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let the hunting begin

André's POVThe car ride to the venue was cloaked in silence tense, almost contemplative. Each of us seemed lost in our own thoughts, wrapped in a quiet that felt heavier than it should. My eyes drifted lazily over the occupants of the vehicle. Kiera was seated stiffly, arms crossed, her face carved in annoyance as she subtly sent daggers Genevieve’s way when she thought I wasn’t looking.She’s not subtle.Still, I didn’t intervene. If I kept inserting myself every time there was tension, they’d never learn to sort out their differences on their own. Kiera would have to find a way to coexist with Genevieve. So I pretended not to notice the glares and kept my eyes forward.Genevieve, for her part, didn’t even flinch. She was hunched slightly, her attention consumed by her phone, her fingers dancing quickly across the screen. I leaned over ever so slightly not enough to be obvious and caught a glimpse. She was texting her brother. The softness in her eyes when she typed gave it away bef

Brenda

GENEVIEVE'S POVI’ve never been to an event like this as a guest. Never. Usually, I’m one of the invisible ones dressed in stiff black-and-white uniforms, weaving between silk gowns and polished shoes with trays in hand. We’re trained to smile fake ones that never reach the eyes because we’re not meant to offend. We're the background noise. The help.But tonight? Tonight I am something else. I’m wrapped in elegance, my body hugged by an expensive silk dress that whispers with every step I take. A golden necklace rests at the base of my neck like a collar no, a mark. Proof of borrowed luxury. I sit among the VIPs, laughing softly, sipping champagne, pretending like I belong. Like this is my world too. I raise my chin, push my chest out, wear that calm confidence I’ve seen so many times on others.But inside? I feel like a fraud.This world doesn’t belong to me. I don't belong to it. And it doesn’t take much to remember that. All it takes is a single look across the room.That's when I

Help!

TRIGGER WARNING:This chapter contains themes of assault and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.---KIERA'S POVAttending this ridiculous dinner party was never supposed to be part of my day. I had a million other things I could’ve been doing, but André made it clear I had no choice. So, here I am, suffocating in a room full of people I can’t stand, forced into silence because the only sources of entertainment André and Xander have snuck away somewhere, and my brother’s little plaything is nowhere to be found. Great.With no one left to tease, torment, or even talk to, I feel the weight of boredom drape itself over me like an unwelcome cloak. I push my chair back with a frustrated sigh, heels clicking sharply on the floor as I decide to go for a walk. Anything is better than sitting still and pretending to enjoy this farce.I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. The once-faint music from the party is now completely gone, swallowed by the stillness of the night. The paved path has

Snake

A FEW MINUTES BEFORE THE INCIDENTANDRÉ'S POVThe room buzzed with quiet tension, every polished surface gleaming under the dim chandelier light as I sat across from the Alpha in front of me. My expression remained composed cold, unreadable but my senses were on high alert. While I nodded and offered sharp, calculated responses to his diplomatic nonsense, my eyes did their own work. Scanning. Watching. Waiting.I wasn’t truly focused on the conversation. Not entirely. Every now and then, my gaze flicked toward the maids weaving through the room, serving drinks or tidying details that didn't matter. I wasn’t looking for spilled wine or crooked napkins I was looking for mistakes. Slips. Signs of betrayal.For several long minutes, nothing unusual happened, and I nearly let my guard down. Almost. But then I saw her.A maid. One of mine. She moved differently, too cautiously. Her eyes darted around like a cornered animal, checking over her shoulder twice before she disappeared into one of

My cock isn't tired of you yet

ANDRÉ'S POVLater that night…The tires screeched as we pulled up to the private pack hospital. My heart was hammering in my chest, a relentless rhythm that refused to slow, even as the emergency team rushed out to meet us.“Get her inside now!” I barked, not waiting for protocol. “She’s losing too much blood.”They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t need to. The way I held her tight, desperate, cradling her like something sacred said everything.As they wheeled Genevieve away on a stretcher, I moved to follow, but a nurse stopped me. “Alpha, we’ll do everything we can. Please give us a moment.”I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to breathe unless I could hear hers.Xander placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’s strong,” he said quietly. “She’ll fight.”But what if she didn’t?I clenched my fists at my sides. My knuckles were still stained with Kendrick’s blood, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Not by a long shot.I turned to Kiera, who was seated just outside the emergency ward, her body

you don't trust me to come back?

Andre's POV The air in rogue territory was thicker than usual wet with rot, heavy with cowardice. Even the trees seemed twisted out here, as if they’d grown crooked just from witnessing too much death. I could feel the difference the second we crossed the border. My wolf bristled under my skin, snarling, pacing, begging for blood.And I was ready to give him some.Kiera walked beside me with her hood up, her posture tight. She didn’t need to speak I could feel her tension, smell the rage beneath her calm. She was holding it together for me, for the pack. But I knew the second she saw him, she’d snap.And I’d let her.He laid hands on her that night. Hurt her, almost assaulted her sexually and he hurt Genevieve.“I still remember his scent,” she said suddenly, her voice like a blade controlled, sharp. “Burnt cedar. Sour breath. It clung to my clothes.”I said nothing. Just walked faster.The rogue camp was nothing but a makeshift sprawl of crumbling cabins and rusted trailers, crawlin

Worthless child

GENEVIEVE'S POVWhen I saw my mom, I don’t know why I was expecting a hug or maybe something that would make me feel better. But she just looked at me like I was the cause of all her problems like she couldn’t wait for me to leave. Nevertheless, I still hugged her. Because she was my mom.“What are you doing here, you cursed child? Are you here to make sure I was dead? You abandoned me in the hospital, and now you’re here acting like I mean anything to you. And where is that worthless brother of yours, hmm?”I couldn’t believe she said that to me. I’m in this position because of her.“Mom, please don’t say that. I didn’t abandon you, I’ve just been caught up with something.”Can’t she see the bandage wrapped around my head? Isn’t she going to ask me why I look like this?“I hear a man was the one who brought me here, and you know him. The doctor said he paid for my hospital bills. I think I remember him. If he’s your friend, why don’t you ask him for some money so you can give it to m

A mere omega like me managed to capture an Alpha

GENEVIEVE'S POVThe ride back to the pack house was quiet. I think we’re going back to the pack house, but the road doesn’t look familiar. I had to break the silence to find out where he was taking me.“Where are we going?” I asked.“I told you I was going to get you some clothes,” was all he said.I had no right to object he made that clear. So I just sat tight and didn’t enjoy the ride. There was nothing enjoyable about it.We finally arrived at the mall. It was grand, looked like a five-star mall. Gigantic. A doorman opened the doors for us when we reached the entrance. The Inside was like heaven.On any other day, I would never step foot in a place like this, not even just to use the bathroom. It was too high-class for someone like me, and I think the salesgirls here thought the same. I could feel their eyes on me and saw the way they looked at me, like filth.“Alpha André,” one of the girls called out. She stood in front of him, flashing all thirty-two teeth. The first two button

we'll see just how punished you'll be

GENEVIEVE’S POVThe salesgirl finally went quiet, her earlier snide remarks swallowed by the sharp weight of André’s presence. Something in his icy silence must have registered with her, because she stopped pushing, stopped judging. Good. I focused on the racks of clothing in front of me, trying to find something anything that felt like me in this polished, high-end store that probably didn’t cater to women like me in the first place. I picked a few pieces that I liked soft knits, deep colors, simple cuts and let the assistant choose the rest to suit André’s taste. That was part of the unspoken agreement, wasn’t it? Be what he wanted, look the part. I could live with that, at least for now.When we returned to the front of the store, I instantly noticed a shift in atmosphere. The manager stood there, a composed man in a tailored blazer, but his polite expression didn’t fool me. This wasn’t a coincidence. He hadn’t come to simply welcome a valued customer. No, there was purpose behind

a little torture

André’s POVWhile Kieza and Genevieve were talking, I decided to head down to my dungeon to deal with the prisoners locked away inside. The first person I encountered was the maid. She was chained to the wall, her face streaked with tears. Xander stood in front of her, arms crossed."How was your visit to the hospital with Genevieve?" he asked."You knew she was an ungrateful piece of shit," I stated coldly. If Xander hadn’t known, he wouldn’t have asked."I ran a background check on her," he said. "She used to be a very strict mother, but she was kind to her kids. After her mate died during a rogue attack, she spiraled. Became an alcoholic. A bad mom. Genevieve was the one who had to carry everything. She even sent her little brother away so he wouldn’t have to bear the burden. She works extra jobs to pay for his schooling and support her mother. I’m guessing that’s why she was so visibly angry when you cost her the strip club job it was her only source of income at the time."The mo

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