LORA'S POVHours after dinner, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My mind was racing with both fear and uncertainty. My mind, no matter how much I tried to deny it, kept going back to Yvonne and her visit earlier.As much as I had tried to be indifferent, I was still scared of what would happen if my father eventually finds out about Blake.As the Alpha of the pack, my father had always been strict when it came to pack rules and traditions. As werewolves, our duty was to prioritize our pack over anything else.I sighed and ran my fingers through my tangled hair, feeling helpless and alone. I wished I could confide in someone right now. But Blake already promised that he would be here tonight so I had to make doI knew that I couldn't keep my relationship with Blake a secret forever, but I didn't know how to approach my father about it. I had seen how he had reacted in the past when pack members had gone against his wishes. It was never pretty. I was lying
My father's face was a portrait of fury, his eyes burning with anger and disappointment. He clenched his fists at his side trying to control his emotions."Dad," I said, scrambling through my mind for the right thing to say, "I..I can explain,""Explain what exactly? How dare you, slut away under my roof with a low life like him?""That's enough for you Marcus. No one said you could talk to my mate like that." Blake snapped, getting up from the bed.I cringed when I saw my father's face turn red with the word 'mate'."What on earth did you just say?" "You heard me right. I am mated to your daughter. I'm sure you know how mating works, and it's beyond control. I suggest you accept the fact soon enough,""You disgusting maggot," Dad seethed, "How dare you put your filthy claws on my daughter?"Before he could advance I ran between them to block the fight I could sense coming.I turned to Blake with a sad smile, and his angry eyes grew warm instantly when he looked into my eyes."Go," I
I stormed into my house, the door slamming behind me as I let out a growl of frustration. My emotions were a whirlwind, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear. I needed someone to talk to, and that someone was my best friend, Lock.Lock was lounging in the living room, flipping through a book when I stormed in. He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in surprise at my sudden entrance."You are back late. I thought you would be away all night at least. Blake, what happened?" he asked, clearly concerned as he took in my disheveled appearance and the anger on my face.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to find the words to explain the situation. "You won't believe what just happened at Lora's house," I said, my voice tight with emotion.Lock set his book aside and sat up straight, giving me his full attention. "What's going on? Is Lora okay?"I paced back and forth, my hands clenching and unclenching as I relived the events. "Her father caught us together in her room," I started, and Lock's
Lora’s PovSophia was the only one who could convince me to join the family for breakfast the next morning.Now here I was, head aching as I listened to Yvonne and her children rant about the wedding.The godforsaken was coming up in a few days, and I still could not find a way to stop it.The sun was streaming through the large windows of the dining room, casting a warm glow over the long table set for breakfast. The table was covered with a white tablecloth, and the plates and cutlery were arranged neatly, awaiting their occupants.I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for the meal ahead. My stomach churned as I looked at the people around the table - my father, his mistress Yvonne, and her two children, who seemed to be constantly smirking at my discomfort. I never enjoyed these shared meals; they were tense, awkward, and felt like a constant reminder of the fractured nature of our family.As we started eating, my father cleared his throat and began talking about the Lycans
The hallway to the dungeon was dark and very dusty.Obviously, no one has come here for months. Maybe years even, judging from the thick cobwebs.How sure was Sophia even saw anything here to begin with?How sure was I that she was telling the truth?What if this was some sort of trap?I stopped in my tracks, but shook my head.In as much as I wanted to be cautious, Sophia had given me a reason whatsoever to doubt her. She had stood by me and had kept my secrets. She had earned my trust.I continued walking down the hallway till I got to the dungeon doors. A very long gate which was also covered in dust and cobwebs.I placed my hand on the door knob and gave it a push but it didn’t bulge. Not that I was even expecting it to.The gate was locked, but if my father was really keeping someone here, how come he did not place a guard here?Maybe he didn’t, to avoid raising suspicions.That made sense.Because no one believed that there was something down here.Blake never told me anything
BLAKE'S POV."Aren't you going in for work today?"I turned to Jane and gave her a weak smile.I thought I was alone in the house. It was already 9:00am and they should all be working by now."No. I have to take care of some things," I muttered, walking straight to the fridge for a glass of cold water."Hey Blake, are you alright?" Jane asked, her tone full of genuine concern.I forced a smile, trying to keep my emotions in check, "Yeah, I'm fine Jane. Just got a lot on my mind."She studied me for a moment, "I understand. I really understand. I'm so sorry about everything. All these are just too confusing right now even to me,"I nodded with a sigh and rubbed my forehead, "I just don't know what to believe or think right now. I'm just so confused and I don't know what to do. There are lots of questions to be answered,""You know, first you just have to look at the good part. Now Lora's identity won't be a problem for your relationship," Jane said smiling and I chuckled despite myself
Sarah however kept on being stubborn and uncooperative. Her arms were crossed, and she wore a scowl that made it clear she had no interest in helping us."I've already told you, I'm not going to help," Sarah insisted, her tone cold and unyielding. "Whatever happens to Lora is not my problem, and I don't see why we should risk our lives for her."My anger flared at her words, and I slammed my fist onto the table, causing everyone in the room to jump. "Enough, Sarah!" I barked, glaring at her. "Lora is my mate, and that makes her your Luna, whether you like it or not. Your lack of loyalty and support is unacceptable."Sarah's eyes widened at the intensity of my anger, but she still refused to back down. "I don't care if she's your mate, Blake. I won't help you save her. After everything they did to us, I'm supposed to wave it all away because what? She came in here unannounced and set her stupid claws on you? Not going to happen blud."I stood up, my frustration boiling over. "Then you
My fucking head was pounding like someone had decided to hit Thor’s hammer on me.As I slowly opened my eyes, my surroundings came into focus. At first, I couldn't make out much, just darkness enveloping me like a suffocating blanket. I tried to move, but my limbs were weak and heavy, as if I had been asleep for days. The cold, damp air in the room sent shivers down my spine.As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to notice the details of my surroundings. The walls were made of rough, cold stone, and the floor was damp and uneven. I was lying on a thin, dirty mattress that offered little comfort. The room was small and cramped, and the only source of light was a tiny barred window high above my head.And that was when it struck me.I was lying in the dungeon.Holy Fucking shit!The realization struck me like a punch to the gut. I felt betrayed, humiliated, and utterly furious. How could my own father do this to me? It was one thing to disagree with my relationship with Blake,