LOGINAmeliaEthan’s words still echo around us as I take a step back. Fear surges through me, attempting to freeze my bloodstream, but the instinct to get further from him is more powerful.His cold, almost empty eyes zero in on the bag in Sandy’s hands again and an ugly sneer tears out of his throat. “Is this how you repay my kindness?” He growls at Sandy, his face turning red with anger. “By attempting to sneak Amelia out of Deadfang right under my nose?”I want to reason with him, but the words won’t pass by the lump in my throat. Sandy is shaking with fear, but she still manages to pass me the bag she packed for me and step in front of me, standing like a shield between us. “We heard,” she manages to whisper. Ethan’s nostrils flare with anger, “heard what?!” He demands, voice so loud and powerful, it rattles the windows. We both take another step back as Sandy speaks. “We know the Alpha king declared you a traitor. Please Alpha, just hear me out. If you really did something wrong, w
AmeliaThe image of Professor Michael’s beheading flashes before my eyes and suddenly, I jolt awake, covered in cold sweat from head to toe, shaking. I suck in a painful breath and realize it was a nightmare. A tiny sliver of hope flashes in my chest, then burns to ash just as quickly as I turn my head and see the concerned look on Sandy’s face. She’s sitting next to bed, eyes puffy and red, face covered in blotches like she’s been crying for hours. I look around and realize I’m back in the house, laying in bed. “No,” I whisper, voice weak and barely audible. “Amelia, I’m so sorry,” Sandy whispers and reaches out to take my hand, her bottom lip trembling.As soon as her skin meets mine, everything finally sinks in—Michael is dead, it wasn’t a bad dream. I can’t stop the tears from falling, my body racking with sobs. “Amelia, please,” Sandy mutters and rushes to sit on the bed next to me, pulling me into a hug. “Don’t cry,” she whispers and tightens her hold. “You have to stay str
AmeliaI wipe the tears off my face hurriedly as Sandy grabs my elbow and steadies me. I’m leaning against her as we walk out of the house and stop in front of two guards. “Miss Amelia-” one of them starts, but Sandy raises a hand to stop him. “Prepare the car,” she orders, voice steady. Both men exchange glances, as if checking with each other if she’s being serious. Sandy’s face hardens as she repeats, “didn’t I make myself clear? I said prepare the car, we’re heading to the Central square.” She says, then adds, “it’s an Alpha’s order.” The guards still hesitate, one of them opens his mouth, probably to argue, but Sandy cuts him off. “Must I remind you that Alpha ordered you to follow my arrangements. Amelia is under my care, what I say goes.” I’ve never heard her being this assertive before and I truly admire the strength it takes for Sandy to stand up for me like this. One of the guards glances at me, still looking hesitant, but the other clears his throat and gestures towar
AmeliaThe night is restless, I can barely close an eye and by the time dawn arrives, I’m forced to accept that I won’t be able to fall asleep. I don’t know why, but there’s this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach and it won’t go away. It’s almost as if something bad is about to happen and nothing could stop it… With a sigh, I get out of bed and decide to focus on the day ahead. “Maybe you’re just worried because we haven’t heard from Logan yet? I’m sure he’s okay, all that matters is he escaped and is back in the Capital,” my wolf suggests, her voice careful. I agree that must be the reason for my unease and leave the bedroom. The house is quiet, so I tip-toe downstairs, not to wake anyone who might be sleeping, and head to the kitchen. Just as I reach for the mug to prepare my herbal tea, I freeze mid-motion as hushed voices carry from outside. Holding my breath, I listen in and catch on Sandy’s whispered words, “don’t let her find out!” My heart stops mid-beat as I try t
EthanWhen I storm into the dungeon, my eyes immediately focus on Logan’s cell. Just hours ago, I watched him suffer and slowly give into the effects of poison. Now, the cell door is open, there’s no Logan in sight and the view paired with the realization of how close I was to finally killing him has me seeing red. A loud, guttural growl tears from my throat as I grab a whip from the nearby guard and snap, “on your knees. All of you!”The men hurry to obey the command and I watch, my chest heaving with heavy breaths. Once all of them are lined up, I raise my hand and send the whip against their backs, striking multiple guards. “How did he escape?” I demand and strike again, my body shaking with fury. “How the fuck did he get out?! Answer me!” “Alpha, we don’t know,” one of the guards cries out as the whip connects with his back. The weak excuse does nothing to calm me, so I don’t stop the punishment. “That’s no answer,” I growl, ignoring the stench of blood filling the air. “I
LoganI reach the Moonlit pack border only by dusk. The moment Derrick and Marcel come into the view, an immense sense of relief washes over me. The feeling is mutual only for a short while, because at first, when they see me, both of them breathe out a sigh of relief. Then, as I get closer, the looks on their faces twist into pure shock. “Alpha!” Marcel gasps first and takes a step forward. Derrick reacts next, growling, “are those whip marks?” My cousin’s face turns to pure horror as he rushes past Marcel and gets to me first, examining my torn clothes and the welts across the exposed skin. “We need to check the injuries!” Marcel shouts, his voice laced with panic, but Derrick shoves him aside and grips my elbow, pulling me toward a waiting car. “We’ll check him in the car, on our way back to the Capital. We can’t waste time standing around,” he growls under his breath. I’ve never seen Derrick this angry before. He’s always the level-headed king, who loves joking around, but







