LOGINVeil.
The scent of antiseptic hit my nose.
I’m dreaming…
It has to be.
My eyes twitch, fluttering open and pinning on the white ceiling above me. My body aches terribly.
Am I in the other realm? I can’t help but wonder.
However, the distorting sound of machines in the background and the pain I feel crush the theory forming in my mind.
I flit my eyes nervously around me, and everything makes sense.
I’m not on the other side, but rather in the infirmary. The place that has become my home for the past few years.
But how did I end up here this time?
I struggle to rise up, but to my shock, my right hand is shackled to the bed with a handcuff. Dread pools through me.
What’s going on?
I wrack my brain for answers, and slowly, the memories flood back into my mind.
Ryder’s betrayal, the rejection. His open affairs with his omegas. The pain he caused me.
My wolf, goddess.
I reach inside me for the bond I’ve with my wolf, but it’s not there. She’s gone.
Tears sting the back of my eyes, the loss weighing heavily on me.
How is it possible that I’m still alive if my wolf is gone?
This doesn’t make sense, and the more awake I become, the more tears pelt down my face.
I’ve suffered many losses just because I cherish my bond with Ryder because I want to remain with my fated mate.
It was during my first pregnancy that Ryder started showing his true colors. He’d whoop me before the pack until I passed out. He called it his ‘evening drill,’ and his pack members would pay and gather around to watch the show.
They’d ridicule me and encourage what Ryder’s doing.
I had my first miscarriage then.
I had hoped things would change if he found out I was with his child, but it was lame of me to think that.
Ryder didn’t change; he got worse.
He used me to make money despite everything I’ve done for him. I handed over my properties to him, the ones I inherited after my mother married Alpha Moon of the Moonbloom pack.
All that and yet, he remained a beast to me, feeding off me until there’s nothing left.
I don’t even know why I’m alive. I’d rather be dead than be here for these things to continue.
It already has, given the way he has imprisoned me in this hospital bed.
I huff, wringing my hand shackled to the bed just to see if I can free myself, but that doesn’t work.
The door creaks open, and I look, hopeful for some intervention, but instead, Ryder comes in along with the doctor.
A dark smile lit up his face upon seeing me awake.
“Ahh, finally. It took you seventy-two hours to wake up. What a bad behavior!” He clicks his tongue, appearing displeased.
My hope thins, morphing into fear. A powerful one.
Ryder inches further to the bed, his hand tucked into his pocket as he examines me.
“Lunas are meant to be powerful, Veil. But you? You’re a far cry from a powerful Luna…”
Anger bubbles inside me. I writhe my shackled hand more as I watch him. “You already rejected me.” I grit out through the sweat gathering on my pores.
His eyes roll. “Yeah, my best decision ever. I don’t even know why it took me so long to do that.”
“Then let me go!” I hiss, my heart galloping just as my breath.
A crease forms between his brows. He inclines his head toward me. “Let you go? No way. You’re still very useful to me. In fact, more useful to me than anyone else in this pack.”
What is he talking about?
He notices the confusion on my face and barks a laugh. “Oh, you possibly don’t know what you are, do you?”
My face reddens. I don’t care what he’s talking about. I just want him to let me go.
I want freedom.
“You’re not going to get anything from me, Ryder. I won’t give you anything again!”
That earns me a snort.
“Ah, I expected that.” He waves aimlessly at me. “Regardless, I’ll take all I need from you, Veil. That’s why Diego here is preparing something special that will keep you tied in this pack forever…”
I swallow thickly, unsure of what he’s talking about.
What does he mean he’s going to keep me here forever?
He cuts through my thoughts, adding proudly. “And you won’t be in your right senses.”
“No…you can’t do that.” I let out, my eyes darting to Diego. “He’s joking, right?” He can feel the desperation bleeding through my voice, and Ryder feeds off it.
“I wish I were, Veil. Diego and his team developed a new compound that drives wolves feral. Guess what? You’ll be our first prototype. After that, you’ll remain in this pack forever, serving your purpose.”
I squirm on the bed, not just from fear but from frustration.
No!
I can’t let him do this to me.
I need to run.
Ryder notices and drops his next words like a bomb. “You can’t escape, Veil. I’ve made sure of it.”
He pulls away and faces Diego, looking down at his umber-toned face. “Finish up with the compound, Diego. We’ll experiment with her by Sunrise.”
“Yes, alpha.” Diego bows respectfully to him and leaves.
Tension weaves inside me as Ryder looks back at me. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Veil. It’s the last moment you’ll ever be in your right mind. By morning…” a sinister smile appears on his face. “You’ll become feral. A mad woman.”
“Ryder!! Nooo!! Please, don’t do this to me!!” I yelp through dreadful tears.
He ignores me, striding to the door.
“Ciao, Veil.” He winks, waves his fingers at me, and walks through the door, slamming it shut; it rattles my veins.
A sudden gloomy wave hit me.
What have I done to myself?
I should’ve listened to my mother. I shouldn’t have chosen my mate over Alpha Moon’s family.
But it’s too late.
Love blinded me, and now I’m paying a huge price for it.
Regardless, I pull harder on the handcuff, the movement hurting my wrist. I’m going to run mad by dawn, and no one is coming to save me.
The situation on the ground robs me of sleep.
I’m wide awake, watching the clock ticking like a time bomb on the nightstand.
It’s twelve a.m., completely dark outside. My head slumps between my shoulders as I sob, feeling wounded. Broken.
Several hours passed, my face soaked, my dress soiled.
However, by four in the morning, the door flutters open. My body trembles, already certain it’s them.
I try to scream, but someone clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling the sound trying to escape from me.
“It’s me, Luna.”
My eyes flutter at that familiar voice.
Gabe, Ryder’s younger brother and gamma.
“Don’t talk.”
I do as he says, holding in my breath while he removes his hand from my mouth.
Gabe rounds the bed until he’s facing me.
He pulls out a bunch of keys, selects one in particular, and begins to work it into the handcuff.
“Gabe?” I whisper, a surge of warmth in my chest.
Gabe and I were never really on talking terms since I came to this pack. He’s always distant and focused on his duties. So, I’m surprised he’s helping me.
“You need to leave before Ryder wakes up.” He whispers, pulling the shackle away from my hand. I rub at the ache in my wrist, watching him. “This is your only chance at escape, or else you’ll become a victim of his…madness.”
Adrenaline courses through me at his words, and I lunge to my feet, eyes on him.
Wordlessly, Gabe checks the hallway, and when he notices it’s clear, he beckons me forward.
Together, we make it out of the hospital discreetly, diving into the darkness outside as it provides me the cover I need to escape from the Ghostriver pack.
There’s only one place in my mind— the Moonbloom pack. The place that was once my home until I chose to turn my back on them in the name of love.
Maybe they’ll take me back if they see me, or maybe not. I just have to try. Whatever the outcome, I’ll face it.
Hence, I head south as the pounding of paws and howls of Ryder’s men resonate in the air.
He has found out that I’ve escaped.
Tbc.
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Veil. "The fuck are you doing?" Hunter hollers as I cling hard to him, fighting a full-body shudder. "I'm hiding. You've got to protect me!" I shriek, my voice shaking. A string of curses ripples from his mouth. I was scared he'd push me off, but to my surprise, he allowed me to hide behind him. I sneak a look from his side, watching the figures advancing on us, silent as death. Where on earth did they come from? Skull heads, is that a thing? With how tense I am, my brain can't process a thing. Hunter reaches for his guns and takes a stance. "I don't fancy surprises like this, creeps," Hunter says, the wind carrying his voice. They keep advancing silently. It's only the wind that announces their presence. "Oh, guess you don't fancy talking, skull heads." Hunter blurts, flicking off his safety. And just like that, he unleashes a flurry of bullets at the five figures advancing toward us. I clap my hands over my ears in fear, feeling myself reacting the usual way I do at the
Veil. Hunter's eyes flare with undiluted rage. He quickly snaps his grip free from mine. Air abandons my lungs at what just happened. "The fuck is your problem, witch!?" He barks as he removes the cigarette from between his lips, that usual darkness in his eyes. I flinch away, lowering my head. "I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else." A humorless chuckle rips from his mouth. "Who'd have thought the witch has a kink for spanking in the cemetery?"What? My eyes flash up to his. Unbelievable. Why would he say such a thing?He continues talking like he didn't just blurt the weirdest thing I've ever heard. "Look, I don't care what your kink is. Just watch out for your partner and don't go about spanking random people." "I don't have whatever kink you think I have." I snap, disgusted by the idea. "Whatever. Just get out." He pulls back the cigarette and resumes inhaling and puffing it out without a care in the world. I watch his broad back, my legs unwilling to move. Hunter is e
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Veil. I expected Gilly to disagree with my offer to team up and find the moonstone. Much to my surprise, Gilly is a hundred percent willing to embark on this journey with me. She believes it's time my innocence is proven. Of course, she was a little disappointed that I attempted to escape from the pack without informing her. I felt really bad. I somewhat betrayed her trust, but we've buried the hatchet. We've moved on to the next agenda, and for two days we've been restlessly researching, reading books, and surfing the internet to find out places where the moonstone can be kept. It appears the energy the moonstone carries makes it impossible to keep it anywhere. We're yet to determine the kind of places the moonstone can be kept, and when we do, we'll be hunting for it in places like that. Today is Gilly's day off, and she's gone to meet her father and his new family while I'm working in the pack house, cleaning hurriedly because I have somewhere I need to be. Sweat pours from
Veil. I stir awake, realizing I'm back in my bedroom. I'm not surprised. I remember Rio and Pudim bringing me down from the saltire I hung on all night long. Goddess, my limbs are already screaming in pain, I can't move them. Hunter really punished me. When he brought his men in, my heart left my chest. I thought they were going to ràpe me like Ryder does. It's fortunate things didn't turn out like I feared. Whatever made him change his mind and flee from the room, I'll forever be grateful to that."I bet you're regretting being back here." The bass voice startles me, and I wrench my eyes from the ceiling to my left-hand side.There he is, Rio, swinging on the armchair back and forth. No smile lingers on his face. Beady eyes narrowed.I force myself up on the bed, turning to him cautiously. Heavens, I know he's seething with anger now.My intention was to flee to Nariah and start a new life. I never thought the plan would flop. Never thought I'd see him again, so, of course, I did
Hunter. The rebellious brother. That's what people call me because I don't follow rules. I never have. I never will. Rules are made for the oppressed. The poor. Never for the elites. The pack expects that term to shame me; unfortunately, I bask in it. If any of them grew up the way I did, being
Veil. The splash of cold, stinky water hit my face, and with a gasp, I rise up from the bed. Bed? Realizing it's true that I'm actually on a bed, I dart a frantic look around me. How in the heavens did I end up here, or is the previous day a dream? I mean, I clearly remember being in a cellar
Veil.Tears rush down my face in a frenzy. There's nothing gentle about the way he's taking me. His thrusts are deep, brutal. It severs my grip on control, and I'm left a wailing mess. Quin's beast is lost in the throes of pleasure. It's evident in the powerful slam of his hips on mine, the leng
Veil. The overlapping voices of the servants rattle the ambiance of the kitchen. They're all discussing the fight earlier, admiration clear in their tones. Apparently, this isn't the first time such a fight has occurred in the pack house. It's recurrent, and always as bloody. I refrain from join







