I wiped the blood from my nose as he picked up the call immediately.
"Daisy?"
The voice on the other end spoke for a few minutes. His face grew paler with each passing second as he ended the call, then immediately rushed to his room.
"Ares!" I called after him multiple times, but he was already gone without even a glance in my direction.
Struggling to my feet, I managed to get up. Soon after, Ares descended the stairs with a bag in his hands and hurriedly left the pack house. His face was ashen, as if he'd seen a ghost.
I wasn't sure what was happening or what news he had received, but one thing was crystal clear: Daisy would always be his top priority, eve
~Milli~The world spun around me in a whirl of chaos."Uncle… please… Wake up!" My voice trembled as I struggled against the grip that was crushing my neck.Panic clawed at my chest as his hold tightened, making it hard to breathe. His eyes blazed with a furious red, like he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. Those burning eyes felt like they were seeing right through me, as if he saw a stranger in my place.Blackness edged my vision, my strength waning. His grip was a vise, threatening to snap my neck any moment. Just as I teetered on the edge of losing consciousness, Marcus appeared out of nowhere. With a swift move, he wrapped his arms around my uncle's neck and yanked him ba
Prologue All I could smell was the scent of sex. Everywhere I looked, bodies twisted and writhed in pleasure, moans filling the air. Heart pounding, I ran, the sound of footsteps growing closer, chasing me. The trees came alive, their branches resembling snakes, swiftly closing in on me. One branch ensnared my leg, coiling around me, rendering me motionless as I fell into the mud. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips… Then, a soft touch wrapped around my waist, a whisper brushed against my ear. "You shouldn't have run." I turned my head, locking eyes with Marcus. Another hand grasped my face, turning it towards an angelic face I couldn't forget. "Choose me," he murmured, his lips hovering inches away from mine. “She is mine." Derek's voice cut through the air as he positioned himself between my legs, his lips tracing a path up my inner thigh, inching closer. I trembled, my breath catching, anticipation coursing through my veins. Before I could react, another fa
Holy. Fucking. Shit. When he pulled back, I stared at him, gobsmacked. This was not normal ‘alpha- member’ behaviour. What in the holy hell was going on? I didn’t have to wait long. He told it to me straight out. Too bluntly for my little brain to grasp at once. “I want you to sleep with me as payback.” I stared at him. My mouth hanging open in a shocking silence. Holy mother shitballs. Eventually, I managed to whisper, “You must have lost your mind.” He kept staring at me, wordless. His hand went into my hair and with a gentle pull he tilted my head back again. “You are not serious! You can’t do this to me! We are not doing that!” “Why not?” He was calm as a peach, one of his hands was tangled in my hair and the other arm was wrapped around my waist. His hand rested on my waist like we did little flirtings before bed every night of our lives. “I am not attracted to you. You are more like an older brother to me.” “Is that why you took half naked, almost inappropriate ph
I realised I was in trouble at that point, and a sense of panic washed over me. Tremors ran through my body as I cautiously shifted my gaze, trying to avoid direct eye contact with him. Instead, my eyes drifted past him, landing on the intimidating figures standing behind him. Alpha Ares, tall and imposing, leaned casually against the wall, his strong frame supported by the unyielding surface. The two other men that stood next to him, dressed in sleek, all-black clothes, had their eyes pinned to me. My attention was immediately drawn to the first man’s mesmerising green eyes and the intricate tattoo that adorned his muscular arms. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, adding to his enigmatic appeal. Derek Ray. There was a smirk on his face. After all, he was the first one who had branded me as a ‘stalker’ and now he was probably smacking a ‘see, I was absolutely right’ across my face with his eyes. Standing next to him was a man with a thin but very visible scar across hi
Marcus and I appeared on the screen. And then the video cut to him slapping the plate across my face. The video played on a loop, mocking me for challenging an alpha like a damn fool. His cruel words echoed through the hall, seeping into my very core once again. My legs shook beneath me, and I could feel the weight of humiliation settling upon me once again. I had barely set foot in this pack, and already I had become a target for mockery. My heart pounded so hard that I got dizzy. The anxiety, the panic taking over my senses. He had to do it to show me who ruled? To show me that I should know my place and never challenge him…? That fucking bastard. That god damn bastard! My fingers clenched around the railing of the stairs, my vision getting blurred with fury. He had the audacity to humiliate me, to dump food on my face. He didn’t even know me, yet he acted as if he had the right to control me. He had no right! I stormed right inside the pack hall, my entire body shaking
I left the hospital room and returned to my own bedroom. First, I called Uncle Hector and Nyx one after the other, informing them that I was out of danger and shared the details of my punishment. The next day, I had devised a plan to attend all my classes, using them as an excuse to spend at least twelve hours of the day away from Alpha Marcus. And after that, it is going to be what? Like four hours when he asks me to do random shit for him? That was okay. I could tolerate three hours for two weeks. So, happy as a button, I walked to my first class with a spring in my step. And then that happiness went poof in the air the very second I entered the classroom. Alpha Marcus stood before me with his hands in his packets, his hips leaning against the table. And there were whispers echoing in the entire hall by the shell shocked boys and girls who had never even got to see him face to face ever before, let alone in their classroom so closely. Marcus's head turned in my direction the
“Aw… ahh…..” I flinched and then whimpered, trying to push him away. But he grabbed the other side of my throat with his palm, restricting my movement, and licked over the spot with his tongue, soothing the burn. He then bit that spot again. “Goddd…” I whimpered again, my voice shaking terribly, but he rolled his tongue on the skin before pulling back from me. With a gaze filled with pride, he stared at the spot he had bitten with his teeth. His eyes then met mine again, his tongue licking his lips with a starved look in his eyes. I gulped hard, trying to shake off the cloud he had cast over me. It felt almost impossible to regain my composure, but I gathered my resolve and shook my head at him, pushing against his presence. "Back off now. Enough," I whispered, my voice hoarse and trembling. He did step back, but his heated gaze remained locked onto me. Leaning against the edge of the table with his hip, he crossed his arms over his chest. I slid down from the table on my shaky
“This doesn’t feel right. Get out. Come and sit next to me.” He replied blankly. Oh for the love of fucking god! This man and his neverending tantrums! “What is your problem? You want me to sit in the front or you don't want me to sit in the front? Why do you keep changing your mind?!” Ares was staring at me with a shocked gaze. His eyes then slid to Marcus as he muttered, “Don’t you dare attack her.” Marcus’ jaw clenched so tight, that I was scared he was going to reach out, grab me by my collar and drag me to the front. But instead, he turned in his seat to look at me directly, and gritted out, “Sit. In. The. Front. Fucking. Seat!” He growled again. “You are so damn childish.” I gritted under my breath as I got off. “Dare you repeat that?” His threatening growl followed my back. Ignoring it, I got in the front seat next to him and we drove off. I was not comfortable initiating any type of conversation with any of them. With Marcus, because, well, he is Marcus. And with Ares,