LOGINShe is nothing more than a weak, useless wolf—an outcast with no name, no past, and no place in the world. To the packs, she is nothing but prey. Mateless Alphas use her, discard her, and remind her with every cruel touch that she should never have been born. No one cares. No one loves her. She is different—too different—and no matter how far she runs, the wolves always find her, dragging her back into torment. Each day is a curse she cannot escape. So when Alpha Mace chooses her, she dares to hope. For the first time, she believes her suffering might end. That maybe, just maybe, she has finally been claimed by someone who will protect her. But she was wrong. Terribly wrong. Because being chosen by Alpha Mace isn’t the end of her misery. It’s only the beginning.
View MoreHis presence pressed against me before I even saw him — thick, heavy, suffocating. My heart thudded so hard it hurt.No light. No escape. Just his voice… and the sound of his slow, deliberate steps approaching.Every instinct screamed at me to run. But my feet wouldn’t move.“Answer me,” he said, a whisper that felt louder than a roar.I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.And then — his hand brushed against my throat. Not hard. Not gentle either. A reminder. A promise.“This,” he murmured, leaning close enough for his breath to touch my ear, “is the last time you get to walk through my door like someone who matters.”His fingers slid away, leaving goosebumps crawling across my skin.“Tomorrow,” he continued, stepping back into the dark, “you’ll learn what you are.”The door opened behind me on its own, the draft biting at my skin.“Run back to your room, Janayah,” Alpha Mace said, almost lazily. “And pray I wake up in a merciful mood.”The moment I stumbled out, the door slammed
The sound of laughter hit me before I even stepped into the dining room.I froze at the doorway, fingers curling against the wooden frame. The air inside was warm, carrying the scent of baked bread, honey, and something spicy I couldn’t name. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.Then, one by one, heads turned toward me.The room fell silent.My heart slammed in my chest. I could feel every heartbeat echo in my ears. The weight of their gazes — curious, assessing — pressed against me until I thought my knees might give out. I took a step back, breath catching.Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Maybe I was supposed to wait until they called me.I was already messing up.I turned slightly, ready to slip away —“Hey,” a voice called.I stopped.Then another voice, softer, followed, “You must be Janayah.”A few others murmured in agreement, their tones warmer than I expected. “Welcome to the pack.”For a moment, I didn’t know how to move. The word welcome hung in the air like something im
The drive stretched on in silence, the road twisting deeper into the woods. The trees grew taller, their branches curling overhead until the sky was little more than a gray ribbon above us.I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t dare.The older man in the passenger seat spoke once or twice to Alpha Mace in a low tone I couldn’t catch, and Alpha Mace would give a short nod, his eyes fixed on the road. The rest of the time, only the hum of the engine filled the space — steady, endless, heavy enough to drown my thoughts.After what felt like hours, the forest began to thin, and I caught a flicker of light through the trees. Then the car turned onto a long, winding path of stone, and there it was.A mansion — no, not just a mansion. It was something older, colder. Stone towers reached up against the gray sky, their tips fading into fog. The walls were draped with ivy, the windows glowing faintly gold in the gloom. A heavy gate stood open to let the car pass, and as we rolled through,
The command echoed in the air, low and final.“Call her out. Now. Shift.”My body locked, my heart hammering in my chest so hard I thought it would burst. My lips parted, but no sound came. The silence was broken only by the thunder in my blood.Then it began.The pain.It was sharp at first, like knives sliding under my skin, peeling me open from the inside out. My spine arched back violently, a scream tearing from my throat before I could stop it. The floor beneath my knees blurred as my palms clawed at the ground.Bones cracked. Snapped. Reformed. My fingers curled and split, reshaping into claws that scraped across the stone. My ribs caved inward then pushed out, my chest breaking and healing all at once.It was worse than anything I had ever endured — worse than the fists, the slaps, the punishments. Worse than nights of being used and discarded. Every scar carved into me, every moment of hate I had swallowed, every cruel word — it all burned through me now, igniting into fire.T
The sound came from deep inside me, low and wild, like an animal caged for too long.A growl.My growl.Heat surged under my skin, racing down my arms, curling my fingers into claws that weren’t there. My heart beat double-time, my breath came fast. The scents around me sharpened, the walls seemed to vibrate. What’s happening? Moon Goddess, what’s happening to me?Panic clawed at my throat. I tried to steady myself, but my knees buckled. Then the door behind me slammed open and a hard shove sent me flying.I stumbled into something solid, my palms slapping against a broad chest.My eyes shot up.Alpha.Cold, stormy eyes. Power rolling off him in waves. My chest tightened, and I dropped my gaze instantly, head bowing. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—”His hand clamped around my arm, so tight it felt like my bone might crack. He yanked me forward, dragging me down the corridor. My feet scrambled to keep up, tears already burning my eyes. Inside, my prayers began. Moon Goddess, help me. Please
The floorboards creak above me as the Alpha’s footsteps fade, leaving only silence in the room.My body doesn’t move. My face stays pressed against the desk, the wood cold beneath my skin. I can still smell him—his scent clings like smoke in my hair, in my lungs, in the cracks of my soul.I don’t cry. I learned long ago that tears only make it worse. But inside, I’m already breaking into pieces too small to ever gather back again.When I finally push myself up, my legs tremble so hard they can barely hold me. My hands shake as I pull my dress back down, fingers fumbling with fabric that feels like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.The door is still closed, but I know I’m free to leave. Free to go crawl back to the little corner that pretends to be mine. Free to wait until the Beta comes again.That’s what freedom means for me.I walk out into the hall, my steps slow, careful, like the air itself might collapse if I make a sound. The torches flicker along the stone walls, shadows stretc






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