MasukAmelia's P.O.V.I found myself waking up slowly as I heard some muffled voices around me, my mind unable to grasp the source, and this was because my limbs felt heavy as much as my mind felt fuzzy. I was able to see a dim light from my closed eyelids, so I figured I had to open my eyes to survey my surroundings first, but I found it difficult to do so. I couldn't find the connection between my eyelids and my eyes. I couldn't just seem to wake up fully because my mind felt disconnected from my body.I felt something beneath me, something warm and soft like cotton fabric. A bed.Something strange stirred in me in the depths of my mind, a thin thread of connection gradually coming to the surface in my chest.'Amelia?'I wince at the loud voice in my head. Goodness, my head feels seconds away from shattering into thousands of pieces.'Rex? Is that you?''Yes, I'm here.' She purred, her face coming forward into my mind. Her eyes were slightly dull, and so I could tell she hadn't fully rega
Stark's P.O.V.The witch was correct in her predictions after all.Aside from the fact that there were rogues everywhere, I had known the moment I stepped into these surroundings that my mate was somewhere around. It was the right place. I could sense it; I could feel it in my nerves and bones. Even my wolf had picked up her scent. It was faint and dull. I didn't understand why it was lingering everywhere on the land, like she had been outside for so long, and her scent had been washed off her onto the surface of the earth. The other wolves weren't able to detect it, but I did because she was my mate; her scent had been ingrained so deeply into my brain that I could pick up every little scent of her.It was difficult for me to trace the scents to where she could be because they were scattered everywhere with no particular direction for where she passed.As my pack attacked the rogues, I stumbled forward, about to demand the whereabouts of my mate from one, but staggered when I heard a
Amelia's P.O.V.“You?“My heart battered against my ribcage as my eyes met those familiar blue eyes, just the same as Linda's but with a gaze of lustfulness and something else I can't decipher. These people are real psychopaths. They are both sick. They both suffer from severe mental health issues.He smirked, clearly pleased that I had recognized him, which I really do not wish to, but I do. If there's something I don't forget about this person standing in front of me, it's their eyes. The gaze is what I remember. I can never forget how the gaze made me feel when it first fell on me. I was old enough to know when a man wanted me. I'd seen desire in enough gazes to know They found me beautiful. This particular heated gaze should have honored me, but instead, it made me feel dirty or even repulsive. My body seemed to yearn for another person's appreciation and admiration.“We meet again, blondie.“ Liam mused, stepping closer to bend down to my level before grabbing my jaw tightly. I wi
Stark's P.O.V.If Amelia is indeed a Lycan, then she is much more than she believes herself to be, and as soon as I get her back, I will need to inform her of everything essential about her identity. I'd pushed her away, and more importantly, I hadn't claimed her yet. I no longer care about waiting; the distance between us and my uncertainty about whether she is alive is driving me insane. She was everything to me; she was more than I ever imagined. So she deserves the best and every happiness she desires.Thankfully, Madonna had been able to detect my mate's scent in the area, and as soon as she finished her tasks on the land, I headed inside and called for a quick meeting with the others. We couldn't move again because there was a change of plan. We had spent the whole day strategizing and making a new plan on how and where we would be going.We came down with a plan, and it was to travel to where Madonna would lead us, where the rogues resided. She said it was somewhere in the moun
Amelia's P.O.V.As I sat alone in the empty room, my mind kept on reflecting on the dream I had last night. It was so familiar yet strange that it's almost as if I had truly experienced them but didn't know when or where it had happened. Like a forgotten memory.It would also make sense as to why I had been having these dreams consistently. Was I really the girl in the dream? Or was I having flashbacks from my previous life? I wasn't sure. But what currently surprises me is how similar my wolf is to the one I saw in the dream. Ravishing silver-whitish furs, if that made sense, with silver eyes just like mine, and since I discovered this supernatural existence, I don't think I have ever seen a wolf similar to mine. All I've seen so far were black, brown, and grey furs, not silver. Never silver or white, but then, in the dream, the mother of the girl had turned into a silver wolf to protect the child, and that wolf just happened to be similar to my wolf. A very similar trait that I have
Stark's P.O.V.Taking a sip from my coffee mug, I leaned back into my chair, facing Madonna, who was sitting next to Tyler.“Help me find her.“ I said this while clasping my hands together, my face showing a serious expression. “Whatever magic you did back then, please do it again and take us there.“She nodded slowly before looking down to search for something in the small duffle bag on her lap. “Yes, Alpha. I will do that, but I need you to tell me the place she was last seen before they took her. That way I'll be able to connect with her through the little energy still left there.““There are two places we are sure of. Where she was attacked and where she was taken. We know where the rogues passed because they recently detected her scent in the northwest. It's been days now; her scent wouldn't still be there.“ I explained feeling every muscle in my body tighten. I should have called for Madonna as soon as Amelia went missing, but now I fear it may be too late. By now, Amelia's scen
Stark's P.O.V.The rogues faces turn pale and their bodies tremble in fear as soon as they hear my voice. Just as I wanted, every werewolf and supernatural being knows not to mess with me or my pack. They are all aware of the consequences of their actions if they do so. I am a man of no mercy if th
Amelia's P.O.V. “Alright, everyone back to your cages.“ The ugly-ass rogue dismissed everybody before marching away. Then guards quickly began to push the females around, and I swiftly grabbed onto Sasha's arm so I wouldn't be pulled into the crowd. We crawled our way back into the cage before a r
Amelia's P.O.V.I wanted to ask the other women what was going on. I would rather not talk to Sasha or have anything to do with her anymore after I discovered she had been deceiving me the moment I came here. Despite my resolve, I found myself making my way toward her. I didn't have any choice. I w
Amelia's P.O.V.As the rogue grabbed my arm roughly and began to drag me along with him toward the hallway leading to the door ahead, my mind started to race with every step I took. What are they going to do?Is my life about to end? Is this the final stage of my life's journey?I shake my head to







