“I, Magnus Aldridge, reject you Diana Castellanos as my mate. By my will and word, I sever the bond and fate that exists between us”. Diana has been living a wretched existence in the Zervos Pack since she was a child. Being treated as the lowliest of the low and an abomination, her pride and self-esteem are completely downtrodden- her sense of self worth stomped to dust. She endures it all, having no choice but to accept that that is her life. But it is the rejection from her mate, the one person she thought would accept her no matter what and love her as she is, that finally breaks her. Humiliated, abused and heart broken, she escapes from the pack, the only place she has ever known and plunges into the outside world. Surely, anywhere would be better than the pack that treats her like trash? But who knew that the Fates could be so cruel? The place she escapes to just so happens to be the deadliest in the world. The territory of the Feral Alpha… Would the hurting Diana face the same fate as those before her who were foolish enough to trespass onto his territory, or is there perhaps something special in store for her…
Lihat lebih banyakDiana
I rub the back of my neck as I drag my exhausted body out the kitchen. Every single joint in my body aches. I have been on my feet since morning but thankfully, I am done with my duties for the afternoon. I have a few more hours till I have to come back to make dinner so I should be able to squeeze in a nap in the meantime…
“Ahhh!”
I scream as pain explodes on my shin- a force making my body fly forward.
Next thing I know, I find myself sprawled face-first on the hard ground. The fall is a nasty one as sharp pain explodes in my nose. The attack had been so sudden that my flailing hands had done nothing to catch my fall. It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent.
With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of the faded beige-colored sweater a bright red.
In my mouth, I taste the metallic quality of my own blood and as I tentatively touch my nose, the resulting sharp pain actually brings tears to my eyes, making me once again release another pitiful whimper.
Someone had tripped me.
A snicker from above my head makes me look up.
“What kind of werewolf are you that something like that is enough to get you? Even an Omega could have dodged that”, a boy, around the age of twelve or thirteen, snorts before putting on a face of mock realization as though he had just remembered something, “Oh that’s right! You can’t even be considered a true werewolf, can you? You’re so weak!”, and he guffaws, finding himself funny.
My face pales at the jab. I take a painful shuddering breath through my mouth and drop my eyes to the floor- training my gaze on the spot of blood that has dripped onto the polished wooden floors.
Though shame fills me at my own weakness. there is also outrage stifling my throat. I bite down hard on my lip, distracting myself with the coppery taste of blood on my tongue and the zinging pain spreading over my face to stop myself from reacting. I also make sure to keep my face expressionless. I refuse to let him see that he has gotten to me.
I hear faint murmurs and look back up only to realize that the sitting room is actually full of pack members- each regarding me with varying looks of disgust, disdain and the occasional cool indifference.
My anger is instantly doused as the shame overshadows all other emotions. I feel like a spectacle in a zoo, placed on exhibition for the amusement of others- and even at that, not even an animal that is liked. Like the lowliest of the low…a disgusting worm…
This is the kind of pack the Zervos Pack is.
The hierarchy of werewolves goes Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Omega in order of strength. The stronger a wolf, the more he is perceived to be able to contribute to the pack, which in turn corresponds to his value in the pack. Naturally, stronger wolves are treated better and can practically do whatever they want.
The teenage boy is a Gamma wolf and as such, a member capable of bringing actual contributions to the pack.
After all these years, I am of course used to the unkind words and disregard of the pack. I’m not completely immune to them, but at least they no longer stab me as badly. Thus, in truth, it is not the boy’s words themselves that hurt right now. It is something else. Or rather, someone else.
I look up, my eyes making direct contact with that of a young man in the living room. He is sitting languidly on a two-seater sofa, his back resting against the cushions, his legs splayed open comfortably and his arm resting on the sofa arm- his posture one of complete relaxation and nonchalance.
I see nothing in his familiar dark brown eyes but complete indifference- his face stoic and without any emotions. Our eyes meet for only a second before he looks away.
My heart twinges painfully at his stark indifference to my plight and my lips tug up with a sardonic smile.
What did I expect? For him to stand up for me? To protect me? He hasn’t done that in a long time…I can’t say I’m surprised by his nonchalance. However, at the same time, I can’t stop myself from hoping he would do something. Anything. To show that he cares, That I matter to him…even a little bit. I look away from him as well,
A situation whereby anyone can bully me and get away with it is nothing new, but it still doesn’t stop me from feeling so small and insignificant.
The boy squints down at me, and for a split second I see him contemplating the idea of hurting me some more. I stiffen as I await the impending blow but then his eyes run over my face, taking in the damage and I visibly see him calm down.
“What a waste of space”, he sneers before jamming his hands into his pockets and sauntering away.
I am left there, kneeling pathetically on the ground. As I dazedly stare at my blood on the floor, my subconscious whispers maliciously“You know you’re still gonna have to clean that up don’t you?”
and I wince. It is the cruel truth.With a bloody hand braced on the floor, which just smears more of the viscous red liquid on the polished oak, I stagger to my feet and stagger back to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies. I then come back and clean up the blood on the floor; each of my movements made much harder by the excruciating pain in my nose, zinging through my face.
I blink back the tears, determined not to let them fall. I am aware that the only thing I would get is more snide remarks should I actually cry.
The entire time I do this, most of the pack members ignore me, chatting among themselves, and I find myself conflicted as to whether to be happy that they aren’t kicking me while I’m down or sad that my pain isn’t even worth their concern.
When the floor is clean, I take the cleaning supplies back into the kitchen, replace the paper towel on my nose feeling it quickly getting soggy with blood as well…
Taking in a deep breath through my mouth I train my eyes on the ground as I speed-walk out through the sitting room, down the hall, and out of the Pack House.
The moment I’m out, I sprint the rest of the way towards my little house at the far southern ends of the pack territory, my chest stifled, face hurting and eyes stinging with unshed tears.
DominicusThe wolves in the corridors continue to cower as I pass, pressing themselves against the walls. Their terror is almost amusing.I leave the Zervos pack behind, totally uncaring of the chaos I had just unleashed.Walking into the room, I find Brodik standing guard over a figure huddled on the floor. The moment I enter, the person's head snaps up, and I'm met with a face I recognize—though barely.Apollo scrambles toward me on his hands and knees, desperation written in every line of his body."Alpha Dominicus!" His voice cracks with emotion. "Please, I'm begging you—let me see her. Let me see Diana. I was wrong about everything. I'm so sorry, please—"Tears stream down his face as he reaches for my legs, but I step aside smoothly, avoiding his grasp.I raise an eyebrow at Brodik, who shakes his head grimly."Found him like this," Brodik explains. "His strength's been draining away steadily—dropped from Gamma to Delta, and now..." He gestures at the broken figure on the floor.
DominicusI walk through the halls of this once opulent house- but now obviously showing signs of recent destruction- unimpeded, my pace slow and predatory. I am an intruder here, yet I move as though I own every marble tile beneath my feet. The residents I encounter—pack wolves who should be defending their territory—simply back away in terror.Perhaps it's the expression on my face. Perhaps it's the Alpha aura I'm making no effort to suppress. Whatever it is, none of them dare speak a word of challenge. They just tremble and scramble out of my path like the cowards they are.I don't need directions. I just follow Magnus's scent through the corridors to where it is thickest.When I reach his office door, I don't bother to knock. I simply push it open and walk inside.He's sitting at his desk, hunched over paperwork, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't look up when I enter, just waves a dismissive hand in my direction."Are the reports finished? Just set them down and—" His
DianaThe flames burn for a full day and night, consuming every trace of the coven's evil. We stand and watch it all turn to ash.But even as the fire burns, our victory feels empty.Too much has been lost. Too much has been sacrificed.Natasha doesn't linger. Her impatience to return home radiates from every fiber of her being as she cradles her babies close to her chest. Within hours of the battle's end, she's already preparing for the journey back to the Silvanus pack."I need to get them home," she tells us, her voice thick with exhaustion and desperate longing. "I’ve informed my mate that they’re safe. He’s desperate to see them."---------------Back at the Amadeus pack, there are no victory parades, no celebratory feasts. There's nothing celebratory about war—only the heavy, somber atmosphere of mourning our dead.The pack cemetery stretches before us, ancient headstones marking generations of wolves who came before us. Today, we add more names to that sacred ground. Too many n
DianaThe clearing falls silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing. The oppressive presence is gone, sealed away once again.A relief so profound it nearly brings me to my knees washes over me. It's over. It's truly, finally over. I turn to look at Dom with a huge smile spreading across my face, ready to celebrate our impossible victory.But then I hear hastened footsteps and a voice shouting, “Emerald!” in a panic.I whip around to see Emerald collapsed on the ground, her eyes closed, her body limp. Billy rushes frantically toward her, and my heart plummets into my stomach as I race over to them.Billy cradles Emerald against his chest, gently but desperately trying to wake her. "Emerald, honey, wake up," he pleads, his drawl thick with fear as he pats her pale cheek. "Come on, darlin', open your eyes for me."But she doesn't respond.I crouch down beside them, my chest tight with worry. "Dad…what happened to her?"Billy can't speak, too distraught to form words as he rocks
DianaI feel it when my soul starts to disengage from my body, that strange sensation of floating, of becoming untethered from everything that made me solid and real.But then a shout reaches me—powerful, commanding."No! I refuse! Come back NOW!"And as though his voice has power over death itself, I feel a violent jerk in my soul, in our bond. Something pulls me back with such force that it's like being struck by lightning. I gasp, my eyes flying open as my soul slams back into my body.Immediately, I feel the change. My body begins to heal itself with supernatural speed, flesh knitting together, blood flowing again. Dom's hand moves behind me, grasping the handle of the blade and pulling it free in one swift motion. The wound closes the moment the silver leaves my body, even the torn muscle of my heart mending itself whole.My eyes meet his, and the relief in his gaze is so profound it takes my breath away."Dom," I whisper."I'm here," he says, his voice rough with emotion. His ey
DianaRowena straightens, more blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. She's pale as a corpse, but her eyes burn with madness and terrible excitement. She looks in a specific direction, and I follow her gaze instinctively.She's looking at Caedrim.It takes only a moment for me to notice that something has changed in his battle with Dom. His movements have become sluggish, defensive. Dom presses his advantage ruthlessly, but Caedrim barely seems to notice the attacks anymore.Rowena raises her hands, her voice filled with reverent ecstasy. "Your Eminence! I have waited and dreamed of this day for nearly three millennia!" She spreads her arms wide. "I welcome you!"Suddenly, all around us, the ten dark witches who had performed the unsealing ritual and for the fifteen minutes been locked in battle with the Amadeus warriors begin to collapse. They fall like cut strings, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening thuds. A few turn to stare at Rowena in shock and betrayal before t
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