LOGINCLARK
Luckily, Cadmus didn’t go through with his threat. I didn’t know if my fragile human legs would have even been able to hold my weight if he had followed through with those thirty minutes of “rest.” The pure, unfiltered stamina of an Alpha werewolf was terrifying, and my human body was already pushing its absolute limits.
CLARKI was in the middle of brewing a fresh pot of coffee when I heard Cadmus enter the kitchen, now fully dressed in his dark designer clothes. I turned my head slightly, our eyes locking in the morning light. I quickly looked away, focusing entirely on pouring the dark liquid into two mugs."Do you want some coffee?" I asked, keeping my tone carefully neutral."Yes, please," he replied gently, his voice devoid of its usual teasing edge.I don't know why, but as I stood there holding the warm mugs, a sudden, vivid picture flashed before my eyes. The quiet kitchen, the smell of brewing coffee, the domestic silence shared between us—it possessed a warmth that I couldn't help but ache
ClarkI woke up early the next morning even though I had barely slept the night before. I couldn't help but worry about Cadmus, who had spent the night outside our house. Despite the protective wall I tried to build around my heart, my human instincts kept betraying me—I had snuck over to the window several times during the dark hours to check on him. But even though a deep, primal pity had tugged at my chest, I still chose to let him endure the cold. In the end, the only thing I accomplished was losing a full night's sleep from my constant peeking.I stayed in bed for a few more minutes, staring at the ceiling and reflecting on the mess my life had become, before finally deciding to get up. My temporary room didn't have its own bathroom, so I needed to step out into the hallway to take a shower.
CLARKI woke up hours later to a barrage of muffled, angry shouting filtering through the floorboards from the front porch. The guest room was pitch black, a clear sign that the night had settled deep over the territory.Half-asleep and disoriented, I stood up, rubbed my eyes, and stepped out into the hallway. As I approached the stairs, the familiar, suffocating aura of Alpha dominance began to thick the air. My eyes widened in disbelief as I realized the source of the late-night commotion."Get the hell off my property! You've got some nerve showing your face back here after what you did!" Dad's voice boomed through the open front door.Eleanor was physically straining, her arms wrapped tigh
CLARKDad and Eleanor had been inside the room for quite some time, talking things through in low, tense murmurs that occasionally vibrated through the floorboards. Meanwhile, I was left in charge of Braxton, keeping a close eye on him in the living room while they had their serious conversation.As I watched my baby brother crawl across the rug, a heavy, suffocating pang of regret washed over me. I cursed myself for ever telling my father the truth about the contract. If only I had let the lies stand, if only I had kept the heavy burden of the Mavros pack secrets to myself, my family wouldn't be in this hyper-vigilant state of panic. The guilt weighed on me like a physical chain; I had brought the dangerous, unpredictable chaos of the werewolf underworld right to their front door. And now, innocent little B
Clark"Clark!"A sudden, sharp shout from inside the house shattered the moment. I stood up immediately, rushing toward the front door with Cadmus tracking closely behind my heels.The moment we burst into the living room, we were greeted by utter chaos. Clothes, blankets, and storage bins were scattered across the floor, half-stuffed into open luggage."Eleanor! I explicitly commanded you to start packing the bags! We are vacating this property immediately!" Dad barked, his face red as he threw another handful of clothes toward a suitcase. Eleanor stood by the sofa, looking entirely helpless and confused."Clark, please, what is happening to your father?" Eleanor cried out the moment she saw me. "I can't get him to calm down!""Pa, please, just stop for a second," I tried to intervene, stepping into his line of sight. "Pa, what are you doing!" I shouted louder when he completely ignored me, grabbing a heavy winter coat from the closet."What is that goddamn animal still doing inside
ClarkIf you're really unlucky, it's always at the worst possible moment that he suddenly shows up. I honestly didn't expect him to track my scent here, especially after Kate had fallen down the stairs back at the pack mansion, sending the whole estate into a frenzy."What are you doing here?" I asked him, my eyes wide as I held the heavy oak door open."I'm picking you up," Cadmus said, his voice low, vibrating with a gravelly, Alpha resonance that made the air around the porch feel heavy. "Let's talk about this first, Clark. I want to make this work—""I'll just go back to the mansion later on my own," I insisted, panic sharpening my tone. "Let's talk there. Not now.""Then come with me right now," he said, stepping closer. The sheer, magnetic pull of his presence was overwhelming, a classic command trait of his dominant werewolf lineage."That's not possible!" I quickly refused, placing a hand against his solid chest to keep him back."Why? What's wro—""Clark! Who's at the door?"







