“What do you mean? Will you be protecting me for all your life?” “If you would allow me to do that, I will.” “But why would you do such a trouble?” “I am a straightforward and honest man. So, I think I like you. I wanted you to be my mate. But I will not force you if you don’t like it. I will only ask for you to repay me for saving you and protecting you.” My eyes widened. I started to feel uneasy. I feel like the man in front of me will change and begin to show his true colors. “How can I repay you?” I mumbled. Reule smile looks like he was a demon about to collect his payment. At that moment, I began to question which is worse, him or Conri. “I cannot help it. I am a man with needs like Conri. So, I would like to have a night with you, just to taste you.” I wanted to scream and run. What have I gone into? ====================================== Wren Blevine has been considered different among the she-wolves of the White Pack. She can only partly shift and she doesn't experience heat. Except for her family, nobody really likes her. When the Alpha died and was replaced by the son, Conri Lebon, he ordered to have Wren executed together with her family if she refused his conditions. After her family had been killed, Wren had been running and hiding. One day, she was almost caught. But luckily, she was saved by Reule Conrad, the Alpha of the Gray Pack. Just when she thought that he was a good samaritan, Reule asked to be paid by her body. Now, she is in a dilemma whether to agree or be surrendered back to her pack and die.
View MoreMy feet are tired and painful. The breeze is gashing into my body like arrows that the wind had shot. It creeps into my skin until it reaches the depths of me. And it hurts to be running non-stop on this freezing and windy night.
"I have to keep going. Otherwise, I will end up dead," I keep telling myself whenever I feel tired.I don't know where I am now. I kept going when my brother told me to run and never looked back.Killian, my brother, I wonder if he escaped the ten werewolves that were after us. Remembering him wounded but still fighting just to save me made me want to cry. I lost my mom and dad five days back, and now probably my brother, too. I am enraged and sorrowful from the pack we have served diligently. But this is how they repay us. They are taking our lives one by one.Suddenly, my feet felt wobbly, making me stumble onto the ground. And just as I was about to stand up, something jumped on me.I fought back, and we rolled on the ground. But because I am so tired, I no longer have enough strength to fight. I got pinned down so quickly that I couldn't move."Give it up, Wren! Alpha Conri wants you. He might spare your life if you agreed to be his mate," Casper shouted."I don't want to be the mate of that ruthless wolf," I shouted back."You can only partly shift, and soon other members of the pack will be here. You cannot fight all of us; you will end up dead!""I would rather die than be with Conri!"I tried to free myself, but Casper punched me in the face. It made me feel groggy that I was about to lose my consciousness.But out of nowhere, someone jumped at Casper, freeing me from his grasp. It was so fast that I did not see who it was. I tried to lift my head, but it felt heavy then I was down.I woke up with a severe headache in a room I didn't recognize. I groaned in pain as I touched my head."Are you okay?" a husky voice said.I looked up. A tall man stood with stormy gray eyes, a handsome face, and a gorgeous athletic body. My eyes widened, wondering who he was."Who are you? Where am I?" I asked in a low voice."You are in my house," he said."Who are you?" I asked again."I should ask you that first.""Look, I am sorry, but my head is hurting really bad, and I could not remember how I got here.""I saved you.""Oh, right! I was fighting to be free of Casper when someone jumped on him. After that, I lost my consciousness. Was it you?""Yes. I heard you two arguing. Usually, I don't intervene with problems of other packs, but when I saw that wolf, Casper, punched you, I did not like it.""Hmm. Thank you!""We will talk about what happened when you are feeling better. For now, are you able to stand?""Yes, why?""Come out and eat. You need to eat."He turned and walked out of the room. I stood with my feet still sore and painful. But I followed him downstairs to the dining table. He has a big house, so I assumed that he comes from a wealthy family.He took a seat at the very end of the table facing the door that we passed through to get there."Please, have a sit!"I did as I was told and sat next to him on his right. We looked at each other for a second. I was wondering what was on his head right now. Usually, I am a good judge of someone's character even if I just meet the person. But he is different. I cannot read him. His coldness makes it hard to predict what he will say or do next."That Casper has hit you pretty badly. You have a bruise underneath your right eye. It's probably the reason why your head hurts. But don't worry, I had a doctor check you yesterday, and he said you will be fine.""Yesterday!?"He nodded."How long have I been here?""Twenty-four hours. The doctor said you were pretty exhausted that you needed a lot of rest. You must have been running without food and water for days now."The doctor was right in saying that I was exhausted as hell. I ran for four days and only stopped to sleep in a cave for possibly an hour or two the day before yesterday. But one member of Conri's pack saw me, so I ran again.He was studying my expression, possibly trying to read what it is on my mind."Eat up! Regain your strength, and then once you are ready, you can tell me what happened."I looked at the food, and my stomach started to growl. I have not eaten for four days, and looking at the food right now makes me so hungry. I felt ashamed, but the man in front of me just smiled."Come on, eat up. You have to feed that hungry stomach of yours."I started eating a little piece of the steak. But damn! It tasted so good. I can't help but gobble the food."Slowly! You might choke," he said, laughing.I felt embarrassed. "I am sorry. I just have not eaten for four days straight, and this is my first food," I said."I know, but still, you must take it a little slow."I slowed down out of embarrassment."That's better.""You did not tell me your name." I just remembered asking."You did not tell me yours, either."I looked at him first, thinking whether it would be fitting to tell him who I was and why I had been running. He just watched me, studying every move I did and my expression. It isn't easy to know what is on his mind. But I feel like it was rude to deny him the truth when he had saved my life. And if Conri finds out, he will wreak havoc between two packs. So, should I trust him that easily?The sun broke through the trees as the black SUV roared down the final stretch of road. Yannis barely glanced at the rearview mirror. His focus was forward, on what was waiting back at the Gray Pack's estate. He couldn't help but be excited about his wedding. Beside him, Landon rode with his usual tension, arms folded, eyes sharp."We still have time," Yannis said."The wedding preparations won't start until midday."Landon exhaled."She’s going to throw something at you. Maybe you. Maybe a chair. Maybe both."Yannis smirked."She’ll be fine.""You’re marrying a woman who was in love with another man. You think that ends in 'fine'?""I’m marrying a woman who was betrayed by her own choices. And I know she felt the mate bond, but she was too stubborn and kept denying it. However, I have faith that if I show her that I am a gentleman, she will come around," Yannis said.Landon snorted."You sound like a motivational speaker. You sure this isn’t just your way of proving you can tame her?
Mud kicked up behind the tires as the black SUV thundered down the narrow forest road. Pines blurred past, tall and silent under a cloud-thick sky. The air was heavy with tension and damp magic.Yannis sat at the wheel, quiet and focused, with a faint line between his brows. Landon rode shotgun, arms folded, eyes scanning the road ahead. The tension in the car wasn’t silence, it was conversation waiting to snap loose.“You’re sure this Alpha will even listen to you?” Landon asked, breaking the quiet.“He’ll listen,” Yannis said without hesitation.“He might not like it, but he’ll listen. I had been a warlock assisting them for years. It's time for them to return some favors that they promised they would grant.”Landon grunted. “Black Pack’s not known for being reasonable.”“That’s why I’m not bringing reason. I’m bringing leverage.”The SUV took a sharp bend. They passed a carved stone marker, jagged and half-swallowed by moss. Landon recognized it. They were crossing into the Black
The courtyard was quiet. Only the wind moved, dragging dried leaves across the stone floor like ghosts whispering secrets. The pack knew better than to linger. They’d scattered without a word when Reule’s voice echoed through the house cold and sharp: “Send Lila to me. Now.”He stood in the center, hands behind his back, face unreadable. Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, boots still dusty from the forest, Reule looked like a judgment-made flesh.Lila appeared minutes later. Her footsteps were slow but steady. Her hair was perfect, her lips painted, and the leather belt cinched around her waist too tight for comfort. She tried to keep her chin high, but her eyes betrayed her wide and unsure.“You wanted to see me, Alpha?” she asked, voice quiet.Reule didn’t speak. He stared at her, gray eyes stormy but still. She shifted under his gaze. “I was helping Adriana in the...”“Don’t lie.”Her mouth clamped shut. He took one step toward her. “Why?”She blinked. “I...
I stayed by the cave's entrance all night. The waterfall roared like a warning, cold mist blowing through the cracks. The rain had stopped, but the wind hadn't. The trees outside shivered like they were waiting for something to go wrong.I didn’t dare sleep. Behind me, Mira was curled around Lark, trying to keep him warm. He was pale, breathing shallowly. We’d wrapped his wound the best we could, but the blood soaked through. He needed a real medic and a pack healer. It was something we didn’t have.I glanced at Mira. Her lips were chapped, and her eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. But she stayed awake anyway, pressing her palm to Lark’s forehead every few minutes like she could will the fever away.“How’s he doing?” I whispered.She shook her head. “Hot. Clammy. It’s bad.”I turned back to the entrance, gripping my blade tightly. “We need to move soon.”“He can’t.”“He has to.”“You saw the trail we left. You heard the dogs.”I did, but staying here felt worse. Suddenly, a snapped
I didn’t sleep, didn’t blink. My back stayed against the cold wall, blade in hand, heart thudding like it was racing someone else’s time. Lark said midnight. I didn't know how close it was, but my gut said soon.Every sound hit like a warning. Metal creaked, pipes hissed, and somewhere far above, boots scraped concrete. No one here walked softly. They didn’t need to. Everyone below the ground was either loyal or locked up, except me.I knelt by the drain, the same one I’d memorized for hours. A rusted square in the concrete, damp around the edges, and just wide enough to slide through if you didn't care about your ribs.It clicked; it was faint, barely more than a sigh of metal. I pressed my ear to the floor. Another click and a slide sound. A hand slipped through the opening, fingers outstretched.“Wren,” Lark’s voice whispered from the dark. “Now.”I shoved my blade between my teeth, dropped flat, and slithered forward. Every scrape of my elbows against the floor sparks up my arms.
I didn’t move when the man in the sharp suit said my name, nor did I flinch. I just stared at him with every ounce of rage I had left.“Wren Blevine,” he repeated like it was some grand introduction. “I’ve waited a long time to see you in person.”Mira hissed behind me. “Creepy.”I kept my chin high. “Who the hell are you?”He smiled, sleek and rehearsed. “You can call me Julian or just the man with the biggest checkbook.”The woman from earlier stood off to the side, arms folded, watching everything like she was the director of a bad play.“You bought me?” I asked, disgust curling in my gut.Julian walked a slow circle around me like I was something he might place in a display case. “I paid for delivery. Whether you’re worth the full price remains to be seen.”“You’ll be disappointed.”“I doubt it.”He stopped in front of me and tilted his head. “You’re smaller than I imagined.”“Get closer... I’ll show you what else I am,” I snapped. Julian chuckled. “I like her.”The woman
I woke up to cold metal pressing against my cheek. My arms were twisted behind me, and my wrists were bound tight with what felt like a zip tie. My ankles, too. The scent of rust, sweat, and engine oil hit me first, then pain. My ribs screamed when I shifted. My neck burned where the dart hit. The back of my throat was dry and sour, like I’d swallowed smoke and metal.“Wren?” Mira’s whisper cut through the silence.I blinked into darkness. My eyes adjusted enough to catch the faint silver outline of a face.“Mira?”“Yeah. You okay?”I couldn’t even lie. “No.”“Same.”We were in the back of a moving truck with a metal floor but no windows. The rattling engine bounced with every pothole, and every bounce sent pain through my side.“Where are we?” I asked.“No clue. I woke up a few minutes before you. Two guys up front. One called the other Briggs.”“Bounty hunters?”“Maybe. They didn’t talk much, just said something about ‘delivering her in one piece’.”“Her?”“You.”Of course. I roll
She locked the door without blinking. No dramatic pause or slow reach for the handle. Just the smooth, quiet sound of a bolt sliding into place.I stood slowly, a plastic water cup forgotten on the windowsill. “That’s not how friendly conversations start.”The woman didn’t smile. She looked calm and clean, like someone who didn't have to run through woods or crawl through blood.“You’re Wren Blevine.” Her voice was smooth. Mira stirred on the cot behind me, but she didn’t wake. Her chest rose and fell slowly under her blanket, still knocked out from the pain meds.I shifted my stance slightly closer to the wall, nearer to the table lamp, where I could see a pistol secretly left earlier by a nurse to keep us at peace. I only had one weapon and one chance.“I’m no one,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”The woman chuckled, taking a few steps inside the room. “I’m good with faces. I won’t forget them, especially the ones with bounties.”Bounty - the word cut straight through my g
We ran again.Branches clawed at my arms. Rocks tore at my feet. The cold bit down like teeth, but we didn’t stop. Behind us, Acwulf's roar still echoed—half rage, half pain. He was down but not dead. “Left...go left!” Mira wheezed beside me, gripping her ribs.I followed, trusting her instincts. We cut through a patch of undergrowth and spilled into a dried creek bed. The mud sucked at our feet, every step a fight.My side throbbed where Acwulf punched me. Breathing hurt, but thinking hurt worse. I kept seeing his eyes. His grin and the way he could break me. I hated that I almost let him.“Wait,” Mira gasped. “Just wait.”We collapsed beside a log. I rolled onto my back, staring at the stars, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lungs stung with every inhale. Mira coughed and held her side. “He’s not chasing.”“No,” I rasped. “He’s hurting. You heard the scream.”“I thought that stone wouldn’t work.”“Me too.”Silence stretched between us. Crickets started chirping again, like nothin
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