KEILAH "As if sensing my gaze, Ralph abruptly lifted his head from what seemed to be his phone, catching my eyes. The suspense was suffocating, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. Conflicting emotions warred within me—should I approach him and seek clarification, or should I let it go and immerse myself in the warmth of my family inside the house? The struggle raged within me until I resolved to approach him."Give me a moment, Aunt," I murmured as I retraced my steps toward Ralph's car. As I neared his car, my heart pounded against my ribcage, threatening to break free. Standing by the driver's side, I waited for him to lower the window, but he remained unmoved, aware of my unspoken need.Unwilling to relent, I circled to the back passenger side, thankful the door hadn't been locked. I slid in, sat, and closed the door. "There's something I need to ask, if you don't mind," I began, my voice quivering slightly. Despite his silence, I persisted. "Ralph," I ventured, striving to maintain

RALPH A persistent knock on the car window jolted me awake, and my irritation flared at the audacity of someone disturbing my much–needed sleep. Snapping my eyes open, it was this human mate of mine. I glanced upward, realizing it's already morning, though it seemed far too early for her to be awake. With a resigned sigh, I unlocked the door, feeling the cold seep in as she clambered inside. "You've got three hours left before we leave," I grumbled, the frustration evident in my tone."I found it hard to sleep last night because I couldn't stop thinking of the hell waiting for me at your place. I was also anxious about displaying any telltale signs of distress to my aunt, as I knew I wouldn't be able to conceal my emotions and leave her side. Therefore, I decided to leave before anyone could notice my inner turmoil. Despite this, I am thankful for the time I spent with them.”The pack house got closer as we drove back. It was good that the ride was quiet. She didn't talk a lot,

KEILAH As I struggled to rise, the sting of pain seared through me. Dahlia, the silent girl I had come to know is close to Ralph, rushed over with concern etched on her face. "Did Benita hurt you?" she inquired, glancing in the direction of their departure. She reached out and took my hand gently."Is her name Benita?" I asked."Come on, I'Il take you to your room," she said, leading me through the hushed winding corridors of this house. Why is it so quiet here? I hope your alpha didn't order you to close me up here. I asked worriedly. Before she could answer me, her phone chimed with a message. She opened it and asked for a few minutes. Before I could ask where she was going, she had already turned away. Within seconds, I spotted the man who had brought me to Ralph's people, the ones who had nearly killed me with their wolf claws. I couldn't forget the devilish smile he had when he found me in that cramped room with that high-heeled woman( Benita)by his side. Ralph was dangerou

KEILAH I was wandering through a vibrant and bustling marketplace. The air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of exotic spices, and colourful stalls lined the narrow pathways. The chatter of the crowd blended into a harmonious symphony of diverse languages, creating a mesmerizing cacophony.As I meandered through the lively throng, I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around and was captivated by the sight of a mysterious, beautiful woman standing there, her features shrouded in a dreamlike haze. Her blond hair flowed soothingly in rhythm with the cool wind, creating an ethereal aura around her.Before I could gather my thoughts or react, she gracefully took my hand, enveloping it with a comforting warmth that instantly eased any lingering tension."Don't be afraid," she whispered, her voice as soft as cotton. "Stay close to your mate, and never let go.”Confused but curious, I looked around and realized that I was now not in the market but in the mid

KEILAH Ralph's commanding voice echoed through the room, “Call Isabella, NOW!” He growled as he effortlessly lifted her and strode out. Everyone followed suit, inadvertently knocking me down in their rush, still grappling with confusion. Despite the searing pain in my foot, I gathered myself and trailed behind. Everybody made a circle around the sofa where she was laid, their faces worried. A tug of guilt poked me as I realized the girl was now unconscious. Everyone made a way for that old woman who rushed over. “How bad is it?” She inquired with concern as she knelt beside the unconscious girl. Without hesitation, she extracted a small bottle from her pocket and, with Ralph's assistance, poured what looked like slimy green liquid into the girl's mouth. The old woman sighed in relief, “Thank the heavens it wasn't that bad. She'll be fine." She then got to her feet and turned to Ralph, confusion etched across her face. “What on earth happened? I don't get it. She's a goddamn