เข้าสู่ระบบI think I fainted again
I regain consciousness at the same time I feel a hand brush mine, but when I open my eyes, Alpha is standing a little far from me, looking as if he is ready to cut off my neck. He frowns. “You really fainted. You were not pretending. I could taste your fear and confusion.” Taste my… never mind. We have already concluded that this hot man is cra-cra. I swallow hard. “Was that real? Of course it was. I saw it happen. But it’s not possible…” I shake my head as if to clear it. Alpha’s frown deepens. I almost reach out to smooth it away. I must have really hit my head hard. God, I can’t possibly be attracted to this man with unknown, but definitely not good, intentions toward me. “You came to spy on us blindly without getting complete information or knowing what you’re getting into.” Then he mutters something about not seeing me as a foolish woman. I refuse to grace him with a reply. I keep telling them I’m not a spy. Seriously, how can they render me unconscious, kidnap me to God knows where, and still have the gut to call me a spy? Guy, you kidnapped me, for Christ’s sake. I don’t want to be here! He steps closer as if he cannot help himself. “What are you? You’re not human, but I can’t tell what you are.” I can’t keep quiet any longer. “What I am or who I am? I’m a woman, or do I look like an insect to you? Of course I’m human, you mentally deranged hot kidnapper.” His mouth twitches, but he never smiles. “You’re good at acting, I will give you that. You even manage to smell like you’re speaking the truth, but you can’t fool me. Don’t make me hand you over to Aiden.” The room feels too small for both of us. I don’t know if it’s because of what he is… or what he is doing to me. I lean back against the wall, forcing my breathing to stay steady, even though my heart refuses to cooperate. It’s not just fear, not entirely. There is something else crawling under my skin, something I don’t understand and definitely don’t trust. And it’s worse when he looks at me like that. Like I’m something he’s trying to figure out. Or something he doesn’t want to believe in. Tyson. I don’t know when I stopped calling him “Alpha” in my head, but somehow his name fits him too well. Strong. Dangerous. The kind of man that doesn’t hesitate before ending a life. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his eyes never leaving me, and I can tell he’s struggling with something. Good. Let him struggle. “You’re unusually calm,” he says finally, his voice low, controlled. Too controlled. I let out a small scoff. “Yeah? You should see me on a good day. This is me being kidnapped and accused of being a spy. I’m actually holding back.” His jaw tightens I expected anger. What I didn’t expect… was the brief flicker of something else. Amusement? It disappeared so fast I almost thought I imagined it. “Watch your mouth,” he warns. “Or what?” I shoot back immediately. “You’ll choke me again? At least that would be consistent.” The air shifts, l feel it before I understand it. Pressure. Heavy. Thick. Like something invisible just dropped into the room and is pressing down on my chest. My breath stuttered, my fingers twitch slightly, and I hate, hate, that my body reacts to him like this. So what is I considered him handsome and attractive? He kidnapped me! What the hell is that? He notices. Of course he does. “You felt that,” he says, quieter now. Not a question. I hesitate. That’s all it takes. His eyes darken. “Humans don’t react to an Alpha aura like that.” Humans? What is he, an alien? Ridiculous. Alpha aura. Right, because that’s a normal sentence. I forced a dry laugh. “Maybe your ‘aura’ is just suffocating. Ever thought of that?” But even as I said it, I know I’m deflecting. Because I did feel it. And not just now. On the mountain. That pull. That weird, nagging feeling that dragged me out of sleep, onto my bike, into the woods like something was calling me. My stomach tightened. “What did you do to me?” I ask suddenly, narrowing my eyes at him. “That mountain, something pulled me there. That was you, wasn’t it?” For the first time since I’ve met him, he hesitates. “I didn’t call you,” he says. I let out a humorless laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Why would anything in my life ever have a simple explanation?” But he’s staring at me again, not like before, not like a threat. But like I’m a problem he can’t solve. And that unsettles me more than his anger ever did. “You were on restricted territory,” he continues. “Alone. Armed. And you expect me to believe that’s coincidence?” I roll my eyes, even though my nerves are on edge. “You think I wanted to end up here? With you? Trust me, if I knew this place came with psychopaths and disappearing wolves, I would’ve stayed in my leaking room.” He steps closer. Just one step, but it feels like a lot more. The air tightens again. I don’t move, I refuse to give him that. “Then explain why you reacted,” he says. “Why you feel it. Explain how you bypass our security without alerting us” I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. Because I don’t have an answer. I don’t even know what the hell is going on here. And damn it, he sees that. His gaze sharpens. “Who sent you?” he asks again. Frustration snaps through me. “No one sent me!” I snap. “Why is that so hard for you to believe? You kidnap me!” Oh lord save me from delusional people. How did I even get myself into this? Oh, I was kidnapped. He moves again, closer. Too close. I can hear his breathing now. Feel the heat coming off him. It’s distracting, annoyingly so and I hate myself for even noticing. Then he reaches for me. His fingers brush my wrist and everything Stops.TysonI leave our bedroom only after making sure the bathwater is warm enough. The moment the door closes behind me, I remain standing in the hallway for several seconds, my hand still resting on the doorknob. Every instinct inside me screams to stay with her. My wolf is pacing restlessly, refusing to settle now that our mate is finally within reach again.Wrong scent.“I know,” I murmur under my breath.The unfamiliar scent still clings faintly to her. Earth after rain, smoke and a new scent I don’t recognize. It weaves itself around the scent like it’s part of her..My wolf doesn’t like it and neither do I. But that question can wait, everything can wait. Right now, my mate needs peace more than I need answers. So I force myself to walk away before I lose the battle against my own instincts.The mansion feels strangely brighter today. Warriors I pass lower their heads respectfully, but I barely notice them. My thoughts never leave the woman upstairs. She came home.Moon Goddess, she
TysonThe moment the gates close behind us, I know the questions will have to wait.They crowd my mind, each one louder than the last. Who takes my mate from the heart of my territory? Who helps them? What do they do to her while she’s gone? How does she escape a place none of my warriors can find? And why… why does my wolf refuse to settle now that she’s finally back in my arms?Every instinct as an Alpha demands answers. Every instinct as a mate demands something else.Take care of her first.I glance at Naya beside me as we cross the courtyard. She’s walking under her own strength, but barely. Every few steps she stumbles, and I tighten my arm around her waist before she can lose her balance.She doesn’t protest, and she doesn’t even look embarrassed. She simply leans into me with the quiet exhaustion of someone who’s been carrying the weight of the world for far too long.My chest aches. I should have been there, I should have found her sooner.Around us, MoonHaven is alive with
Tyson“Naya…”The name leaves my lips as nothing more than a broken whisper. For one suspended heartbeat, the entire world falls silent. The warriors around me disappear. The wind ceases to exist. Even the frantic pounding of my heart fades beneath the overwhelming joy of seeing my mate again.She’s here, she actually came back.My wolf surges forward with a force that nearly knocks me off balance, his joy crashing into me so violently that my knees threaten to give out.I take one hesitant step forward, then another. No one stops me this time.The woman continues walking toward the gates with slow, uneven steps. Every movement looks painful, as though she’s forcing her body to obey through sheer determination. Her clothes are stained with dirt, torn in several places, and her hair hangs in tangled waves around her face.She’s thinner, far thinner than when I last held her.My chest tightens painfully. “Naya…”This time my voice is louder. As if she can hear my voice, she lifts her he
TysonThe first thing I do when I return to MoonHaven is pour every bottle of alcohol down the drain.I don’t hesitate.The amber liquid splashes into the sink in steady streams while the sharp scent of whiskey fills the room. Bottle after bottle empties until the cabinet that has become my refuge over the past few weeks stands completely bare.I stare at the empty shelves for a long moment.That part of me dies here.The whiskey never dulls the pain. It never quiets my wolf. It never brings Naya closer. All it does is steal another day from me, another day I should spend preparing for the moment she finds her way home.I become ashamed of myself as I remember how I almost destroyed myself with drinking. How Aiden didn’t give up on my stupid ass. I should have seen I was giving up on my mate and entire pack. I remember when I walked to the cabinet and pulled out another bottle of whiskey.Aiden groaned. “Seriously?”I didn’t answer. I yanked the cork free and lifted the bottle. Before
TysonThe Oracle’s cottage sits exactly where it always has, hidden deep within the sacred grove where even the oldest wolves rarely dare to wander. The forest is unusually quiet tonight.No birds sing, no insects chirp, even the wind seems to hold its breath.This time, I don’t summon her like an alpha, l’m going to her as a man who is desperate for hope. Aiden walks beside me without speaking. He knows this place demands silence. Every snapped twig beneath our boots sounds unnaturally loud, as though the forest itself is listening.By the time we reach the clearing, the cottage door is already open. My steps falter.She’s expecting us.The old woman stands in the doorway dressed in the same white robes she always wears. Her silver hair spills over her shoulders, glowing beneath the moonlight. Her cloudy eyes settle on me long before I reach her.“I wondered how much longer it would take. You lot walk like old man.” she says softly.I don’t bother with greetings. “I need your help. A
TysonThe whiskey burns all the way down my throat. I don’t even flinch. It doesn’t burn enough. Nothing burns enough anymore.I stare at the amber liquid swirling inside my glass before pouring another generous measure. The bottle is almost empty. I vaguely remember opening it sometime this afternoon.Or was it yesterday?The days have begun blending together.Sleep rarely comes, and when it does, it brings nightmares instead of rest. Every time I close my eyes, I see Naya reaching for me. Sometimes she’s screaming my name while invisible hands drag her into darkness. Other times she’s standing in the middle of the forest, covered in blood, looking at me with disappointment in her eyes.The dream always ends the same way. I never reach her. The glass touches my lips again, but before I can drink, someone snatches it from my hand. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.Aiden.He places the glass on the opposite side of my desk and folds his arms across his chest.“I’ve had enough
His fingers brush my wrist and everything Stops.It’s like a shock runs through me. Not painful. Just… overwhelming. My breath catches, my body goes still, and for a split second, the world narrows down to that single point of contact.What the hell was that?He pulls back like he’s been burned. Hi
I woke up in a bed, surrounded by three big men. They are all huge. I pretend as if I am still unconscious.A voice booms beside me. “Open your eyes, spy. We can tell you’re awake.”I open my eyes to glare at the speaker. A tall blond man who looks about thirty-four. “You don’t need to be so loud,
Chapter TwoAs much as I would love to get myself some buzz, I can’t do that with my state of unemployment. I hardly get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me to that state. Lucky me, nothing ever works my way. Back when my mum was still alive, she used to tell me I am wasting my time trying
I nearly escape, my things packed and my key in my hand, just as I am about to lock the door, that’s when I hear footsteps.If I were living a normal life, I would have thought it was probably my neighbors returning from a latenight party. But no, nothing about my life has been normal ever since m







