KEILAH As Ralph's deep voice broke the silence, I couldn't help but feel a knot tighten in my stomach. What could he possibly want to talk about at this hour? Oh, of course, there's a lot to talk about. But can't he wait for tomorrow? I grumbled inwardly.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I sat upright and hesitantly shifted closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against my skin. His presence was both comforting and unnerving, like standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if I would fall or find solid ground beneath me.With a trembling breath, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can't we talk tomorrow? I'm not feeling well and need to rest."He turned to face me, his expression unreadable in the dim light filtering through the curtains. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something I couldn't quite decipher. "I need to apologize," he began, his voice heavy with sincerity. "For everything that's happened between us, for the way I've treated you."I blinked i
RALPH As I sped down the road, the dense forest on either side blurred into a greenish-brown haze. My mind was already crowded with the thoughts of the tasks awaiting me at the Werewolf Council state, but my heart tugged me back to Keilah. Last night's conversation replayed in my mind, her soft voice, the way she looked at me with a mixture of scepticism and hope. Her vulnerability and her laughter had all left an indelible mark on me. I hope you meant every word you said to her. My wolf finally spoke up after ignoring me since yesterday. I thought you were dead. I teased. Not yet, but I will if you don't fulfil your promises. He said. Fur, did I look funny to you? I asked him. Before he could reply, I confirmed. I really meant every word and am so determined to make things right, to be the kind of mate she deserves. I said, but my Wolf didn't say anything else. Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw Zac's name flashing. For a moment, I considered ignor
RALPH Isabella’s brow furrowed in thought. “He might have reasons for keeping it secret. Perhaps he doesn’t want to alert the traitor before he can deal with them personally. Or maybe he’s trying to protect someone.”"It doesn't make any sense," I muttered, frustration evident in my tone as I exhaled heavily, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Whatever his reasons, I need to find out who it is. If they’re hiding within the pack, they’re a danger to all of us.”Isabella nodded. “Agreed. We’ll need to be vigilant and discreet. If Damien knows who it is, he might return, and next time, he might not be so easily repelled.”"You're correct," I acknowledged, scanning around. “But right now, you have to help me attend to the injured.”Isabella nodded before saying, “I’ll do just that.” With a nod of appreciation, I turned and headed inside and upstairs towards my room, my mind already shifting to thoughts of Keilah. I needed to see her to ensure she was safe. The pain on my side was sti
RALPHMy breath caught in my throat as the weight of Isabella's words hit me. Pregnant? The idea seemed both impossible and inevitable at the same time. Keilah and I had been together, but with everything happening, the possibility of her being pregnant hadn’t crossed my mind."Pregnant?" I repeated, my voice a whisper of disbelief. "But how... I mean, with everything going on, I didn’t even consider..."Isabella's eyes softened as she saw the shock on my face. "It makes sense now," she said gently. "The glow you saw, the fainting, the voice... it could all be connected to the pregnancy. Sometimes, Alpha baby pregnancies can trigger unexpected abilities or reactions, especially in the early stages."I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process the new information. "But why would a voice tell her to stop Damien? And why now?"Isabella sighed, her expression thoughtful. "That, I can’t explain yet. It could be a manifestation of her protective instincts, heightened by the pregnancy. O
BENITARage simmered beneath my skin as I left Ralph's office. The rejection stung more than I cared to admit, and jealousy clawed at my insides, making my wolf restless. Hearing him say he's let that worthless human into his heart only fueled my anger. How could he choose her over me? Why does he always do this to me? Why does he always have to hurt my feelings? From the beginning, he hated that human to the core. Now, what changed the beast in him? What? I shouted, anger getting the better of me as I pushed the flower pots lined on the wall side, sending them crashing to the ground. The sound of breaking pottery was oddly satisfying, but it did little to quench my fury.Without thinking, I found myself heading towards his room, where I knew she was resting. Each step was driven by a dark urge, an impulse to end the source of my pain. Her. She was the obstacle. She was the reason Ralph couldn't see me for who I truly was.My thoughts twisted with the possibility of what I might do
KEILAHMy head throbbed as I tried to shake off the lingering dizziness. The room spun, and a wave of nausea surged through me. Steadying myself against the bathroom sink after throwing up countless times, I took deep breaths to calm the turmoil in my stomach. What in the good Lord happened to me? Is this the aftermath of the crazy voice I heard? The Werewolf-vampire fight I saw? Or maybe it's because I jumped out of the car and didn't get proper treatment?A gentle knock on the door snapped me back to reality. "Keilah, can I come in?" It was the old woman. I hesitated but then nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yes, come in."The door opened, and her concerned face appeared. She hurried to my side, her eyes scanning me with worry. "How are you feeling, dear?""A bit better. Just... tired and nauseous."She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, guiding me gently but firmly away from the sink. "Come on, let's get you back to bed," she said softly.I nodded, leaning on her
KEILAH It was a stormy night. And my wedding night with the man I stole from my best friend. The rain poured heavily outside, yet amidst the downpour, I could still hear my friend's screams as she was being gang-raped. She called out my name, desperately seeking help, but I callously ignored her cries. I knew that I was the one behind this sinister plan against her. Satisfaction spread across my face as I realized she would forever be out of my way, allowing me to fully enjoy my marriage. I happily revelled in the night with the man who was once hers.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. Beside me, my best friend Cora lay snuggled up like a baby. Quietly, I slid out from under the covers and tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Switching on the cold water, I stepped beneath its icy stream. The chill of the water provided relief for my anxiety stemming from the dream I had just experienced.Once I cleaned up, I stepped out of the shower, feeling fresh and much better, and w
I stood frozen in surprise as the door slammed shut, leaving me standing outside the gate with loads of heavy grocery bags in my hands. Confusion washed over me as I tried to make sense of the situation unfolding before me. The worried voices of the women continued to echo through the gate, their urgency growing with each passing second. Curiosity and concern compelled me to knock on the door so that I could give a little explanation about the old woman's situation. A few moments of silence followed, and then the door creaked open, revealing a young, beautiful woman with a fear expression on her face. She glanced at me, her ombre eyes filled with apprehension."Who are you?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly."I'm…I'm the lady who brought your grandmother," I stammered.She hesitated for a moment and was about to hand her the bags, but suddenly, her eyes went wide before slamming the door shut again without a word. I blinked incessantly, wondering what was wrong with them. No