Becca ran a hand through her hair, pacing the storage room with an urgency that betrayed her composed facade. Her boots thudded softly against the stone floor, echoing between the shelves of glass vials and ancient tomes lining the walls."I know," she muttered. "He’s fighting the sedative already. That dosage should have knocked out a full-grown direwolf for half a day. But Eugene’s not just any wolf—he’s an Alpha. When his mind goes, the wolf takes over. And the wolf doesn’t sleep."Mira’s voice trembled. "So what do we do? What happens when he wakes up and he just wants to get violent?"Becca stopped pacing. Her eyes narrowed with purpose. "We need a stronger compound. One that can suppress his motor functions without harming him.""You have something like that?""I have the recipe. The theory. But I need the right base element... something natural that binds with his mind and calms him down. Almost like his elixir but not as strong." She paused, her expression darkening. "The o
The midday sun cast a golden hue over the Vargus Pack, a glimmering mirage of a territory nestled between towering pine forests and mist-covered hills. Laughter echoed and lovely music played from a guitar by a blind old man near the fountain’s edge. However, woven into the chorus of daily life was a name—repeated like a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.“Becca!”“She healed my daughter’s lungs! The girl couldn’t breathe last moon!”“My crops failed, but she gave my wife a tonic. Saved her from wasting away.”“She’s touched. Divine. Not of this world.”Alpha Desmond walked through the streets like a shadow among sunlight, a long black cloak trailing behind him, the hood drawn low over his face. Every whispered praise of Becca clawed at his insides, each murmur of her name digging deeper into his flesh.Becca.The name hung heavy in the air—sweet and suffocating.His Becca.His once pathetic omega. That once trembling, worthless tool he remembered. And now they worshipped he
Max paced the forest floor, his boots crunching the dry leaves beneath them. Desmond, the ever-arrogant Alpha, moved beside him, his presence a constant weight on Max’s shoulders. They had reached the outskirts of the Vargus pack’s territory, the scent of pine and the distant sounds of the pack’s everyday life surrounding them. The trees grew dense, their thick trunks casting shadows over the ground as the two wolves moved deeper into enemy territory.The tension between them was palpable. Max couldn’t hold his anger in any longer.“This is your fault, Desmond,” Max hissed, his voice low but seething.Desmond didn’t even glance at him. He kept walking with his chin lifted high, as if he could ignore the fire that burned in Max’s chest. “You’re still whining about that? Eugene made his own decisions, Max. He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran off.”Max’s hands curled into fists, his jaw clenching with frustration. “He went to rescue Becca! You didn’t care about her. You d
Becca stood by the door, unmoving, her hand still lightly pressed against the lock. Mira lingered behind her, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. Neither of them spoke, but the weight of their indecision filled the room like a thick fog.Outside, the steady sound of knocking had ceased, replaced now by the muffled shuffle of feet. Brian was still there, waiting."Becca..." Mira’s voice was soft, hesitant. "Should I hide Alpha Eugene?"Becca shook her head. “There’s no time.”More knocking.“Becca?” Brian's tone was casual, but it carried an edge Becca couldn’t ignore. “You in there?”Becca turned back toward the door, inhaled, and reached for the lock.“Wait,” Mira whispered, grabbing Becca’s wrist. “Are you sure?”“No,” Becca admitted quietly. “But we don’t have a choice.”The door creaked open.Brian stood just outside.His eyes swept over Becca the moment the door cracked, and his brows furrowed.“You took your sweet time,” he said. “Everything okay?”Be
Mira’s eyes were wide with urgency, her chest heaving from the speed of her steps. She barely gave Becca time to speak before gripping her wrist tightly.“Becca,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath. “You won’t believe it. I was cleaning the room like you asked, just keeping things tidy around Eugene, and then… he opened his eyes. Just for a second. He looked right at me. And then, just like that, he was gone again.”Becca froze mid-step. Her heart skipped, then pounded with sudden force. “He opened his eyes?” she asked, incredulous. “Are you sure, Mira? You’re absolutely sure?”Mira nodded, her hair tumbling loose from its braid as she shook her head quickly. “I swear it, Becca. I didn’t imagine it. He looked… confused, like he didn’t know where he was. But there was life in his eyes. Just for a moment.”Without another word, Becca rushed across the room.She bent low over Eugene’s still form, her hands trembling as she pressed the back of her fingers to his foreh
The infirmary was unusually quiet this morning.Becca moved from one cot to another, her fingers gentle as they pressed a damp cloth over the fevered forehead of a young boy no older than seven. The air in the room was thick with the scent of herbs and disinfectant, the low groans of the sick a constant reminder of her environment.Outside, the early sun struggled to push through the gloom that seemed to have settled over the Vargus pack like a dark shroud since the plague began.She adjusted the bandages on the mother’s arm, careful not to wake her. The woman’s cheeks were sunken from days of exhaustion and vomiting, her breath shallow. Her child stirred in his sleep beside her, his tiny hand twitching as if reaching for something in a dream.Becca let out a sigh, her shoulders heavy with more than fatigue. She hadn’t slept properly in three days.Her mind wasn’t only on the plague. It was on him.Eugene.The thought of him lying still and unconscious in her room, hidden beneath