Another book finished and another thank you to everyone who reached this far and finished the book, I’m glad you stuck around and went through this journey with me. I hope it met your expectations and was worth your coins and bonuses. I have to admit, this was the hardest book to write until now. Not for lack of imagination, but more like lack of motivation in addition to multiple sicknesses that overtook me through the course of writing this book, it all made me spend many days not having the right mood to write and I didn’t force it because I would never write unless I was focused one hundred percent otherwise it wouldn’t be fair to my characters nor readers. But I am glad I was finally able to pull through and finish it and it all comes down to one person who kept me going. This book is dedicated to you, you made me have the energy and will to keep writing despite everything. When it felt like no one else was reading the book, you gave me everything I needed to continue writing
Andrea’s POV Today is my 18th birthday. How tragic. Tragedy is such a common word that can briefly describe my entire life in a nutshell. I’ve managed to survive a tragedy after another for the past ten years. But there are only so many tragedies someone like me can take before hitting rock bottom. And I am at that stage right now. As I am staring at my number one mortal enemy who does not even know I exist, I contemplate the irony of dying at his hands on my birthday. I am not being pessimistic here, but the odds of finally getting the revenge I’ve been harboring in my heart for him in the past ten years are not that great. He's an alpha. And I am a beta’s daughter. Not only that but I have been living with my human foster family for ten years, packless and all alone. And it’s all because of him and his dead father. I try to train myself and my wolf regularly but I know my training is nothing compared to his. Still, here I am, standing among the rogues I recently joined to
Andrea’s POVClara started howling loudly, joining the many howls from my fellow rogues that erupted at the same time around me, and I started feeling the immense pain of shifting back into my human form against my will.“Clara! What’s happening?” I screamed to her in my head.“I don’t know! I can’t maintain my form! I feel weaker by the second!” she whimpered in my head painfully.I writhed on the ground, on my hands and knees, screaming in pain and agony. This was so not how I pictured this fight to go down.It was luck alone that made me near the back of the rogues that were leading the fight, because when I finally lifted my head up and looked ahead, limbs and heads were flying in every which direction. Blood was everywhere, in the air, on the ground, and all over the falling dead rogues who were at the front row when the battle started.I didn’t have time to understand why we weren’t able to keep our wolf forms but all I knew was that it all started when we crossed the border lin
Andrea’s POVOur eyes were locked on each other in pure, crippling shock.There was no doubt that he and his wolf just recognized me as their mate the same way my wolf just did.How the hell could this be?I was determined to stay in refusal mode and ignore everything I was feeling and seeing right in front of me.“Clara! He can’t be my mate. You’re confused as hell! You don’t even have any powers for goddess’s sake!” I chastised her, denying how much it hurt me when I drove that weapon into his back. I was in complete denial because if I accept this for even a second, I’m going to break apart right here in this spot.“He is our mate Andrea! We can smell him now more stronger than before we crossed over. The full moon is powerful enough to make me scent him and feel the snap of the mate bond between us regardless of the spell. The mate bond is stronger than its magic. He’s our mate! You have to save him! You can’t kill him now or it will destroy us massively especially now that we’re
Alec’s POVI was staring at my mate coldly as I laid on the ground, trying to breathe through the pain she put me through with her own hands.She tried to kill me, and I still wasn’t able to register it nor accept it.I might never be able to.How the hell could she do this? I’d go ahead and assume it was because she was a heartless rogue but that’s not true. She looked nothing like a rogue, she doesn’t even act like one. Yet, she came here with them. Who the hell is this girl? She knew me by name. I’d go further and say she targeted me specifically out of everyone in this battle. She wanted me dead, I could practically feel the hatred in her heart for me.“She saved us Alec. She stabbed us before she found out we were mates and when she figured it out she tried to save us. You can’t deny that” my wolf Maddox said to me firmly, defending her and trying to make me less angry with her for what she almost did to us.It barely changed my feelings about what she had done.Even now, when I
Andrea’s POV I screamed my lungs out in a useless attempt to ease my immense heartache but it did me no good. The ache inside my heart kept on intensifying, destroying every bit of me and pulling me down into a dark pit filled with nothing but agony. I was on my hands and knees over the dark, freezing forest ground. The second I threw myself into the portal, I knew I can never go back to my foster family and carry on where I left off. I’d be putting them in danger because I knew I’m going to be hunted down now. They weren’t very great to me during the years I lived with them but they weren’t so awful that I would put them in danger either. They gave me food, shelter, and a normal life to live and that’s everything I needed from them. They didn’t love me the way they loved their biological son; who was born a year after I came to live with them, but I was still grateful that they took me in and gave me a place to live in instead of giving me back to social services especially afte
Andrea’s POVCold.Freezing cold.That’s the first sensation I felt before I had the courage to open my eyes and find out if the coldness was coming from my after life or from miraculously surviving death at the hands of the rogues that were running after me.I tried to remember the last thing that happened before regaining consciousness.We were being chased by five very huge wolves.Clara was able to keep a decent distance for about ten minutes before they caught up and surrounded her from all sides.I remember the immense fear we both felt then, the great fear of getting ripped brutally to shreds right on that snowy ground. Our blood staining the white canvas in a gruesome scene. Our unimaginable pain that we were going to feel as they all sink their sharp teeth on various parts of Clara’s body.Despite that crippling fear we felt, Clara refused to cower and give up this easily.As soon as one of the wolves charged in our direction, she started fighting him viciously. I was left qu
Andrea’s POVA slave.Is there such a thing in this century for goddess’s sake?There is no slavery in the human world. It’s an extremely abhorring word.There is sex trafficking, human trafficking sometimes yes. But the leaders of those things are always getting chased, captured, and sentenced by the government. The people who suffered are set free and always given a safe haven.But is there slavery in the werewolf world till now?I guess there is.These girls are a living proof of that.My mind couldn’t comprehend this. No one stepped up to stop them from doing that? How long has this been going on here? And the rogues are obviously in on it judging from the girl’s words when she suspected my pack was attacked by rogues. They seem to kidnap young girls and sell them as slaves to this pack whenever they invade one. Did my brother Thomas participate in this too? He never speaks to me about his actions and role as a rogue. We mostly mind link and talk about more general things. I mostl