Blaire White I passed out shortly after he left me to crumble in my pain and tears. Never in my eighteen years of existence have I met someone so monstrous in nature as to have the face of an Angel.I feel so sad and hurt right now. I was angry at myself and, most especially, at the moon goddess, who has been cruel to me these past few days.First I lost my mother, then my boyfriend and friends, and now this. I never expected to be mated to someone like him who would treat me so unfairly, like dirt in his shoes.I was finding it really difficult to cope with these emotions. The mental, physical, and emotional drain had worn me down. I hadn't expected to find my mate right away after losing the one who I had thought was strongly supposed to be the mate blessed to me by the moon goddess after all the signs.I had honestly believed that Sinclair was my mate. Everything about his attitude towards me and his body language was convincing. But thinking about my situation right now, I'd give

Blaire White It's been a month since the Beta meted out our punishments, and I'd like to say that it's been hell, as every day was bloody exhausting.I got up every day by 3 a.m. and worked my ass nonstop till 10 p.m. for the past weeks, and trust me, it was horrible because each night that I retired to the small, dingy room I called "home" for the meantime, I could hear my bones creaking and cracking in protest as exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks.My feet would ache from the hours of standing and running around they had been doing, and my mind felt like it had been through a marathon from the different orders I was given daily.All I wanted to do was remain in this tiny room forever, but that was impossible as my freedom didn't belong to me again.I don't know how long I will be stuck here, but I know it will be a long time because the pack tightened their security after I managed to enter without them finding me out.Eliza worked me to the fucking bone. She had been all over

Blaire White I had no idea what was going on, but we were called to the training grounds along with every pack member. My heart was beating frantically as I tried to conjure up possible scenarios that could warrant this sudden summons.I looked at Emmett weakly with confusion written all over my face, but she shook her head in reply and gave me a look that said, I have no fucking idea why we are all assembled here.It's been hours since we've been standing under the dark night, waiting for whoever summoned us to appear before us. It felt like a king was coming to claim his throne. Hera has been quiet since my last conversation with her, and it annoyed me.I was feeling dizzy and very tired, and I craved my bed at the very least. The anxiety eating me up wasn't helping the nauseous feeling either. I placed a hand over my mouth, trying to keep the bile down my throat. Emmett stood beside me, looking at me with concern while rubbing circles on my back as she held my pale hands.Right no

London It's been a week since the emergency meeting was last held, and it pleased me to the core to see my pack members now always acting alert, engaged, and well-behaved.As an alpha, it is my duty to ensure discipline and order within my pack. I guessed that sometimes a little violence is all it takes to set everything in disarray straight.I observed them, and I was pleased to see the results of my actions reflected in their well-behaved and fear-filled demeanor.I should be doing this more often to show everyone their place and give them no chance to misbehave.Anytime I walk around for a meeting or stroll, I catch sight of my pack members huddled together, their eyes darting nervously in my direction. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction coursing through my veins. They have learned their lesson well.They always lowered their heads in a submissive posture, indicating a newfound respect for my authority. Their fear was written

BlaireI rushed back to the toilet despite just existing, hunching over the toilet seat to pour my sour guts into the white pit.As I knelt before the toilet seat, the acrid taste of bile stung the back of my throat. The bathroom tiles, once a soothing shade of blue, now seemed like a never-ending sea of cool relief against my feverish skin.I retched as more of nothing flew out of my mouth because, thanks to my frequent urge to vomit, I've had nothing stay in my stomach.I coughed out, nearly choking on the vomit stuck in my throat in my desperate attempts to breathe. My trembling fingers held onto the most I could of the toilet to keep me from falling from the dizziness that brewed.The constant retching had left my stomach empty, and the dry heaves were becoming more painful with each passing moment.Wiping my mouth with the back of my left hand, I drew in a deep breath to cork the urge to vomit—or at least hope it got corked—and pressed the back of my right hand to my forehead. A