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Chapter 8. You’ll Die Trying
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2025-09-02 19:12:27Bliss
The morning sunlight was sharp and cold when I woke, the room feeling too empty. The silence pressed in like it was waiting for me to break first.
I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and I noticed a folder sitting on my sleek glass desk by the window. My name was printed on the front in black letters— simple, no flourish, no warmth.
When did they put this here? I opened it.
Inside was a dossier — printed on heavy matte paper, with a thick cover embossed with the same silver wolf crest I’d seen on my robe.
Kareem pack overview
The first page hit me like a punch to the gut:
The Kareem pack is the oldest and most powerful
wolf clan in the region, known for ruthless
discipline and absolute loyalty to the Alpha; they
control vast territory, political influence, and wealth.
They are feared by rival packs and humans alike. Stories of their powers are whispered in the darkest corners— wolves who do not obey vanish without a trace, and the entire cities have fallen under their silent rule.
Alpha Kharo is a force of nature: uncompromising, cold and fiercely protective of the pack’s secrets.
Is all this necessary? Do they have to remind me about how brutal they are?
I swallowed hard. I knew the name from hushed warnings I’d heard growing up — the Kareem pack was the stuff of nightmares for anyone caught in their way.
But did they want to give me the update in my dream? They didn’t even allow me to wake up properly.
I flipped the next page.
There was more.
Bliss Phill — recent arrival, unknown origin.
The subject shows unknown resilience, possible latent power. Mate bond detected with Alpha Kharo.
Subject to being monitored, trained and evaluated for loyalty.
My heart thundered, mate bond. With Alpha Kharo. The cold, distant alpha I’d just met.
I traced my fingers over the word. evaluated for loyalty. That felt more like a threat.
I folded the folder shut and sat back, eyes drifting to the window. Below, I could see the manicured grounds, the wolves moving with precision and purpose— no careless mistakes allowed here.
I remembered Elara’s words from last night: “He’s watching.” It wasn’t just a line or a rule.
This wasn’t just a pack; it was an empire.
And I look more like a pawn now.
The door clicked open, and Sally stepped inside, sharp and focused.
“ You read it." She said flatly, not waiting for me to answer.
“ Good morning”, I greeted.
And she just looked at me.
I nodded slowly. “They’re… terrifying.”
She shrugged like it was obvious.
“You don’t survive by being soft.”
“ Why me?” I asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
Sally’s eyes flickered. “ Because the alpha sees something in you. Something dangerous.”
Dangerous wasn’t exactly comforting.
“ Why not kill me like Liam planned?”
“Did you say Liam? Do you know Liam?” She asked with desperation.
“No”, of course I would say no. I don’t want to talk about anything, Liam. And by the way, how did she know Liam?"
“You’ll be trained to control it, or you’ll die trying.”
I looked out the window; the Kareem pack was a fortress, and I was trapped inside.
But maybe— just maybe— I could learn how to use their powers.
I sat on the edge of the bed , fingers tracing the invisible edges of memory that haunted me—the shock, the pain, the cold embrace of the river that should have claimed me, the scar where Lame had shoved me, where my head hit the unforgiving floor— all of it swirled relentlessly, a dark tide I couldn’t escape.
The memory of that moment was sharp, cold, brutal, and so surreal it still doesn’t feel real.
I thought I was dying.
It happened so fast.
One moment I was standing, arguing, trying to understand why Lame and Liam were working together like some twisted team against me, and the next, I was slammed against the floor, my head cracking hard against the tile. Pain exploded through me, sharp and unforgiving.
I remembered tasting blood—coppery and bitter— as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
When I woke up, I was underwater.
But I didn’t die.
Somehow I didn’t.
That alone was enough to terrify me.
Because if I could survive the river, what else was I capable of?
The betrayal— that was the hardest thing to swallow.
Ria. My own cousin.
She had been my closest family for as long as I could remember. Or so I thought.
When I looked at her now, I saw a stranger— someone ready to toss me out like garbage to get what she wanted.
And Liam, the man I was supposed to marry, wasn't just a liar or cheat.
He was a murderer.
He killed George in cold blood. Or should I say they. He might as well have tried to cover up for Ria.
And he tried to kill me.
And all the while, he smiled that fake smile and whispered sweet lies.
I had given him my trust after a few months.
I let him inside my heart.
I let him inside me, I let him f**ck the hell out of me.
Enjoyed the kisses we shared.
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