"Alpha." Before I could respond, Garrett showed up at the door. He took a quick glance over the splashes of blood on the floor and steered his gaze back to us like it didn't stir even the slightest bit of his conscience. Extending an envelope on the desk, he gave Hades a grim look. "Alpha Tanner was found dead in his bed last night." Hades raised a thoughtful brow. "Alpha Ryan takes his place today. He invited you and..." his gaze found mine, "the Luna to the inauguration." My insides revolted at the name, but I also felt bad that he lost one of his parents. "When is it?" Garrett hesitated for a second, then replied, "In about twenty minutes. We were the last one to get the card." The Alpha's lips tipped back in dry amusement. "Get the car ready. We're going to wish luck to the new Alpha." Nodding, Garrett left. Seeing he got himself a busy day, I decided to discuss on the rights of mates later and began to walk away. "Be in the car in five minutes." The command halted me

Could I forgive him? I questioned myself for the millionth times in the past two days. Even considering the erroneous path my papa shifted the course of his life, he still didn't have the slightest right to unleash hell on my life. He could've asked for justice like any normal people did. Go to the cops, file a report, get Papa arrested and served for his crime. Guessing the cops didn't know about these bizarre supernatural beings, they'd be more than dutiful to help him. Instead he chose a route harmful to both him and I, to Papa and who knew how many other people like Orlan. It wasn't like I'd want my papa to go to jail, and somehow I was grateful for being able to take the hit in his place. But still...Even if I could forget about all the shit he put me through, I couldn't possibly get over the facts that he whipped my ass raw and almost got me raped. Then there was the bright red siren ticking like a timebomb that he was still very much hellbent on digging out my papa from h

Drip drop. A cold feeling rolled down my cheek. "Mhm," I groaned, turning my head to the other side. Drip drip. I squeezed my eyes and tired to ignore the chill that ran through my face to my neck. Drip. Who the hell left the faucet running? The thought evaporated when I remembered I wasn't in the bathroom. I was in my room in my bed sleeping. Then what...My eyes shot open and met two dark silver orbs. They were staring. So close, so hypnotizing like a set of moons with two black holes to suck the senses out of whoever dared get close. I could just loose myself in their depths. And I would have if not for the water droplet to land right into my eye. I jerked, closing my eyes. "What the!" Opening them back, I looked up to see Hades looming over me. A scream left my lips, and I shot up to a sitting position, pushing myself against the headboard. He straightened to his full height, shirtless. His hair was soaking wet, latching onto his forehead. "What the hell are you doing

The last thing I saw before the door slammed close, were those bottomless pits of darkness in his eyes. "No, wait!" I screamed. "Wait, please!" My fists collided against the wood of the door repeatedly. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry. Please, get me out of here." Silence prevailed from the other side denoting he abandoned me. Breathing heavy, I turned around to take in my surroundings. Only it was impossible. He didn't hit me. He didn't touch me anymore.He simply left me in the basement. Alone with darkness. I had never been one to be afraid of the dark. If anything, I felt rather peaceful in it. But it was what lurked beyond that sprang my heart out into my throat. It was the tip-taps of the little feets all around that invoked the terror in my mind. It was the imaginary crawling sensation that burned my lungs. Or were they real? I shook my head, turning a blind eye to the disrupting thoughts and slowly moved on one side of the stairs on curled toes. My hand trembled as I g

"Oh God, I have to go." Nola shot up to her feet, eyes wide with panic. I followed her to my heels, my fear spiking. "Don't leave me, please. I don't know what to do. I can't," I cried out. "You can," she assured me with her big, kind eyes. There was a sincerity like she knew something that I didn't. "J-Just try not to anger him, okay?" "Nola..." I trailed, watching as she disappeared out of the door. I couldn't force her to stay because that would probably cost her her life or worse her pack. Considering what she revealed earlier about this night and how it effected the werewolves, the former seemed more likely. It terrified me. The animalistic sounds coming from downstairs terrified me. I considered locking the door and staying in my room until this ended, but we all knew how that wouldn't protect me in this place, among these people. A painful groan tore through the house, and my heart skipped a beat. Despite my terror, I felt an urge to go downstairs and check on him. Was he