Alesha Stokes— No way out?My chest tightened. If this was what I thought it was, someone was trying to kill the Supreme Alpha. A rush of adrenaline shot through my body, tingling beneath my skin. I bolted toward the kitchen door and spotted the servants crossing the hall, balancing trays with impeccable posture. Among them, the girl carrying the Supreme Alpha’s tray. My fingers clenched around the wooden doorframe. My heart pounded. I need to do something. Immediately. I turned desperately, searching for the guard, but he wasn’t there. The housekeeper was gone too. Alone. I was completely alone. Damn!Could it have been on purpose? Could they have planned to do this when there was no superior here to notice?If I didn’t act that very second… the Supreme Alpha would be dead. I could be wrong. Maybe it was just a strong spice, an ingredient I didn’t recognize. But… what if it wasn’t? What if I did nothing and he died? If he died, my chance at freedom would d
Alesha Stokes — Cornered.The sound of the party reached me, muffled. Laughter. Conversations. Music. But I was here, alone, curled up in the corner of that cramped little room. The scent of soap and damp wood lingered in the air, contrasting with the refined, sophisticated aromas that probably filled the grand hall. That world wasn’t meant for me. I never belonged here. I closed my eyes and, for a brief moment—taking in the only bit of "peace" I’d had since arriving at the palace—I thought of the forest. The cold wind brushing against my skin… The dry leaves rustling beneath my paws… The scent of damp earth after the snow melted away. There, I was free. Free to run without worry. Free to hunt, to howl at the moon without fear. I remembered the first time I caught a bird. The nights I curled up in the dry grass to sleep. The way the stream water trickled over my snout—crisp, pure, refreshing. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I was born for this
Alesha Stokes — Opportunity or Trap? Right in this humiliating situation. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I needed to do the right thing—at least this time. I tried to stand up quickly, but I was so clumsy that I nearly slipped. My legs were still numb, and the soaked dress clung to my skin, making it even harder to move. I lowered my head in a rush, bowing to him, my hair falling around my face, partially blocking my vision. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. Then, I heard his footsteps echoing through the kitchen until they stopped right in front of me. I couldn’t look at him—not after all the embarrassment I’d just been through, not while I was practically naked. What does he want? Did he come to punish me personally? I had no idea what to think until I heard his voice—so close, so deep, it made me shiver. "How clumsy."His voice was a murmur as he leaned toward me. I instinctively shrank back, afraid of what would happen next
Matthew DawolfSomething was wrong with me.Very wrong.My eyes were still on her. And even when I tried to look away, my entire body refused to obey. I was fighting—against myself, against my wolf.That thing... that presence inside me that had always been under my control, chained and obedient, was now growling beneath my skin like a starving beast. Ready to break free. Ready to devour.Never... never had this happened before.Other women had tried to seduce me before.. I had felt desire. But this? This was far from anything normal.It felt like a heat cycle—but worse. More intense.The first time I saw Alesha… scared and embarrassed in my bathroom… I knew something was different. Something pulsed inside me, shifted. But I ignored it. I thought it was just the fire of my age, the peak of my instincts, just my body telling me it was time to mate.Nothing more.But then came the ball. That disgusting old man talking to her like she was a commodity. The mere thought of someone touching
Alesha Stokes — First Attempt… Failing Miserably! I was in shock… frozen on the floor like I had just woken up from a nightmare—or better yet, a dream. Just a second ago, he was on top of me, touching me, tasting me, like he was the only man in the world who could consume me that way. And the next second… he was gone, like I had burned him. Like he was… angry. Still breathless, I tried to steady my breathing. I was there, alone, on the kitchen floor. The candles flickered around me, the distant sounds of the forest and the owls muffled by the walls. Everything inside me was silent—except for my heart. It pounded too hard. I felt like I had run for miles. Like I had walked through a terrible storm. My body was still burning. His saliva was still between my legs. And I could feel… everything. My breasts were sensitive, my skin tingling, my pussy throbbing, and my face—my face was flushed entirely, like I had fallen straight into a pile of embers. I gasped, lowering
Alesha Stokes — Step 3, Last Chance to Stay in the PalaceI spent almost the entire night scrubbing that damned floor.With every drop of wine I wiped away, it felt like a piece of last night faded with it. But that wasn't enough.There wasn’t a mop in this world that could erase the feel of his touch from my skin. No amount of water in that kitchen could wash away the memory of his mouth trailing down my thighs.Those memories were etched beyond my body, they were embedded in my soul.By the time only a few hours remained before sunrise, I dragged myself back to my room.Every step hurt.My body was exhausted, the scent of soap still clinging to my hands, my eyes burning from a night without sleep. I collapsed onto the small mattress, pulling the thin blanket over my body.I shut my eyes. But my mind refused to turn off.The images came in flashes—his red eyes, his rough voice, the heat of his touch, my ragged breathing... and then... his escape.Was it real?Or had my mind played o
Matthew Dawolf – Losing Control?I couldn't tell how many times I'd jerked off that damned night.Ten? Twenty? I lost count.I ended up sprawled on the royal suite’s couch, naked, my body still burning and my soul in shambles.It was depressing. Pathetic.My insides were trembling. And worst of all… my cock was still hard.Throbbing—like just thinking about her was enough to keep me on fire.I closed my eyes for a second, and all I saw was her.Alesha. The servant who somehow made me lose my mind.Her face. Her mouth. Those piercing eyes. The way she whispered my name.It was the first time a servant ever dared to do that.But for some reason, I liked it… and I wanted to hear more. I wanted to flip her right there, on the kitchen floor, make her get on all fours… God, I wanted to hear her moan my name in every tone possible.I let out a frustrated growl, slamming my fist into the back of the couch.I was close to losing control again, my cock pulsing just from remembering the details.
Alesha Stokes — More Trouble? I tried to stay focused. Even with my body exhausted, my mind clouded, and the remnants of last night still burning inside me... I did my best. Every step, every breath, every movement I made in that kitchen was meant to prove that I deserved to stay. If Madalena needed something, I was already there. When one of the servants fumbled, I rushed to help. I folded cloths, wiped counters, organized shelves… I did the work of three people alone and still found time to smile and hold my head high. Fatigue didn’t matter. Fear didn’t matter. I needed to stay. That’s how it went until early afternoon when they started preparing the grand hall for lunch. A few nobles were still staying at the castle, recovering from the previous night's festivities, and everything had to be perfect. While the servants cleaned the corridors and pushed silver carts around, Madalena appeared at the end of the hallway, walking with long strides, her expression firm. Alway
Anabelle Mixon — A Knife in the Back.It was like seeing a vision of hell. My hell.My love...the reason I had agreed to do all that, was...dying.The sheets beneath him were stained with dark blood, and sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to his feverish forehead. My knees almost gave out. "No…" I whispered. "No… this can’t be happening…" I rushed to his side, nearly stumbling over the rug. One of the healers tried to stop me, but I slapped his hand away. "I’m the daughter of the Prime Minister! I have every right to be here!" I knelt beside the bed and reached for him. My hand trembled as it touched his. It was hot. Far too hot. "Keep going. Do whaever it takes," I demanded, getting to my feet. "Bring him back. Make him live."I was in shock, the whole thing. All that confusion, it wasn't supposed to happen.Why the hell was everything going wrong?That bitch Alesha turned out to be someone else. My Matthew, who was supposed to easily resist the poison, is succumbing.
Anabelle Mixon — Victory or...?Finally. After so many setbacks, after so much pretending, the world was finally falling back into place. The little bitch was locked up. And me? In control. Sure… some things had gone off the rails — I never imagined that filthy omega would have a wolf of *that* caliber inside her. It gave me chills. For a few minutes, I’ll admit… I actually doubted myself. Questioned whether I was doing the right thing. But then I remembered everything she had done to me. The humiliation. The way she looked at Matthew. The way *he* looked back at her. No. That bitch had to fall. I walked through the cold prison halls, the sound of my heels echoing like bells of judgment. The guards stepped aside as I passed, lowering their heads, making way without even daring to meet my eyes. As it should be. And there she was. In the deepest cell. Curled up, dried blood streaking her legs, white hair a tangled mess — like something torn from an ancient tale of
Roland J. Hall — My Alesha... is innocent.The sound of clashing swords echoed behind me, mingling with growls and screams. But I didn’t look back. My mission was clear: get reinforcements. The Supreme Alpha had been ambushed, and as much as I wanted to stay and fight to my last drop of blood, I knew it would be useless.I ran harder than I ever had before.The cold wind sliced my skin, snowflakes stung my eyes, but I didn’t stop. The horse was nearly collapsing beneath me, but I didn’t slow down. When I finally saw the outline of the tents at camp, I shouted with everything I had:“THE SUPREME ALPHA! HE’S BEEN AMBUSHED!”The camp erupted into motion. Guards jumped to their feet, weapons were grabbed, and mounts readied within seconds. And then, before I could even catch my breath, the first ones to ride out were the Zamoras — father and son. August led the charge, his horse seemingly gliding above the ground.It made me frown.They looked like they knew exactly where to go. No questi
Edward Wood — The Truth Behind the RotI could feel the snow slicing against my face as I rode hard back toward the palace. I hadn’t slept properly in days—not since I followed an old instinct, the same one that had saved me countless times during the war. The same instinct that now screamed something was deeply wrong. Matthew needed to hear the truth, and there was no time for letters or messengers. This was too big.After confronting Alex Madson, I knew I couldn’t stop there. That slippery worm had pretended not to care, but the documents I got out of him—thanks to a little pressure and the edge of my sword—told a different story. Among the papers, one thing stood out immediately: there was absolutely no record of Alesha Stokes. None.No proof she’d ever lived in the village of Amari’s Wood. No birth record. Nothing. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air. And if that wasn’t enough, the files showed Alex was still in contact with other long-forgotten villages in the kingdom—p
Alesha Stokes — The Price of My Choice.My heart nearly stopped when I saw Matthew fall from his horse.Time seemed to slow down—every second, every breath, every beat of my heart echoed in slow motion in my ears.The arrow stuck in his chest.The blood staining the pure snow.I pulled on the reins, trying to stop the horse, trying to get back to him.But I couldn't.The horse, frightened, bolted even faster.The only choice I had was to jump.And that's what I did.I fell into the cold snow, my knees scraping against the hard ice, but I didn't feel the pain.All I could see was him.Lying there, motionless, breathing weakly.The wolves began to surround him slowly, sensing his imminent death.I jumped up, fear throbbing in my veins.Then the cruel reality hit me:I had nothing.No weapon.No strength compared to those creatures.And worse...If I showed them who I was now, everything would be lost.My true essence.My secret.My revenge, everything I had fought for. Justice for my fa
Matthew Dawolf — Man or beast.The cold seemed worse than I had ever known.The heavy snow made it difficult to even breathe.And the dam effect of the herbs... it corroded my body like slow rust.I was exhausted.And not lacking endurance.No.I was the Supreme Alpha.I was forged in wars, shaped by pain.But this time… it was different.The emptiness inside me was unbearable.My wolf... wasn't there.I rode on, each step heavy and drawn out.My eyes scanned the forest.Looking for any sign of prey, any trail, any damn movement in the snow.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.The forest was dead.And inside me, all that remained was the echo of a trapped roar.I kept going because stopping was not an option.Time passed.Hours.I knew that a wolf's body could withstand much more than that.But without my beast, I was just... a man.A stubborn man is trying not to fall off his saddle.When the pain began to spread through my joints, I stopped the horse, pretending that I just needed to take
Alesha Stokes — Where's the prey?The instructions had been given.Now, everyone began to disperse, getting ready for the hunt to begin.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness growing in my chest.But then...I felt it.A chill ran down my spine.My instincts alerted me even before my eyes found the source.When I turned discreetly to look for where that feeling was coming from, I saw it.Anabelle.Standing below the platform, a few meters away, impeccably dressed, with that damn arrogant smile plastered on her painted lips.But it wasn't just her.Two men were with her.Tall. Strong.With military posture and cold, icy stares.They stared at me as if I were a piece of meat thrown in front of hungry wolves.I felt my whole body freeze.I didn't know who they were; I didn't know the coats of arms and flags of all the families yet, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that they were powerful.My body reacted, processing the danger.I looked away, lowered my head,
Anabelle Mixon — The beginning of the game.I finished adjusting my leather gloves, high riding boots, and thick cloak that covered my shoulders.I hated all that mud.That dirty snow, sticking to my boots and the hem of my dress.But I would make the sacrifice.For him.For Matthew.He was still my goal.My destiny.My damn mission.I had kept my distance over the last few days, watching all the commotion and all the changes from afar.Some might have thought I had given up.That I had surrendered.Idiots.I was working.Working on my real plan.I saw how Matthew started acting after he came back from the temple... how he got close to that bitch, Alesha. He started showing up everywhere she was, and it was burning me up inside, like the gates of hell had opened inside me.If he didn't see me the way he used to...Then I would make sure he had no choice.My blood pulsed with anticipation as I listened to the knocking at the door.“Come in,” I called, lifting my chin.The maid appeared
Alesha Stokes — Where is my wolf?The cold morning wind blew through the tent as soon as I opened my eyes.But this time, I didn't care.My heart was beating fast, excited.Today was the big day.The hunt — and I would be right there with him.I got dressed, got up quickly, and washed my face in the small basin of cold water until my cheeks were rosy.I wanted to look presentable. I wanted him to see me... and notice me.I was still fixing my hair when a movement outside caught my attention.The canvas of my tent suddenly opened, revealing Madalena.Just like at the winter ball, she appeared with a dress in her hands—a servant's outfit, but much more refined than what I normally wore. It was made of heavy, dark blue fabric with discreet embroidery on the hem and sleeves. A dress made to be seen... even if discreetly.Madalena entered without ceremony, her eyes serious and worried.And that only proved even more that something had happened, something they wanted to hide from everyone.