River POV;After a forty minutes ride, I finally arrived at Caroline's house where she and her son waited for me by the door. I have always dreamt of a house like hers or even bigger. My sister Caroline, or Caro as I prefer to call her, is a very complicated yet wonderful person. After our mother died eleven years ago, she took care of herself and me, got us to medical school, and supported me financially throughout the way. She also managed to find the love of her life, something I would probably never find, and they together have the most beautiful child in the world, Leon. Looking at me and my sister, no one could figure that we were siblings or even related. She took all the Scandinavian genes for herself, pretty ash blonde hair, clear blue eyes like the color of the sky on a spring day, and very light skin. She was perfect or this could be due to my parents skipping on printing in the color of course. On the other side, I inherited a mix of Scandinavian and Egyptian genes lea
River POV;*Trigger warning*By 7 am I awoke to my phone still banging because of Lucas. I swear to God, this boy is going to regret that. He kept arguing, pleading, and begging through the messages the whole night. I stretched my tired arms and looked at the mess around me in my room. My room was a complete mess, I never had the time to clean during the week as it was chaotic at work. This needed to be handled before my session with Lucas by the night. I hardly dragged myself out of bed and immediately started cleaning. Shortly after, I enjoyed my breakfast at the same time as I prepared meals for the week. I always had difficulties doing one thing at a time, it had to be more than one thing for me to focus. I know it sounds unrealistic for many people but not for me. By noon, I was already done with housework which gave me time to enjoy some self-care and prepare for my session later this night. I took my sweet time picking an outfit, should it be the wild Catwoman? Or maybe the
River POV;Weeks at this hospital are so alike. I could swear that even the patients repeat themselves in some mysterious way. Some weeks are more eventful and interesting than others but still the same somehow. Last week was odd though taking into consideration that I may have encountered a human trafficker, meaning the man in the Prada shoes. I couldn't keep them off my mind during the whole week. Also, I could not help but wonder if he would show up today for the follow-up I recommended. In a desperate attempt to calm my mind, I took some run rounds over the week past the company with the boat logo to check them up. Nothing was off, but I still felt odd energy coming from there. The workers were always so discrete. Almost all of them were men which was very unusual in 2022, especially in a country like Sweden and a town like Stockholm. By 7 pm in the on-call room, my pager went off telling me to head to the reception. In doctor’s law and also in Sophia's law, when a pager goes
Alexander POV;The road to my house was pure torture. I didn’t know what got into me. My first transformation was when I was eighteen and since then I have been well-trained to control my transformation and my nature as a werewolf by building a relationship with my wolf, Atlas. Tonight, I lost control over him, but the bigger issue was that a human saw me almost fully transformed into a wolf. Atlas refused to tell me why he did it, the bastard. He could have his moments, but this was way too crazy and reckless even for him. He has been silent ever since it happened and blocked himself out of reach.Our pack law stated clearly that I must kill her to avoid exposure, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not only the pack law, but the shadow council of the supernaturals of Sweden was also quite clear about this law. The only way to save a human from being killed was to transform them into a supernatural and even this could be dangerous because how do we guarantee they wouldn't expose us
Alexander POV;I rushed to the hall when the guards told me that my uncle, Marcus, had arrived. Entering the room, I couldn’t help but notice how old my uncle looked like compared to how he looked only a year ago. He aged so quickly. His wrinkles were more defined, and his back arched more. Yet, he kept his light brown hair well-dressed, and his clear green eyes kept their glance. Green eyes were a family trait. All males in my bloodline had green eyes. "I missed you so much, it feels like ages since I saw you last time," I said hugging him. "I missed you too, nephew," he replied while hugging me back. "Tell me why you summoned me by Alpha order, I am a little worried and you know I don't like being at the pack house," he said looking at me. I knew he didn't like being her. That was why I never insisted he would come. I had to summon him by alpha order when he declined Robert's call several times. I went to my liquor fridge and poured whiskey into two glasses. I gave one to my uncl
River POV; ‘I am going to burn this place down to the ground when I get out of here’ was the only sentence that kept repeating in my mind. Being in a dungeon, dominated by men, and treated like a slave drove me up the wall. I was furious and could literally kill them all if I got the chance. A few hours went by. I think it was about midnight when I heard someone opening the door. First, I saw Stephan coming in followed by Robert. They pulled a chair each and sat down facing me. "Do you think it's true?" Stephan asks Robert. "Well, I hope so! I have absolutely no desire to die now, I am too young and handsome to die," Robert said with a grin on his face. Minutes after, an old man entered the room. He looked at me and smiled. This doesn't make any sense. Why are they gathered here and surprisedly in a good mood? Are they going to eat me, I wonder. Alex entered the room lastly looking at me. The man looked so delicious I could devour him, but he was unfortunately my captor,
Alexander POV;My men locked me in my wolf form in my bedroom since last night. I awoke to find myself naked on the floor and exhausted. Atlas was nowhere calm yesterday. All he wanted was to go back to his mate in the dungeons. I kept fighting him over power the whole night until both of us lost to sleep. I pulled on my robe before heading for the conference room where I felt Robert calling me from through the sound wave recognition. I held the handle of the conference room door, but I stopped before twisting it when I felt that many of the pack members were inside. I could feel all of them through the sound waves recognition. I tied my robe and secured the tie before twisting the handle and stepping inside. Once inside, I saw that the highest ranks of the pack members were inside standing around the huge oval table at the center of the room. All were cheering, some even started congratulating me and others hugged me. Stephan noticed my confused face and said "we are proud of you b
Alexander POV; By the next morning, almost twenty hours after my men moved River to the western bedroom, I started to worry about her. She was too quiet for being River. She nearly destroyed the painting of the walls the other day when she fought Robert using only her voice. I swear that I could see my dear walls getting cracked under the impact of her voice cussing at Robert. I learned that she was not a quiet person at all. I figured out she might be asleep, but 18 hours were too much, she can't be that comfortable, right? I decided to go check on her only to stop outside her door questioning whether to talk to her or not. Atlas didn't want me to reject her. She was his mate after all, a much-needed one for that matter. After everything that was happening and my deteriorating status, I knew that I was running out of time but how do I explain a mate bond to a human? Even I didn't believe in it until two days ago. I started questioning if I really wanted to reject her. It wasn't ju