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/-Ezra-/ Drama. That was one thing I tried to avoid. Yet, since the moment I set eyes on this human, it has been from one drama to the other. I took to teaching because it was the easiest way to come in contact with as many people as possible. A degree was easy for me to acquire. One threat and I got to borrow it for a month then move to the next university and find someone else to impersonate. I could feel her. I knew she was close. Somewhere in this city but her scent came only as a tease, giving me hope and vanishing at the next moment. With a dormant wolf, finding her was even harder. So here I was introducing my self to a bunch of rascals when I saw her. The funny blue-eyed girl. As expected, she was embarrassed and avoided me for the rest of the day. It was cute how she thought I didn't notice her but I didn't bother to prove her wrong. It was best we avoided each other. But just like the goddess placed her in the class I happened to be teaching, I happened to walk into some boy manhandling her. She looked so frightened and fragile. Like she would break if he put a little more effort. Seeing him lay his hands on her made my blood boil. She was already skinny as it was. Was he trying to crush her? He raised his hand to hit her and I knew I couldn't just watch any longer. “Touch her and that will be the last time to use those hands,” I said. It wasn't a threat. I didn't have time for threats. As I spoke I was already closing in on him, ready to crush those disgusting hands between my palms if he dared to even ask why. As I towered him, he cowered and let go of her hands. “You're here?” He blurted but I ignored him and faced her instead. Her face was ashen, like she'd seen a ghost. For some reason, she looked more frightened of me than she was of him. “Can you not be the damsel in distress every time we meet?” I asked her. There was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as she lokked everywhere but me. I glanced at the man beside me. Was he making her nervous? I frowned at him. “Get lost.” He scurried away without a word and I turned to her. She was fondling with her car keys. I took them from her and unlocked the door for her. “You should dump this. It is outdated,” I told her and her face went bright red. “You asshole! My mother had to save up to get me this!” She spat. I raised a brow. I didn't understand why she was upset. The car was like two or three generations ago, her mother could have done better. Humans were so unnecessarily complicated. “Thanks for nothing!” She got into the car and slammd shut the door. Thanks for nothing? I just saved her from severe damage once again. I sighed and walked over to my car. I hit the button nd the car unlocked. I dumped my laptop in the passengers seat and got in. Another fruitless day gone. At this point, I wasn't even sure of how much time I had left. I drove home and found my apartment open. My eyes darkened as I stepped in slowly. I sniffed the air and sure enough, if was a wolf scent. An oddly familiar scent, but my tired mind couldn't exactly place who it was. Then he popped out of nowhere. “Brother! It's good to see you home!” Taruis grinned and I immediately frowned. “I am not your brother,” I corrected stiffly. “Oh come on, it's been what… five years and you still treat me like an outsider,” he said walking to me with two glasses of wine. “I must confess, your wine collection is gold! Here.” I didn't take the glass from him. “How do you know where I live and how the hell did you break into my apartment?” “First off, I got promoted to the position of Beta…” “Congratulations,” I cut in. “Now get out.” “You don't have to be so cold and aloof all the time. We all know you're a big softie in there. You know, ever since you saved our pack from wolf hunters, our Alpha has always felt indebted to you. You should see him talking about you. That spark in is eyes…” “What is your point? I just got home from work and I am not in the best of moods right now,” I stated. “You work?” His chocolate orbs raked through me. “That is unheard of.” “Taruis, go straight to the point!” I was practically gritting now. One more chatted from him and I might just snap his next. He must have sensed it because he immediately went calm. “He is on his deathbed, Ezra and he has no successors. He wants you to take over the pack. You know, become Alpha,” he said with a flint of excitement in his voice. “What?”CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE JACQUELINE“…so your father isn’t around anymore?”The question came suddenly, breaking through the quiet rhythm of clinking forks and low conversation.I looked up from my plate, startled. Mark’s gaze was on me, calm but unrelenting.“No,” I said after a pause. “He left when I was younger.”Across the table, Clara’s hand hovered in midair. Adam looked tense, his fork motionless.Mark didn’t seem to notice. He leaned slightly forward, his voice steady. “Left? Why?”My chest tightened. “I don’t really know,” I said, hoping that would be enough.He studied me with the same expression people wear when they’re trying to figure out how a puzzle fits together. “You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?”I swallowed, forcing a faint smile. “I just mean, he stopped being part of things. Sometimes people do that.”Clara’s voice came in, small and polite. “Mark…”“It’s alright,” I cut in quickly, even though it wasn’t. My fingers itched to fold under the t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWOJACQUELINESteam curled from the pot as Clara stirred, the smell of garlic and simmering tomatoes filling the kitchen. I stood beside her, uncertain at first, watching her every movement, the measured rhythm of her stirring, the calm tilt of her head when she spoke. Everything about her seemed deliberate yet effortlessly warm, like someone used to making people feel at ease.“So, Jackie,” she began lightly, as if testing the sound of the name again. “Adam tells me you’re in school. What are you studying?”“Literature,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Mostly poetry. I guess I’ve always liked words more than anything else.”Her lips curved. “Poetry. That explains it.”“Explains what?”“The way you listen,” she said simply, still stirring. “You have that quietness about you, the kind people get when they spend too much time inside their own heads.”I gave a small laugh. “That sounds about right.”She smiled as if she understood somethi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONEJACQUELINEAdam's house looked ordinary enough, the kind that blended into quiet neighborhoods where nothing ever happened. He parked the car and turned to me. “We’re here.”I nodded, though my stomach felt twisted into a tight knot. It was the first time I had been to his house. I hadn’t even showered since leaving the hospital. My hair was a mess, my clothes were wrinkled, and there was a dull ache at the back of my throat that came from not having eaten properly in hours.“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked quietly. “I mean, showing up like this? I probably look like a zombie.”He smiled in that gentle, lopsided way of his. “You look fine. My parents will be happy to meet you.”That word, parents, made me straighten a little. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.He opened the door and motioned for me to go in first. The scent inside was warm, a mix of wood polish and something faintly floral. It made me feel a little odd about my own house with
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTYARAYASI knocked once and stepped into the dark hall. He hadn’t summoned me.The thought sent unease through me. Because the last time that I had come here without being summoned, he had warned me. But this time was different. This time, I had done something he would want to hear.When the light close to his throne flickered on, I fell to my knees without thinking.“My lord,” I whispered, looking down at the damp floor.The silence stretched, unbroken, and in that silence I could hear my pulse pounding. He was here. Watching. Waiting to see whether I would speak first again.I did. I had no choice.“My lord,” I said again, louder this time, my voice shaking but clear, “I bring news of the immortal alpha.”For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Then the deep voice came from the darkness beyond the throne. Smooth. Controlled. Venom threaded through velvet.“You were not called, Arayas.”The words hit like a whip. I bowed lower, the stones biting into my kn
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE EZRAHer insult stung, but I ignored it. “Who sent you?” I rasped.She regarded me without pity. “You’ll learn soon enough.”Anger coiled in my chest. I gripped the collar, trying to rip it apart. It held firm.Arayas moved closer, voice steady. “You won’t break it by force. Not here.”Before I could answer, she reached into her belt and pulled a thin coil of silvered cord. With a few quick, practiced motions, she looped it around my wrists, then around a jut of rock beside me. The bindings hissed where they met my skin, locking tight.It took seconds. When she stepped back, I could not move. The cords gleamed faintly in the cave’s light, and the iron collar pulsed cold against my throat.She stood over me, breathing lightly. “You’re not going anywhere, Alpha.”For a moment, I said nothing. The air between us thickened.“You’ve betrayed your pack,” I said, voice low. “You’ve chosen a treacherous path.”She didn’t flinch. “I chose what I must,” she s
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHTEZRAI swept out of the chamber in a fit of rage. How could I allow myself to suffer such deception?Tarius had come to me with empty promises and wicked deceit. Had I been so desperate to be reunited with Gyai that I hadn’t noticed the cracks in his lies?I needed answers, and Tarius was the only one I could trust to give them to me. He was usually at the courthouse. That was where I was headed.I walked down the winding path toward the open fields outside the palace, ignoring the warriors and guards clustered about.The scent of moss filled the air. A crow took off from a branch as I passed. I walked until I caught another scent, one I hadn’t expected.Arayas.I stopped. She was moving toward me, her hair tied in that usual tight ponytail, those golden yet watchful eyes already fixed on me.She was once again wearing leather shorts that barely covered her thighs, her long legs moving with that same measured precision. But they did not hold my inte







