Camila "Go on, scream! Don't you want to give it a try?" He snarled like a beast, his eyes burning with lust as they roamed over my body. I shook my head, "Stay back." My heart racing, I prayed for help from any source. I regretted selling the ring, wishing I had left it at the hotel and avoided this trouble. In a sudden movement, I found myself on the cold floor, my back against it. My eyes widened, wondering how it happened so quickly with the lock on my cage. “You belonged to me now!" He snarled like a savage beast, his eyes blazing as he grabbed my leg. "Once I'm finished with you, I will offer you to my guards." His menacing words caused tears to stream down my face as I attempted to push him away, but he kept a tight grip on me. I fought with all my strength against his hold. I immediately acted on my instincts and grabbed his arms, putting them in my mouth and giving him a painful bite. "Let go of me, you bitch!" He groaned in pain, hitting my head to try to push me awa
Camila I turned to face them and stared at their faces suspiciously. Despite their seemingly safe appearance, I remained cautious. "Who are you people?" I asked, observing as they exchanged glances. The older woman among them stepped forward and gave me a smile. "You can call me Madam Gabby. I'm the head of all the maids in the pack," she introduced herself gently. "Get into the bathtub," she instructed the girls. "I’m Dixie, let me help you with your clothes," one of the girls with black locked hair adorned with flower patterns said and tried to approach me. However, I moved, wrapping my arms around my body, as I stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. Madam Gabby stepped forward, "Dixie, take it easy with her." She scolded the maid girl. "Im sorry, Madam Gabby," Dixie quickly apologized, bowing to Mrs. Gabby and me. Madam Gabby turned to me with an assuring smile, "She will be gentle with you." She smiled again. I felt safe because of her words. I turned to Dixie, raised my ga
Camila His eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if he hadn't been the one to summon me. In an instant, he replaced his expression with a cold, menacing glare that penetrated my very being. A wave of hot liquid spread down my thigh, causing me to instinctively clutch my legs together. The humiliating realization dawned on me - I had lost control of my bladder. He stalked towards me, his movement menacing like a predator closing in on its prey. Before I could react, his hand firmly gripped my neck, his sharp nails digging into my flesh, raising my head to meet his intense gaze. Blood trickled from the wounds he inflicted as he choked me. "Do my face disgust you?!" he bellowed in anger. I quickly shook my head, but he tightened his grip further. "How dare you?!" "Let me go..." I struggled to speak, my hands hitting his strong hand. I was suffocated, sensing my life slipping away with each passing second. His angry gaze was intense, radiating heat. His eyes filled with rage and hat
Alpha Zedex "Come in!" My voice came out in a gravelly ramble from the excessive howling all through the night. I stood naked with my hands clasped behind my back, my brows furrowed as I tried to understand Mogan's words. Mogan briefly pulsed, "But..." He trailed off, not wanting to interrupt anything happening in my chamber. I could see him now, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "Now!" My voice was loud and commanding. In an instant, he rushed in and quickly knelt down, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. “Max is instigating rebellion; he was supported by Troy, Full Mountain pack’s Alpha,” he reported again. I chuckled, my lips curling into a smirk. ‘Max never learns,’ I said, shaking my head and letting out a dry laugh. He looked up at me, puzzled by my laughter in such a serious situation involving Troy. Mogan hesitated, his eyes darting around the floor, "The commotion in the meeting chamber was..." "Mogan, go to bed," I interrupted, turning to
Alpha Zedex I turned away from the elder councils, anger simmering within, as their betrayal stung; they had sided with Troy my sworn enemy, to remove me from the throne. It was frustrating that they would align with someone who has always opposed Vermillion's rule and been against us for years. And now he was manipulating Max. I could almost imagine the shock on Max’s when he realized, Troy’s true intentions. I need to go see Grandpa and talk to him about what Max did. ‘I hope he doesn't dwell on the situation too much, especially since the pack physician warned against it.’ I thought and sighed. My shoulders drooped as I made my way through the castle hallway, each step heavy with weariness and doubts. I could only hope that everything would turn out okay. Finally, I stopped in front of Grandpa's chamber. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, steadied my chest, and pushed the door open. “Zedex, what commotions is going on? I couldn’t sleep all through the night.” Grandp
Camila I fluttered my eyes open and let out a loud yawn, raising my palms to cover my mouth, only to notice I couldn’t move them. They were heavy and sore. ‘Where was I?’ My gaze wandered around the unfamiliar room, surrounded by plain creamy-pitch-colored walls. A severe headache hit me suddenly, and I gently massaged my head, trying to relieve the throbbing pain while memories of the previous night came flooding back: desperate to escape, surrounded by wild wolves, rescued by an elderly woman, and…Alpha Zedex’s fierce sex. ‘His scar was horrible. What happened to his face?’ Strangely, my cheeks flushed, warmth spreading across my face like a burning fire. I quickly raised my hand to touch my face. ‘Wait, I'm blushing? Why the heck am I blushing?’ I slightly hit my forehead, scolding myself mentally. Suddenly, I began hearing whispers behind the closed door; it sounded like someone was arguing outside. “She’s awake?” “Of course, she looks stronger than most of us.” “
Camila My jaw dropped, and my eyes widened in shock as everything sank in. Werewolves! I was surrounded by werewolves, and I had even slept with the master of them all, not once but twice. ‘Gosh, I'm screwed!’ I thought, my mind reeling as I tried to process everything. A mix of confusion, fear, and disbelief overwhelmed me. How could this be happening? ‘How is this possible?’ I blinked rapidly, still trying to process the situation. Tyla then came and stood in front of me, giving me a gentle tap on the shoulder. "It's time for a bath," she said. I turned to her, alert etched on my face. "You're an animal too? Like a wild wolf?" I stammered, my voice quivering as I pointed my trembling fingers at her. Tyla’s eyes narrowed. "Did you just call me an animal?" she asked, raising her hand and pointing at herself. "Yes!" I shouted, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. "You're all heartless and cruel animals. That's why you slaughtered the prisoners in cold blood." Tears
Camila Dixie and Bianca helped me with my bath, and within minutes, I was all done dressing up. All the while, I kept glancing at the door, waiting for Tyla to walk through it. I thought I needed to apologize to her, but it seemed like she didn't want to come close to me. Dixie noticed my restlessness and smiled. "Tyla will come around," she assured, patting my head. I nodded and stood up, examining myself in the mirror one last time. My skin appeared thinner, and my once full neckline now looked sharp, like the edge of a sword. 'I must leave this place, no matter what. I have to seize this opportunity and escape; I can't let it slip away,' I thought, clenching my fists. Bianca got up from her seat and approached me, studying my face and body. I furrowed my brows in confusion and quickly checked myself to see if something was amiss. "Dixie, are you sure you want this human—" "Camila Stone," I quickly corrected, suddenly finding the word 'human' strange. However, they saw
Camila The moment Dixie and Bianca left the room and closed the door behind them, Madam Gabby leaned closer and began examining my body. My jaw dropped in awe, and I wondered why she was doing so. “You aren’t feeling any pain, are you?” she asked, concern lingering in her voice. Tears clouded her eyes as she held my hands, smoothing them gently. Her personality and reactions were exactly like Miss Abigail’s when she was still alive. Just like a mother, she had always looked out for me, wanted me to be safe, and dreaded the thought of me getting hurt. I shook my head. “I’m fine. Your secret weapons were helpful,” I muttered, flashing her a smile. She tried to smile back, but her clouded eyes blinked away tears. I leaned forward and wiped them with the back of my hands. “I’m glad they did,” Madam Gabby said, her shoulders dropping in relief. “I’m also relieved that Alpha Zedex paid them back in their own coin,” she added, smiling. I smiled back. After a silent moment betwe
Camila POVI’d known Lan hated me from the moment he first saw me in the icy dungeons. He despised how I fearlessly talked back to him, how I stood my ground against him—but wanting me dead? Nah. That was something I wouldn’t bet on—though maybe it just hadn’t crossed my mind yet. But come to think of it, now I see why there was so much disdain and hate in Piro’s eyes. The words that came out of his mouth, down to the venom in his glare and dreadful threats—now it’s all coming together in one piece. Bianca shook her head. “So sad that he always pretends to be so naive and clueless in front of the Alpha. Trust me, the Alpha would be disheartened to learn that Lan turned out worse than his brother.” Dixie nodded. “I knew Lan was up to something when he chose his half-brother over his blood brother. Deadlier than a snake—now I wish Alpha Zedex had known this sooner to avoid future trouble,” she voiced in concern. Bianca hastily held my hand. “From now on, you need to stay away fr
Camila “Trust me, Mogan,” I whispered, pulling away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. His gaze burned into my back as I walked, heavy and unyielding. When I lifted my eyes to meet his, he released a heavy sigh of relief, as though my closeness had been suffocating him all along. Mogan’s stare snapped toward me. Even in the dim light, I could see the doubt flickering behind his hardened expression—how he blinked rapidly, his eyes darting to the walls, the floor, anywhere but me. Convincing him would be difficult, I knew. But I couldn’t force him. If I pushed too hard, he’d only grow more wary, suspecting some hidden scheme. Yet, deep down, I clung to one certainty, he didn’t hate me. Since my arrival in this strange, shadowed world, he’d saved me countless times. Even when I feared he’d betray me for asking Madam Gabby about Zedex’s past, he’d stayed silent. That small mercy had spared me harsher punishments. “I’ll give you time to think, Mogan,” I said softly, climbing o
CAMILA POVIn a flash, he closed the distance between us. His palm struck my chin like lightning, pain jolting through me like electricity. My hand flew to my face as tears spilled over. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. A shiver raced down my spine. The fury in his eyes made me wish the ground would swallow me whole. ‘I should’ve stayed silent. Let him walk away.’ “Trust?” Zedex’s voice dripped venom as his fingers dug into my flesh. Blood trickled down my neck. “Who the fuck are you to speak of trust? You stole from me. Gave my ring to the enemy.” He snarled like a feral beast, then drove his fist into my stomach. I crumpled to the floor, waist slamming against the wooden table. A sharp cry tore from my throat. “Ugh!” I lifted tear-blurred eyes to him. He scoffed, “I'd rather trust a snake than a human. He stalked toward me, a predator circling prey. “You want to flee, don’t you?” he whispered before erupting into manic laughter. “N-no—” I shook my hea
Camila POV My eyelashes fluttered open as my gaze landed on the ceiling. The faint scent of Zedex’s sandalwood cologne lingered in the air, grounding me in his space. It was familiar, and I slowly raised my upper body to sit upright on the bed. My eyes wandered around the room, and I instantly recognized Zedex’s chambers. I stretched my arms and twisted slightly, surprised to feel no pain in my body or joints—not even a headache. The usual ache in my ribs from past beatings was gone, replaced by an unnatural vigor. I felt renewed and strong as if energized from within. ‘When did we return to the Vermillion Pack?’ My thoughts raced, scrambling to recall what had happened. In a flash, memories flooded my mind: Max and Troy harassing me, Zedex intervening by severing their hands. Their snarls echoed in my skull, followed by the metallic tang of blood. My face fell with sadness. The rivalry between the brothers showed no sign of ending, and it pained me to know it was all because o
Alpha Zedex.I turned around and walked further into my room, sitting at my dining table. I then untied my mask from my face, showing my scar, before pouring myself a cup of tea. After some time, Mogan didn’t hear a word from me, which made him lift his head. At that moment, I turned and our eyes met. I waved my hand, inviting him to come closer. “Come, sit,” I said softly, sipping my tea. The warmth of the drink going down my throat couldn’t compare to the sorrow in my heart. Mogan stood up and walked over to me, sitting across from where I sat. I picked up the small kettle and poured tea into both of our cups. “Zedex…” he hesitated, studying my face as I looked at him calmly. He expected me to be upset for him using my name, but my steady gaze encouraged him to continue. “I know Grandpa took it out on you,” he said quietly, understanding my pain. I would say Mogan is the only one who truly gets me. He sees right through my attempts to hide my feelings. He has witnessed me at my
Alpha Zedex.The intense pain on my bare chin made me look at him, feeling as if I had been punched in the stomach. The hurt glimmered in my eyes, making them shiny with tears. The shock and pain from Grandpa’s slap crashed over me like a wave, and my mouth fell open because I couldn’t understand why he was defending Max, even though he had planned to hurt me. “Grandpa!” I shouted, my voice trembling. The anger and frustration I held back spilled out like a dam breaking. Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt my face flush with rage. I balled my hands into fists to keep my emotions in check. “Enough, Zedex!” he responded, his eyes filled with disappointment and sadness as he looked into mine. “Why did you hurt your brother?” His expression suddenly softened, and he began to cry. “Hmph!” I scoffed, unable to stop a hurtful laugh from escaping as I stood up from the floor. I wasn't surprised by what he said; it was always the first question he asked whenever Max and I fought. But what
Alpha Zedex Lan kept a steady smile on his face, but his clenched fist revealed his inner turmoil. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, though he did his best to hide his sorrow. “Just tell me, did you see Max? How is he?” Lan pressed again, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. No matter what had transpired, as I mentioned earlier, family ties run deep, but betrayal leaves wounds that no relationship can mend. I turned to Grandpa, who stepped closer, his intense gaze fixed on me. I could tell he was anxious—eager for any news about his grandson. There was no escaping this moment; it would come out eventually. Mogan noticed the tension between us and moved forward. The sound of his boots echoed in the quiet hall as he clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace slowly, drawing everyone’s attention. “The Full Mountain Pack deceived us,” he declared loudly. “It was all a lie. There was no human attack. There were no killings. Alpha Troy and Max lured our Alpha there t
Alpha ZedexAmore pulled his finger away from her pulse and let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temple. "If I'm right, I've only heard of one bloodline like this—the—" "I forbid you, Amore," I interrupted, my eyes darkening. This was a forbidden topic because the name was a curse. It was part of old horror stories that scare pops and young wolves. The Oswaldo Howlers had vanished long before my father was born; they were eliminated during the blood purge due to their terrifying abilities. They were the most powerful with the strongest gifts, which made them seen as evil. If Camila had even a trace of their cursed bloodline… “Give her more poison.” My voice was dangerously calm as I moved closer to get a better look. Amore was taken aback by my command, his body tensing. “B-but Alpha, the poison didn’t—” “Then use silver.” I interrupted sharply. At this point, I needed proof, and I was willing to go to any lengths. Amore’s fingers trembled slightly as he took a deep breath. “Alph