I couldn’t answer his question. What do I want? More than anything, I want to live. I want to belong. I want to be in charge of my own life, which is something I’ve never really done.With Dane, I can explore a lot of things and in the last few months, his intentions have been noble. And despite my uneasiness and the other side of me warning me to stay away, he has been true and firm with me.I cannot hide my attraction to him, and I had zero control whenever he was around. I’d call how I feel around him the proof that he is my mate if I didn’t know better. Alphas don’t get mated to just anyone. The moon goddess design it and it has always been. Alpha, have always found their mates amongst the strongest bloodlines, whether human or non-human. Last I checked, my bloodline possess nothing like power. My father was a runaway werewolf and my mother a human. And despite turning twenty in a few months, I st

On our way back to Beverly Hill, Dane and I talked about what we both wanted and while he wanted to declare me as his mate, I wanted to keep our relationship a secret, at least until the end of the trial. I also told him I didn’t want him tampering with the process of the trial. I expressed wanting to win based on my merits and if I didn’t win, I’d know that I did my best at least.  Dane was reluctant when I laid my cards on the table, he told me he had harboured how he felt and watch from a corner for so long and didn’t want to do it again, but I reminded him that two weeks wasn’t as long as he thought.  He agreed and nodded, sealing my lips once more with a deep and mind-shattering kiss before pulling away. He mumbled, an ‘I love you’ while placing his head against mine and I think I do too, but didn’t say it back.  Dane was understanding, maybe even more than I expected. I learnt a lot about male wolves and their tendency to be domin

When the bus came to a stop before the passage that lead into the woods, we thought it had developed some mechanical issues that needed to be resolved. Not until Hunter announced our arrival at the trial location did I know.“Welcome to your third day on your eight weeks of trial. I will be your supervisor,” Liam announces, stepping up before us with his hands tucked behind him. He has black leather, long sleeve jacket on a pair of black Jeans. His head, unlike before, bald of hair and now thinking about it, looks good on him. The first time I saw him was many weeks ago during the recruitment period and I didn’t expect to see him here. Seeing him now makes me wonder how today’s training would go. He looks like the no-nonsense type of guy and the woods is a no-nonsense type of place.I already feel cold and I’m sure not the only one.“In the last few weeks and under the leadership of Avril, Ian, Joodas and Sam, you

I wake up from bed with a slightly puffy face, but clinging to what lies ahead, I rise from bed and spruce it. Today is the last day of the trial. In order words, the top three will get picked and the one with the best performance would be the winner of the trial. I’ve had dreams about the winners of the trial and in all my dreams, though I didn’t grasp the names mentioned, it wasn’t my name.  Well, today will clarify everything.  The top five others, except they decline, will receive induction into the Rogue pack (which is one of the city’s most feared and respected packs). They will also receive scholarships to study at the University of their choice, while the top three will get a position at the company to work and earn even while they further their studies. The overall best will get to choose their desired position at the company. I glance at myself once more in the mirror. I am wearing a turtlenecked blouse and black trousers. My hair

Arriving at the company, we make our way in just as we always do and my eyes dart to the side and I catch Ace not so far away staring at me with a smile on his face. He waves at me, realising I’ve seen him. I wave back but do it in a subtle manner to not bring attention of the rest four and nod my head at him before entering the building.  The trial of each began and the rest of us wait outside the evaluation room. Each trial takes a minimum of twenty minutes, which is the time Indian spent with the judges and the maximum of forty-five minutes, which is the time Quinton spent with the judges.  Once it’s lunch time, they release us to go for break. Those who have had their trial, Quinton, India and Caroline ate separately from those who haven’t, Ken and me. We get served stake and plantain with sauce and orange juice, and while Ken eats heartily, I can’t. Our relationship has remained the same with less awkwardness despite Ken's revelation about his