ログインElenaBrandon's lips thinned, and for once, he couldn't bring himself to look down at me as he usually did. His face tightened, guilt flickering across his features. However, it didn't last long before his despicable voice surfaced again.Relentlessly.“Nevertheless, you smelled the rogues, Elena,” he said, smiling. Watching him smile, something hot twisted inside my stomach, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.Then, Brandon stepped closer. “Don't you think you owe me an explanation?” he drawled, softness now laced through his voice.My heart sank.There it was—the question I'd been dreading all day. For days, constant lies had covered my tracks. But would they also work on Brandon? However, I couldn't give myself away. Not with the arrogant bastard standing before me, determined to uncover exactly how I'd caught those rogues. I stifled a smile, looking him straight in the eye. “I already told everyone what I saw.” “Lies!” Brandon snapped almost immediately, and the air pulsed
Blood Moon Pack, The Moon College.Elena The other rogues whose scents I had caught were ambushed inside the abandoned gym, and all were caught alive, with no casualties on our end. The bloodthirsty rogues were eventually chained inside Alpha Scarlett Pack's dungeon to await interrogation. However, Edgar had informed me they'd soon be transferred to Blood Moon Pack at the Alpha King's order. Apparently, he was very close with the Alpha King—my ex-mate's father.That, he had told me to ease my constant apprehension about how he’d managed to get Alpha Scarlett to change her verdict.My body suddenly shuddered as the image of the attack flashed through my mind.But thank Goddess, it was all over. And now, I'm back in the only place I could ever call mine—the college. And importantly, my dorm.However, tiny balls of ice still tugged at the pit of my stomach because Alpha Scarlett’s grin wouldn't leave my head, for days now.Even after she’d forced a smile and declared me pardoned for c
ElenaThe rogue had barely clawed its way forward when a ferocious roar erupted from Edgar. Only then did its body finally collapse onto its bleeding knees.Even I trembled beneath Edgar's authority. Every attendee of the Mating Ceremony stood scattered across the ground, their eyes darting from the captured rogue to me, then finally to Edgar.“Chain that darn animal and take it down the dungeon, with a belly full of wolfsbane!” Edgar commanded, and every one of the guards scurried to carry out his order.I glanced at him again in surprise for the umpteenth time that night.The guards forced the exhausted rogue away and finally, there was silence in the square again, leaving only the startled breathing of different wolves piercing through the air.One thing, however, was clear… The Party had been ruined.Just then, a sharp feminine voice pierced through the air behind everyone. The bitter authority in those words made my stomach drop almost immediately.“Where the hell is the filthy
Elena“You really smelled rogues inside the pack house?”Those green eyes weren't doubting my words; they simply couldn't believe a rogue had made it into CrestStone. Just as I hadn't believed Crystal until I saw it myself.“I couldn’t be more sure, Edgar.” I nodded, my gaze never leaving his. “They're hiding at the abandoned gym.” “How did you end up in that dangerous area, Elena?” he demanded. I could see hard lines around his eyes as he asked the question. “I saw a dead body in the storeroom and couldn't help following the paw print. I had to find out who killed her.” “Did you identify the body?” he bit out.The image of the poor girl flashed through my head. “No, but she was a Servitude maid,” I said, my gaze darting to my boots. “One of MountainFang Pack.” He exhaled at once, the tension around his eyes slowly fading. His towering frame closed the small distance between us. Then, without warning, he pulled me into a tight hug.My eyes widened in horror. But his body moldin
Elena My pulse hammered against my ears, urging me to run faster. No other proof was needed to convince me that Crystal was right.She was right. She was always right.Another chill ran down my spine the moment I ran past the wide-open storeroom. Then, I picked up my pace even faster.My breasts bounced heavily against my chest as I bolted toward the ceremonial ground, barely paying attention to the disdainful looks the arriving guests threw my way. Few of whom I recognized from my pack. I had only one thought in my head. And that wasn't sparing them a glance.It was only one thought—get to the guards.Warn them.Tell them about the group of rogues lurking behind their wall—waiting for the right moment to strike for their neck, right on their happy day. Breathless and drenched in sweat, I stormed toward the hall entrance, only to halt at the enormous gathering ahead of me.For a second, panic erupted through me on realizing the ceremony had already begun. Hundreds of werewolves
Elena The metallic scent of the maid's blood that had been haunting the edges of my senses quickened the moment I stepped outside the storeroom, and my gaze followed the blood prints trailing across the ground. My heartbeat immediately picked up as Crystal's claim flashed through my mind. Could it really be a rogue? But, this is CrestStone Pack. The second strongest pack. How foolish could a rogue be to come in here and commit murder? ‘Maybe not foolish, but fearless,’ Crystal purred, nudging forward. ‘Or maybe even in pack.’ ‘Those beasts aren't so fearful when they're in numbers, Elena.’ I flinched, fear twisting in my stomach at Crystal's words. Wait. Crystal knew this? The fact that the murderer could be in numbers. Yet she was willing to lure us—or still, me into this deadly mission. Wow. How convenient of her to put our lives at risk. But then, Crystal's voice came low inside my head, dismantling all my quickly rising apprehension. ‘Stop,’ she ordered and I com
Elena“The breeze is cool, Elena. I bet you would love it!” Edgar voiced out immediately after he stepped out of the old room.Definitely, outside was much different. So much filled with the liveness of the clean air than the musk of old books and aged furniture permeated across the large live-in o
“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







