LOGINCrestStone Pack, Alpha Scarlett Pack House.Elena “I never thought you'd attend the ceremony this year, Elena,” one of the maids said, smiling. I think her name is Mia. Is it?She leaned toward me, lowering her voice. “With the rogue incident and stuff…”Like me, Mia was a regular servitude maid sent to high-ranking Packs requiring assistance. Except that she was an Omega from a far-away small pack. I smiled back at her. Attending?As if. “I’m so glad to see you are unharmed,” she added, smiling once again.Always genuine. “Yeah… Thanks, Mia.” I nodded. The girl let out a soft laugh, while her smile grew wider. “It's Margaret, not Mia.” She corrected, and for a second, embarrassment flushed through me.I opened my mouth to apologize, but the words were quickly slammed back down my throat when the door burst open suddenly.With a scowl, I let out an audible groan at the voice echoing through the large hall.I turned back, staring at the figure storming toward me. “What the hell
Logan “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
Tap!”Tap!”Tap!” We both jerked back, staring at the door when we heard a sudden soft knock. I squirted, twirling the torn piece of my gown around my naked body before hurriedly advancing to the neatly dressed bed to cover myself from whoever was coming in. Though, I wasn’t pleased about someone
“Please mate with me” I whispered. My heart skipped at the thought of what his response would be. What if he says no? What if he reports me to the school elders? Ohh Gosh! That would be so embarrassing.I bit my lower lip, almost regretting those words that slipped out of my mouth in a tone filled
“Brandon?”“How could you—?” my heart tightened as I struggled to get the words out of my throat.Is this real or am I dreaming?However, The reality of the scene hit me like a slap across my cheeks. “What the hell is going on here Brandon?! How could you do this to me on our night!Immediately I t
“Hey Elena! Here you are,” Chris said, approaching me with a glass of wine in his hand, which I simply retorted with a wide smile beaming radiantly as the lights flickered around the hall.Today is my coming of age day - my eighteenth year old birthday that also matches with the crescent moon night







