In the Storm Pack, Alessia found herself the target of Dion's anger.It all started when Dion summoned Alessia to his office. The air was thick with tension as Alessia entered, her usual air of confidence momentarily shaken.Dion fixed her with a stern gaze. "Alessia, why haven't you ordered the pack's school equipment?"Alessia struggled to find her words as she stumbled like a cat in an unexpected downpour. "Equipment, huh? I did not know that was my responsibility."Dion's irritation was palpable. He leant forward, his eyes narrowing. "Alessia, take your duties seriously. I don't want to be bothered about the pack's daily affairs.""I will take care of it, my alpha." She said it with forced tears in her eyes. "I am trying my best, Dion. It's difficult."Dion looked more annoyed. "I understand it may not be easy, Alessia, but as a deputy, Luna, you must learn to handle your responsibilities efficiently. The pack relies on you to ensure everything runs smoothly."Alessia's frustratio
Kiana -I enjoyed working at the antique shop. Mr. Thompson was delightful to work with and had a vast knowledge of antiques. He always took the time to explain the history and significance of each item, making every day a fascinating learning experience. It was also the time when I could be myself, away from my messed-up life."My Thomson, can I leave early today?" I asked the old man."Sure, dear. Do you have a date?"I chuckled at Mr. Thompson's assumption. "Not exactly, just dinner." Lucas had invited me for dinner, and I couldn't refuse."Ah, to be young again. Enjoy." Mr. Thompson smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia. As I left the antique shop that evening, Lucas was waiting for me. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in my appearance. I felt a bit out of place in the sheath black dress borrowed from Meg."Wow, Anya, you look incredible," Lucas complimented, admiration clear in his voice.I mumbled a thank you. Lucas offered his arm, and I took it, curious abo
Lucas - As I watched Kiana depart for her room, a smirk played on my lips. How long, I wondered, would she continue this charade? I reached for my phone, dialing the number of my beta."James," I greeted as the call connected, "I need you to find out why Dion's men are in Springdale. Something doesn't add up, and I want to know what's really going on."James, well aware of my intuition, replied, "Sure thing, Lucas. I'll get on it right away. Are there any specific leads or just a general enquiry?"I lean back, pondering the possibilities. "I don't want to draw unnecessary attention; just find out what they have been up to."When James arrived at my office, his voice was filled with urgency."Lucas, you won't believe what I found. Dion's men are indeed in Springdale, but they're not here for a routine mission. They are actively searching for someone."My instincts sharpened. "Who are they looking for?""It seems they're hunting for a woman named Kiana. Looks like Dion's mate left him,
Kiana -"Anya Flahtry," I said, staring into the man's kind eyes. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "Pleasure to meet you."I tried to hide a smile. No one had ever done that to me before."Speaking of pleasure, are you the new girl who has taken my grandson's fancy?"I chuckled, It's nothing like that. I am just a pack member whom he took in.""Then say no more."I smiled up at Paul and wondered why I had never seen him before."I am retired, and now I serve the council," he said as if reading my mind. He had a kind and gentle aura about him, which made me feel instantly at ease. Old Alphas usually became council members, and I vaguely remembered that whispering shadow's Alpha was on the council. Fortunately, I had never visited the council meetings with Dion; otherwise, he would have recognised me immediately."I met my wife on a night like this," he said with a light chuckle. Then he sighed. I could tell he was thinking about her. "It was the year 1900, and
Kiana - I turned away from Lucas and walked towards the pack house; that was until I collided headfirst with Meg and Mara."Hey there, escapist!" Meg greeted me with a grin that hinted she was drunk.I was surprised, so I tried to muster up a convincing excuse. "I am just tired.""Leaving so soon? Nonsense! The actual party is just getting started," Mara declared."And you can't leave without a proper send-off!" Meg chimed in, mischief dancing in her intoxicated eyes.Meg leant in as if she were telling the party's biggest secret when she seemed sober despite being drunk. "Anya, sweetie, you can't leave without trying the pièce de résistance—our very own world-famous, special brew!""Lucas already told me about it." "Good, then you should at least try it.""Oh, no! No drinks, please." I shook my head, holding up my hands in protest. "It's not too strong, I swear." She slurred."Yeah, I can see that." I rolled my eyes.Meg's intoxicated eyes sparkled with excitement as she insisted,
Kiana - I stood there, my gaze meeting Lucas's intense eyes. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. A wolf, especially a member of a pack, couldn't defy the Alpha's question. The very essence of our society dictates unwavering allegiance to the pack leader. However, I was no ordinary wolf—I was an Alpha myself.I responded with a nervous laugh that cut through the tension like a swift breeze. It was a calculated move, a way to deflect his suspicion."If I had a mate, Alpha, do you really think I'd be wandering around as a rogue?" I asked, my voice holding a playful edge and my eyes glinting mischievously. My response was well thought out, a subtle act of defiance wrapped in humour. Surprisingly, Lucas cracked a smile."Fair point, Anya," he said, his tone holding warmth. "I suppose I should have known better. Perhaps you are just tired. Go get some rest." His words were unexpected, and a sense of relief washed over me. It seemed that my calculated response had worked in
Dion - I endured a night of restless tossing in his frigid bed, haunted by memories of her faint scent. An array of unsettling thoughts raced through my mind: What if she never returned?With the sun finally cresting over the horizon, I rose, feeling fatigued and irritable. After a steaming shower, I confronted my worn reflection in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes with heavy bags beneath them, sunken and hollow skin—but most concerning of all, a lack of vitality in my gaze.The prospect of an eternity without her seemed unbearable. Tears streamed down my face as I envisioned a lengthy, desolate existence devoid of her presence. Clutching my chest, I felt my heartache as it fragmented into countless pieces. I now understood the madness that gripped those who lost their life companions.Brushing away the tears, I sensed my wolf.He yearned for her—for her to come back and answer all my questions. Why did she decide to run away from us?'She was not our mate!" I put aside my wolf and tried t
DionUnder the moonlight sky, Gary and I patrolled the edges of our area, looking for any signs of someone trying to intrude. The air was filled with excitement as we moved purposefully around the edge. The night held its secrets.My sharp eyes picked up on small changes in the leaves that could mean someone was breaking in. I was confused because there was no smell in the air—not even the faintest hint of an animal. It seemed like the invaders were gone for good.Turning to Gary, I voiced my concern. "Gary, something's off. Signs of intrusion, but no scent. No trace. Like they were never here."Gary nodded thoughtfully. "I agree, Dion. It's unusual. We need to double the border patrol and keep an eye out for any further disturbances."But my mind was focused on problems in my personal life.