Emerald I've lost count of the days I've been kept in this hellhole. I've lost count of how many times the devil has touched me. I've lost count of how many times I've prayed to the Moon Goddess to have mercy on me. But everything feels as dark as ever. Maybe I'll never see the light again. Maybe I'll be stuck here forever. "I heard they're trying to trace us now," a whisper echoed from the distance. My wolf has been silent, refusing to cooperate for days—just when I needed her the most. But thanks to her heightened senses, I can still hear, though not at full strength. "I wonder if they can find us, with the enchantment cast over this place. Unless Mazz reveals our location," another voice responded. Enchantment? So that’s why no one has come for me. Even if Matthew is looking, he won’t find me. But did he tried to look out for me?A fresh wave of despair settled in my chest. I really am alone.I glanced at myself, and there was nothing left to feel but disgust. I was dirt
EmeraldHopelessness once reigned in my heart after realizing I was wrong. It wasn't his growl at all. It was just a warning horn from outside the cave. I am not saved. Not at all. "We received a message," a man said as he entered the cave. For a moment, I felt a hint of relief. At least the sudden news interrupted what Mazz was about to do. It felt like someone out there favored my situation... or so I thought. Mazz turned to me, his eyes burning with rage. The anger he held for me seemed to multiply, reaching its peak. What was the message all about? Without a word, Mazz stormed toward me. Before I could react, a sharp sting spread across my cheek as his hand connected with my face. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood on my lips. "I want him to feel what it's like... to have someone else touch his mate," Mazz spat, his voice filled with hatred. My heart dropped. Mate. How does he know? I swallowed the lump in my throat as the realization sank in. Does
EmeraldI tried to keep my eyes open, staying alert despite my situation. For goodness' sake, someone kidnapped me. I mean, I don't consider this kidnapping — more like I am being held hostage. Their intention isn't clear, but maybe it is to challenge our pack leaders. "Did you convey the message?" the one with a scar on his face asked the other man. They're rogues, and they actually look like one. When they took me out of the pack, I felt as if I was already riding on death. I couldn't fight anymore, and my wolf is a little bit weaker compared to these people. Fighting is just like expediting my death. "No response from the Alpha," the man replied. The scar-faced man glanced at me. There was this anger in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. He looked angry at me for a reason I could not understand. I don't know these people. They're total strangers, and I don't owe any debt to them. Suddenly, the scar-faced man began to walk toward me. My breathing hitched as he grab
Matthew I've always been strong and clear-minded, but Nicholas' heads-up from earlier made my entire system tremble. The provincial part of the pack had always been peaceful. For it to be attacked by rogues means something bigger is at play—there's a larger fight ahead. And to remember Emerald being assigned there adds an entirely different weight to the situation. "Why is it so silent?" Frederick, one of my most trusted men, asked, breaking the tension in the air. When we reached the area, it was dark, eerily silent, and the only thing that greeted me was the scent of blood. My heartbeat quickened. This is not a good sign. Am I too late? I rushed to check the borders, and the sight before me made my stomach churn. Fallen werewolf soldiers were scattered across the ground—most lifeless, some barely holding on. My breath hitched. Where is Emerald? "Spread out!" I commanded, my voice sharp, masking the panic threatening to surface. "Search for survivors—and find Emerald!"
Emerald I used to hide and let rumors take control. I thought the best way to deal with them was through silence. I don’t know if I was foolish to let Matthew publicly announce the truth—that he rejected me. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, a burst of emotion I couldn’t contain. I could have just told him to say we weren’t together, that I wasn’t his mistress. It wasn’t until after a call with my friends that I realized how poor that decision had been. "Isn't it more embarrassing to have everyone know you were rejected?" That was Mathilda’s message after our call last night. It dawned on me a little too late. The fact that I had Zane as my fake mate hadn’t even registered. People might have viewed things differently if I had simply let the rumors die on their own. When my duty at the homestead ended and I was reassigned back to the city, I thought I’d left it all behind. But as soon as I returned, a new rumor had taken root—that I had only used Zane to heal a broken heart caus
Emerald I stood there, surrounded by the other nurses whispering to one another. Their curious glances and stifled giggles were unbearable, but I tried my best to remain composed. “No, I’m not a mistress,” I firmly repeated, glaring at them. Their faces betrayed a mix of discomfort and guilt, but none of them spoke up. It was obvious they believed the gossip, or at the very least, found it entertaining. "I wonder who spread the gossip. I'd like to talk to them," I added. I felt a surge of anger rising. How could people gossip so easily without knowing the truth? It wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about clearing my name and protecting my dignity. Back in the States, spreading rumors had consequences, but here, it seemed people thrived on them. As I stewed in frustration, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Matthew, of all people, standing there. “Matthew?” I said, my voice tight with surprise. He hadn’t been at the homestead in months, and now he shows up