MasukLogan “Elena Lockwell… Hmm. Interesting.” I looked up from the scroll in my hands, across the maroon-colored surface to the twelve Elders of the Pack seated around the table. I had chosen this particular subject as an exam for a reason. The Unison of all the Packs has flourished in countless areas of civilization—from the invention of sawmills that allow us to put the forest trees to greater use, to the extraction of shiny stones from the soil and their refinement into valuable treasures…and many more. However, we've not quite accomplished the same in the Healthcare section. Normally, we werewolves don't require treatment from herbs or plants. We were already blessed with exceptionally fast healing ability, bestowed upon us centuries ago by the Moon Goddess herself—one of the traits that makes our kind stand out the most amongst every other species on the earth. Sadly, I'd spent decades of my life on the warfront—fighting packs that rebelled against the Unison of all werewolves,
Elena.“Oh yeah, I did.”And I'd do it again. Over and over again. Anyone certainly would… after hearing someone they had once endlessly loved for years say that killing them would be for the best. “Elena...” he took a step closer again in an attempt to touch me.But I stepped backward. “Don't call my name, Thorne.” “You don't mean that,” he let out an exasperated breath, gritting his teeth as he once again forced himself to hold back.“Oh yeah, Thorne. I meant every god-damned word I said!”The pressure in my chest grew so tight that it brought a rush of tears to my eyes. But I held it back. I wouldn't let Brandon see any weak side of me to exploit ever again. Then, he looked past my shoulder, towards the closed door as though he was avoiding my gaze. Slowly, he turned back to me, his hands raking violently through his hair before he rasped a clenched fist onto the wooden bookshelf before him. The action sent many neatly packed books tumbling from the shelf.My brow furrowed in s
Elena “C’mon in and I'll tell you, Elena,” he said, his voice solemn, his eyes watching me expectantly as he waited for me to step toward him.However, I know the man before me too well.Too well to know…that I ought to be afraid. I ought to run from his warm but calculating gesture. He had betrayed me not just once; surely, he wouldn’t hesitate to finish Mr Harris' failed assignment himself.My pulse jumped, and I bit hard on my lower lip, trying to urge myself out of the indecision pulling me in two different directions—run or stay and get the truth…a worthy explanation out of him. Yet, I wanted to give in to Brandon’s demand so badly, that my knee ached with the tension from his authority. But the part of me that had been betrayed over and over again, humiliated and hurt felt Brandon's authority was unworthy to stand firm over my decision. If I gave in now, I'd be giving in not just to him but also to his fucking Alpha Prince authority and sadly I wouldn't win in this confrontat
Elena I never stay angry for long…but right now, and then—my blood simmered beyond its restraint and I wished I had punched Brandon fucking Thorne in his face.My breath grew heavier as I listened to Ms. Gilbert, the exam coordinator, her heels clinking against the tiled floor as she elegantly strode back and forth in front of the classroom, each of her firm words hitting the absolute silence in the room.I stilled in my seat, alongside the rest of my classmates. But then, Ms. Gilbert's rough voice cut through the shock she had deliberately stirred throughout the room moments ago.“Rest assured little ones...” Her gaze swept above everyone's head till it rested on me. “The students who'd be sent away to assist the slaves and omegas of CrestStone Pack won't be all of you in this room.”My breath instantly quickened as her gaze suddenly stopped in my direction, longer than a minute. But then she quickly flashed her usual sexy smile, her brown eyes tilting away from me as if she had not
Elena I grunted, still gripping Mr Harris' wrist twisted behind his back while his weakened knees struggled to keep him upright.I smiled softly at his hardened expression, glad to see his face scrunch as he finally gave up on forcing his wolf out. Seems his wolf knew better than to force the shift while the body was already in pain and trapped.“Bitch!” He screamed, his teeth gnashing towards my direction as he struggled to jerk his head around. “Let go of me, you wolfless bitch!”Such a beautiful sight!I glanced down at his distraught face with something tugging at the corner of my lips—A smirk. “That isn't any way to plead, Instructor Harris. Remember the wolfless bitch has you pinned down, at least.”The vein in his neck throbbed, and his eyes reddened from the pain and anger. “Y-you–” he gritted out, pain radiating through his arm as I tightened my grip.“What?” I sneered, watching his anger rise.I smiled softly as his eyes squeezed shut from the sheer pain etched across his f
Elena My mortified gasp drew the attention of the approaching Mr Harris. And in a heartbeat, my legs consciously snapped backward as he made an attempt to step closer. “Wait—” I raised a finger to protest, but his voice cut me short before I could voice my suspicion. His brows furrowed. “I'm not a pervert who'd do that to a young girl, Lockwell” he blurted out, his hands rubbing the back of his neck. “Especially when that someone is—” He suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes lingering on my face with a scowl. “Never mind.” Oh no, darn my dark thoughts. I cursed under my breath in shame. However, as much as my suspicion dissolved, I couldn't help but be perplexed at how meticulously Mr Harris had calculated my thoughts and his movements. My eyes widened, and my lips slipped apart. Almost agape. How did he…? “How did I know
Moon CollegeThe weather in the forest of Wolf Country was so humid, and it stretched over to Moon College, the prestigious school for the werewolf generation situated at Blood Moon Pack, and some of their regular outdoor training was postponed.Different young werewolves flocked around the hallway, g
BrandonIgnoring my aunt's persistent questions to know how far we've taken our mate's relationship– if we've had our first mating or I’ve left a mark on her, which pack she is from… Each of her questions dipped cold into my spine with the anxiety of the rejection news spreading across the packhouse.
Logan My eyes grew wider at the unreasonable lie he just made up. “What did you do to her ‘cause last time I checked, you were just on the verge of pouncing out before the knock came”“Not to her but to her wolf, I did something amusing,” he said, and I could sense his cheerful roars.“You what?” My l
“What fucking right do you have to barge into my life at this moment, after all these years!” I scowled, holding back the tears that threatened to make me look weak.But no! I won't give in to any more tears and never will I look miserable in front of anyone anymore, not even to this white flawless







