"No, no, no," Lola, my best friend, barged into the room as I lay on my bed. "What are you wearing?" she asked."My pajamas," I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow."Come on, Becca, it's your 18th birthday. You can't mope around all day doing nothing." Lola wasn't taking no for an answer, and today, of all days, I was not in the mood for a celebration.I wasn't a fan of birthdays; they felt more like ticking time bombs. It wasn't like anything special would happen. As my birthday approached, it drew nearer to the day I met my fate. Dread lingered, but I wasn't scared. I had trained all my life for this moment, and I couldn't wait to stab Sebastian straight in the heart.Lola, undeterred by my gloomy disposition, held up two different dresses. "This or this?"I sighed, reluctantly lifting my head. "Lola, you know I hate parties.""Yeah, but you're going to love this one. Unlike your other birthdays, you should go out sometimes and have fun. So, no excuse you are going out.""She's

The room pulsed with its usual energy as Bas locked eyes with me. His gaze met mine, the ambient light casting a haunting glow on the surroundings and intensifying the tension in the air. This was the first time I stood face-to-face with the infamous Bas. I had always fantasized about this day, envisioning it ending with a bullet in his heart. Yet, here I stood, rendered hopeless and submissive to his grip a reality I detested."Do you plan on pinning me like this?" I challenged, gritting my teeth. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, amplifying the discomfort of our proximity.He held his ground, staring deep into my eyes. The undeniable resemblance to Darius became apparent in his tousled black hair, possibly disheveled from a restless night. His piercing gray eyes hinted at hidden depths and met mine. The way his body pressed against mine left no room for doubt about his perfectly sculpted figure. Despite the external admiration he effortlessly garnered, the complexitie

Bas povThe hushed murmurs of whispers filled the room, their voices barely audible as they exchanged curious glances and furtive whispers. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and stifling like a heavy blanket draped over us all. We had been gathered here to resolve a matter, one that my father had deemed necessary to handle personally. But I knew that if he were to get involved, blood would inevitably be spilled. As I stepped out everywhere became silent all eyes on me waiting for my next move." You must all be wondering why we are hear" I said." I do not intend to delay it so I will go straight to the point.I took a step forward slowly walking amongst them as I spoke" We are a pack. And as a pack, we are bound by loyalty and honor to protect and preserve our pack at all costs. But then I find out that there is someone who wishes to go against my order as your future alpha."Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, each person casting suspicious glances at their comrades

Becca POV.The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow charade.How could we easily forget the way these monsters came and took over everything from us leaving us in fear every day and let's not forget the stupid prophecy that has taken away many innocent bloods.."This is going to be mine and Carter's first official date at the Haven's Feast," Lola excla

Becca's POVMy stomach clenched as I stood in front of him, forced to swallow the bitter pill of his presence. His hand reached out towards mine, a smirk playing on his lips. I could feel the heat of anger rising within me, but I refused to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Today, I would not succumb to his games. With a slow and deliberate movement, my hand met his in a show of false civility. The touch was like ice against fire, sending shivers down my spine. But I held steady, determined not to let him see how much he affected me.As Bas pulled me closer, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music, I couldn't escape the intense gaze of his gray eyes. It was as if he was trying to read my thoughts, searching for any signs of vulnerability. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on, a defiant spark flickering within me."See you've been busy " he said as he stared at Max" What I do is none of your business ," I replied, my voice