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Aftermaths and cautionary tales

مؤلف: Riel
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-07 12:37:02

Grief did not come like a storm.

It did not split the sky open or drag me to my knees.

It settled.

It unpacked its bags.

And then it refused to leave.

Two months after my father’s execution, Rafe died.

The Doctors called it mutation instability. Cellular collapse. Progressive wolf-form degradation. They said it with steady voices and folded hands, as if technical language softened the blow.

It didn’t.

Rafe had been getting weaker for weeks. Tremors in his hands. Uncontrollable and immensely pai
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  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    The Council's Ambassador

    “What do you mean the council sent you?” I ask, doing my best not to let my panic show. Fuck. Were the trials beginning already? Would I not have enough time to train? Damon and I had barely scratched the surface of anything before those tear drop seeds turned me into a crying mess. A cold feeling settles heavily in my stomach. Training. Control. According to Damon, I barely had either. And I was beginning to think he was right. Soorayah turns toward me slowly, looking mildly annoyed that I interrupted her dramatic silence. “I currently occupy the position of council ambassador for the Luna Trials.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Mason cuts in immediately. “You’re not even from this pack. And you’re definitely not part of the council.” She shrugs lightly. “My father is,” she says. Then her eyes flick briefly toward Damon. “And he recommended me.” A pause. “Since the Alpha refused the council’s request for Michaela to occupy the official lodging required

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    The Council's Ambassador

    “What do you mean the council sent you?” I ask, doing my best not to let my panic show. Fuck. Were the trials beginning already? Would I not have enough time to train? Damon and I had barely scratched the surface of anything before those tear drop seeds turned me into a crying mess. A cold feeling settles heavily in my stomach. Training. Control. According to Damon, I barely had either. And I was beginning to think he was right. Soorayah turns toward me slowly, looking mildly annoyed that I interrupted her dramatic silence. “I currently occupy the position of council ambassador for the Luna Trials.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Mason cuts in immediately. “You’re not even from this pack. And you’re definitely not part of the council.” She shrugs lightly. “My father is,” she says. Then her eyes flick briefly toward Damon. “And he recommended me.” A pause. “Since the Alpha refused the council’s request for Michaela to occupy the official lodging required for the duratio

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Dramatics

    So everybody seems to know Soorayah. Everyone except me. “What is she doing here?” Mason asks, doing nothing to hide the bite in his voice. “Good to see you too, Mace,” Soorayah says with mock sweetness. “Don’t call me that,” he snaps. Soorayah walks toward him slowly, like she has all the time in the world. Her smile never slips for even a second. She runs a finger lightly down Mason’s chest. “Still as charming as ever… Mace,” she says again, intentionally emphasizing the nickname. Mason grabs her wrist and shoves her hand away hard enough to make the bracelets around her wrists clink softly. “Don’t touch me,” he grits out. Something flashes briefly across Soorayah’s face. Satisfaction. As though provoking him had been the goal all along. No one moves to stop them. Damon sits behind the cracked desk Mason had positioned earlier, his expression unreadable. Rhoda watches silently from the far side of the room, her arms folded tightly across herself. No one seems willing

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    I wouldn't get Jealous

    Damon doesn't move a muscle.His eyes remain on mine.I tilt my head slightly, just enough to see who just entered the room.I don’t recognize her at first.But there’s something about her that tugs at the edges of memory.Long blonde waves spill over her shoulders as she steps in, blue eyes sweeping across the room as though the destruction here is nothing more than decor.Her gaze lands on Damon.Then on me.And stays there.A beat too long.Unabashedly.Her gaze is sharp in a way that feels practiced rather than powerful.A smile curves her lips.Wide.Carefully composed.The kind of smile that looks polite until you notice the teeth behind it.“Did I interrupt something?” she asks lightly. “This is the time of the meeting, isn't it?”Only then does Damon shift his attention.Not quickly.He doesn't seem startled by this woman's presence.At her voice, his attention redirects, like I had never been the center of his focus at all.And something about that makes me despise this woman

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Just stupid

    “Well…” she says carefully. “He is not in a very good mood.” I turn to Coby and tell him I'd be back as soon as I can to finish up his crown. He nods absently, too invested in weaving the poppies into something that would hold. I don’t ask any more questions. Emory doesn’t offer any more answers. We walk down the corridors in complete silence. The quiet presses in, thick and watchful. My steps seem awfully loud as they contrast the quiet hum of the evening. My steps slow slightly as we approach the study doors. The doors are open. Not just open though. They were left open. Something in my chest tightens. Emory stops a few steps behind me. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. She would not go in. Something tells me it is more out of fear than respect. I push the door open the rest of the way and step inside. The first thing I notice— is the silence. Heavy and pressing. It seems to have followed me through my journey from the gardens and into Damon's study. After

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    The discovery of the poppy flower

    I walk down the corridor that leads to the kitchens. I need some water and food in my stomach as soon as possible. Whatever Dorion used to stabilize me has left me feeling extremely dehydrated and famished. I woke up earlier in the Alpha suite—not even sure when I had drifted off—and was met with an empty room. It’s becoming concerning, the number of times I’ve passed out in the last month. I wasn’t a sickly female. I open the door to the kitchen and am assaulted with the scent of whatever Georgia is making. Warm. Rich. Comforting in a way that settles something restless in my chest. It reminds me of those times when Mum would make dinner for us and I’d help her out with the little stuff. The memory sends a pang through my chest. I don’t linger on it. It has been the only way I can cope with everything going on. By dealing only with what is in the moment. “Goddess…” I say, pushing away these thoughts, my mouth already watering at the scent that permeates the kit

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Collision Course

    Damon has never let a slight go unpunished. Which means I’m either already dead… or something is very, very wrong. By noon, Damon should have humiliated me. At least twice. He hadn’t even looked at me. I keep glancing over my shoulder, half convinced I woke up in some parallel universe w

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Controlled Chaos

    I scrub my hands longer than necessary.The sink squeaks when I turn it off.I count to ten before I reach for his door.He hates when I knock before entering his room.I do it anyway.I wait a second before turning the knob and stepping inside.There’s a bottle of sanitizer on the table by his cot

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Handcuffs and bedposts

    What are you doing?Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small, rational voice tries to break through.My fingers grow bolder.They trace a slow path across his shoulder, up the side of his throat, along the sharp line of his jaw.His breathing changes.I hear it.Feel it.The low growl building in h

  • Fated to my Alpha nemesis    Uninvited guest

    I watch as the car pulls up to the curb.I leave my bedroom window and rush downstairs, taking a steadying breath before opening the front door.Cole remains in the driver’s seat, waiting.He’s been driving Talia and me to school ever since he got his license three years ago. Even after graduating,

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