Kevin's POV Alcohol corroded my reason, and James' face turned into Luke's in my eyes, and then I crazily beat him. However, when Beta Liam appeared and tightly grabbed my wrist, I felt the flames of anger burning even stronger in my heart. I punched Liam in the face with dissatisfaction, and he immediately covered the injured area, but didn't let go of me. "Damn it! Liam, stop meddling, " I roared. "Alpha, calm down!" Liam's voice carried a hint of helplessness and understanding. "Let go of me." I commanded him with Alpha's authority, he was hesitant, and the werewolves in the club cast surprised glances, which intensified the manic emotions within me. "If you damn well keep looking, I'll gouge your eyes out!" I snarled viciously. Everyone instantly averted their gaze, then quickly stepped back, I could feel their fear, but I had lost control by now. Liam struggled to hold me, trying to calm me down. "Alpha, listen to me, I understand you, but you can't vent like this. Ella doe
Liam’s POV "Bro, don't grab my clothes like that. If you treat me this way, I'll tell Dad!" Maya exclaimed hysterically, her sharp voice nearly shattering my eardrums. I reluctantly seized her hands and hoisted her onto my shoulder, ignoring her protests as I carried her back home. "Liam, is this what you find amusing? You're Kevin's beta and my brother. If you won't help me, are you going to help those bitches who are trying to seduce Kevin?!" Faced with my silence, Maya grew frantic, shouting my name, furrowing my brow. "Maya, precisely because you're my sister, I have to stop you from doing anything embarrassing or offensive to the Alpha." "How am I embarrassing you? Liam, do you think being a Beta makes you so great? Stop telling me what to do!" She retaliated by kicking her legs forcefully, almost slipping off my back. I opened the car door and dumped her into the passenger seat. "Maya, I've warned you before. Kevin doesn't love you; he loves Ella. By persistently followin
Kevin’s POV The next day, when I woke up in the hotel and recalled what happened at the club yesterday, I sighed and rubbed my aching forehead, reluctantly calling Liam. "Good morning, Alpha." "Good morning, and now, come pick me up and take me back to the camp." "Alright, but Alpha, there's something I need to inform you about beforehand." "What?" Without even thinking, I could guess that I had beaten up James yesterday, and he would surely go back and tell his father, Elder George. "Elder George came to the camp to report to Mr. Peter that you had fought his son, and Mr. Peter is very angry now." "Alright, I see." I raised my eyebrows nonchalantly, unsurprised, and hung up the phone. George was the most ill-tempered of the three elders in our pack. In contrast, Liam's father, David, was the most gentle. Therefore, they always had disagreements during meetings due to differing viewpoints. Upon arriving at the camp, I opened the door to my father's office. Elder George and P
Kevin’s POV In the evening, my father and I had some wine with dinner and chatted for a long time. My father was pleased. With George's matter resolved, the Blood Moon Pack's years-long civil war was nearing its end. He hoped I could bring Ella back, and I promised him I would do my utmost. "Alpha, our werewolves found a Rogue group at an abandoned factory 3 kilometers away," Liam entered my study, his face unusually serious. "Any other information?" I closed the map. "Yes, Alpha. According to intelligence, these Rogues are not ordinary. At least, they are of leadership level." "Why do you say so?" "From our last prisoners, we released a black wolf and installed a bug on it. Through the bug, I heard the black wolves referring to one of them as 'my lord.'" I raised an eyebrow and licked my fangs. After searching for 5 years, I finally dug up useful information about the Rogue leader, which excited me greatly. "Very well, inform the werewolves to prepare. We'll take them down t
Ella’s POV What kind of person is my father? I returned to my room and sat by the dressing table, scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror, trying to find traces of my father in my face. My mother once said that my father passed away unexpectedly before I was born, but she never elaborated on the details. I never asked for fear of upsetting her, and over time, I forgot about it. Lucy, could we possibly be wolf from the Blue River pack? I called out to my wolf. Lucy looked puzzled and scratched her head. I'm not sure either, but as Camila said, our fur is indeed blue, so perhaps your father really was a wolf from the Blue River pack. Me: If he was from the Blue River pack, what was his status? I'm thinking maybe I still have other family members. Yes, it's very likely. Alpha Oscar, Kevin's father, might know something about your father. You know, your mother was his Beta, and they had a good relationship. Oh, Lucy, you're so smart. I stood up eagerly and rushed to open the w
Ella’s POV I looked into the empty eyes of the coachman, trembling as I patted his face. There was no vitality. I glared at the man in the black trench coat in disbelief. "We saved you, yet you killed him. You ungrateful beast." He casually twisted his wrist, nonchalantly scratching his neck, as if killing someone was of no consequence. Filled with a sense of impending danger, I propped myself up and bent down to retrieve a surgical knife from the medical kit. Suddenly, a large hand descended from the top of the carriage, pressing me down forcefully. I felt an immense pressure instantly, making it difficult to breathe. "Let go of me!" I struggled, but the hand tightly squeezed my throat, nearly suffocating me. "Don't move, behave, or face the consequences," the man's voice sounded beside my ear, tinged with a sickly growl. "Let go, you bastard!" I continued to resist. Fear surged within me like a tidal wave. This man had just killed my coachman, and now he was coming after me!
Ella’s POV What exactly is this place? Auctioning werewolf is illegal, devoid of human rights. Whether it's the Blood Moon pack or the Blue River Tribe, such things would never occur. The auctioneer's smooth voice echoed continuously in the room, exciting and anticipating the audience. I strained to capture snippets of conversation, hoping to glean some clues about what was happening or why I was here. "It's truly a rare specimen," whispered a distinguished middle-aged man sitting in the front row, his eyes predatory as they locked onto me. "I must add her to my collection." "Indeed, she would make a wonderful addition to any family," replied another woman sharply, her features sharp, her gaze calculating. "Of course, provided the price is right." They each had a placard on their seats indicating their respective identities and species; the man was a vampire count antique collector, while the woman was a nightclub cat shifter. The dwarf on the stage nodded in agreement, a smirk
Ella’s POV If this is a nightmare, I hope I can wake up as soon as possible. However, the cold touch on my wrist shattered my imagination and reminded me that everything that happened was real. I was injected with tranquilizers and was put in a car while I was drowsy. "Mr. Ronald, this is her physical information. As you know, we no longer allow returns after the goods are sold." A man said. "I understand." The other man replied with a smile. Through the fog in my brain, I could feel anger at the words even as I hoped that it was a dream. Was I the one being likened to a good sold? They must be crazy. I was too conscious of the mess that I was in that I didn't have time to think of the death of the coachman as I had for the past few days. I sniffled, trying to breathe but it was hard. My throat felt constricted and my muscles were weaker than it had ever been. I was an omega wolf, usually weaker than the others but this was a new low, even for me. I felt like a bunch of vegetab