Rejected and destroyed beyond words, Amora finds her way to the big city, abandoning her war and darkness torn pack. Fate had it way and she crossed paths with her second chance mate, Deven who is consumed by hatred and marks her as his enemies. She is a werewolf and he is a hybrid creature, a werewolf and vampire mixed. She lives like a normal human in the human world because of how her mate rejected her which caused the whole park to also reject her. He is a mafia boss and he rules the underworld in the human and werewolf world ruthlessly but sweetly in the vampire world. The werewolves from his mother side killed his entire family, he is known to hate the werewolves so much and doesn't hesitate to clear them. Revenge and vengeance was heavy on their mind as they saw they had the same enemy. Tired of hiding and ready to deal with his enemy, he joins hands with Amora to fight him but now, they are not only facing their enemy as they unravel secret on secret.
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It takes a second to ruin someone's life and happiness. It was just unbelievable how one moment I was tremendously happy, living my fullest and smiling endlessly, then the next seconds, that happiness was snatched from my hands and I was left in the deep darkness of sadness with a pool of unending tears and wailing. I stood looking back at the house where my happiness had just been taken away from me and I couldn't control the endless tears streaming down my eyes. "Mom, where did you put the board? I can't find it," I shouted to her as I searched the storage. "Mom!" I yelled for her again as I didn't get a response the first time. I turned my ears towards their direction but nothing was coming forth. What the heck is going on? "Don't come out of the storage," I heard my mom say across my mind. "What?" I questioned her. "I am coming, just stay put," she added. Now, I was super confused, I sniffed the air but noticed that the blocking powder had been blown. We only use that when hunting to mask our smell and something tracks. The storage door suddenly opened and Mom was looking like she had just seen a ghost, panting terribly. "What the heck is happening…," I tried saying but she shushed me. "Baby girl, you have to do me a favor, okay? You have to stay here, quiet. Quiet! Without saying any word out, okay?" She said in a rush, constantly looking out the door. "What's going on? At least just let me in on what's happening, the atmosphere is tense and why is the powder used in the house? Do we have uninvited guests?" I asked non stop. "My love, this isn't the right time to be inquisitive. Keep your curiosity to yourself or you will end where you don't wish to be," she said to me. "What's wrong with wanting to know what's wrong?" I asked her, trying to hide my anger. "I'm sorry but I can't let you know anything," she said in a rush. She looked back again and turned to look at me with urgency. "Use this on yourself to hide your scent, I have to go back before they start looking for me. I don't want them to discover you," she said looking outside as she pushed the little tube into my hands and rushed out, securing the door. Who are they? I walked quietly towards the door but before getting to the door, it opened suddenly. I gasped but sighed immediately I noticed my mom. "I told you to stay put, didn't I?" She said angrily. "I was just worried about you, I don't…" I tried explaining to her but she suddenly grabbed the tube in my hand and poured the contents of the tube on me. "Don't worry about me, worry about yourself," she said lightly, caressing my face calmly. She pushed me lightly into the corner. "Sit here and be calm, wait for me or make yourself safe," she said to me before kissing me on the head and hugging me tightly. "Be safe and alive," she said before walking out of the room the second time, shutting the door close behind her back. I sat in silence while sniffing the air and trying to tune in on my parents. There were different scents in the air mixed with the powder and blood and tears and sweat. Were there dad and mom or the maids or our guards? They were struggling with their conversation with whosoever was terrifying them. I crawled out of my corner and moved to the door, slightly pushed the door a little bit. Instant regret filled me, my mom was mercilessly being held at the neck by a hefty thug, her legs dangling in the air. I could count five people, the one holding my Mom by the neck, three others standing around someone who I couldn't see well. Where is dad? I gasped when I recognized him, he was kneeling at the feet of a man who was seated on his favorite seat. I caught a scent coming towards me and looking forward, I saw a huge reddish brown wolf walking towards my direction, it had blood smudged around its mouth. I quickly shut the door quietly and crawled back to my space using a costume bear outfit to cover myself and waited for a while till the coast was clear before crawling out again. They were still talking indistinctly among themselves, with Mom and Dad pleading. Then suddenly the man seated held Dad by the neck, extracting his nails into his neck. I gasped and quickly held my mouth, sobbing into my palm. Mom briefly looked at my direction, our eyes caught each other, stayed for a while before turning away quietly. "...love you so much, sorry… sorry I failed you… but you mustn't fail yourself," I caught his message faintly before he slumped to the ground, dead and wide open. He was staring at me dead in the eyes. "Please…" I heard Mom's voice. "...I got blood on myself…" the voice breeze by my ear. That voice! Thud! Without realizing it, Mom's body also slumped to the ground, there was blood all over her face. I shivered in fear as I watched my Mom struggle with death. "We are sorry, baby! We are, and we love you. I love you, I am sorry our time together is cut short. You have to live, you must survive and escape this, you are the only one left. But please try and get this image out of your head, I am sorry…" she pleaded as I screamed internally. I placed my hand on the door knob and was about to run to my lifeless parents who were sleeping in a massive pool of their blood when the man stood up suddenly and looked me in the eyes. Oh shit! I remembered Mom's words, 'be safe and alive, you have to live, you must survive and escape this, you are the only one left, we love you.' I must survive! "Go get her!" I heard him say it loud and clear.Amora and the group ventured further into the woods, noticing an unusual calmness that had fallen over the usually noisy forest. The atmosphere was dense, filled with stress and an unknown, ominous presence that eluded identification by all involved. Each movement seemed to lead them away from security and towards the hidden threat waiting nearby. Amora walked in front, her senses heightened. She was overwhelmed, her thoughts racing as she tried to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. The Alpha King's power was growing, and if Kael and the others were correct, there were traitorous wolves within their own group trying to undermine them. The thought of an unseen foe caused a shiver to run down her spine, particularly one that could be hiding nearby.However, the true burden weighing on her was not solely the fear of being betrayed. She had taken on the responsibility with reluctancy. Although she had agreed to assist, she understood that merely helping wouldn't suffice. Not at t
The following day arrived silently, like a shadow encroaching on the outskirts of a dream. Amora awoke before sunrise, the sky remaining dark, her thoughts from the night before already consuming her mind. Kael's words had a weight that stayed with you, like dense smoke that couldn't be brushed away. Reclining quietly, she focused on the consistent pattern of her breath, attempting to collect her thoughts before confronting the impending truth. She wasn't prepared to confront the group once more. And she absolutely wasn't prepared to confront what was hiding in the darkness, biding its time to attack. However, whether prepared or not, the world kept moving forward for everyone, especially for her.The clearing mentioned by Kael was located several miles beyond the city, concealed deep in the woods. It had been years since she last visited, since she departed from the group and everything unraveled. The memories of that location were intertwined with her own sorrow, too agonizing to g
The forest was draped with silence as heavy as a blanket in the night. Amora's every breath was calculated, fearing that breathing too deeply could expose her innermost thoughts. Meeting Nikolai had made her feel uneasy, although she would never acknowledge it openly. His words of caution reverberated in her thoughts. A war is on the horizon. She couldn't refute the plain truth in his statement, despite her desire to do so.She experienced the heaviness, as though the sky was on the verge of bursting open and unleashing chaos on her world.Moving forward cautiously, she scanned the horizon once more. There were only trees and shadows around, but she couldn't rid herself of the sensation that eyes were observing her from all directions. Her usual instincts were correct, and tonight they were loudly alerting her.Conflict. The sound echoed like a far-off drumming, tugging at the innermost core of her existence.While she walked back to the edge of the woods, her mind wandered to Deven.
Amora felt the ground underneath her change drastically. Not only did a storm rage in the skies, but also in her heart. Each day seemed like a struggle to maintain her composure as everything surrounding her loomed to tear her apart. She stood on the outskirts of the forest, feeling the blend of moisture and pine scent in the air, combined with the stress that had been lingering with her for days. The silence became too thick and too still, reminiscent of a familiar feeling, as if the world was anticipating something dreadful to occur.Her blue eyes scanned the trees as she tucked a stray lock of her black hair behind her ear. There was something present outside. She sensed it under her skin, like a second heartbeat, pulsing quietly and consistently. Since her altercation with Deven, she couldn't shake the sense of impending danger. His gray eyes had penetrated her defenses, and his words lingered in her mind like a haunting presence.However, this was no longer concerning him. This c
Amora’s POVStepping out of the boathouse, the cold night air felt like a sudden slap, making me wrap my jacket tighter around me. I was frantically trying to connect the dots between all that had occurred and what was yet to come.Nikolai. Kaida. A werewolf turning on their own species. It seemed as though I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. However, I needed to remain concentrated. If there was one lesson I had learned from my previous experiences, it was that displaying vulnerability could lead to death. I wasn't going to allow that to happen once more.I had accepted Deven's plan because, in my heart, I understood it was the sole choice. However, that didn't make things less difficult. Returning to the group was the final thing I desired to avoid. They left me, ignored me when I needed them the most. Was I expected to return casually and act as if I was there for assistance?I was uncertain if I could achieve it.However, if it involved halting Nikolai, if it involved safeg
Deven’s POVAmora’s eyes never left mine as the weight of the situation began to sink in. We were in this together now, whether we liked it or not. And the thought of facing Nikolai, vampires, and whatever else came our way was daunting. But the moment she agreed to fight alongside me, something inside me shifted—an unspoken bond that couldn’t be broken, no matter how much I tried to deny it before.“I’ll contact the pack,” she said, her voice more confident, even though I could see the hesitation in her eyes. “But we’ll need a plan. They won’t just listen to me after everything that’s happened.”“I’ll figure out the details,” I replied, pacing the small room as I thought it through. “We need leverage, something that’ll convince them this is in their best interest too.”“Leverage?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “They’re werewolves, Deven. They don’t respond well to threats.”“Not threats,” I corrected, pausing mid-stride. “Incentives. They’ll want something in return for helping
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