Alice Madness Hatter Novels & Stories

Amia My eyes snapped open, my subconscious bleeding away into the darkness as I woke up. My werewolf hearing enables me to pick up the sound of something shattering in the other room followed by my mom’s muffled scream as it echoes down the tiny hall to my room. Half asleep I reached for my phone on the bedside table, fumbling around something fell to the ground. The screen lit up and told me it was an hour before sunrise. The fun was starting.

"It's all in the contract. Didn't you even read it. The slave will ensure no harm comes to the master. The slave will do everything in their power to ensure the master's safety, comfort and happiness. You're not being a very good slave, Alice!" "Stockholm's" Caleb whispered into her ear. "Aren't you grateful I rescued you before you hit that stage?" With that, Alice pulled away from him and ran from the kitchen. For a moment he figured she'd come to senses and was trying to save herself. Until she returned holding a grenade. "You shoot him, we all die," Alice announced. "You see... when grenades go off in the movies it isn't accurate at all. If I drop this now, I can guarantee you, all of us

Her gaze flashed with defiance, but the guards held their ground, unmoved by her fury. Alice was stunned, her mind reeling from the guards' audacity in blocking her path and addressing her as "ma'am" - a title devoid of respect or reverence. She was the Alpha's mate, after all! The realization of her downfall hit her like a ton of bricks, gripping her chest tightly. Just as she stood there, frozen in shock, Damian emerged from his room. The guards stepped aside, allowing him to pass. Alice reached out, her voice trembling. "My love, please..."

As the door closed on the lingering silhouette of our secret exchange, a new realm of contemplation unfurled before me. “Alpha Haden,” I whispered faintly, an ode to the uncharted pathways that intertwined my fate with his. The tangled threads of fate that bound me to him prompted a chaotic series of questions. “Why did the Moon Goddess choose Alpha Haden as my mate?” I pondered, my voice tinted with a subtle shade of rage as I manoeuvred amidst the bars forged by circumstance. As the seconds ebbed away, a potential shift in my plans emerged, surging through the war-torn landscape of my emotions.

I answered. “Why do I feel like we are chess pieces required to complete a chess game?” Laura asked,her eyebrows scrunched in annoyance as she stared into space. Hearing her say this was almost making me fall into a deep thought? What if we are indeed part of someone's plans, thinking we were in ours? The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine. “No! Impossible,” I shook my head, denying as I downed the cup of water she gave me. “Think about it, have any of your plans been going as you thought? Things are really looking weird,” Laura sighed.

When we were far enough from earshot, I reached into my clutch and pulled out a small silver flask. “Look what I brought,” I said, holding it up. He eyed it, brow raised. “What is that?” “Why don’t you guess?” He took it, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed, letting out a short laugh. “No. This would get me drunk even as a werewolf. Strong stuff.” “So that means what,” I said, tilting my head, letting a challenge creep into my voice, “you’re not alpha enough to handle a sip?”

"I'll handle the milk tonight," I said. Alice was bending over, reaching for the top cabinet in the kitchen where the herbs were kept. At the sound of my voice, she turned around, still clutching the sealed jar of crushed chamomile. "You don't know the measurements." "Teach me." She stared at me for a few long seconds, then handed the jar over. "Two grams. One level scoop of this small spoon is exactly right. The valerian root is one gram from the other jar."

"Claire Hunter, report to the headmistress office immediately." I snapped my head up when I heard my name. I had to listen again to make sure I'd heard correctly. "Claire Hunter, report to the headmistress office immediately."

The forest beyond the mansion looked peaceful, but I knew monsters hid in peace too. Somewhere out there, a few survivors from my pack might still be alive — if I could find them, if I could reach them. So I made myself a promise. I’d play his game. I’d act like the obedient captive he wanted. I’d wear the mask. Smile when he watched. Obey when he ordered. But inside, I’d be waiting. Watching. Planning. Because someday soon, the Alpha who thought he owned me… would fall to the woman he spared.