LOGIN"I, Zade Matthews, Alpha of the High-claw pack, reject you, Sierra Whitmore, to be my mate and Luna to my pack. You are to work here and obey every command and to accept my rejection" Nobody wants to hear the word rejection. Especially when you're not even strong enough to handle the aftermath of it. At 18, I had just got my wolf, Mina. I was not supposed to mate with an Alpha. I'm an Omega living an Omega life. But the moon-goddess had other ideas, and I was mated to the cruellest of Alphas there is. I'm what they would call a slave to the pack. In other words. I was dispensable if they didn't want or need me. So, when I was invited for breakfast with the Alpha, my mate, I should have taken that as my first red flag. I have never eaten with them. Even when my parents were alive. 6 Years later, just after my 24th birthday, the mate-less Gala was just around the corner once again, and I was tired. Emotionally and physically tired. I had nothing to live for. I had nothing to hope for. Every Omega knows they don't get a second chance at love and every omega had to accept that. That was simply our fate. So, being assigned to accommodate Alpha Nikolai's room was not one of my top things to enjoy, but here I was. Five minutes was all I wanted to have to myself when cleaning the room on the very top floor for the Alpha of all Alphas, so I stopped and sat down to rest my aching body. And cried. Only...the scent of all scents hits me. His scent. Alpha Nikolai Anderson. He doesn't know me, but he chooses to love me. He chooses me.
View MoreChapter 110 – Sierra's POVA week.Seven days doesn't sound like a long time when someone says it out loud, but it has been enough for my body to remember how to move without every muscle protesting. The bruises have faded into pale reminders instead of angry marks, the cuts have knitted together beneath the healer's care, and the nightmares, while they still creep in when the house falls silent, no longer greet me every time I close my eyes.I've stopped counting the hours since I escaped because I don't want Luca - or whatever name he went by - or Natasha to own another second of my life. Instead, I've spent the week learning how to breathe again, walking the pack grounds every morning, sitting through the council meetings, which go over on what we can do to those who broke into our territory and tried to ruin it. I have sent 7 mornings, afternoons and evenings eating meals I barely tasted simply because Nikolai watched until I finished them, and reminding myself that recovery isn't
Nikolai's POVSierra is still beside me, but I can feel the shift in her body now that the room has started to settle. The noise has dropped off, people filtering out one by one, and what’s left is just the pack returning to its usual rhythm after disruption. She hasn’t let go of my hand since she sat down, and I don’t move mine either. It’s instinct at this point more than decision. My attention stays split between her and everything else happening in the kitchen without effort, the way it always does when I’m responsible for more than just myself.Max and Killian are still here, lingering near the far side of the room with Damiano and I'm surprised they are still In Portland given that they have been here for 8 days now. They’re not interfering, but they’re not fully relaxed either. That’s expected. Something like what happened doesn’t just disappear because the immediate threat is gone. It lingers in behaviour, in how people stand, in how often they check exits without realising it
The room still feels warm with laughter long after it has faded, like the walls themselves are holding onto it in the same way I am trying to hold onto everything else. It’s strange how quickly a place can shift from tension so thick it feels suffocating to something almost… bearable. People are still here—voices overlapping softly, Damiano speaking in a low tone with Max and Killian near the far side of the room, Mike occasionally adding something that makes Max snort under his breath—but the sharp edges have softened a little.It doesn’t feel like raw danger anymore.It feels like the aftermath.Like something has already broken - which it has - and now everyone is just trying to figure out how to exist inside what’s left.Nikolai hasn’t let go of my hand since he took it. Not once. His fingers are still laced through mine like it’s instinct now, like there was never another option in any version of reality where I survive this long enough to sit upright and breathe properly but I l
*** This chapter is a one off chapter for Killian's POV. Killian is Sierra's older and protective brother. He may not have known her for long but he has become strangely protective over her. This is a chapter so you can see what it is going to be like in his book - The Midnight Agreement - ***KILLIAN'S POVSleep has been impossible since finding Sierra. Since before to be honest, when we found out she was in fact alive.Not because I'm unhappy. Quite the opposite. It's because every time I close my eyes, I see the little girl my parents lost when she was only a few weeks old, and the woman she somehow became without us. I think of the years stolen from her, of birthdays we all missed, scraped knees we never patched up and heartbreaks we never protected her from. The guilt still sits heavily in my chest, because we should have been there for her instead of her doing things alone, but it no longer consumes me the way it did the first night I saw her. Because Sierra is stronger than any
Chapter 100 - No one leaves hereNikolai's POVThe moment I hear her scream my name, something inside me fractures beyond repair.Rex doesn’t ask permission anymore. He never does when she’s hurt.My bones burn as they shift, skin splitting, muscle tearing and reforming, fury riding every nerve lik
Chapter 99: It's like lightening. Quick and Bright.Sierra's POV10 Minutes until Nikolai arrives.“Stop it,” I say a little more loudly. He doesn’t, though. He reminds me of just how much he wants to overpower me. I have no way of calling Nik. No way to get a hold of anyone, and I feel powerless.
Chapter 97: The ticking silence. Nikolai's POV 4 hours earlier. Trigger warning: This chapter, The Ticking Silence, is filled with violence and vengeance. It's filled with truths about a past that needs to be left, secrets exposed and an end to what has been torture for them since this all start
Chapter 96: The letter forged in blood. Sierra's POV"There's a note", I say, gathering whatever courage I had to go back inside the box and grab it. "Don't touch it!" Mike says that, before handing me a pair of gloves, he appeared out of nowhere. Magic Mike! Ah. Got it.I genuinely want to laug
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