Kade Warning! Self-harm. As the saying goes, pain is inevitable, no one escapes pain. That was what I felt the day I saw Esmeralda clad in Ava's dress. I thought nothing mattered anymore. I thought my emotions were in check. I thought I had grown immune to pain, but my world came crashing when Esmeralda innocently walked into my room that fateful evening in my late sister's gown. The gown I bought for her on the day of her eighteenth birthday, the night she found her mate. The night of our Pack's Moon ceremony. The night of a great massacre in the Blood Moon Pack. The night everyone was laying in the pool of their blood. The night everyone set out to feast, but they were feasted on. The night newly mated wolves lay beside their mates, promising themselves heaven and earth as they struggled to take their last breath. The memory was still fresh in my head, so fresh like it happened yesterday. And the thought of it sent pain to my body in different directions, almost drivin

Kade Slumping into my chair, a heavy sigh left my lips as I glanced at Esmeralda who lay asleep on my bed, her blood staining the white sheets. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey on my table, gulping down its content, not minding the burning effect it had on my throat. It was hot. Like fire. I was on fire! Except the fire was anger. Raw anger boiled in my blood the moment I locked my gaze with Esmeralda who looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me. More anger washed through me when I remembered telling her the boundaries in the house the night she came. I could have known she would flaunt my orders. But I had trusted her anyway. So foolish of me. "Calm down, Kade," Tyson tried to pacify me, but a dangerous growl from me sent him recoiling back in my head. "Calm down, you say? You saw what she did, didn't you?" I asked breathless in anger. "I know, but I think..." "You think what?" I cut him before I could hear more of his annoying words which I didn't want to.

Kade I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything. My conscience wouldn't let me. Thanks to Tyson's incessant whimpers and Esmeralda's assumptions too. After hours of tossing and turning on the bed as sleep eluded me, I walked into the bathroom, trying to free myself of the earlier tension between Esmeralda and me. I swallowed hard, trying to erase the memory when the cold water hit my body, sending chills within me. Damn, Esmeralda! Despite the chills, the cold bath wasn't helping. I walked out of the bathroom in anger, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from my wardrobe and opening it hastily. I needed something strong, something to charge my feelings. Placing the bottle on my lips as I didn't bother pouring it into a glass, I drained a good amount of its content, savouring its stinging effects. But it wasn't working. Nothing was working. What the fuck was wrong with me?! Tossing the bottle aside, I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. What was Esmeralda doing

Esmeralda I melted under Alpha Kade's touch, allowing him to take care of me like a big brother takes care of his little sister. I couldn't help but blush till my cheeks turned into the shade of cherry as he maneuvered his fingers around my injured foot, carefully wiping the remnants of broken pieces of glass that were stuck to it. And for the first time, I felt happy that I got injured. Apart from the days when I went into his room to clean, nothing had brought us together. Not even a conversation. I had been afraid to initiate a conversation with him, but his stinking pride and his cold nature shoved the words back to my throat before they could form, leaving me devastated. Day and night, I had longed to be close to him, to feel him, even if it was for an hour. But today, the Moon goddess answered my prayers. Even if it was to get injured to have his attention. She gave me what I've always longed for. His undiluted attention. Thank you, Moon goddess. Not only was he

Kade "Let me help her," She pleaded, fixing those honey-brown eyes on my gemstone green ones. Those eyes, beautifully sculpted, shaped like an almond. Those alluring eyes had me glued to them, leaving me dazzled as they glowed under the bright light. I couldn't deny that those eyes were beginning to have an effect on me. Their beauty struck me, drowning me in their mysteries. Those eyes. They were amber, they were rare, and they were attractive. I could watch them all day. "Please," She said in a whisper, with a voice that sounded like the pleasant chirping of a bird, singing its morning song. I had to do something before I got lost in her voice too. "You can do nothing," I muttered before grabbing the first aid box and leaving the room, shutting the door behind me carefully. I was afraid I would lose myself before her. Standing outside the door, I dropped the box on the ground, caring less whether the content spilt or not, luckily it didn't spill. "Let me help her