LOGINDEXTERAThor's room suddenly felt small. I wasn't sure what step to take next. All I knew was I had to do something. After a momentary period of struggle in subduing his wolf, Thor maintained his human form. A progress I was grateful for.I stepped closer to him in a bid to get him to talk, but his hoarse, croaky warning came through.“One more step, and you'll regret coming in here.”I paused. Now, I was left with two choices. Turn around and exit the room, or proceed in my steps towards him and lose my life.Most part of me wanted to leave, but something in me whispered to keep going. Compared to the potential threats I knew awaited me in future days ahead, this was minor. If I couldn't take up such small risk, then it would be audacious of me to believe I could achieve great feats like gathering power for my revenge against Kestrel, Valerie and Adira.“You don't want to regret defying my order!” Thor's raging voice warned again. Yet, I paid him no heed. In rushed steps, I closed
DEXTERADeucalion walked beside me, calm and silent as we approached Thor’s bedroom while my mind kept replaying the last few days. Ivana’s death. Thor’s rage. Vaelorra's almost unfazed expression while it all happened. It suddenly occured to me that I hadn't set my eyes on her ever since Thor dismissed us from the Alpha's office that day.By the time we reached the large, dark doors leading to Thor’s private chambers, my confidence had thinned considerably. His bedroom door stood at the end of the hallway like the entrance to a beast’s den and everything around sounded too quiet.I stopped a few steps away and turned to Deucalion.“Last chance to change your mind,” I muttered.He only gave me a calm look that clearly said not happening. I sighed and stepped forward. My knuckles rapped lightly against the heavy wooden door in a subtle, defined knock.However, no response came from within. No footsteps. No movement. No voice. Just silence so thick it pressed against my ears.I glanced
DEXTERAFreya’s smile disappeared instantly, morphing into a dangerous, warning stare. “And if I insist?”I met her blazing stare head-on while figuring the best reply to give her once and for all. “You can't do a thing to me right now.” I replied calmly. “For someone like me, you can't always get what you want with brute force. Let that stick with you.”“Perhaps, you weren't taught; take it as a free lesson.” I winked at her, my lips curling into a small, provoking smirk.For a second, the room went still.Then Freya’s chest rose sharply as a low, threatening growl rumbled out of her throat. Her eyes flared brighter as her wolf pushed violently to the surface.“You insolent...”Her claws had already begun to extend when a firm hand suddenly caught her arm.“Freya.” Deucalion stepped between us almost out of nowhere, placing himself squarely in her path. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of command.“Chill.”Freya jerked her arm from his grip, breathing hard.“Move a
DEXTERAA couple of days had passed, but I was still in a daze. The moment replayed in my mind over and over again like a cruel loop I couldn't escape from.Thor’s claws plunging into Ivana’s chest. The wet sound of tearing flesh. The splash of blood across the room. The look on her face as life left her eyes.Each memory sent cold chills crawling down my spine.I had seen violence before. Living in Woodhound meant that was unavoidable. But that moment… that level of raw, unrestrained fury… was something entirely different.I had never imagined Thor would act so irrationally. But I supposed that was what heartbreak did—even to the strongest of beings.For the first time, I had witnessed one of the many acts that earned Thor his dreadful reputation.The ruthless Alpha. The merciless executioner.Ever since that day, Thor had locked himself away in his chambers. No one was allowed near him.Not a step close to his door. Anyone foolish enough to try was punished immediately and no one wa
THORVaelorra’s gaze slid toward Freya slowly in a defensive, disappointed manner.“You should refrain from making claims you cannot prove,” she warned, her voice carrying authority, age, and power. “Ivana made her choices behind my back,” she continued. “I was not aware of her actions until much later.”Freya scoffed openly. “And we’re expected to believe that?”I had heard enough.I rose from my chair slowly, my full height unfolding as my aura pressed outward. The walls themselves seemed to tense in response.“I refuse to believe,” I stated absolutely, “that an outsider brought into my territory could orchestrate disturbances of this magnitude without assistance.”My eyes locked onto Vaelorra as if trying to see through her scheming, aged heart.“You expect me to accept that she acted alone? That she infiltrated my pack, manipulated my people, destabilized my authority… without guidance?”Without you.The accusation hung unspoken, but clearly unmistakable.Vaelorra met my stare ev
THORThe moment Deucalion stepped through those doors with her, the world narrowed into a violent tunnel of red immediately our gazes locked.My wolf slammed against the walls of my mind with savage force, wanting to take over.Ingrid. In her whole form, breathing and alive.A low, lethal growl tore from my chest before I could stop it. My fingers curled into fists so tight my bones cracked. Every muscle in my body coiled, ready to strike, ready to tear, and ready to finish what should have been finished long ago.Rage unlike anything I had ever known detonated inside me, causing the room to tremble beneath and around me.My fist met with the desk behind me, splintering it down the middle with a violent crack as my aura lashed outward. Papers scattered around like frightened birds. The guards behind Deucalion stiffened, their fear sharp and sour in the air.My wolf howled.I couldn't believe she still lived and dared to show her face within my territory.I took a step forward before I
DEXTERA“You are now the Alpha's personal maid.” Madam Sansa''s voice echoed in my ears, as she dropped the bombshell casually as if it were nothing.I was dumbstruck at the information. It's been a week and two days since I escaped Alpha Thor's clutches. Thanks to Deucalion who stayed true to his
DEXTERA The same maid who had brought me the uniform earlier returned to my side as soon as Sansa left for some duty. She had a blank expression on her face as usual. Is it some kind of rule not to smile here? Ever since I arrived, I haven't seen anyone smile.“The Alpha needs his maid.” Her word
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







