LOGINOphelia was rejected and framed by her mate, Eric, after she had stood by him to fight his way up and secure his position. She however lost her power which made her useless to Alpha Eric , she was framed with treason and banished from the pack, she thought life was all over until she was gifted another power, one that awakened her and comes with great responsibility. With her newly found strength she vows to rewrite her story and clear her name alongside her second chance mate.However this power threatens to devour her as it is not to be used to seek revenge, threatened to be devoured by her anger will she be able to get the justice she deserves?
View MoreOphelia_I gasped for air, drawing in a ridiculously amount of oxygen into my lungs as my body throbbed with the desire to live.What? Why was I on the floor?I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead and pulled myself into a sitting position. Wait, was that a dream?No, that's…impossible. How long had I been sleeping?It felt real. He felt real.I didn't know if this—any of this—was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I was almost burned alive in my sleep….was that a warning or, a vision?But why was he in my dreams? Heck, was I having any of these dreams? It was the same voice from the forest…Ryker…Was this what Ryker meant when he said he'll protect me? Or has he…realized how I was just too much of a trouble not worth his time…?But that couldn't explain why I was seeing him in this nightmare, and what he meant by I wasn't safe.Acting on instinct, my hand immediately moved to the drenched sleeves covering my wrist and moved them to to reveal my mark, my fingertips brushing the fore
Ophelia_“Ophelia…”A soft feminine voice echoed around me, drawing my attention to the strange environment I suddenly found myself in, the sound of leaves and branches snapping under my feet quickly put me on alert and uneasiness as I glared back at the ominous darkness all around me.I was no longer in the pack house. No longer in the West Wing.I was now in a forest—the same forest I'd gotten Shadowmarked.“Who…who's there?” I asked, the sound of my voice echoing back at me, forcing me to dart my eyes around, hoping to meet the answers to my questions in person.But all I got was a whisper from the night breeze as the leaves underneath my feet swept around me in response, the strands of my loose hair caressing my skin, tugging me towards the same spot that'd gotten me here in the first place.The same path leading past the oak tree.“Who…who are you?” I asked again, pressing a palm to my chest when I didn't feel the presence of my wolf—only that of the mark swirling through my vein
Ophelia POV_Don't, Rosa. I told my wolf internally as I began to feel her shift and blocked her from reaching out to Ryker.I gasped for air, clawing at his wrist as my vision started to double, the pressure leaving me to kick and struggle in response.I could still feel Rosa growling with bitterness and rage, demanding to be released and attack back but the burning sensation of the Shadowmark pulsing in my chest warned me—if I shifted now, if I released it without control—someone would die.I could die.I watched as Eric's eyes glowed with that same madness I used to mistake for power a month back. That same glare that had me—the pack—shiver and submit under his will.But he seemed to have forgotten something.I was no longer a part of the pack. Neither his mate for him to bend under his will.“You still think you’re stronger than me?” he growled in a low and cold tone, his fangs laying dangerously close to my neck. The same vulnerable side that'd left me trembling for his lips mont
Ophelia’s POV As I approached the Moonlit Pack gates, my heart pounded louder than it should be and I clenched my fist by my sides. I walked alongside the warrior Eric had sent for me, their cold eyes on my every move. Every instinct screamed that I should run back to Ryker for help but I couldn't. Not when I was a danger to his camp. They opened the iron gate and I scanned the area. It hadn't changed a bit. And he was there, waiting by the courtyard. His blue eyes were shining in my direction. “Ophelia,” he drawled, his voice smooth and filled with mockery as he stepped forward. “You finally decided to stop running. I'd almost started to think you enjoyed living like a stray.” He said, making an innocent face like he didn't just itch out a word. I stopped a few meters from him, my jaw tightening. “I didn't come here to be mocked, Eric.” I warned and he curled up his lip to a smirk. That was one of the things that flustered my heart months and years back but now, i
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