ANNA As I slept, I was lost in a good dream. I was running through the forest with my wolf, feeling the wind in my hair, and the freedom of the hunt. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was jolted awake. Dante was standing over me, his face a mask of urgency. "Anna," he said, "You need to wake up. Take a quick shower and pack your things, we’re moving out of here,” I was confused and groggy, but I could sense the tension in the air. "What's going on?" I asked him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “We need to run away from the Henesy, away from the Black Pearl Pack. Come on, I’ll explain everything later. Please trust me, Anna,” There’s a pleading in his tone. “Why… why do we need to do that, Dante?” Dante didn't answer me directly. Instead, he told me to take a quick shower and pack all of my important things. I could see the fear in his eyes, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly got dressed and did as he asked, my heart pounding in my chest. As I got dressed a

ANNA As I watched Dante walk into our safe house, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. It had been a month since we had fled from the Black River Pack, and while we were finally free, life was hard. Especially for Dante. He wasn't used to living without money and his father's connections. But he refused to admit it to me. I knew he was struggling, though. He spent long hours working as a construction worker in the small town we had settled in. It was hard, physical work, and it took a toll on him. But he never complained. And I admired him for that. I did what I could to help him, too. I sold food from house to house, using my cooking skills to earn some extra money for us. It wasn't much, but it helped. And it was something we could do together. But sometimes, I couldn't help feeling sorry for Dante. He had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and now he was struggling to make ends meet. It wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair, and we had to make the best of what we had.

Dante trudged down the street, his feet heavy with exhaustion. It had been a long day at work, and his body ached with fatigue. He had been working hard to impress his first client, Mr. Smith, with his interior design skills. But in the end, it had all paid off - Mr. and Mrs. Smith were thrilled with his plans and had even given him a 30% half advance payment. Dante couldn't believe his luck. Although he was born rich, life had been tough ever since he left his pack with Anna. Every cent counted, and he was shocked to see that Mr. Smith had given him $3000 just for the layout design. And there will be more once he finishes the tasks. Tears stung his eyes as he thanked the couple profusely, his heart overflowing with gratitude. He could still remember his conversation with the couple. "You deserve it, Dante," Mrs. Smith said warmly, patting his arm. "Your work is exceptional, and we couldn't be happier with what you've done." Dante could hardly believe his ears. He had always been pa

ANNA I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared out the window of the Black Pearl Pack's headquarters. Donovan Rossi had brought me all the way back to Henesy City, and from where I stood, I could see a large gathering of my packmates outside. It looked like some kind of ceremony or celebration was taking place, but I had no idea what it could be for. And why had Donovan brought me here of all places? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. I could smell Donovan's scent before he even entered the room, and my heart sank. I had heard so many stories about the Lycan King from Dante, and none of them were good. Donovan strode into the room with a devilish laugh, gripping my chin tightly in his hand. My whole body tensed up as he began to speak, his voice dripping with venom. I can’t move or do anything, he’s too strong. "I'm mad at you, Anna," he growled. "My son's life has changed because of you. He insists on being with a poor slave like you, a rankless wolf

ANNA I never thought that my life would come to this. Five days ago, I was just a happy wolf with the man I love. Now, I'm trapped in a dark room, with chains around my wrists and ankles, and duct tape over my mouth. I can't even scream for help, even if I wanted to. All I can do is sit here in silence and wait for Donovan Rossi, the Lycan King, to come and torture me again. It's been five days since he took me away from Dante. Five days of pain, fear, and uncertainty. Donovan enjoys seeing me beg for mercy and watching me suffer. He likes to leave me alone in the dark, with only the faint light from the window to guide me. It's as if he's trying to break me, to make me submit to him. Every day, he gives me one small meal and a small cup of water. That's all I get to survive on. It's not enough to keep me going, but it's enough to keep me alive. I can feel myself getting weaker with each passing day, and I know that I can't keep this up forever. I know that Donovan is doing all of