! The same one I ran away from!What type of sick joke is Fate playing on me? Oh, God, no. This can’t be happening. No wonder he looked powerful and rich, he’s the son of the freaking Alpha!“Coming?” He leans down and places his hand in the air, wanting to help me out of the car.Exasperatedly, I open the door next to me and storm out of the car. Rounding him at the other side, I’m tempted to yell out in frustration but self-control holds me back.“W-What did you just say?” My question comes
DamianThe ride back home is quietToo quiet, in fact.Not her voice. Not my thoughts. Not even the feral roar of my beast rumbling under my skin, threatening consistently to break free and wreak havoc in a fit of madness. For once, in so long a time, even my beast is silent.Ophelis sits just across from me, with a distracted look. Even though her gaze follows the shifting trees as we travel, I could pick the flinching, telltale looks of regrets on her face. As though she considers an escape out of here. Even so, her straight back posture, upright chin and crossed legs catches my eyes. Like the clandestine manner of a woman in high graces. It fills me with pride, curving the corners of my lips upward in self appreciation. But beneath that, is the occasional tremble of her fingers. The frequent shifts of broken focus into sadness and anger, as she wages an internal war with her troubled mind. Not that it matters anymore. We are married already, by reason of contract. And nothing
Ophelia“Including marrying me for the next three months?’The relief I had from having met a saviour drops instantly at his proposal. Become his wife? But I don’t even know him!Staring back at me, his blue eyes search mine but he’s determined. It’s clear he’s not joking with the proposal but why would he even want a stranger to be his wife?He seems perfectly normal and extremely handsome to be short of ladies. His stormy blue eyes carry a depth to them and his black hair falls in contrast to his smooth skin.His tall and muscled build poses a powerful demeanor with the tailored suit he is wearing. Judging from the luxurious car he came out from and the fact that he has a driver, he is definitely a rich werewolf in this Pack.He looks like he has what it takes to protect me from Terry or any other danger. And frankly, I can use the help especially as I hadn’t had a roof over my head for the past few days.But agreeing to be his wife? I ran away from home because my stepfather wanted
DamianShe ran!I roar out throatily, as I slam my head back into the headrest. My blood roars in my ears, every nerve within me thumping hard and fast. And my muscles–they tense for release, aching for something–anything at all to hit.Anything to take away the anger shimmering within my chest.Anything to erase the fact that my betrothed from the Midnight Pack was gone. No note, no words, just gone. I tense up, wanting to hit anything to hide the smear of an insult this would bring on me. But I restrain myself. Especially as I catch the worrying glances from my driver through the rear view mirror, every now and then.I can decipher the look—the worry, the concern. It does not come from his empathy with me, No!But it does come from his fear, at the very thought that in any moment from now, I can turn on him—and become the deranged wolf any moment now.I remember when it all started.The uncontrollable fits of anger. Sudden surges of irrational rage reducing me to a feral creature
OpheliaToday is the day I die.Panting heavily as I whip my head backwards, I confirm if they are still behind me. Well, I don’t have to check to know. They are right behind me.“Goddamnit!” I hiss as I feel the dried twigs cut through my arms and knees. The large branches in the forest pose as obstacles but I don’t stop for a second, slapping them off my path.I’ll die the moment I stop.Terry and his wolves are still behind me. I can hear their growls and howls from just a little distance behind me and if I don’t find somewhere to hide as soon as possible, I will be doomed forever.The only reason I’m way ahead of them is because I was able to sneak out of the tent after finding out Terry’s plan to intercept me in my sleep. That bloody wolf never planned on helping me in the first place!I have been on the run for the past three days and I probably must be in another Pack now. I had stumbled onto Terry in the forest and I was wary of him at first. But he proved he meant no harm by







