RAVEN’S POV:As the car pulled out of the driveway onto the street, I couldn't help but turn my head around to look behind me. It felt odd; I had only left the pack once, and that was the first day I met Tristan, but it was different from this. I was really leaving the pack completely.I had mixed feelings. Although I was not particularly sad as the only people I would miss were Theo and Layla, I still felt strange. This was the same pack I grew in, where I lived my whole childhood from the happy moments before my parents were branded as traitors, till I became an omega slave. Most of my memories were awful, but as I watched the huge pack house building fade away from my sight, it felt surreal.Tristan probably noticed the change in my mood and looked at me, probing, "Do you want to stay?"His question brought me back to my senses, and I quickly looked away, keeping my emotions in check. How could I feel odd about leaving such a place that gave me so many bad memories? Now that I had
LUCAS'S POV:I was seated behind my office desk, going through the reports that have gradually piled up since I was too busy attending to the guests. While I read, there was a sudden knock on the door, and I heard Rolf salute from the other side of the door."Alpha." He saluted."Come in," I ordered, not bothering to look up at him.The door soon opened, and he entered, closing the door behind me. That sound made me stop reading for a moment as I looked up at him."I'm here to report my findings to you, "Alpha," he quickly told me.I didn't expect him to find out anything after Tristan had taken Raven with him. After all, he couldn't even find out anything substantial while they were still in my territory. But I was still curious anyway, so I gave a small nod for him to tell me all he knew.He quickly began to reiterate, "Alpha, I found out that four days ago, Raven went into human territory.""Human territory?" I asked, sharply, genuinely surprised. "How is that possible? No one is a
RAVEN’S POV:The dinner went by without any drama, and most people left before I finished eating, making it easy for me to clear my plate. As I carried the tray, one of the servants approached me."Please leave the plates here. They'll be cleared soon," she said.I was slightly surprised, as in my pack, it was customary for servants like us to clear dishes after meals. I felt out of place, not being treated like an omega. I nodded and left the tray on the table.Walking around this unfamiliar place was strange. I didn't recognize anyone, and Tristan hadn't appeared since my morning arrival. As I was on my way, I ran into the butler again."Erm... Mr. Reiner," I called out, unsure of what to call him.He stopped and greeted me, "Miss Raven, how may I help you?"I was surprised that he knew my name, but I didn't ask and instead quickly asked him about Tristan's whereabouts."Well, I... I wanted to ask if you know where Tristan is and if I can see him," I mumbled.Butler Reiner seemed un
In a dimly lit office, elegantly furnished with opulent décor, Tristan sat behind a massive mahogany desk. The desk was a model of meticulous organization, with neatly stacked cash beside antique brass candleholders. On the wall behind him, a large framed city map adorned the room.Draped in an impeccably tailored black suit and pants, Tristan exuded an aura of cold ruthlessness, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. His steel-gray eyes fixated on the city map as he marked out key points with a pen.A sudden knock on the door made him look up, his gaze directed at the entrance. "Come in."The door swung open, revealing Ethan at the threshold. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ethan's expression shifted noticeably. He appeared surprised and taken aback, though it was but a fleeting moment before he regained his composure."We've got an emergency," he began, approaching Tristan.Tristan paused, returning the pen to its holder, and his fingers lightly drummed on the desk as he probed,
"Ha..." Tristan suddenly laughed, his cold voice echoing through the walls. "Well, I've got no reason to keep you alive then."Like a blur, he suddenly pulled out the gun plugged to his belt and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the man's forehead, and his corpse fell to the ground, blood splashing all over the place. Tristan reached out to wipe the blood that had splashed on his shirt with distaste. Then, he gazed at the man's corpse, which now lay on the ground, unmoving, his widened eyes a testament that he wasn't prepared for it.A hushed silence fell over the dock as the other captives instantly began to panic and scream through the tape. Tristan's men didn't seem affected, but Ethan looked his way, his brows creasing. However, it wasn't the shooting that made him bothered.Tristan returned his gaze to the rest of the people tied up. "Like I said, I don't want us to stress one another. You give me what I want, and I may choose to pardon you." Then, he paused, twirlin
RAVEN’S POV:There was a knock on the door, jolting me awake from my deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes drowsily as my gaze reached for the wall clock across the room. It was still noon.I quickly scrambled out of the bed and turned the doorknob, opening the door. It was a young lady dressed in a servant uniform with two bags in her hands. When she saw me, she immediately bowed respectfully. "Hello, Miss. I'm here to clock in for the day. I'm your newly assigned maid."I stared at her as her auburn-colored pigtails bounced when she bowed. I was still stunned by what she said, so I muttered, "Maid? I don't need a maid."She quickly straightened up, looking at me as though she couldn't understand why I was saying so. But still, she put on a forced smile and repeated, "My name is Lena. I'm your assigned maid. You can call on me if you need anything."I wanted to argue and tell her I didn't need one. But on second thoughts, I realized it could have been the butler or Bethany who assigned her to
RAVEN’S POV:As the car pulled up in front of the mall, it was pretty obvious that the stuff inside would burn a hole in anyone's pocket. It was a very tall building with intricate and elegant designs on its exterior, clearly for the wealthy. Bethany didn't seem concerned like I was as she parked the car to a spot and told me to get down."Come on, let's go in," she told me as we walked up to the stairs. When she saw that I was rather sluggish, she hooked her arm in mine and pulled me along."Bethany, we don't have to do this," I muttered, trying to persuade her as she dragged me to the front door. I really didn't need such expensive things. Not to mention, she believed I was Tristan's girlfriend, which was why she was treating me so well. I didn't want her to feel betrayed when she found out I'm not.But she paid me no heed. When we reached the security entrance, the guards there, however, quickly saluted her, making me freeze."Welcome to our store, ma'am," they chorused, beaming wi
"What's going on here?" a voice called out in the distance. It was Bethany. She walked forward with purposeful and confident strides, her expression grave enough to tell me she must have listened in. I was so relieved upon sighting her."She was caught shoplifting," one of them quickly supplied."Oh, really? Did you witness her stuffing the dress in her bag, Natalie?" Bethany was bold and confident. I wished I could be a little like her; maybe my life wouldn't be so miserable.It was also done. I realized that the girl's name was Natalie, and Bethany seemed to know her well."No, but she was going to eventually. Where do you think she'll get enough money to pay for a dress like this?" Natalie argued."So, you accused an innocent person of shoplifting based on your unfounded assumptions?" Bethany was seconds away from tearing her into a million pieces."It’s not an assumption. I mean, she was acting all suspicious, and I could tell she didn't have this money. She must have stolen that f