All Chapters of Blood of the Pack: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning sun did little to lighten the heaviness sitting on Alice’s chest. She had barely slept, drifting in and out of dreams that left her pillow damp and her mind stuck on Liam’s voice. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in his cabin—his kiss still burning against her lips, the truth tearing her apart inside.When her alarm finally went off, she didn’t even remember setting it. Her body felt disconnected, heavy, like she was moving through water as she dragged herself out of bed. On the way to the bathroom, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and froze.Her face looked wrong. Pale, exhausted, hollow. The girl staring back wasn’t Samuel’s daughter. She wasn’t even fully Sophia’s either. She was something else—a mistake, a secret, a lie wrapped up in skin.By the time she made it to school, Alice felt like every single pair of eyes was on her. Maybe no one was actually staring, but her mind twisted every whisper and every laugh into something cruel. The soun

The rain hadn’t stopped since that night.It kept hammering on the cabin roof like the sky was trying to wash away everything that happened, but nothing could. Liam hadn’t slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Alice’s face, the shock, the tears, and that kiss that still burned in his memory like a scar that refused to heal.He sat slumped in the old wooden chair by the fireplace. The flames were dying, but he couldn’t bring himself to feed them. The air was damp and cold, filled with the faint smell of smoke and rain. Outside, thunder rolled through the forest, deep and angry.He couldn’t stop replaying that moment in his head.“The Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack… he’s my father.”Those words had crushed him. He had laughed at first, thinking it was fate’s cruel joke, but it wasn’t. It was the truth. A bitter one that sat heavy in his chest.His father. Her father.Liam dragged his hands down his face. Everything about their story had been wrong from the start, and yet, he stil

The rain had become part of everything now — the sound, the air, even the way her heart seemed to beat. It hadn’t stopped since that night in the woods, almost like the sky itself refused to forgive what had happened. Every drop that hit the roof felt like it was counting the seconds since her whole world fell apart.Alice sat by the window, wrapped in her mother’s old cardigan, staring out into the storm. The glass shivered every time thunder rolled through the trees, but she didn’t flinch anymore. Fear had faded into the background; what haunted her now was the silence — the silence where Liam’s voice should’ve been.Every time she blinked, she saw him — that look in his eyes when he said her name like it was both a prayer and a curse. The way he’d stepped back after the truth came out — his father, her father — that cruel twist that made everything between them feel wrong. She thought she had cried enough that night, but somehow, pain always found a way to refill itself.A soft kno

The rain had picked up again by the time Alice left Mira’s house, turning the streets into slick mirrors that reflected the gray sky above. She pulled her jacket tighter, the damp fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer of regret. Her arm was fully healed now, the scratch from the wolf nothing more than a faint pink line that itched when she thought about it too much. But the real pain wasn’t in her flesh—it was deeper, twisting in her chest where Liam’s goodbye still echoed, where Kane’s warning lingered like a promise she wasn’t sure she wanted.Mira’s words followed her like a shadow: You’re everything. They should have comforted her, but they didn’t. They felt heavy, too intense, like Mira was seeing something in her that Alice herself couldn’t face. And that book—the prophecy, the symbols—it made her skin crawl. Mira had always been her anchor, the one person who didn’t look at her like she was broken. But today, that hug had felt different, Mira’s arms around her too war

The school hallway was a riot of noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices overlapping in a chaotic hum—but to Alice, it felt like a distant echo, muffled by the storm in her chest. She leaned against her locker, the cold metal grounding her as her heart raced from last night’s chaos: Kane’s almost-touch, Ezra’s cryptic promise, Mira’s too-tight embrace. Her senses were too sharp, picking up the sharp tang of cheap perfume, the rustle of backpacks, the pulse of a hundred heartbeats. Her nails dug into her palms, aching like they wanted to sharpen, and she clenched her fists, scared of what they might become. Liam’s howl still haunted her, a forbidden ache that tore at her heart. Kane’s words—I’d burn it all down for you—lingered like a fire she couldn’t extinguish. And Mira’s texts (I need you), piling up on her phone, felt like a warm tether and a trap all at once. The prophecy’s words—Born of man and moon—churned in her mind, making her feel like a stranger in her own skin