Xavier's POV(…living as a wolf)It was a perfectly square room. An iron gate separated him from the hefty guard by the door, who was busy with a large syringe. He held on to the barred door after regaining his stance from the push into the cell, and began to yell, tirelessly, “Don't kill me,” pushing his head into the space between the rods in a bid to catapult his voice as far as he could. The guard paid no attention to him as Xavier continued his hopeless cry for help. Did Charles bring him all the way here only for him to be killed?, he asked inwardly, as hot tears flooded his cheeks. His eyes glared in horror, as the guard finally turned to him, holding the same syringe, now containing transparent sticky liquid. Xavier backed away till he hit the end of the room, as the guard approached him. This was the end, he was going to die. A death far worse than Bryan's. He wiggled his head, stretching his hands forward in a way to stop the man from coming close. “Relax boy. It won't hurt

Xavier's POV(…a new disguise)Xavier dragged him back forcefully as the boy tried to release his hands, crying bitterly, “Let me go! I'm sick of my life! I have to end everything”Xavier managed to drag him away from the edge as he continued to resist his pull. “Can you tell me why you want to end your life first and if I don't have a solution you go ahead. Deal?!“ Xavier hollered into his ears, as the rush of the waterfall subdued both their voices. The young boy paused, finally turning to look at Xavier, whose hands were falling weary from the prolonged struggle. Xavier was glad. At least he accepted the offer, hoping whatever he was going to say would be within his reach—he had no means to provide financial support. “We could stay here. Just in case you'll need to kill yourself eventually,” Xavier suggested as they both sat on a rock close to the cliff. The boy wiped his face and began, “I failed again. The third time,”he sobbed silently. Xavier patted his back, as his tears tou

Diane’s POV(…unexpected reunion) Day after day, more members flooded the pack and increased exponentially, till it was impossible to keep counts—a voluntary hobby she learned, during the few years of her captivity. Some were lucky to hold dignified positions like the pack’s gamma, warriors and lead hunters, depending on their “super power”. The possible threats were instantly killed and served as meat to only Xavier-the Alpha, whose powers were towering beyond the clouds of any living werewolf’s imagination. Yet, his enemy seemed unconquerable for him—the only reason she was still alive, in hopes that he would siphon her abilities, if ever they manifest. Others were left with the scrums- hunters and servants position. In one word, Omegas. Diane was less than an Omega. Slaves were only made to serve the leaders and made sure there was enough for the leaders to eat, at all times. They were not deprived of food, or shelter, or clothing. No matter how tattered, how dirty, how torn, thei

Diane’s pov(…mate bond)The feeling was getting intense. Her mate was around but who was it? Anxiety filled her heart as she wondered if it was Melissa, who was standing at a distance opposite her. It became more intense and then a rugged face stood before. He had so much contempt in his bloodshot eyes. It was not just cold. It was gruesome, coupled with the irritating scar across his face. That’s impossible. It couldn’t be him.“The day we’ve all been waiting for, innit?” He walked slowly towards her, as he ordered for her shackles to be taken off first, and replaced with a rusted bronze before he went close to her.Diane ached in bitterness as he drew closer. There has to be a mistake somewhere. Maybe it was Melissa. It had to be Melissa. It burned harder and fiercely, like an inferno in a dry forest. “You think; this can stop me from wiping out your entire family? Do you think this can stop me from emerging as the greatest Alpha to live? Do you think I will ever accept such filth

Diane’s POV(…another escape)He had defiled her, but this time at the cost of her virginity. He was rough with her and she felt a soreness underneath. She looked at the body by her side with so much loathing, as tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He had passed out. If she could just strangle him this very moment, but she could only think of it. She hadn’t the courage. She managed to crawl away from him, cursing her body for consent. There were traces of blood on the floor as she reached out for her cloth, wrapping it around her when Melissa sneaked in with frightened eyes.She placed her index finger on her lips, gesturing for her to be quiet as she unlocked the handcuff, careful enough not to make any noise, as Xavier kept snoring on the floor. Melissa mouthed, with pitiful eyes, “I’m sorry,” after noticing the blood stain. She was about to pull her up when they perceived Derrick’s scent. They both exchanged horrified glances at each other, as Melissa slipped under the bed, and