Soon they are parked at the front of the legendary pack house. Mr. Robinson in the traditional dinner party black tux, white sleeves and a bowtie, Mrs. Robinson on a black R&M Richards Women’s Beaded Dress with a jacket to complement her husband. Selena and Demika stepping out of the car from the back seat in elegance, especially for teenagers. This party is way beyond their cadre, but they just have to fit in, since they’ve been invited by the host… the almighty Alpha Wilson Smith.
On entering the hall, she realizes everyone - including Gabrielle - is dressed to the ninth cloud. She expects nothing less after all, Gabrielle is dating Wilson’s beta.
The atmosphere is very heavy and she knew she’s in for some trouble tonight… she feels are doom approaching, but she cannot turn back now. She is already here so she just needs to manage herself until the night is over.
“I just hope there are other hot human guys like Alpha Wilson here… don’t wanna be the only single one here at the end of this party,” Demika opines almost in a whispery tone, covering her mouth with one hand so no one but Selena could hear what she says.
Selena has already started feeling funny. She knows something is wrong but she can’t seem to place her mind around it… she feels and tastes trouble within her.
And then, Kaboom! Alpha Wilson shows up. She is struck by the Haze immediately she sees him.
She is definitely not the best-looking, there are other ladies there about same age range as Alpha Wilson who troop out just to meet with him. He just greets them subtly and is headed her direction.
With every step he takes towards her, the Haze strikes harder. She starts to dialogue with her body not to react, and her body tells her fuck you right back.
One thing that stands her out of every wolfy female present is the fact that she is the only she-wolf with a different eye colour.
Whereas others have golden eyes, she boasts of light blue eyes like the rare occurrence of a millennium moon.
Also, what she lacks in sophistication in comparison to the other ladies present, she is able to make up for looks. Her mouth-watering curvaceousness is eye-popping for just an eighteen-year-old she-wolf. Her black curly long hair fell wildly across her back to complement her gown.
And unlike Gabrielle, she has pale skin which almost speaks of an alienation from her family.
She literally looks different in every way from the other Robinsons, but she doesn’t feel like an outsider with her family members, even with the obvious difference in looks and character. She just felt like she’s a Robinson deviant.
“Hello again… my special guests.” Alpha Wilson welcomes the Robinsons - with the absence of Gabrielle and the presence of Demika - with a warm smile and ushers them to sit at his table. It is quite an honour for Mr. and Mrs. Robinson considering the fact that they’ve never had direct dealings with the Alpha before.
Demika is just in cloud nine admiring the luxurious party that she never thinks she will attend in her lifetime… she is counting her lucky stars for being invited to this august occasion.
While they are all in a self-controlled frenzy, Selena is battling with the uninvited Haze that plans to be the doom of her very existence.
She could hear side comments from other female admirers of how she’s not even worthy of Alpha Wilson’s time.
Wilson knows what Selena is going through. Somehow he can feel it, even though he can’t tell how.
It has become unbearable, she has to excuse herself to go to the ladies. She needs to help herself out.
She gets to the bathroom, locks the door behind her. She needs to cool down the Haze, else she will explode in sexual craze, and may not be able to control it when it’s out of hand.
While at it, one of the guards takes a whiff of her sexual scent and opens the bathroom door… it is Haze season after all and she may not have been able to resist his advances.
However, she is only barely able to resist him until Wilson arrives, grabs the guard and throws him flying through the ladies’ bathroom door… told the others to constrain him.
Now he’s left with her in the toilet stall, her panties still dragging down her knees. She feels helpless because Wilson is truly the man of his dreams.
He moves closer to her and whispers in her ear, “D’you need help?”
She stays still, waiting for his next course of action.
He throws caution to the wind - forgets his the Alpha of Alphas, going all 25 shades of wolfiness on the little 18-year-old Selena.
He kisses her neck softly, her left cheek, her forehead, her nose… and finally, a perk on her lips. He withdraws to exchange gazes with her. They both stare at each other for a few seconds, which seem like almost a lifetime. Rush each other’s lips and seal in a hot passionate kiss. Then, both their eyes turn blue under the darkside of the millennial moon.
They are both in the heavens of sugar candy mountain, enjoying every moment of their little sexcapade.
There, he confirms she is his mate for life, even though he has sensed it for a while now.
She also felt the unexplainable metaphysical connectedness between them. She's not fully aware yet what mating is, but she is sure something has changed in her and she will do anything to keep him.
And soon, it was full moon. She howls so loudly as the bond becomes stronger and her desires more intense under the full moon; her eyes sparkling blue.
She rips her dress, shifts, breaks through the bathroom window and dashes into the wild.
The battlefield is alive with pandemonium—a riot of sound and fury that consumes the empyrean red day. Blood scents the air like a profane incense, mingling with the acrid tang of adrenaline and the metallic resonance of clashing steel. Above it all, the cloud-quilted sun hangs like a sinister overseer, its effulgent glow casting distorted shadows across the combatants as though mocking their mortal toil.Wilson is a maelstrom, his pugnacious spirit personified in every fluid motion of claw and fang. "This is it!" he shouts over the cacophony, his urban bravado slicing through the chaos. "You came looking for a fight, and old man, did you find one!"The wolves of Clovis surge forward, their snarls harmonizing into a primal symphony of aggression. Among them, Jason cuts through the ranks like a living weapon, his combative ferocity unmatched as he tears into William’s vampyric vanguard. "Keep it tight, people!" Jason bellows, his tone laced with urgency and grit. "We don’t let these le
The execution arena lies shrouded beneath an oppressive, tenebrous sky, the air thick with an empyrean cacophony of impending doom. The battleground, once a verdant expanse, now reeks of bloodlust and imminent death.Torrents of malevolent energy seem to converge here, twisting the atmosphere into a grotesque theater for the clash of titanic wills.Selena stands among her comrades, her hybrid senses hyper-aware of the electrifying tension seeping into the marrow of her bones. The sheer gravity of this confrontation sets her heart pounding, a tempestuous drumbeat in her chest.She scans the opposition, her eidetic memory recalling every cursed detail from Demika's prophetic vision. Yet, seeing the Dark King himself—William the Conqueror—in the flesh is something else entirely.He stands at the forefront of his legion, an effulgent figure of eldritch horror. His ornate armor glints in the dim light, etched with runes of ancient malice. Around him, his progeny—a sybaritic collection of p
Wilson moves with a quiet purpose, pouring them each a drink. The amber liquid swirls in the glasses, catching the soft light and reflecting the warmth that now lingers between them.He sets the glasses on the table before settling into the chair across from her, his gaze steady but softened. Selena, her towel wrapped tightly around her as if it could shield her from the weight of what comes next, takes her seat opposite him.The desk between them feels symbolic, a battlefield turned meeting ground. It had borne witness to the fiery collision of their desires, and now it would serve as the platform for the conversation they could no longer avoid. Wilson's eyes meet hers, the intensity of his gaze a reminder of the bond they have forged.Selena takes a slow sip of her drink, the liquid burning a trail down her throat, grounding her in the moment. She sets the glass down, her fingers tracing its rim as she gathers her thoughts.For weeks, she had run from this confrontation, her heart h
The tension in the air is almost suffocating, like the weight of storm clouds about to burst, as Selena approaches the towering gates of the Redbone Pack House. The building looms in the golden twilight, a monument of authority and history.Her steps falter for a moment, her hybrid instincts warring between flight and the undeniable pull of her bond with Alpha Wilson. She tightens her resolve. Two weeks of hiding had led to this moment, and there was no turning back.Inside, Wilson buries himself in a mountain of documents sprawled across his oak desk, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his broad shoulders. His mind, however, is far from the affairs of the pack… a picture of barely restrained chaos. Piles of documents litter his desk—each one a distraction he has tried to sink himself in to help manage his emotional turmoil.His thoughts circle back to Selena with frustrating regularity, the woman who had invaded every fiber of his being, only to vanish without explanation.
The soft knock at the cottage door rouses Demika from the depths of her trance, her heart racing as she emerges from the haze of memories—memories not her own, yet as vivid and haunting as any she has ever known.Morning light seeps in, streaking the dim room with harsh lines that cut through the shadows, marking the end of her night of revelation. She blinks at the sunlight with a slight start, realizing, only now, that she has been suspended in the remnants of the past for hours. Selena’s voice reaches her ears, carrying both worry and curiosity."Demi… Demika," Selena says, pushing the door open and stepping inside. She stops, eyes widening as she takes in her friend, studying her with a blend of disbelief and awe. “You look... different.”A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Demika’s lips. “I am different,” she says quietly, her voice carrying an edge of something ancient, something foreign. “You have no idea.”Selena glances over her shoulder as Chloe enters, her expression one of
The witching hour wraps Clovis City in a cloak of shadows, its darkness laced with whispers of secrets and spells unspoken. Within the flickering light of her grandmother’s old cottage, Demika sits, her eyes gleaming with the fervor of a newfound obsession. Power—a current now thrumming through her veins like molten metal—spills over her senses, intoxicating, consuming. She yearns to explore its limits, to delve deeper into the legacy left in her blood, one that has made her the most formidable in her lineage. Tonight, her thirst for mastery borders on ravenous; no knowledge, no spell, no secret can escape her.But first, she indulges in a bit of mischief. Her curiosity drifts to Chloe, her love interest, and she murmurs an incantation under her breath, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. She plunges herself into the past, her spirit slicing through the veil of time, her consciousness landing centuries ago.She arrives to find a silver-haired, pint-sized vampire toddling unstea