The Basement Incident

On the night of my awakening, which was also my 18th birthday, my parents locked me in a silver cage in the basement while my foster sister Emma prepared for her ceremony upstairs. Then, the Blood Moon Eclipse struck, forcing every member of the pack to evacuate. Emma urged our parents to help. My heart warmed, and I thought they would come to save me. However, the only thing my father carried out was Emma’s stuffed wolf doll. They clutched Emma and fled for their lives, leaving me behind in the collapsing basement. When I crawled out of the ruins, they were already in the safehouse, celebrating Emma’s successful awakening as a White Wolf. Ten years later, I became the heir to Blackstone Consortium, controlling half of the werewolf world’s economy. When we met again, the former leader of the Silvermoon Pack knelt before me. “I've finally found you, my daughter.” My gaze was cold as I faced the stranger in front of me. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

We’re preparing to move into a new house, and when my husband’s best female friend found out, she decided to move in with us. I was about to object, but my husband immediately agreed. To make things worse, he even gave my daughter’s master bedroom, which was meant to be her children’s room, to her son and made our daughter move to the basement. When I voiced my disagreement, he dismissed it, saying, “Grace is my close friend; don’t overthink it. Her son is like my son; of course, I want him to have a better room.” When I still stood my ground, my husband and his family began criticizing me, calling me selfish. Unable to stand their unfairness, I moved out with my daughter. It was then they realized my absence and became anxious.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

Never has it been known for there to be a mistake when it comes to the mating process, Never. Every wolf finds a mate, falls in love, has kids, and the cycle continues… But when James, a twenty-four year old beta, spends years without a mate, one can only imagine otherwise. Eventually coming to the conclusion that he might not have been given one. Until he meets Adria. A bold, determined and dominant twenty-one year old girl in his pack, who also hasn't had luck finding her mate. After meeting Adria, the idea of a mate seems unimportant, as if Adrias existence soothes the longing for the mate he never got. Nevertheless, James tries hard to stay away from her, feeling vulnerable by the possibility that he can fall for her. Something about Adria though seems to always be luring him in; her voice, her face...her body. As if made by the same creator, Adria also doesn't seem to get enough of the hot beta that always seems to be sparking up a blazing passion within her. Confused by these strange feelings they soon come to find lies, secrets, and betrayal hidden by the closest people in their life. What happens when they come to the conclusion that they're not mates, just a nice distraction, before their mates come along. If they ever show… And what if they show? Can they leave everything they fought so hard to keep? Both thought they had their whole life figured out, in the end it was all an illusion. This is not your average Wolf story!

"What do you mean we got married?" I asked him my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself but all I know is that we are in this mess because of you." he glared at me as his hands were balled up into fists. "Look Mister I don't know what you are talking about but I came here to audition as a runaway bride so stop with this nonsense." It all started with trying to get a job and ended with her getting married. When rushing to get at auditions for a runaway bride Alexandria finds herself at the wrong address but at the right time

Love is a beautiful feeling. It's uncontrollable, gentle, satisfying and worth living up for. It is crazy when you fall for someone you shouldn’t have, especially when you’re already engaged to someone. True love? Friendship? Likeness? Crush? All of these leave you in awe when you get stuck between two people. When mistakenly you commit your life to a wrong person and fall for the right one, you’re left in a fix and the only thing left to do is leave it to fate.

Matapos masaksihan ni Ezrah ang pagkamatay ng kaniyang kasintahan sa harapan niya mismo ay wala siyang nagawa kundi ang mag tago sa farm na ipinamana sa kanya ng yumaong mga magulang para lang takasan ang masasamang loob na nais rin siyang kitlan ng buhay. Nang akala niya ay magiging ligtas na siya sa lugar na pinagtataguan niya ay tsaka naman dumating ang isang misteryosong lalaki sa buhay niya. shot and severely beaten. Ganyan ang kalagayan ng nag hihingalong lalaki na bigla nalang lumitaw sa harap ng pintuan niya. At dahil nga sariwa Pa sa ala-ala niya ang pagkawala ng nobyo ay tinangka niya itong itaboy at tanggihang tulungan. Akmang pagsasarhan na sana niya ito ng pintuan nang bigla itong humandusay sa harap niya. Labag man sa kalooban niya ay wala siyang nagawa kundi tulungan at gamutin ang binata. Noong una ay pinilit niya itong itaboy pero bigo siya. Sa halip ay nag kasundo silang doon muna manatili ang lalaki kapalit ng pagtulong nito sa gawain sa farm. At sa araw araw na nakasama niya ang binata ay hindi niya maalis ang takot na nararamdaman niya sa katauhan nito, ngunit sa Kabila ng takot na iyon ay natangpuan Pa rin niya ang sarili na unti unting nahuhulog sa estranghero. Pero paano nga ba niya magagawang tuluyang mahulog at mag tiwala sa binata gayong wala siyang alam sa katauhan nito? At ano nga ba ang sikreto sa likod ng misteryoso niyang pagkatao? May kinalaman kaya ito sa nakaraan ng dalaga? Aksidente nga lang ba talagang napadpad roon ang binata? O may dahilan ito kung bakit gusto niyang manatili roon?

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

My husband doesn't touch me on our wedding night. He claims he's too tired and asks me to wait. Then, he sneaks into the basement in the wee hours of each night. Whenever he returns, he needs to shower to wash away an indescribable smell. I ask him what he does down there, and he tells me he works out. Why would anyone work out in the middle of the night? I can't take it anymore. One night, I decide to sneak into the basement to see what's going on down there. He chases after me and grabs my pajamas, roaring, "Come back up here! I'll divorce you if you step foot down there!"