The day I'd been dreading had come. I have to share my space with this asshole. I'm not a weakling but then again I can't match this guy. Even when he speaks, he outsmarts me. Why would he want me to fight with his warriors? "Stop!" I can't deal with this. I ran for my life. I stop when I'm at the river. "So Miss Rogue did you think running was the best option you could come up with?" Now I'm in serious trouble."What are you?" He said and I swallowed hard."I... I... I" I saw several wolves coming from the woods in every direction."Speak!" He shouted."You're naked" I stated at the obvious."Yes so" I couldn't fight those wolves"How many enemies do you have?" I asked if they were close and I didn't want to panic."You're the first one" I chuckled. This doesn't surprise me.He wanted to turn but I halted him."Don't turn after you've seen, but look into my eyes" he looked into my eyes and panicked."Wait don't panic, can you fight them or should I help you?" He laughed a laughlau
I wake to the sound of something breaking. But to my dismay, I find myself alone in bed. Don't tell me this was a dream. But what kind of dream was that? I hate Bane and I know he hates me too. I see my bracelet glistening differently. What's up with this thing?"Phoenix are you ready for school?" I half yell."Yeah, I'm done" yet another thing breaks I inhale to keep my cool.I walk to the kitchen and find it like a pigsty. I love Phoenix but they are times when I just..."PHOENIIIIIIIIIX!" I shout."I love you, Angela!" He shouts then I hear the backdoor close.I check the time, and even if I try to be quick I reach his house on time so I call him"Speak" I freeze. Who says that?"Bane?" I squeak "I don't have all day" "I know you have a busy schedule but I'm going to be an hour late" He chuckled "You have less than 20 minutes to be here" and then he ends the call.Less than twenty minutes? I haven't even showered yet. This guy takes pleasure in torturing me.I take a shower put
BANE"Just what were you doing with a witch, Bane?!" Grandma? When did she get here? What witch is he talking about? She holds her chest, I know she's about to have a panic attack. I rush to her."Granny, what witch are you talking about?" I help her. "Don't play dumb with me, I can forget everything about them but I can never forget their scent. What were you doing with a witch?!" she yells."Granny I promise you I don't know what you're talking about why don't you have some of this?" I offer her my food.She smiles when she sees food. "Chips and snoek fish this is my favorite" she takes the plate and eats her food humming. I'm sure they must be delicious. "Who cooked this?" She asks when she's done."A maid I hired!" She smiles."I'm sure she must be a hunny to have cooked deliciously" I scoffed."A Hunny? She calls me by my name. Doesn't wear a uniform. She shouts at me. I hate her." She smiles."People don't get along with each other when they like each other," she says "You s
ANGELIQUEI open the gate of his house with fear welling up inside me.There are a lot of people here today most of them... in fact, all of them are giving me creepy looks and whispering to each other."What a nerve she has for coming back here after what she did" I managed to hear one of them say. Confused than ever before I make my way to the house. My eyes met with his cold eyes filled with resentment and hatred for me. Hasn't his grandma woken up yet?I closed the door behind me and froze."My grandmother says you are a witch and I want you to tell me the truth are you a witch?" He asks Now I have to carry the burden of other people. I sighed. Here goes trouble "Yes, I am a witch what are you going to do? Tell the council and have them kill me?""That's what is supposed to be done" The ferocious grandma appears out of nowhere and says."Okay" I walk to him and grab his hand."You want to make my brother a complete orphan right? He's already parentless you want him to not have
ANGELIQUE'S POVIt's the end of the workday, and I'm sitting impatiently in Bane's office. My tasks are complete, but I didn't have to do any of the work myself—Carol handled everything. All I had to do was listen to her chatter all day.If only the Alpha would show up so I could leave and check on my brother.I'm anxiously waiting for him; he was supposed to arrive an hour ago, but here I am, reluctant to leave without his permission. If I did, he'd only punish me more, and I can't stand the thought of his anger. I may dislike him intensely, but I know he probably feels even worse about me, and right now, I don't want that animosity. Not that I want him to like me or anything—I despise him with a passion that won't change.However, having him in a good mood would really help me out at the moment, as it would mean more time with Phoenix.The worst part is that I'm starting to feel sleepy, and if I doze off now, I might wake up late, making it unsafe for me to head home.I get up and s
The calming sound of water pulls me from my restful sleep. I notice a hand wrapped around me, and as I try to shift, I realize I'm not in my own home. The arms around me belong to... what’s her name again? Why haven’t I asked her yet?In all my experiences sleeping with women, I've never allowed cuddling, yet here I am, comfortably nestled in the arms of this feisty girl.I find myself captivated by her lovely heart-shaped face, completely mesmerized. Some of her hair fell across her face, swaying gently with her breaths. I brushed it aside and tucked it behind her ear, revealing her stunning features.The woman before me embodies true beauty. Many might wonder why I'm admiring another girl when I have a fiancée, but the answer is simple: Candy, my betrothed, is attractive, but there's nothing else compelling about her.Yet, there's something about this girl that makes me want to learn more about her. Despite that, I still dislike her. She intimidates me and always wins our arguments
A new day, a new me. I wish it worked that way, but it doesn’t. Another day means another round of torment from the Alpha. After ensuring everything is settled with Phoenix, I head to the devil's house. I make him coffee and bring it to his study, only to find him on the floor, grunting. I place the coffee on his desk and rush to his side. "Bane!?" He continues to grunt, and I have no idea how to help him. I lay his head on my lap and try to soothe him. After what feels like an eternity, he finally calms down and rests against me. I breathe a sigh of relief, realizing he’s okay. "Ahh, look who decided to wake up." I find myself on his couch, which means I must have dozed off while comforting him. He actually carried me here? Maybe he’s not so bad after all. "When did I fall asleep, and why didn’t you wake me?" He doesn’t respond. "We have somewhere to be, so get up and let’s go." Any normal person would explain where we’re going and why, but I’m stuck with someone who isn’t exa
Darkness is often thought of as merely the absence of light, but I see it differently. To me, darkness feels like emptiness, loneliness, and fear—just like what I experience. Being Bane's beta gives me a sense of belonging and a bit of humor; without that role in this Pack, I might have gone rogue long ago. My foster parents passed away when I was sixteen, but fortunately, I was strong enough to be left as beta. However, since then, the emptiness I've felt has only grown larger with each passing day.What frustrates me even more is the possibility that the new rogue girl, who is now Bane's personal maid, might be my biological cousin or sister. I can't prove this without her letting her find out. I've been looking into her background, but everything is unclear; every lead I find seems to hit a dead end. She’s been here for two weeks, and the only thing I can identify is that we share the same neckpiece and what appears to be a birthmark. I have it, and she has it too. Besides that,
ANGELIQUE'S POVAs I enter Phoenix's room, I can't shake the feeling that someone else is in the house. I tuck him into bed and then go to my own room, where I find him lying on my bed with his shoes still on. I open my mouth to say something, but the words escape me. I sit down next to him, folding my legs and facing him. "Good evening, Alpha," I say. He looks at me and sighs. "Whenever I'm around you, all my worries seem to vanish. I was concerned about Phoenix, so I thought coming here would ease my mind," he replies. I smile at him. "So that gives you the right to sit on my bed with your dirty shoes?" He looks away, mumbling something under his breath. I grab a pillow and toss it at him. "I'm too tired to argue today," I say with a frown. "Why?" I ask, not that I really care, but if I want to win Bane over to my side instead of against me, I need to pay attention to every little detail. "I want to build a strip club on the land I acquired, but I can't because everything I ow
CAROL'S POVIt has been four years since my brother, the beta, and the Pack members abandoned me here to perish, but I have learned to endure everything, including the harsh winter mornings. This cottage had no windows, so I gathered wood to create makeshift ones, doing everything I could to make this place feel like home. I crawled out of bed, even on days I felt as if I were dying. There were moments when the thought of becoming a rogue crossed my mind, and times when I contemplated ending my life. And yet death still didn't want welcome me.But here I am today, standing in front of the one person I’ve been observing from afar for the past few years—the source of my daily pain due to his intimacy with others. I despise him, yet now that he is right in front of me, looking so perfect, I find myself questioning whether I truly hate him. His handsome face resembled a Greek sculpture, with deep features and an irresistible slender figure. He was like other men, yet distinctly differen
BRENTON'S POVAs I walk down the hallway, I run into Phoenix, and we exchange a fist bump. I notice some purple marks on his neck and chuckle, thinking about the fuss his sister will make. I’ve been so caught up in Pack matters that I forgot to remind the omegas to keep an eye on his plate. I was also allergic to carbs at his age. I realize he’s having an allergic reaction. Too much starch and sugar keeps him hyperactive; he won’t be able to fall asleep and let Angelique help him. He needs to sleep to heal. I find myself standing at the door of someone I’d rather not see. Just as I’m about to turn back, I remember the scene I’ll have to face. But then a vision of Phoenix and Angelique flashes in my mind, and I can’t bear to see them in pain, so I knock twice. A tired-looking figure appears when she opens the door, and I let out a sigh. Every time I see her, she seems to be fading away. I look away before she notices the concern in my eyes and step back, glancing down. “Hi,” I fi
I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, and once I’m happy with my appearance, I head out. I make my way to the Pack house, which is quieter than usual. I can hear raised voices coming from his study, so I quietly tiptoe over. “Shut up!” he slams his hand on the table, startling me even though I’m outside. I can’t help but wonder who is being yelled at. “One simple task: keep watch over her, and you fail.” “Alpha, we should be grateful she’s not dead,” a familiar voice says, but I can’t quite place it. “Then where is she!?” The room goes silent. “Here I am,” I whisper to myself. “Alpha, I think we should let them search for now. If she’s still not found after…” He bangs the table again, and I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s only a pity; I can’t laugh any louder than this,” I think as I continue to eavesdrop. "She has to be found!!" he shouts“Alpha, I’m sorry,” the voice says. “Who is this idiot? He has the dumbest ideas, and the dumbest mouth” I mutter under my breath. “
ANGELIQUE'S POV **ANGELIQUE'S FLASHBACK** It was an extremely cold winter, and their foster parents had left Angelique and her brother Phoenix on their own. Without sufficient warm clothing, she gathered all the blankets they had, tucked her little brother in, and climbed in next to him. The warmth was soothing, ensuring they wouldn't catch a cold. As she began to drift off to sleep, she heard an elderly voice calling her name. "Angelique!" She thought it was just a dream, but the voice called again, "Angelique!" Sitting up, she half-shouted, "What?" "It is a privilege to have you as my grandchild and to guide you," the voice said, leaving her somewhat puzzled. "I don’t have grandparents; I’m adopted," she replied. "I know, dear, but I am your biological grandmother," the voice clarified. "Where are you?" she asked boldly. "I’m dead; I exist in your mind now," the voice answered. "Why have you come into my mind?" "The spirits have chosen you. You must be
ANGELIQUE'S POVI hurried inside Bane's study, I knew I was up for unnecessary interrogation.I wipe away imaginary tears, sniff, and lift my head. "You injured ten of my men," He says with a frown.Should I be smiling at them? They wanted to fight me too. "I don’t understand. Was I supposed to dance with them?" I raise my voice at him. Brenton and the trainer chuckle. "No, you were meant to fight back; you left most of them half-dead." I nod. "Clearly, you need to fire this one; he's useless. What has he been teaching them if ten of them were taken down by a female werewolf?" I ask."That I'm a werewolf in name only, without a wolf like theirs; all they know how to do is growl. Is that all you teach them?" I question the trainer. "That's not the main issue. The issue is, you hurt them, and I already have families calling. Luckily, they can’t sue me." I roll my eyes. It’s his problem that he’s getting calls. "How is that my concern? Just tell me what matters to me, like the pric
The first light of day filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue in the room, and I realized it was morning. I had shared a bed with a man named William, but nothing happened between us; now Bane is the second man, and still, nothing has occurred. I stretch my arm and turn to his side, noticing a note on his pillow. I pick it up and read, "Be in the Pack house Hall at 9 o'clock." Glancing at the clock, I see I have only fifteen minutes to reach the Hall. I quickly remove my clothes and dash to the bathroom for a five-minute shower before stepping out. I grab my clothes and leave without making the bed. Once outside, I get into my car, start the engine, and drive off. In seven minutes, I park in front of the Hall. Just as I’m about to open the door, I remember that I’m still in my underwear. I quickly put on a t-shirt and mini skirt, then grab my shoes, black pantyhose, and leather jacket before hurrying to the entrance. As I enter, I hear laughter, whispers, sing
BRENTON'S POVIn my world, family holds immense power; your family's name can open doors and provide protection for you. Growing up, I longed for that kind of privilege. When my wolf alerted me that the girl I initially disliked might be important to our realm, I began to investigate her. I thought this could finally give me a sense of belonging and help fill the emptiness I've felt for years. However, I didn't anticipate how broken she would be.My phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts. "Speak," I answer, coldly."Mr. Banecroft has some paperwork to sign. He mentioned sending his assistant over, but..." "Send it to the Pack house. I'll return it after signing," I reply before hanging up. The fact that they can't locate him indicates he's going through another emotional episode. This works to my advantage; I should find him, hand this paper to him then head to Candy. I track his phone and, sure enough, he's at his mansion. I go to the Pack house to grab the papers and drive ov
ANGELIQUE'S POVAfter spending some time with my new found cousin, I decided to call the Pack house to see if Bane had arrived. To my surprise, he had, and he left to his house but didn’t bother to inform me that he wouldn’t be picking me up anymore. So here I am, making my way to his house on my own.His place feels more like a morgue than a home; the Pack house is much better. I already regret visiting him. The gate is left open, so I park my car next to his and head inside.As I walk in, the silence is so intense you could hear a pin drop. I think he intended to reflect his cold, dark personality in this house. The walls are navy blue, the furniture is navy blue, and the curtains are gray—nothing here suggests life.“Bane!?” I call out, but there’s no response.“I know you’re here, where are you?” I ask.“Why are you trespassing?” he replies from behind me, nearly giving me a heart attack.“I’m not trespassing; I was told you were here. So I am supposed to just follow you around l