Mag-log inTHORIngrid Bernard.The name tasted sour and sounded devilish no matter how hard I tried to be rational about it. I weighed it in my mind, turned it over, tested it against logic and facts, but it refused to settle.Could she truly be behind this?The last time I checked, Ingrid Bernard was dead.I had orchestrated it myself, watched the process from start to finish, and signed off on the confirmation. I had ensured there were no loose ends and no room for resurrection, talk less of whispers of survival. Her death had been clean and final; as she deserved.Yet, Woodhound was bleeding. The borders had been breached with mastery, records were altered and rogues moved like they had a map of my territory engraved into their bones.It definitely wasn’t coincidence. It was all a big plan which I failed to notice. I believed I had it all under control, but Freya just spelt it to my face that I slacked off at some point. She made me realize coldly that I faltered and was slowly misplacing m
DEXTERARoxanne's eyes lit up the moment she saw me. “Oh my, you're awake. How do you feel now?”“I feel tired and empty inside.” I replied honestly.She continued cleaning up her freshly used materials, taking a minute to flash me a small, genuine smile. “It’s normal, given the physical exhaustion your...‘other part’ incurred on your human.”I managed a smile in return. She was the first person in Woodhound to not say the word ‘beast’ to my face. Despite that I knew the other part of me was nothing but a monster I couldn't control, her choice of words gave me a strong sense of hope. Perhaps I could be like every other werewolf one day.“I’ll be needing your help with painkillers.” I stated. “The ones you gave me the other time worked like magic.”“As it should be.” she breathed.I lowered myself to a chair, patiently waiting for her to finish up her task. “Is something wrong?” Roxanne's voice jolted me back to reality. “What’s got you so deep in thought?” She wiped her hand with a
DEXTERA I gasped for air rapidly as I threw myself off the bed sharply like something stung me. I wrapped my head in my palms, my breath slowly falling into rhythm. That was one hell of a dream. It had been very long since I had such terrible dream—the very same dream that haunted me when I lived in the Bisclaveret pack. I found it hard to wrap my head around why the dream chose to recur on the day my emotions were in disarray after the night’s incident. I looked around and I was alone. On a closer look, realization dawned on me that I was back in my room, in Thor’s mansion. Fear and guilt wrapped around me like a noose as vivid memories of my beast’s killing moments flashed in my mind, together with Alpha Nelson’s pitiful and disappointed face from the dream.It felt so real. My body creeped with chills running down my spine at the vivid remembrance. Thor. Where was he? I had no idea how he does it, but his presence has always been able to ease whatever guilt racked inside me af
THORMy thoughts were fuzzy as Freya narrated what happened in my absence. The only thought I latched onto was the part where my mind tried to figure out why Dextera's beast surfaced at that time.Freya had said she inhaled some poisonous gas, but I knew it wasn't just that. The rogues had retreated during the day and I went in their trail, together with Deucalion. How had they breached my hidden house without the security forces getting whiff of them? How did they even know the building existed in the first place?This made me more convinced that there was a traitor in the pack supporting them.As soon as dawn broke, I resumed my search along the perimeter while Deucalion turned his attention to uncovering how the intruders had breached the pack’s borders unnoticed.The stench of blood and lingering fear assaulted my senses the moment I reached the site of the attack. Before retreating for the night, I had ensured the bodies were gathered and buried properly. Still, the land rememb
THORThe pack was restless, simmering with unease, while the Elders busied themselves reopening a case long sealed, hell bent on punishing my woman under the guise of justice.Nichevoya was still in effect, and as Alpha, I would have acted as though I had nothing left to lose when the invasion threat arrived in my private mail earlier that day.Deucalion received the same message too.At first, I dismissed it as a bluff. Threats were not new to me; I had received many and survived all.But Deucalion hadn’t shared my confidence.“Just because it didn’t happen before doesn’t mean it won’t happen now,” he warned. “You had absolute control over the pack then. Now, Nichevoya is still active and I’m sure the news has already spread.”He had a point there, so I reluctantly chose to take the threat seriously.Everything unraveled with terrifying speed. Before Deucalion and I could initiate any concrete countermeasures, reports flooded in that multiple unidentified subjects had been detected c
DEXTERA“I thought Deucalion said this place was safe,” my voice shook out of fear. “If they’re not pack guards… then who are they?”Freya didn’t even look at me. Her entire body had gone still, taut like a drawn bow, her every sense tuned outward.“They’re rogues,” she said lethally at last, shifting her stance instinctively.My heart slammed against my ribs.Rogues.“Then what do we do next?” I whispered, panic peaking up my throat.Freya finally turned to me with her sharp, blazing eyes. “First, we keep calm. Then, I access the situation.”Easy for her to say. I knew she was trying to act like the Alpha female she was but the violence outside didn't look like something only her could take on.The sounds outside grew louder; scraping claws against stone, guttural murmurs and something consistently slamming into the outer walls. Whatever resolve I had shattered. I backed away, my instinct screaming at me to hide and disappear.I slipped silently behind the stair rail, pressing myself
THORAero wouldn't stop disturbing me for having Dextera locked up in prison. I wasn't too comfortable with it either, but she got what she deserved just like she said my sister deserved what happened to her. Sincerely, I meant what I said to her. If anything terrible ended up happening to Freya, D
DEXTERAI shook my head, unable to comprehend the whole thing. Is this some kind of drama?Adding to my dismay, he uttered with the deepest of masculine voices I've ever heard. “Get ready. Someone will come show you where you'll be staying.”I wanted to hold him down, ask him more questions of how
DEXTERAGood goddess.Being around the Alpha is hell.Every second spent in his mansion was like walking a tightrope over fire. While getting him dressed, my fingers shook terribly, terrified of brushing too much skin, too little fabric, or offending him in any unforgivable way.Not knowing him wel
DEXTERA The room Sansa offered me wasn’t big—just a box-shaped space with the barest essentials a room could have. A bed, a tiny table, a worn-out stool. A small window.“This is where you’ll be staying,” Sansa said, her eyes raking over me one last time. “Rest for a while. Your first set of chore







