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A Creeper

Lucian’s POVIt takes Madeline a while but she finally stops crying. Her shoulders stop shaking and her breathing eventually evens out.She lifts her face from my chest, her eyes still wet but at least nothing is falling from her eyes snymore. Her cheeks are all puffy and red—mayve from embarrassment or crying."I'm not always like this, I promise." She laughs lightly, causing me to smile."Of course, you're not." I put a little bit of sarcasm into my words and she slaps my chest lightly and we both laugh.“You good?” I ask softly.Madeline nods but doesn’t speak. So I do what any emotionally awkward rogue would do.I grin.“Can’t lie,” I say as I wiping a tear from her cheek, “that was quite an electric moment.”Her brows lift, confused.“Y’know,” I continue, “with the lightning… the boom… I almost pissed myself.”She blinks, and for a second, I think I misfired.Then she snorts.“Gods,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “You're insufferable.”“Shocking, right?”Her laugh slips out be

Betrayal

Livia’s POVMy hands squeeze into fists as I watch them kiss. I hear my wolf, Darla, growl in my head. 'That bitch.' I feel her acing around and all she needs is my consent and we'll be bounding off towards her.I'm pretty sure we can rip out her throat before Lucian makes a move.I wipe the stray tear that falls from my eyes as I turn to leave.They didn’t even notice me leave.Not Lucian. Not Madeline. They were too wrapped up in each other—smiling, touching, kissing—like the whole damn world didn’t exist outside their little fairytale life.Like I didn’t exist.I walk fast at first. Angry. Bitter. Fuming.I gave my fucking everything to that god-damned fool. I was there with him and for him. And what does he repsy me with? Betrayal. I feel the pain turn into something colder.Well, an eye for an eye.The tears burn my eyes as they fall and I don’t try to stop them. I let them fall as I walk through the woods, past the outkirts of camp, pass the invisible line that separates rogue

Hunters

Tyson's POV The problem with humans?They talk too much.Especially when they’re scared. Or excited. Or under the delusion that they’re doing something noble.Like right now—these five hunter pricks sitting around the table in front of me.I lean back in my chair, watching them with my hands crossed. A toothpick in my mouth just to keep me from saying something I’ll regret.Or maybe not regret."—I'm telling you, they’re gathering numbers in the forest," one of them says. Young. Maybe twenty-three. All brawn, no sense. "We’ve been picking up scents all over Blackpine. Rogues, mostly. They’re organizing."“Oh?” I mutter finally, my voice low with mock interest. “Did the scent tell you that? Whispered in your ear like a bedtime story?”He stiffens. Shuts up.Finally.The one across from him—older, more sense than fire in the black eyes of his—leans forward, folding his hands. Grant. He’s probably theonly one worth talking to in the room."Intel says Lucian’s got a new piece on his arm.

A Fool

Tyson's POVI shut the door of my room behind me as I groan in frustration.Finally, peace to myself."Gosh, I'm exhausted." I mutter to myself, my hands rubbing my eyes as I walk to my bed ready to drown in it's softness."You look so tired, my alpha?" I stop in my tracks, my claws extending and my eyes shifting to a my wolf's.I turn towards the sound of the voice and the scene before me makes my wolf retreat in a purr. A slow, amused smile appearing on my lips.I almost forgot I have a mate."If you're too tired for anything this night, I guess I'll just have to leave." Ariella pouts, folding her arms, causing her naked breasts to swell in her chest.I almost drool at the sight.She is resting on the bathroom door, her body dripping with water—perhaps from using my shower. She is wearing nothing on and I actually drool as my eyes rake down her body from her perky breasts to her perfectly shaved region."So what do you say, Alpha." She pushes herself off the door and beguns to walk

A Ride

Madeline’s POVThere’s a ringing in my ears when I jump up from the bed, waking up.I sit upright as I try to block out the sound but it's of no use.The ringing is not the annoying kind. Not the hangover kind. No.This one sounds like a whisper attached with the buzz sounds from electricity.I take my pillow and place it over my head, in hopes of blocking the sound but it seems to be of no use. My body, my hands, they feel heavy and my head is banging. I feel sweat fall trail down my back but I know it's cold outside.But something inside me is restless.Like it's just waking up from a slumber.I move to the end of the bed, placing my legs down hoping the cold will jolt me awake. Maybe it's because I'm a little tired after yesterday. After… everything.Lucian kissing me.Me kissing him back.The lightning.The tree.The training But instead of normal, I feel like something is banging on the doors of my head. Trying to tell me something I don’t understand. My eyes flicker to the wi

Infiltration

Claw’s POVIf anyone ever tells you espionage is fun, they’re either high on wolfsbane or missing half their brain.Because nothing—and I mean nothing—about pretending to be a stray in the middle of a rogue-friendly but loyalty-hostile pit of half-mad wolves is fun.My name’s not Claw right now. It’s Caden. Caden with a stutter, a limp, and a fake story about losing my mate to a pack execution. Tragic, right?I even cried a little when I told it to the first wolf who asked. Wiped my nose on my shirt and everything. Method acting. Eat your heart out.Rock and I arrived in the so-called "velvet zone" three days ago. That’s what the locals call this patch of no-man’s-land between rogue turf and Balthazar’s influence. No war here—yet. Just whispers and wolves who’ve had their fangs filed too long.Rock split off into the south sector. Said he’d blend better with the "sad dads and broken step-uncle energy" he packed into that duffel bag. Honestly, he wasn’t wrong. That fake photo of him gr

Infiltration 2

Rock’s POVRule number one of going undercover?Commit to the bit.Even if that bit involves walking around with a fake baby picture tucked in your wallet, telling everyone you meet that your “little girl” was taken from you by a corrupt Alpha during a territorial dispute.Do I have a kid?Hell no.But do I know how to manipulate grown-ass wolves with daddy issues?Absolutely.That’s why I’m here—deep in the South Sector of the Velvet Zone, with my plaid shirt, a trucker hat, and the kind of sad-dad energy that makes people pour their hearts out over whiskey and burnt meat.Fake name? Cal.Fake story? Heartbroken single dad.Fake vibe? Washed-up Beta who just wants justice.I even bought a damn grill just to sell the illusion.The worst part?I’m starting to get good at it.“Cal, my man!” a voice slurs beside me.I look up from my spot on the porch of the rundown boarding house I’ve been squatting in for three days. Jasper—another stray rogue with a drinking problem and more stories t

Infiltration 3

Claw’s POVThey say darkness hides monsters.Whoever said that hasn’t met Balthazar.Because this man walks in broad daylight like he owns the god-damned world. And tonight? Tonight, he showed up with all the silence and certainty of a god who doesn’t need followers… but gets them anyway.The gathering point Vero gave me turns out to be an old underground train station. Long abandoned. The kind of place that smells like rust and mold, with flickering overhead bulbs that stutter like they’re afraid of the dark too.Rogues crowd the space—at least fifty of them. All ages. All temperaments. They stand around like students waiting for a sermon. Some of them hum. Some growl softly under their breath like the anticipation is making them itch.They’re not normal wolves.No.These are believers.And what they believe in?Steps into the circle like it’s already his.Balthazar.He’s not what I expected.No bulky frame. No scars or eye patches or fanged grins. No dramatics.He’s bald. That’s the

Rage

Madeline’s POVThe forest is quieter than usual.Which is saying something—because it’s usually full of life. Birds chirping. Squirrels rustling. But as I walk behind Lucian, something in me is ringing. Like something's about to happen.I feel my wolf move to the surface and I feel the now familiar burn of my eyes signifying that they've changed colour to my wolf's golden.'Something funny is going on here.' My wolf, Nyra which I've come to know, growls in my head.Lucian walks ahead of me in wolf form, his massive wolf bouncing on its paws. Can't he feel it too? Or maybe it's nothing. Maybe I'm the one imagining it.Besides, Lucian is here with me. Nothing should be able to get me with him here.I should feel at peace.Something’s wrong.We pass the edge of the stream where we raced earlier. The whole place seems calm but the stream ripples. The moment we cross the stream, I feel it.Something shifts. And this time I know it's not just me.Lucian stops in his steps.His ears twitch.

Safe

Madeline’s POVI sit at the edge of the stream with my knees drawn to my chest. I'm covered in blood that's not mine.My hands are red and my fingers are shaking uncontrollably like they still want to hurt something. There’s blood on my shoes, too. I bury my face in my arms.And I cry.I cry si hard my body shakes and the sky cries with me. The rain pours and falls on me as if washing whatever stain I have.How do I say it that for a moment I enjoyed it? That I wanted to kill them over and over again?That’s the part that breaks me most.I liked it.I liked the way they screamed. I liked the way my hands moved faster than thought. I liked the power. The fire. The fear in their eyes when they realized I wasn’t prey. That I was the hunter.I was death.And I liked it.I should be ashamed. I should hate myself.But that voice in me—the one that stirred awake when Lucian screamed?It’s still there.Coiled. Purring. Waiting.“Maddie?”The voice is soft. Careful.I stiffen.I don’t look u

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