Novelas y relatos de Alienated

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

Eskal must have been able to track my gaze as he reached over the bed to lift my injured arm. “There are a lot of things you need to understand,” Eskal began, “First, you are no longer a part of the Midnachtsinne pack, you now belong to us. Once you are fully healed, you’ll be properly introduced as a blood slave of the Anerchmeno Astri pact.”

I’ve become a prisoner within the confines of my room, a self-imposed exile from the world outside. The taste of food had become foreign to me, and the sight of another human being that wasn't Alana or my children was a luxury I denied myself. My only companions were two empty bottles of potent whiskey, their contents now swirling in my stomach, numbing the seething pain coursing through my chest. Alana left. She did. The stark reality of her departure has morphed into a relentless nightmare in my existence, one from which I can’t seem to awaken.

” Harnum said attentively. Albert closed his eyes. "It feels like half my soul is gone, because I think about the clan that my father founded, but has now been destroyed because of Willy's betrayal," said Albern, "I'm really very disappointed in him, now I don't have nothing else. I don't even have a place to live, and I live in an old house belonging to someone else, owned by Rully's acquaintance. "Now I have become a poor, helpless man," continued Albern in a trembling voice.

Maybe, just perhaps, we could find solace and friendship in one another. As the conversation flows, I discover that Caleb had been the Alpha of his pack before circumstances forced him into the facility. Like me, he had faced rejection and betrayal, leaving him with wounds that ran deep. But here, within the confines of the enclosure, we found common ground—a shared understanding of the pain and struggles we had endured.

My wolf howled in agony. Alaric turned away from me, his jaw clenched, as if this was nothing more than an inconvenience to him but I knew he would feel the rejection pain. Every wolf feels it after being rejected and it's worse for Omegas. "You’re a nobody, Elara. A slave. I can’t be tied to someone like you." He said.

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

Micky immediately clapped his hands in glee. "That's great! If Daddy divorces Mommy, that means Daddy can marry Ingy! And Ingy can be our real mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Can you get divorced now? Please?" Corbin was rooted to his spot for a few seconds in shock. Then, he burst out laughing and asked, "Oh, is this a new tactic of yours? Do you really think that you'll be able to survive on your own without the Stallone family's support? That's enough nonsense from you, Skylar Greene!"

Like a part of me had been severed off leaving a gaping wound that would never close no matter how much I tried. “Z..Zyon.” I stuttered through my mindlink but I didn't get any response. The tears fell faster as I realized that my wolf, Zyon, was gone too. This was one of the side effects of being rejected, especially by an Alpha. One's wolf would disappear, and for some people, it never came back. She was the only one I had. Now even she had abandoned me in this hell. A black boot appeared in the line of my sight and then before I could react, I was grabbed by my hair and then pulled up in a rough manner.

The beings materialized from nothing. Three of them. Tall, angular, made of crystallized emptiness. Flickering between solid and void. "You've infected our reality," the lead one said, voice multiple tones at once. "Introduced a disease we eliminated millennia ago. Bonds." "It's not a disease," I said, forcing myself to stand despite exhaustion. "It's what makes existence worth living." "That's the disease talking. Isolation is safety. Separation is strength." "You're wrong," Aria said, stepping forward, hands shaking. "I've lived isolated my whole life. It wasn't strength. It was emptiness. These people showed me what I was missing."