"Jennifer? Help?" I said weakly. My whole body was shaking, despite being practically drained of life.
Jennifer stood in the doorway, a figure of beauty in her white gown, but unmoved. I wondered if I looked like that, but then I knew I didn't. I knew I should look like her, but six years of my tortuous existence had robbed me of having smooth, soft skin, and lustrous long hair. Her expression was as if she had seen me do something disgusting instead of finding a long-lost sister about to die.
"Don't be fooled. I'm not Jennifer." Jennifer said. "You are. I'm Alissa Clark."
"What? No." I said. The beat of my heart was throbbing in my ears, pumping the blood that was so valuable, the reason I'd been locked away. Slowly, it dawned on me.
"You did this?" I cried out, my voice sounded high and piercing. My heart was breaking.
"Did what, take what was mine?" Jennifer said.
"I'm Alissa. It's my blood." I turned desperately towards the guards that would not meet my eyes. "She's lying! She's not Alissa. It's me. Why else would you take my blood?" I yelled at them, using my last energy. I struggled against the restraints before going limp.
Jennifer said, "Don't listen to her. You know who the Luna is. You saw the games. Everyone did." Her voice was so smooth and calm. It sounded like my voice if I had not spent so many years crying and screaming.
The doctor was leaning over my wounds. He poured warm liquid over them that stung, and I cried again. He wrapped my leg more gently. I hated them all. How could they believe her?
"Was it you?" I cried. "Please, Jennif…"
"Alissa," Jennifer interrupted. "I won't respond to your name, you crazy girl. See, it's good I've kept her down here. Ungrateful, untrustworthy traitor to our Alpha. She should be happy to serve our pack." She spoke to the guards and doctor even though her purple eyes were locked on me.
"Please, Jennifer. Please, we're sisters. We love each other. How could you?" Never in my wildest nightmares would this happen.
She tensed for a moment and laughed. "Yes, we are sisters." She addressed the guards and doctor, "Leave us. I want to speak to this traitor alone."
The guards nodded and left. One looked at me for one second before he cast his eyes down. They clearly worked for her; I'd wasted too many pleas to them over these years.
My whole body shook harder, my shock giving way to the small amount of anger I could muster in my weakened state. She was the traitor that betrayed the Alpha. She'd betrayed her own sister to take my place. She wore my dress.
I thought back to our childhood and how she always wanted the best of everything, and she would take it. No matter if it was my turn. She was always so angry and jealous of new toys or our parents' affection; I had let her win too often because I didn't want to fight with her all the time.
I thought of her jealousy the day I won the games. She'd disappeared. It occurred to me that she must have ventured here to meet the Alpha in my place, and I had gone home to wait for him to come to me.
"Do you know what day it is?" Jennifer said. She stepped further into the room, coming to the bed where they had strapped me down.
"No," I said. "I haven't known what day it is for six years."
"It's our eighteenth birthday today."
Tears clouded my eyes and fell down my face. They stung when they hit PIG burned onto my cheeks.
I thought of my dreams to become Jacob's chosen mate on my eighteenth birthday. I was supposed to be the Luna. The Alpha would pronounce his blood provider, his mate to the whole pack. I'd won the games; it should be me.
My blood was the best he'd ever tasted. I remembered him looking me in the face and telling me that. I could hardly handle all the anger, all the shock, and hurt. How could she do this to me? How could anyone be so jealous to become this evil?
"Isn't this a beautiful dress?" She taunted, the white lace and satin was covered with little shards of crystal that shimmered even in the dim light of the basement. "Jacob gifted it to me."
It was hopeless. She would never let me go. At this point, after so much, I could never expect her to reveal six years of lies to Jacob. "Please, I will provide all my blood, you can keep your lie. Please. Just let me go free..."
I froze suddenly. The sweetest smell hit me. It smelt like vanilla and pine trees. My mate was near. My fated mate. The one blessed by the moon goddess.
Who was he? My sad body melted from the smell. Could he save me from this hell?
Jennifer touched my face, laughing sarcastically,
"Ohh. Poor sister. Guess you just found out your fated mate was in the same building. You know who he is?"
She paused and seemed to enjoy my shocking expression. "It's Alpha Jacob. Your fated mate. But he chose me. "
"No! Our mate bond is there. I can feel it! He must not know I was here! "
Jennifer laughed again, this time like a girlish giggle as if what I'd done was so silly. "Happy birthday, my dear sister. Don't you realize, Jacob can smell you. We've not been so far away. "
"No," I said. "He can't. He didn't reject me! "
"Why did he bother? You've been like a pig for us. He knew you were here. He's known this whole time."
I couldn't believe it. If I thought it was the worst living nightmare, it had just gotten a lot worse. "You're just saying that to hurt me more." I said, more tears falling into the scar so that I flinched.
A guard came back. "The Alpha Jacob is looking for his Luna. It's time."
"My wedding. Isn't it lovely? My mate. I've always loved him, but you knew that." Jennifer said to me, her words like ice.
"Let me see him, please?" I said.
She took out a small mirror from her dress and held it up to my face. "You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig?"
I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person. I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen.
My eyes were red from the tears. My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life. I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic. I was so ashamed and horrified; I suddenly did not want Jacob or anyone to see me like this.
I began to sob; I couldn't help it.
"How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me."
I wanted to scream at her that she was evil. They took everything from us! Arianna stirred in my body violently. The wolfs bane was wearing off. I would kill her, rip that dress off her body and destroy her.
Jennifer stood back up, closing the mirror. She must've seen the fury burning in my eyes, but she looked unconcerned.
"Guards," she said. Three others appeared.
"Yes, Luna. Do we need to get the doctor?"
"No, not this time. Not anymore." She turned to me. "Well, you still have beautiful eyes. I'll take those as my wedding gift to myself. Guards, dig out her eyes!"
I ripped one arm out of my chains. The wolfs bane had worn off enough, the pure blood in my veins had always let me shift faster and easier than anyone else. I tore at the chains in desperate anger- the betrayal had fed a fire that I hadn't known I still had. I was not twelve anymore, I was not so small.
Jennifer wore her dress. My fangs grazed her arm. I almost had her. But they were upon me. Three guards had shifted to wolves and intercepted my attack.
They grabbed my neck and forced me to the floor. More wolfs bane was shoved into my nose, and the wolf within and I lost the will to fight again.
Jennifer was cradling her bleeding arm. It was a singular cut, pretty deep, only one of my canines had ripped her before they stopped me. There was a rip down the front of her wedding dress where my claws had torn it. I saw an inkling of fear in her eyes for the first time.
"Kill her." She said.
"But, my Luna. The blood." One of the guards said.
Jennifer screamed. "I said Kill her! Do it now!"
"Yes, my Luna." They grabbed my wrist. With his knife he cut through the bandage and the wound, reopening. My blood poured out onto the ground, a pool of crimson.
"Hang her upside down. Collect all the blood you can. My Alpha will feast on his wedding day."
They took the broken chains on my feet, and slung me up to the ceiling. A large golden bowl was put under my wrist. They cut me more, intentionally slicing my neck where it would drain to that golden circle below me.
More wolfs bane into my nose. That would prevent my wound from healing. I looked down as the blood trailed away from me. It was beyond normal pain.
Jennifer whispered into my ear. "Now, I don't have to worry about you anymore. You pathetic waste. Jacob and I will mate tonight, and I will be grateful that you're dead, and gone. I won't have to worry about my secrets being revealed to the pack."
I lost the ability to track where she was. It was like her voice floated around me. My body hung up like a dead pig, the blood flowing from me till I lost consciousness.
Was my miserable life finally coming to an end?
Alyson The pain is insurmountable. I fight through it, thinking of the pups that need me, that are clinging to the hope that I will always fight for them, and I won't disappoint them now. I turn over, laid out on the floor of the bathroom, the healer working at the cramps in my spine. I grab the towels, grab my own shirt, desperate to get through this sooner than later. My wolf whines and my heart hurts. "RYAN!" I need him, I want him, and I fear I can't do this ordeal without him beside me. I lay out, exhausted from the agony, crying inconsolably until I hear heavy steps parading through the bedroom. Soon, they find the healer and I in the bathroom, my eyes dizzy as I spot Ryan, naked and drenched in rainwater. My breath catches, curious if I am dreaming. "Right here, Alpha, come help me with this," the healer grunts. I feel my mate hold my head, pushing deep into my spine as I straighten my back out in reflex, feeling th
Ryan "Damn this weather," I mutter. The storm has yet to let up and in fact, I believe it's started pouring down harder, with more vigor, and still shows no signs of slowing for my benefit. "Have you tried linking to the healer?" Olivera asks, his antsy attitude not helping my worried state right now. "I mean, if you can't reach through the link to her, she might just be asleep and everything is okay—that could be possible, right? I mean, if you think about—" "Hush," I beg. "You're rambling again." "I'm sorry that I'm flustered," he grovels. "I'm just trying to keep calm." I raise my brow, trying to stay focused on my mate but I can't seem to shake this infatuation Olivera has had for my mate. I should ignore it, as I have in the past weeks, but something about being stuck in this small cave with him has my mind tethering off too many emotions at once. "Enlighten me, please," I sigh, shaking my head out at the storm. "What is this weirdly possessive, sympathetic binding you thi
Ryan I fight through the winds, the rain cascading over my warriors and me. It wasn't the best idea coming out during this type of storm but we lacked one natural ingredient that grows just south of the waterfall trail and then the cure would be complete for the last facility of rogues. I have healed slowly in my weeks of developing the cure, but I could use a dose myself. Thankfully it hasn't affected my poorly mate, spending most of her days passed out in bed until I force her to get up and move around a bit. It's been exhausting for her, but she is the patriarchy of a new family, the strongest she-wolf I know who is capable of carrying these pups. "Dammit, lover boy! Where are you?!" I barge out of the mouth of the cave where my warriors have been taking shelter from the monsoon outside. I see that rogue alpha in the distance, throwing his hands up in a small fit of rage. It's almost amusing if he didn't also sport a petrified look of angst as well. "Over here," I call out. H
Alyson It's hard to feel not included in the cure development, but I watch Ryan and Olivera get along for many consecutive weeks. At least I have that peaceful energy around, watching them work with the palace pack healers to help the rogues locked up in the facilities, still sick. Thankfully there wasn't an enormous outbreak and everything seems to have worked out. I can't help the feeling of doom, though, thinking about every time things were perfect, something horrible happened. I thought once we defeated Jacob and sent away Jennifer, everything would have worked out forever. I was wrong, but if none of that bad stuff happened, I wouldn't be pregnant. I fear these pups won't be okay, the healer making a daily visit, sometimes twice a day, at least to check on my progress. I worry everyday he will say something bad has happened and they're hurt, or worse. I would give my life for these two pups but I hope I don't have to. "Morning, sweeth
Alyson "Relax," Ryan coos, brushing my hair back. He has finally come to my side, forcing my eyes to stay on his, even as he paces his attention back and forth between me and the healer. I squeeze my mate's hand, feeling pressure build in my abdomen. "There you go, he's done." The healer removes his gloves, my eyes catching a glimpse of Olivera in the hall, seeing him pace frantically fast back and forth in the hallway. I look at my mate now, glimmering with sadness as he peers down at me. I know he feels like I've grown feelings for the rogue Alpha, and I haven't, but I can be sympathetic to the wolf who lost everything; just like I had. "Are the pups okay?" I breathe. Ryan flinches. "More than—more than one?" He watches the healer as though waiting to hear so magical, good news. "What is going on? Are they okay? How many are there? I—" The healer settles his hands together before his body, like a man with bad news. "It's hard to tell
Alyson Whatever causes the fight, I'm not exactly sure, but it breaks out anyways. Every single wolf in the courtyard has shifted, the movements so fast that I don't even release that I've been thrown out of the hecticness, my side slamming against the brick wall and my head smacking right up against it until I feel the blood flow from a cut on my temple. I curl into a ball, my hands instinctively curling to my stomach, so dazed that instead of being able to see what has caused this fight to break out, I only spot wolves tearing into one another, biting into flesh and blood being poured. Ryan, I reach through the mind link, not capable of spotting him through the haze in my eyesight. What the hell is going on? Rouges came from the pack lands; they must have been waiting to ambush. Where are you, mate? Get out of here! Go inside, now! I aim to sit up, my head so discombobulated that I can't even dictate which direction would take me bac