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Nalini
The harsh breeze blew inside the storage barn, making me shiver as I laid on the floor. I curled, trying to wrap myself inside the thin small sheet I normally used to sleep with. I knew it was a bad idea to still be asleep by sunrise but I couldn't help it. Selene made me stay up all night cleaning every corner of the house, in preparation for Alpha king Reuben's visit. I cleaned the whole house three times already but she told me to redo it, saying she wanted everywhere to look spick and span. The storage barn had been my bedroom for the past twelve years and I was exposed to different levels of cold while I inhaled the polluted air. Lying on the cold, concrete floor worsened my health. Within the past few weeks, I had taken ill with continuous coughing. If I didn't have my wolf, I'd be dead by now. I heard someone screaming my name from a distance and before I could get up, the door to the storage barn flew open. "You lazy halfwit!" Selene screeched as she came in, holding a long whip. I immediately scrambled to my knees. "It's past 9am and you're still asleep?" She asked sharply. "Mistress-" I began to say but she interrupted me. "Shut up, you filth!" She yelled, trashing me with the whip. I used my hands to shield myself as I yelped in pain. "I took you in after your wretched parents died on you! The least you could do is work hard! Aren't you supposed to serve me my herbal tonic at exactly 8am?" She spat in fury. "I'm so sorry mistress Selene, I mistakenly overslept--" I tried to appease her wrath but it didn't help. It only made her angrier. I was cut off when I felt her foot on my stomach. The second kick came and I cried in pain, begging her to stop while using my arms to shield myself. "That's why the moon goddess cursed you with a weak wolf! Your mate will probably be a worthless omega like you!" She stopped kicking me and began her usual episode of self glorification and I listened, sobbing silently. "The moon goddess knows how nice I've been to you. Taking you under my wing, feeding you, clothing you even when your parents abandoned you in the woods several years ago to die! That's why the goddess has blessed me with my lovely daughter, Julie. She's got a strong wolf of Beta blood, she's smart and beautiful. Everything you're not!" In a swift motion, Selene bent down and wrapped her hands around my neck, choking me. I gasped for air as I futilely struggled against her. "You know how much I hate tardiness! Try this again and I'll break your spine in half! Now go make my herbal tonic and bring it to my chamber. I give you ten minutes!" She hissed and left. I sucked in air into my lungs. I felt too weak to stand up but I had no choice. If I wasted more than ten minutes preparing her herbal tonic, then I'd receive more beatings from her. Selene was the wife to Terry Hawthorne, who had been the beta of the Silvermist pack for nine years. I couldn't remember anything from my childhood and all I knew was that Selene took me in after my parent's deaths and made me a slave. I was constantly bullied by her daughter, Julie, insulted, beaten, starved and overworked by Selene. Even Beta Terry turned a blind eye to all the maltreatment. I prayed to the moon goddess for a huge and strong wolf when I turned eighteen so that I would run away from Selene's family and survive by myself in the woods but much to my dismay, I got a weak wolf. I was trapped here. I couldn't leave because I would get killed by rogue wolves if I left and my wolf wasn't strong enough to fight them off. I silently endured Selene's torture as I prayed everyday for the moon goddess to grant me a way out. I dragged myself up from the floor and went to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and brought out several powdered vegetables-- the ingredients for her herbal tonic. I began to mix them quickly. My bruised hands shook as I boiled and seived the mixture, then I poured it into a cup, placed it on a tray and hurried to Selene's chambers. I slowly opened her room with one hand and entered. She was relaxed on a chair, eyes closed as she let out content groans while omega servants attended to her. One of them polished her toenails while the other massaged her shoulders. "Mistress Selene..." I called in a quiet voice. "Here's your tonic" She slowly opened her eyes then turned to me, her icy gaze resting on me. She glanced at the clock. "You made it on time" she hissed. "Now drink it!" I knew the drill. Selene made sure I tasted every consumable I brought to her, for her to make sure I didn't poison her food or drink in a vengeful rage. I slowly brought the cup to my lips and blew on the hot liquid. "Quick!" Her abrupt bark made gulp down the liquid, fearfully. I winced as it burned down my throat. "Drop the cup on the table and go get me another cup, then transfer my tonic into the new cup" she bit out. "The goddess forbid that I drink from the same cup as a filthy rat as you!" I scrambled off and did as she asked. I made to leave her presence when I was done but she barked; "Stop right there!" I froze with my back to her. What did she want again? Had I made another mistake? Was she about to punish or trash me again? I slowly turned to her as my heart beat in anxiety. "Yes, mistress..." She took out a dress from the drawer next to her and threw it on the floor. I slowly picked the dress. It was a two piece uniform. "That's your uniform!" She snarled. "Alpha king Reuben has given every wolf of low rank a free scholarship at Silvermist academy. Apparently, he's forming an alliance with the alpha of Brownclaw pack and that's one of the conditions for their partnership. No more unequal treatment for the omegas..." "Congratulations, little mutt!" Selene said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You begin school tomorrow"Nalini It started like a slow death.Day by day, piece by piece, Myron faded from me.He didn’t avoid me entirely—not at first. But every time our paths crossed in the crowded corridors of Silvermist Academy, his eyes would slide past me like I was air. No flicker of recognition, no trace of the fire that had once burned so bright between us. Just indifference. Cold, cutting indifference.And yet, the bond between us wouldn’t quiet. It hummed beneath my skin, restless, confused—pulling me toward him even when my pride begged me to turn away.The worst part wasn’t his silence. It was watching him live.Laughing with Terry and Lax in the courtyard. Throwing his head back in that easy, careless way that used to make my heart stumble. And then there was Julie—always Julie. Draped on his arm, whispering into his ear, stealing his attention with that saccharine smile.Every touch of hers was a knife. Every glance he gave her, a twist of the blade.I tried to be invisible again, to melt int
Nalini The world always seemed quieter after disaster—like the air itself was holding its breath, afraid to disturb the ruins of what had been.That was how it felt returning to school.I thought I’d feel relief slipping back into routine, but the moment I walked through Silvermist Academy’s iron gates, the air shifted. Eyes followed me. Whispers trailed behind me like ghosts.“She’s back.”“I heard the Alpha King punished her.”“No, I heard she ran off with one of the princes.”“Which one?”“Does it matter? She’s doomed either way.”Each voice was a dagger I tried not to feel. I held my head high, ignoring them, focusing on the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes, on breathing. In and out. One step at a time.Maxine was waiting by the stairs, her expression somewhere between relief and worry. The second she saw me, she broke into a run and threw her arms around me.“Moon above, Nali!” she exclaimed, squeezing tightly. “Where have you been? You just disappeared!” she finished, her voic
Timothy I didn’t think. I ran.Glass shattered as I shouldered the back door open. Nalini spun around, a cry catching in her throat. The fear in her eyes melted into confusion when she saw me.“Timothy?” she whispered, clutching the bag to her chest. “What—how did you—”“No time,” I said, crossing the room in three strides. “They’re here.”Her eyes darted to the window. “Your father’s men?”“Yeah.” I could hear them circling the building, their footsteps coming closer. “We need to move now.”She hesitated, torn between trust and instinct. “Myron—”“I’ll deal with him later,” I cut in, voice low, urgent. “Right now, I’m getting you out of here.”Something in my tone must’ve reached her, because she nodded, swallowing hard. I took her hand—it was trembling, cold—and pulled her toward the side door.Then a shout split the air.“There! By the window!”A gunshot rang out, the bullet slamming into the wall inches from her head. She gasped, stumbling, and I yanked her down behind the counte
Timothy I’d been searching for her for three days.Three days of sleepless nights, dead ends, and silence from every damn person who should’ve known something.The pack was a maze of whispers, and somewhere in it, my mate was missing.The bond between us burned dully now, like an ember refusing to die. I could still feel her—faint, strained, somewhere close—but the distance was tearing at me. Each hour that passed without finding her chipped away at what little calm I had left.That morning, I was ready to tear the entire packhouse apart if I had to. My father’s orders kept the warriors on alert, his paranoia rising ever since he discovered Myron’s secret bond with her. And though no one said it aloud, I could smell the fear whenever her name was mentioned.Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.I was walking past the west corridor when I heard it—voices from Father’s study. Angry, low, dangerous.I recognized both.Father’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. Myron’s sounded raw, defen
Timothy Morning sunlight slanted across my room, warm but sharp, like it wanted to cut through the haze in my mind. I buttoned my shirt slowly, watching my reflection in the mirror. Calm, collected, controlled — that’s what they always saw when they looked at me. That’s what I’d trained myself to be. The perfect son. The perfect student. The perfect Alpha in waiting.But the truth was never that simple.The house was alive with the low hum of the pack — warriors switching shifts, omegas scurrying about, the steady pulse of life that had been my world since birth. Everything about mornings here was orderly, predictable. Yet inside me, there was this quiet unease that had no place, no reason, no name.I straightened my tie and exhaled slowly, letting my thoughts wander as I always did when things were too quiet. I had a meeting with the Student Council before school — my team and I were finalizing the plans for the Silvermist Spring Dance. As the head representative, it was my responsi
Nalini The house was too quiet.It shouldn’t have felt that way — not with the fire softly crackling in the hearth, the golden light spilling through the tall windows, and the faint hum of the city somewhere beyond. But silence had a weight, and tonight it pressed against me from all sides.Myron had been gone since morning.He hadn’t said where he was going. Just that he had to take care of something. His tone had been clipped, his movements restless — like he was holding something fragile inside and didn’t dare let it show. I remembered how he’d looked standing by the door, jaw tight, eyes shadowed with thoughts I couldn’t read.And then he’d left without breakfast, without even a backward glance.That had been hours ago.Now the sky outside had turned to bruised purple, the last traces of sunlight dying behind the Silvermist Ridge. I sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest, trying not to imagine all the terrible things that could’ve happened.Maybe he’s with his father, I t







