Mag-log inRowanLife without Dahlia has been bland, soulless, and tiring, to say the least. While she’s in Silverline, enjoying the time of her life, I’m withering away here. Every day is a struggle for me in the Pack. I wake up with the anticipation that Dahlia has finally responded to one of my many texts and voicemails. Although that hope is acutely killed as usual. And with each day that passes, the jarring truth is becoming lucid—Dahlia has forgotten about me. I’m getting replaced slowly, and one day, soon enough, she won’t give two hoots about me. My importance in Zahra’s life will be reduced to nothing as well. The fact that the chances are high for this reality to happen to me terrifies me to the core. It makes me want to leave everything and go to Silverline. Maybe I shouldn’t have recommended that Dahlia go to Silverline. But how could I not? When all that Zahra wanted was to meet her father. I couldn’t bear it, watching Zahra and Dahlia become enemies over Derrick.Well, now that de
Derrick “Are you sure you want me to be your Beta?” Lancel asked me as we walked through the Training center site, where my workers busied themselves clearing what was left of the debris.“I do, Lancel.” I boldly answered before acknowledging the member who greeted me with a nod. “And before you ask me if I’ve considered all of the issues that come with you being my preferred choice, I have.”His chest deflated as he breathed deeply. “That’s not what I was going to ask.” I hummed in a manner that depicted my curiosity. “I was going to ask why me? I mean, I’ve heard that the elders listed pretty solid options for you to choose from. Plus, I can’t deny that in the little space of time that I’ve been here, I can name a few that are quite worthy of that title.” “You remind me of Lucas,” I answered. “Your capabilities and efficiency are unmatched. Plus, I trust you. I want to work with selfless people, not power hungry, greedy, or simply elected from the benefits of nepotism.” “And yo
TeresaIt was never my intention to hurt Lance, let alone make him question our love. I know it deep down to my core that everything he does, all of his sacrifices, is for me and the safety of my Pack. But why can’t he understand that in his bid to protect us, he is plunging himself into harm’s way?Of course, I don’t care about his background as a Northern Werewolf, not even his wealth or status; I love him. So damn much that I’d rather take all of the baggage of pain than see him suffer because of me. But…the same can not be said for my people. They’ll rather die than let a Northerner be their Beta. And Alpha Salvador, once he hears of this, he’s only going to find ways to make Lancel’s life harder.Maybe I shouldn’t have spilled those vicious statements to Lancel. Perhaps I could have worded my worry, desperation, and anxiety better. Maybe I should just blame Derrick for all this. He should know better how fragile our Pack is, yet he still went ahead to choose my mate.I’ve tried c
LancelI don’t know why Derrick would choose me as his Beta, but I know one thing for certain—Derrick needs me. Would I accept it? Yes. He trusts me, and that alone is an honor that I can’t discard. Besides, Silverline could use all the help they’ve got. I love this place, and I'm happy to contribute in any way I can to make it a safer, better place for Zahra, Dahlia, and most importantly, Tessa.I thought that she, of all people, would be elated at the idea. Instead, “You can’t be our Beta.” My mate stated with all seriousness, arms crossed against her chest. It wasn’t up for a debate; she made that clear. “Why?” I replied, and the speed with which she visibly became irritated was phenomenal. “What do you mean by why? Don’t tell me you’re actually considering it?” I shrugged. “Lancel!”Yup, she’s officially angry whenever she calls me that. “Derrick obviously picked me for a reason. He sees the value I can bring to the Pack—““You don’t belong here!” She slithered, and I won’t
TeresaI came to the diner with my laptop because I needed some fresh air after spending all morning cooped up in my home working on potential designs.Of course, Lance was opposed to the idea of my working at the diner. Emphasizing how much I need a break. Unfortunately, I can’t. Not when there is so much to be done. I failed Derrick once and nearly drove the Pack to the brink of collapse. I have to give my best now. Help Derrick in any way that I can, so I don’t repeat the same mistake.But an hour in here at this place, and I can’t bring myself to focus thanks to Lance seated on the booth at the other side of the table. Since we arrived here, he’s been struggling to solve the 6x6 Rubik’s Cube I gave him. I can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter every time he makes a grunt in the back of his throat. “I can’t believe I finally found something that you are not good at!” I chirped with another round of laughter, following suit.“I’ll solve it,” He gruffed, restlessly twisting an
DahliaI should have known that taking those two firecrackers to the pool was eventually going to end with me getting soaked. But I at least succeeded in getting the perfect photo of our babies. I grinned sheepishly at my phone, displaying the wide, overjoyed grins of Zahra and Davies in the pool. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on Derrick’s face when I show him this. He’ll absolutely melt. Speaking of which, I swiped sideways to our chat. Why hasn’t Derrick answered my message? He’s clearly read it. Maybe he’s that busy at the meeting. I bet the elders are currently going at each other’s throats, pitching for their favorite candidate to be Beta. And Derrick? He’s probably bored out of his mind, wishing to be anywhere but there. Still, I wish he could at least respond. “Oh well,” I heaved, then tossed my phone to the bed. I should change my gown before I wet the floor. I was about to enter the bathroom when the door burst open, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. “Geez, Der
Derrick“Mr. Wolfsborne,” Zahra’s school secretary called behind me. “Zahra,” she pointed to the little girl she had brought from her class. “Deweek?” Zahra’s brows knitted together in confusion as she reviewed me from my messy hair, to my bandaged cheek, and down to the box of chocolate I was ho
Derrick“We found this across our border this morning,” Lucas carried a wooden plaque from the ground. There was a writing on it covered in blood,‘We are coming for you.’I collected the plaque from him and sniffed the writing to ascertain if it was human blood or if it belonged to an animal. Sadl
DerrickThe ride to our home in the city was quiet, like a graveyard, yet the air thickened with tension. Cami hasn’t said a word since I got released. She didn’t show spite or anger; her face was just as expressionless as a blank page. Luckily, Davies fell asleep all through the ride, but I’m sure
Derrick“Be honest with me, Laila.” My palms latched to my office desk as I leaned close to Laila’s face, seated across me, with Lucas standing by her side. “Who exactly is Dahlia?” “For goodness sake, Derrick! I’ve told you countless times…I don’t know!” she desperately gestured her hands midair







