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Savannah: The Pack's Outcast Finally, Better Days.
Savannah slowly opened her eyes and everywhere was blurry.It's been a few days since everything happened. As soon as her sight became clear, she noticed someone staring at her.It was her son!"My baby." She muttered and pulled him into a hug, tears slowly trickling down her face."I am so happy to see you, baby. Are you happy too?" She asked, cupping her son's face with her hands."Yes, mum." He replied and she hugged him again."Why are you crying mum?" Her son asks as soon as they break the hug."I'm not crying." She responded and her son helped her wipe her tears."Has anyone been wicked to you?" She asked him."No, mum." He replied.For some reason, Savannah was shocked."No one hurt you or did bad things to you?" She asked again."No, mum." Her son said again.Savannah pulled her son to her and she thought silently."What is going on? Zhao lets Stella do whatever she wants..how come no one hurt my son or is he lying to me? He can't be lying to me." She thought, she wanted to a
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast Happily Ever After?
Stella slaps off the mosquitoes from her body, and groaned in irritation. "You have been here for weeks, you should be used to these insects by now." A male voice muttered. It was Reginald. She met him by a twist of fate, a few weeks ago, after she was chased out of the Pack. "I can never get used to them." She replied. "Well, you have no choice." Reginald said. He walked out with two cups of tea, and gave one to her. "Thanks." She said. Reginald sat beside her. "I never knew someone else would go through the same embarrassment Zhao put me through." He said. "Well, here I am." Stella said and they both laughed. "I never knew all Zhao did to me was because of Savannah. If I never met you, I wouldn't have found out about it." Reginald said. "We can't just let them go, right? We need to revenge." Stella suggested. Reginald took a sip of his tea and nodded. "True. We really need to revenge. We should give them a taste of their own medicine." He said. "Do you also know that S
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast Five Days To Live
Savannah’s P.O.V “Where are you coming from?” A thunderous voice roared at me as I stepped on the first staircase. I spun around, my heart pounding, and saw him right behind me. “From the laundry room, Father.” I wiped the sweat from my face with a coarse finger. “You can ask Celia.” Oh god, I just wanted to sit. My back hurts from standing for so long. “Lies! Savannah.” He bellowed, his massive bulk frame shaking as the sharp smell of whiskey burnt my nose. “I’ll ask you one more time, where were you?” Warning bells went off in my psyche as I felt the blood drain from my features. “I… I am telling the truth, Father. She piled up her clothes, made me wash them with my bare hands, and stood there watching—” “Anna! Confess now!” My sister’s high-pitched voice cut me short as she joined us in the hall. Her green eyes glinted silently informing me of her evil intent. Oh no. I blinked up at her. "Confess what, Celia?" “Oh, stop lying.” She sneered and folded her arms over her chest
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast A Dangerous Proposal
Savannah’s P.O.V It’d been five days since I cut a deal with the moon goddess and it’s been days of anguish from my worst nightmare. The Alpha of the golden circle pack accused me of stealing from him after Celia’s mother, Katherine ordered me to go to their territory to fetch something from their Luna. They ignored me no matter how hard I cried and begged them to listen. Even my father - I mean Alpha Reed - turned away and ordered them to punish me like a criminal. I was staring ahead in shock, pleas spilling from my lips when someone threw me violently on the mansion's front porch. I groaned as my head slammed against the hedge, blood trickling down my face. “Savannah of the Druid pack is hereby declared a shameless thief!” The guard declared and immediately the pack members began hooting and howling. A rough hand yanked me up, forcing me to look at them. My breath hitched as I took in their hateful glares and curses. “Please…I am innocent.” “Shut up!” A glob of saliva hit my
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast A Cold Welcome
We drove through the wide-open gates of Sylvia where a towering mansion loomed over us. Its walls were a dull gray, almost blending with the overcast sky. Thick vines of ivy clung to the stone, covering the windows like a green curtain. A faint scent of decay hung in the air, reminding me of the life I’d led back in Hybern. The life that left me broken and bruised. My heart pounded in my chest as we stopped at the driveway. I clenched the bag in my lap so tightly that my knuckles turned white, trying to calm my racing pulse. What awaited me inside? Unlike Hybern, where wolf guards crawled everywhere, the courtyard was silent and still. Barely any patrols roamed the ground. Did Sylvia not care about security? Or did they have something else protecting them? Scanning the surroundings through the car windows, my eyes landed on a Bentley parked nearby. The driver was hysterically bowing and gesturing to someone who was still inside the vehicle. Who was he so frantic about? I leaned f
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast Asked To Sleep On The Cold Floor
After a quick soak in the gold-edged bathtub, I slipped into a silky nightdress I’d taken from the ones Bernice brought earlier and a strange sensation washed over me. The fabric felt so foreign and luxurious compared to the rags and hand-me-downs I was accustomed to. A part of me couldn't help but feel like an imposter, as if I didn't belong in such gorgeous attire. As if I only deserved to watch people who wore things like this from a distance. As I stood before the mirror, the reflection staring back at me seemed almost unrecognizable. The vibrant red fabric clung to my figure, accentuating curves I never knew I had. It was a bittersweet moment, for in this waif nightdress, I felt both transformed and trapped, staring at the scars that marred my skin. Sighing, I walked away from the mirror and slipped into a robe. Then I lay down on the bed, surrounded by silky canopies. They swayed ever so slightly, casting shadows across the room that mirrored my restless thoughts. What if the
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast A Cold Bath, and Then She Met...
I woke up in an empty room, the cold air biting my skin. The events of the previous night—the prince’s contempt mostly—flashed through my mind and I shivered. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I felt like a worthless piece of trash, discarded by the one who was supposed to be my husband. I couldn't help but wonder if agreeing to this marriage in exchange for freedom was a mistake. The low creak of the door jolted me from my thoughts and I snapped my head up to see Bernice lingering by the entrance. She took in the sight of me on the cold floor with the pillow and frowned. Her eyes darted to the bed as if expecting to see the prince there. Shaking her head, she turned around and left the room without a word. Confusion washed over me as I stared after her, trying to understand what had repelled her. Was it my appearance? My smell? My presence? A short while later, the maid returned, carrying a thick duvet in her hands. She approached me with a concerne
Savannah: The Pack's Outcast Punishment and pain
A burst of masculine yet light laughter echoed in the hallway as the figure—who is a man—pulled away from me. His fingers lingered on my arm to steady me. They felt so strong and warm. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm on my ear. My cheeks heated as I forced myself to look away from his jawline which was so sharp and defined, into his eyes. They were blue…just like Reginald's. Could he be…? Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, Bernice's warning echoing in my head: Stay away from the royal family members, they could be very hostile to strangers. Some part of me couldn't help but feel this guy was different. I mean, he hadn't stopped smiling at me. His smile was so genuine that his eyes crinkled at the sides. Clearing my throat, I tried to sound polite. “No, please, it was my fault. I should have watched where I was going. I’m sorry.” I bowed my head, hoping he would leave me alone. No luck there. He shook his head, making the long black curls on his head bounce. "Don’t b
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