THE ALPHA’S RUNAWAY LOVER

Maisie“Look at the time you’re coming in!” my boss, Silver Cross, shouted at me so loudly that his spit landed on my face. The action irked me, but I had to remind myself that I was in the human world and this human was my boss. Even though I had enough strength as a werewolf to rip him to shreds, I exercised restraint. It was the only way I could survive in this world. Instead, I cleared my throat and apologised in a small voice, “I’m sorry, sir. My son was sick…” “Enough!” he screamed, “I am sick of your excuses. If you are late one more day, do not bother coming in at all.” I nodded pitifully, scurrying away to change into my work uniform to begin my day’s job. As I reached into my small locker in the broom closet, the tips of my fingers touched a smooth surface. I pulled it out and saw a picture of my son that I had framed a year ago. The picture brought a warm smile to my lips and made my heart sink at the same time. My son. He was the reason I was here. He was the reason

Maisie I threw my body in front of Lance as Beta Cassian’s sword bore down on him. The sword cut through my clothes and sliced the skin of my stomach. I winced in pain as I covered my son with my body, shielding him from Keith's terrifying gaze. “What?” Keith sneered, “You'll die protecting your son?” I could hear the mockery in his voice. It was evident that he did not care one bit about killing an innocent child if it was just to hurt me. “Please,” I begged, “the boy has done nothing.” “Take him away,” Keith roared at his Beta. I shook my head and held onto Lance desperately. “You'll have to kill me first,” I protested. Keith signalled to Cassian and he grabbed the boy forcefully from my arms. I tried to follow Cassian to fight for my son's return, but Keith blocked my path. He looked into my eyes, his gaze burning into mine. “You could not care less about leaving me all alone in that pack and yet you care about being separated from your son?” The tone of his voice was ful

Keith“I would like to see her,” Olga insisted, “I have been looking for a new slave myself to help with keeping up the spirits in my parties.” I maintained the smile on my face, trying not to upset her, “then we shall send a call for slaves in the pack,” I said easily, guiding my wife away from Maisie’s door, “someone fitting for my Luna.”Olga laughed. It was a soft delicate laugh. “You are very nice, Keith,” she spoke warmly, her voice so soft that one could mistake her for a saint. “I would do anything for you, dear,” I said, “you know that, right?” She stopped walking suddenly and spun to face me directly, “I’ve always wondered if you could ever get over your first love.” Her voice sounded so sad that someone could mistake her tone for pitiful. But I was not fooled. I knew more than anyone that Olga, while she carried herself with the grace of a Luna, did not in fact have much in the way of empathy. But it did not matter, our marriage was one done out of convenience and not

Keith“I need you to keep a close eye on Maisie,” I said as I entered my study. Cassian was already seated there, waiting patiently for me. “A close eye, how?” he asked me, his eyes alive with curiosity. I knew the million questions that swirled in his head, and I was ready and willing to answer none of them. “Olga appears convinced that I am hiding a mistress,” I said, “I do not want her to discover Maisie’s presence.” Cassian raised an eyebrow, giving me a look as though to say that I had lost my mind. “You intend to prevent both women from finding out about each other?” he asked. I did not miss his sarcastic tone. “If it can be helped.” Cassian shook his head at me, “What happened to ending Maisie’s life when you see her?”“I have decided that watching her wallow in misery is a more suitable punishment for her,” I said without hesitation. I had practiced in my head several times on our way back what excuse I would give for not killing Maisie. “You are the only one wallowing

KeithI looked at my image in the full-length mirror in front of me. I was clad in a black leather suit that added to my powerful aura. A huge gold ring bearing the insignia of the pack sat on my finger. I inhaled as I recalled Cassian’s conversation from the night before. I would have to caution Olga about the beheadings. She had ordered the deaths of two of her servants already. I did not wish for that to become a pattern under my reign. But first I would have to attend the council meeting this morning. The very thought of sitting through one gave me a headache. Still, I braced myself for what was to come. I left my room, walking through the expansive hallways with the strength of an Alpha. But I noticed something rather peculiar as I approached the councilroom. There were no servants or guards in sight. It was eerily quiet and that unsettled me. As an Alpha, that could signal a betrayal, an ambush, an imminent coup. I stopped walking and looked around me with narrowed eyes but