The next morning, I catch up to talk to him before he leaves for their honeymoon.
"Alpha. I am not here to beg anymore. I just need one favor for my wolf. I need to talk to Atlas," I say, and he nods without a thought.
Seconds later, his eyes start glowing bright yellow, almost golden.
'To what do I owe the pleasure?' he says, his voice deep and thunderous.
'I want to know if you are aware of his rejection,' I say.
'Yes, little mate. I am already bonded to Sansa, and I love her. I am sorry this had to happen. Tell Averia I am really sorry,' he says, and something in me dies.
'Okay. Can I speak to Zander now?' I say, and he nods. A few seconds later, Zander comes back.
"Do you have your answer now?" he says softly.
"Yes," I let out a breath and look him straight in the eyes.
"I, Serene Gun, accept your rejection," I say, and he stumbles back a little.
He looks at me in shock and surprise, as if he didn't expect me to accept it.
I turn and walk away from him and everything that has to do with him.
.
They left for their honeymoon, and I returned to my routine.
I grow thinner and weaker with each passing day, and Mom is beginning to worry.
I always tell her I am fine, but I know deep down she can feel my pain.
Today, she sent me on an errand. She asked me to pick up my dad's birthday cake from the pack house.
I can't believe two months have already passed, and Dad is celebrating his birthday again.
Crystal will be back today with "exciting news," as Mom said.
This place is awfully quiet today; most of the time, the pack house is noisy as hell.
I picked up my dad's cake and made my way out but stopped in my tracks when I saw Beta Darius entering the house.
"Serene. What a lovely surprise," he says with an awfully wide smile.
"Beta Darius. I was just on my way out. I came to pick up my dad's gift."
"Oh, you can't just leave like that. Come on, let's have a drink," he says, stepping closer to me.
"I... I don't think that is a good idea. My mom is waiting for me," I tell him.
"Oh, it's just a drink, Serene. I don't bite," he says softly, and I sigh.
"Okay, fine, but only one," I say, and he nods.
He leads the way into the pack bar and goes behind the counter.
"What can I get you, my lady?" he smiles.
"A shot of tequila, raw," I say, sitting on the stool.
"Wow... anything the matter?" he asks.
"Just life," I shrug.
He turns to face me a few seconds later and hands over the shot to me.
"Tell me about it," he raises his glass, and so do I.
I take the shot in one go.
"Want another?" he asks, and I nodded.
Before I realized it, I was on my fourth shot and drunk out of my mind.
"Serene, has anyone told you how beautiful you are? Those pretty brown eyes are just like the earth," he says.
Okay, this is my clue to leave.
I need to mind-link my brother to come pick me up.
"I... I... I think I should... leave," I slur my words and hiccup.
"Not yet, Serene. You know, you really fascinate me. I really fancy you; you've been on my mind lately, with those soft pink lips..." he says, his fingers trailing my bottom lip.
I swing my head to the side and try to stand up but lose my balance and almost fall down, but he holds me against him.
I can feel his groin against me.
"Please let me go. My mom is waiting for me," I beg.
"I can't do that. I really need to feel you against me," he says and kisses my neck.
I try to hit him, but he is stronger and bigger than me.
An idea comes into my head.
"Don't even try to mind-link anyone. It isn't going to work. The drink you just had shut off all your senses. You are mine tonight, Serene," he says, and now I break down in tears.
"Please, please, please, don't do this to me. I am begging you," I plead.
But everything falls on deaf ears when I feel him rip off my shirt.
He pushes me onto the floor and continues his assault.
I try to fight; I really do, but it is all in vain.
That day, he took away my innocence, my dignity, my pride.
I lost myself that day.
.
"Are you okay Serene?"my brother asks for second time today.
"Yes I am fine"I tell him quietly.
"Are you sure? Something is off with you"he says looking at me skeptically.
"I am fine"I say and he kept quiet and we continue to finish the decorations.
Minutes later the house was full with guests and friends.
My sister and Zander had arrived and they looked so happy and cozy.
I smile sadly, I am going to really miss them once I am out of this place.
I hope mom and dad will forgive me for being a disappointment.
"We have an announcement. Everyone please gather around"dad announces.
Everyone moved forward,but I remained behind.
My nightmare was with them,he stood there as if he wasn't a monster.
"Thank you all for making it to my birthday party. As much as it is my birthday, I like to announce this: I got the greatest gift today. My daughter and her husband, Alpha Zander, are expecting their first child, my first grandchild and the future alpha of this pack," my dad says happily.
That was it for me. I had enough reason to go on with my decision. No one will miss me. My family is happy without me.
I smile sadly and slowly retreat back to my room.
I take a pen and paper and write an apology letter for my parents and brother.
I pack up a few things and my savings. I jump through my window and run through the woods.
Once I can't feel the connection with my family anymore, I stop.
'We'll be okay, Ria. No one can hurt us again,' I tell my wolf.
'Okay,' she says weakly.
"I, Serene Gun, daughter of Beta Zack Gun, cut ties off with
the White Moon Pack," I say and feel all links with the pack break.
I shift into my wolf form and run into the woods.
I hope a better life awaits me.
Winter's POV Her scent is everywhere.It clings to my skin, the sheets, even the air I breathe. Sweet and sharp, threaded with smoke from the candles she insisted on lighting, heavy with the heat of what we did last night. My wolf prowls inside me, restless, unsatisfied, snarling at me to reach for her again.Three rounds weren’t enough. They’ll never be enough.Winter shifts against me, her bare leg draping over mine like it belongs there. She murmurs my name in her sleep—my real name, not the fake one I gave the pack—and the sound rips through me worse than any blade.I shouldn’t have let it go this far.I shouldn’t have touched her at all.My jaw tightens as I stare up at the ceiling beams. My hand aches to slide over her waist again, to claim what’s mine. My wolf pushes at me, sharp and insistent. Mark her. Seal it. Now.The ache in my teeth is unbearable. I can almost feel the bite, the pull of blood and bond, her body trembling under me as the tether locks permanent. My vision
Winter's POV Warning ⚠️. Explicit sex scene ahead.I gasp as Tyrone's fingers plunge deep into my aching core, his thumb rubbing firm circles over my clit. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he fucks me with his hand, his cock pressing insistently against my thigh.I'm sore from losing my virginity just hours ago, but I'm desperate for more. My hips rock into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I ride his hand shamelessly.Tyrone growls low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Fuck, Winter," he rasps, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "You're so tight and wet for me. Such a good little witch."His words make me blush, even as they send a thrill through me. I've always been submissive to my alpha, but this is different. This is raw, primal need.He withdraws his fingers suddenly and flips me onto my stomach. I yelp in surprise, but then he's hiking up my hips and I feel his hard length pressing against my
Winter POVHis smirk was infuriating, the kind that curled slow across his lips like he knew exactly how much it would unravel me. Tyron leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching me with that maddening calm while my whole body felt like it was on fire.“You’re jealous,” he murmured, low and taunting, the candlelight catching the sharp line of his jaw.I narrowed my eyes, even though heat was crawling up my neck. “I’m not.”“You are.” He tilted his head, eyes burning gold for a flicker. “And it looks good on you.”I wanted to punch him. I wanted to wipe that cocky expression off his face. But more than that, I wanted to feel his mouth on mine again, to taste that edge of danger and sweetness he carried like it belonged to him alone.Before I could think better of it, I moved. Crawling across the table, the wood creaking beneath my palms, I climbed into his lap. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his hands were already on me—rough, possessive, grip
Winter POVYesterday’s date with Tyron was… amazing.Well, I wouldn’t exactly call eating ice cream and strolling around town with guards breathing down our necks a date. But for someone like him—someone who doesn’t even believe in dates or normalcy—it meant something. And it will do.Tyron.Tyron.Tyron.Even saying his name in my head gives me butterflies. I understand it’s because of the mate bond, this thread tying me to him, tugging every time I try to resist. But it’s more than that now. It’s not just instinct or magic. It’s what we’re building, even if he refuses to admit it out loud.He is actually sweet underneath all the nonchalant, broody behavior. He showed me that yesterday when he bought me a second ice cream just because I frowned after dropping the first. He didn’t say a word, didn’t make a big gesture out of it—just handed it to me like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.Still, sometimes I think he’s more than he lets on.There are secrets in hi
Winter I wasn’t supposed to say yes.When Tyron leaned against the training posts after sparring and asked, so casually, “Want to take a walk later?” I should’ve told him no. I should’ve reminded myself who he was — the rogue chained in our dungeon not long ago, the one whose silence carved holes in me every time I tried to reach him.But instead, I nodded. And now my heart won’t stop racing.The evening air is softer than the usual sharp chill, dusk painting the pack grounds in shades of gold and violet. Tyron walks beside me, tall and shadowed, his shoulders brushing mine just enough to make it impossible to think straight. He doesn’t say much at first, but then again, he doesn’t need to. His presence is its own gravity.“You always walk this fast?” he asks finally, smirking when I glance at him.I hadn’t realized I was practically rushing, like I’m afraid if I slow down, I’ll lose my nerve. “Maybe I’m just trying to keep up with you,” I shoot back.His mouth curves, that infuriati
Tyrone I can still taste her.The burn of her lips hasn’t left me, the sound of her gasp buried somewhere in my chest like a brand I can’t shake. I press the heel of my hand against my mouth as if that will erase it, but all it does is remind me how badly I wanted more.I lean against the window frame in my room, staring out at the grounds. Wolves spar in the late light, training in neat, disciplined pairs. My jaw tightens. I used to sneer at this kind of order, at the way packs clung to each other like frightened children. Rogues don’t get that luxury—we learned to stand alone, or die.But when I watched Winter out there today, bending fire into her palm, her braid loose from the force of her movements, I didn’t see a sheltered pup. I saw someone dangerous. Someone who could rival me. Maybe even someone who could destroy me if she wanted to.And instead of fearing that, I wanted her closer.Pathetic.I drag a hand down my face and push off the wall, pacing the length of the room. My