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Dear readers!Thank you for coming on this journey with me and still sticking around up till this moment. It gladdens my heart to know this is my first werewolf book that I’m trying my best to navigate through and yet I still get so much love and attention for it. Thank you for every comment, every gem and every cent you spend reading every chapter of my book. Believe me, every little thing counts and you won’t know how many times I kick my feet in the air when so much love is given to my book🫣Okay, I’m writing this short notice just to inform you that I’m a student who’s currently taking exams and will finish on the 13th of this month which is next week. I won’t be able to update the book daily like I used to so please hold on for me till the 14th of the month with double updates of the book till the end of the month as usual! The book is getting closer to the end and our big reveal is near! I wouldn’t want to leave you all hanging without giving reasons as to why. So, join me to

149–Entry 007<The Journal>

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

L’s POV.•••Mason. My very motivation had come to me and even though my legs were weak, I willed them to pull me up so I could go to my brother. When they failed, I crawled on all fours, tears spilling out of my eyes despite the smile that was beginning to form on my lips at the sight of him. My hoarse voice sent soft weak words out my chapped lips as Mason also went on to kneel to meet my height.“Mason.” I wish he didn’t have to see me this way—broken and barely clinging on to life. If I didn’t miss him so much that it hurt, I would have turned him away from me so that his innocence will remain the same, that’s if the monster who did this to us hasn’t tainted it yet. I think it was that fear that made me hold on to my brother instead of turning him away. If Mason was hurting and broken like me, I had to know. I had to fix it before he’s past repair.“Luna.” He was heaving, breaking down in tears as soon as he took full sight of me. While he cried, my hands roamed him—from his

150-L for LUNITA.

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

EUDORA.I threw up. And if I had gotten to the bathroom a second later, the contents of my stomach that were now swirling in the water closet would have ended up on my bed instead. I was bent over the toilet seat, assisting my weight with my hands that gripped both sides of the seat tightly while I tried to catch my breath.Moments after I was sure there was no need for me to remain in there, I flushed the toilet and watched the last of the nasty content disappear while my mouth still bore the taste and a stinging reminder of why I threw up in the first place.At the wash hand basin, I splashed water all over my face and also took some in my mouth to cleanse it. With dread, I returned back into my room, taking ginger steps like I was an intruder there. It was just where I left it on my bed—the Journal. From a distance, it looked even more ominous than it did on the first night I found it buried under all that dirt. More ominous than it did a few minutes ago when I hadn’t read the se

151–THE BAITER.

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

ALPHA REX.For the first time since I became the Alpha, I never thought I’d willingly attend an Alpha meeting without being summoned or in this case, I never thought I would actually be the one to summon Alphas for a meeting. I watched with unenthusiastic interest as more Alphas filed into the hall. The lack of interest is mutual as the disapproving looks they sent my way showed. I was aware of the moment Alpha Raule arrived as well as the Alpha of the Blucoven pack and his shit face son. It irked me to be in the same space as them both for the next hour or so, but pretty boy’s crooked nose from our last encounter should help me see this through. That too, and the maddening need to protect what was mine. I summoned them all and that made me the presiding Alpha. “You better have a good reason for summoning everyone here.” My attention was drawn to Alpha Theo, the one who had presided over the meeting in his pack days ago. Of course, today’s meeting was also being held in his pack.

152–THE BAIT

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

EUDORA. I shimmered like a thousand stars courtesy of the sequins sewn onto the blue halter neck dress that I was wearing. The same one Alpha Rex got me out of the blue sometime this past week. If there was one thing I’ve learnt since coming here, it was to never question what goes on in the Alpha's head. And so until he drove me to a dressmaker, had me try on this itchy yet beautiful piece of clothing, ogled me like something he wanted to unravel layers and layers of—while also having me squirming so hard under that intense look in his eyes—and drove us back home without a word; I asked no questions.The only thing Alpha Rex said to me was to go on with my usual routine until he sends for me. Since my usual routine wasn’t so usual anymore without Zena, I descended into a deep pit of worry, thinking of all the reasons the Alpha got me something as beautiful as this. Then today, he told me to put on this dress. As I stood and stared at myself in the mirror. It was so beautiful that

153–THE BAITED

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

ALPHA REX.Our plan was simple. Logan made shit up. His years of watching every human fantasy film he can set his hands on paid off. The humans had a knack for making movies based on their imaginations when none of them had actually met a true werewolf. My assumptions are always that one of them probably did but as the stories passed around, it became a watered down version of what the real one is supposed to be;hence the lame storylines of the movies.“It’s more hilarious than it is interesting now. How do they make this shit up?”He’d say whenever I asked why he was watching them. Magic or sorcery doesn’t exist in our world nor does it exist in that which the human’s live in. However, it exists in their movies and Logan nicked a story off of one. The character was part of a bloodline that wielded power like nothing anyone has ever seen before. Bad men are naturally drawn to it and will do anything to have it for themselves. The character in our case is Eudora. The bad men are the

154–Crazed.

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

EUDORA. (Fifteen Minutes earlier…)“Stay here, the Alpha will come get you.” I did as I was told; I stayed. The ‘here’ in question was a small room, an extension of a somewhat larger space that I didn’t see clearly when Logan left the house with me and led us here. After he closed the door behind him as he left, I spent the first few minutes accessing the room, mostly because I wondered if there was anything there that could give me an answer to the only question that’s bugging me since Alpha Rex got me this dress: Why? Why had I been brought here? What was the fancy dress for? The small room proffered no answer. It was a study or at least used to be one. The dust covered books on the only furniture—a table and a chair—was a witness to how long it’s been since anyone has used this room. There were a few other items, stationeries, figurines and some more books stacked neatly on a small shelf. I couldn’t help the feeling of slight disappointment that washed over me at the thought

155.BLADE WIELDING MANIAC.

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

EUDORA. The voice in my head was a good enough distraction from the striking silver eyes of the hulking man standing over me and the corpse of the man he’d just killed with a blade. The voice was one I haven’t heard in a long time and I’d forgotten I even had. “He’s here…finally, he’s here for us.” There’s a delight in the voice—the kind that no one in their right mind should have when they are being faced with possible death by a blade wielding, malevolently looking man. For a voice I was hearing for the first time in weeks, my wolf’s voice was nothing like a soothing balm that it should have been. Instead, it was like salt rubbed over and over on a wound that was fast healing. It stung. However , it also sprung me back to life and jerked me out of my paralyzed state. We don’t converse much but with the little time we have, I was well aware of the fact that both times, I was in a life threatening situation. And this was one. Only a fool would need her wolf to tell her to get

156.To Be Normal.

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

ALPHA REX. A fucking disaster. That’s what the whole day has been and just when you think it couldn’t get worse, another dead body is dropped at your feet. I wasn’t sure how many times I’ve killed pretty boy in my head—probably a gazillion times—and I should be the happiest person on earth to finally be able to stand over that piece of shit’s body but even in his death, he still found a way to fuck me over.Unlike the other Alphas, Conan was killed in one single blow or to put more accurately, one single slice. He didn’t die a tortured death like the others. His death was clean, precise. Unpremeditated. Clearly, it was spontaneous and happened in the heat of the moment. He hadn’t meant to kill him but he did it for a reason. That reason being the girl I’d found unconscious mere feet away from Conan. The girl whose sudden disappearance had driven me right over the edge and made me almost lose my mind to the thought that he’d taken her away from me. It was only for a few minutes bu

157. The Things She Didn’t See 1

The Alpha's Caregiver /Littlest Writer

ZENA. There’s only one means for comfort in my messed up life and I clutched it tightly to my chest as I laid on my bed. My eyes were tightly shut. I see nothing but darkness everyday of my life but closing my eyes like that helps feel like I’m just like everyone else. Like I was normal. With my mother’s picture held tightly to my chest, I tried to search for the good memories amidst the dark one that keeps rearing its ugly head like a venomous snake. I tried so hard to keep it from rising to the surface but no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t budge. It’s been that way since Rex said those words to me. I’ve only ever had a single memory of my parents' death. Even in my dreams, it was always the same. I’ve had the same dream over and over again for me to know I didn’t see wrong. It was always the same. The blood soaking the lush white rug of my father’s room. My father’s eyes wide open and lifeless. My mother beside him, her neck twisted to the other side. And Rex standing ove

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