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My stolen dagger
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2026-04-06 23:49:46
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Fated to my Alpha nemesis Aftermaths and cautionary tales
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 painful shifts. His eyes yellowing in a way that wasn’t natural. I had started drawing his blood samples before anyone officially asked me to. I told myself it was research.Truthfully, it was desperation.The Day Rafe died, the air in the house felt wrong. Thick. Pressed down. The house became something unrecognizable.It became quieter, if that was even possible. Mum stopped speaking in full sentences. Some days she didn’t speak at all. She moved through rooms like something half-remembered, tou
Fated to my Alpha nemesis My stolen dagger
At dawn the next day, they carry out the execution in the execution hall. I watch my father body crumple against the floor. Lifeless. I don’t cry. Silence swallows the hall whole. It presses against my ears until everything feels distant, muffled, unreal. The air smells faintly of iron and dust. No one speaks to me. No one looks at me. Dust swirls in the empty space the moment they leave, drifting lazily through the pale morning light as if nothing monumental had just happened. My father is gone. Just like that. No thunder. No breaking sky. No last-minute miracle. Gone. ***** I’ve regretted, every day for the past three weeks, not burying my stolen dagger into Damon’s back when I had the chance. The memory plays on a loop in my head, sharp and merciless. Every single time, my chest tightens until it feels difficult to breathe. Me standing there, the dagger in my hand. Him walking away with his back to me. So sure that I wouldn't strike. And me letting log
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Condemned by My Own Voice
The Alpha’s eyes are immovable, piercing, pulling at me with a weight I can’t fight. I can't understand. I contemplate if he hates me more for my father's sins or because I'm human. Mum hand grips my wrist. Hard. Too hard. Pain shoots up my arm. I bite back a gasp. Her nails dig into my skin like a lifeline. Or a warning. Almost enough to draw blood. I swallow hard. My legs move before my mind catches up. She lets go. Reluctantly. My legs feel like stone. Every step toward the dais echoes in my skull, each footfall a drumbeat of judgment. The air is thick—thick with expectation, with accusation, with history. Every eye in the chamber follows my every motion. When I get to the dais I look up to meet Dad's eyes. He looks shocked. Confused. Suprised. Hurt. I try to tell him with my eyes that's I wouldn't betray him. That I had no idea. That I was so clueless as to what was going on. I look away from dad, not sure if he saw what I was trying to show him. The ch
Fated to my Alpha nemesis The Witness
The trial chamber is a massive room carved into the lower level of the pack house.Not a dungeon. Not a prison.Something worse.I have been here once before. Years ago. When a man was tried for sneaking his human slave to one of the distant human settlements without permission. He claimed he was setting her free.He was charged with unlawful removal of pack property and unauthorized transport of a human asset beyond pack jurisdiction.He was made an example of.I remember the sound of his mate screaming when the verdict was delivered.This room does not forget.The trial chamber is deliberate.Stone walls curve in a perfect half-circle around a raised platform where the Alpha sits, a throne carved into shadowed stone. The floor is polished slate, dark enough to reflect shadows but not faces. Torches burn along the walls—not because the room needs light, but because tradition demands fire witness judgment.Six council members sit in a crescent beneath the Alpha’s dais. Silent. Severe.
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Pretending to Function
The three days pass in a blur of motion, voices, and tears. I stare at the midnight blue, knee-length dress laid carefully across the bed and try not to think about anything except the fabric. The halter neckline. The almost nonexistent sleeves. The way the blue catches the sunlight and shines when I hold it juust so. It gleams like something meant for celebration. It is beautiful. I don’t want to look beautiful at my father’s trial. THREE DAYS BEFORE THE TRIAL After Damon left me in the hallway, I waited. I half expected guards to come for me. To drag me away and throw me into a cell for daring to lay hands on the Alpha’s son. It hadn’t been training. It hadn’t been controlled. I had meant to hurt him. I had meant to do damage that couldn’t be undone. Surely that was reason enough to lock me up. I slid down the marble wall and sat there, legs sprawled, staring at nothing. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. No one came. When it became clear that no one was going to arrest me, I
Fated to my Alpha nemesis I hate you
He sees my fist coming. I know he does. He doesn't move. My fist connects with his jaw. His head jerks sideways, but he doesn’t flinch beyond the motion of the hit or retaliate. Just watches me, calm, almost too calm. I strike again, harder this time. A blow to the chest. He rocks backward, but still no counter. And again. My knuckles sting, my shoulders scream. I’m a storm of fury, fueled by rage and grief. “You. Lied. To. Me.” I punctuate each word with a strike. By the fourth hit, he catches my fist with one hand. His grip is like iron, halting my momentum. I twist, trying to throw an elbow, but he pivots, body coiled, eyes sharp. “You said you would keep it a secret.” I lunge, knees low, feet moving fast. He sidesteps a jab, but I can see it—his right side pulls slightly, a fraction of hesitation. I don’t dwell. I exploit it. I sweep low, aiming for his ribs. He shifts weight to his left, grunting. I follow, spinning into a knee strike. His forearm blocks, but my e
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