Falling under the irresistible charm of his stepdad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Amelia Jones POV Standing at the pack boundary and I felt as if I had walked into a horror movie. There were dead bodies of warriors and rogues littered everywhere, blood and even body parts sprawled out on the ground. I felt sick!But I was relieved that my twin sister Freya wasn't with me at the moment to behold this horrific sight that would cause her nightmares. I took deep breaths to try and calm myself and slowly make my way forward. I stared at the crimson lettering of the rogue's threat nailed on a tree in the pack’s border. Taking a few steps back, I examined the words over and over again. “We will be back and this time we will take with us one of your precious jewels.” Precious jewels? What do they mean by that? Could they possibly be referring to Freya and me?My eyes stung and I felt like a thousand needles were prickling on my chest. My heart pounded in my chest as the rain pelted against the grounds matching the rhythm of my agony. It's been three years since the rogu

Freya Jones’s POV The cold wind brushed against my skin, sending a chill down my spine. The temperature tonight was almost at a negative degree Celsius, but that was the least of my problems as I remained quiet peeping from the doorknob as my twin sister and father yelled at each other in fury. With my back still resting on the wall, I pulled my hands to my lips and closed my eyes, trying to stop my emotions from overpowering me. My twin sister Amelia was the only one in the pack I knew who had the mind to stand up to our father. She was tall for a woman but father still towered over her by a few inches. The way Dad glowered down at her with his nostrils flared and his eyes blazing like a volcano made me shrink back in my position but Amelia was never one to cower under Dad’s Alpha aura. She glared back at him, with her hands on her hips, and her chin stuck out. As the firstborn, she has the same Alpha aura as Dad and also the next in line to rule out the pack after Dad’s retirement

Amelia Jones POV The world was blanketed in a thick layer of white snowballs. The air was cold and still, with only the occasional sound of a distant bird breaking the silence. I gently wrapped my scarf tightly around my neck and stepped outside, wheeling my suitcase through the snowy landscape as I saw Dad standing outside the porch like a statue. I had earlier declined my Dad’s offer to escort me to Dark Wood pack, I didn't want to come off like a helpless little girl and watch him hand me over to the unknown Alpha. So I tossed my suitcase into the black Mercedes and slammed the door forcefully. The Mercedes bounced and creaked in protest and the chauffeur winced from his place behind the wheel. I hopped into the car, buckled my seatbelt as the deep wound of betrayal festered in my mind. Every curse word known to man and wolf was running through my mind as I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced out the window. I saw my twin sister Freya standing on the porch next to my father

Hunter’s POV The hot weather was becoming too scorching for my wrinkled body as I managed to lift my body up from under the laburnum tree that served as a shade to the sun and made my way out of the garden. I was struck with this uneasy feeling like someone was watching me from the castle even when I stopped to check, I wasn't able to see anything from those tinted windows.As I moved out of the garden, it dawned on me that Hades' mate had arrived with the ripples of energy bouncing through the castle. Even though I was weak and dying, one of the blessings of being an Alpha was to still be sensitive to the way the pack responds to a new member. I had faint memories of her from their pack event I attended years ago but no real knowledge of her personality. Knowing that she came from a destitute and ancient pack, she was probably meek and submissive. Exactly what Hades would like. I hated the cringing thought of another woman taking over Hera’s duties and title. I lifted my bowed head

Amelia’s POV I can't tell why my blood had refused to mix with Hades' lethal blood and continued to drip down between my fingers. I went to the dresser and pulled my hand out of my neck, to inspect the mark he had left there but instead of a neat imprint. I saw a messy tattered hole. Immediately, my wolf snarled, howled, and whimpered. I could tell that she was furious, terrified, and baffled, experiencing different emotions at the same time. This is outrageous!!What Hades did was all shades of wrong. It was a ritual violation of my body and my wolf. Never had it been heard that you put your imprint on someone without seeking their consent first. The act of mates marking each other, is a deep physical and spiritual bond that is done with genuine respect, love, and honour. I knew the marking would eventually take place but I thought it would be a proper ceremony, where we would prepare our wolves mentally then seek each other's consent before he would mark me and I would equally do