Brocks point of view-Suddenly it hit me, and I'm pretty sure Stephanie forgot too. I can't hear what they're saying, and they can't hear me. The only person we can hear is Stephanie. So why were those idiots giving me the stink eye?"Stephanie, seriously, what's the deal to get us out of this mess?" I said, trying not to set off my mate. She was clearly getting a kick out of all this, but I was clueless as to where she was going with it.As I plopped back down in my seat, I surveyed the scene before me. The bustling crowd moved in a flurry of motion; their figures illuminated by the glow of the hologram. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as I watched people sauntering by behind the mesmerizing display. Their varied outfits and styles painted a vibrant tapestry of humanity.Among them, my eyes caught a glimpse of a woman, her silhouette resembling that of Stephanie from the back. I observed her long, flowing blonde locks cascading down her shoulders, just like Stephanie's. The way
Brock’s Point of View – When Stephanie started listing her conditions for letting us go, I would've happily agreed to prance around in a tutu with a crown on my head. After all, wolves hate being stuck in a caged environment, and we were born to roam free. I just needed Stephanie to set us free so I could come up with a fitting punishment for my mate. My wolf loved the idea and was filling my head with all sorts of naughty thoughts. I yelled at him, "Not helping, pal!" As my eyes locked onto the villain, gun pressed brutally into the side of the human's rib cage, a surge of dread washed over me. It was clear as day—Stephanie would hurl herself into the fray, compelled by her reckless illusion of invincibility. That girl needed to shed her delusion of being an untouchable, solitary force in this world. Freed at last from the confining grip of my makeshift prison, urgency clawed at my chest. "Linda!” I bellowed, my voice cracking with anxiety, “Which coffee shop is she at
Brocks Point of View-Dr. Mildred was already there, her eyebrows furrowing, not at the situation at hand, but at the peculiar scene of a potential alpha wolf apologizing to an unconscious woman as if she could admonish him for being too rough."Put her down here, gently!" Dr. Mildred instructed as she guided the gurney beside me.I obliged, taking all measures to secure Stephanie's ease, but as the doctor attempted to dismiss me, a fierce protectiveness surged within me. She was my mate, and the primal beast within—my wolf—threatened to unleash havoc, adamant that we are not torn from the side of our destined Luna.Dr. Mildred exhaled loudly, her gaze flickering between the nervous interns peeping through the door and the hulking alpha male before her, whose eyes sparkled with undue intensity. "Fine," she said, pressing a hand to her temple. "You can stay, but only if you behave. This is
Alpha Yadiel -- My voice thundered through the chamber, echoing off the stone walls. "What is this Rogue?" I demanded, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. "What happened to the team I entrusted to you? And where is the Captain?" I loomed over the rogue, my eyes burning with fury. The quivering figure fell to his knees, head hung low in shame before me. "Why have you brought this pitiful human, instead of Alpha Lexington's daughter, Stephanie?" My words hung heavy in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of my disappointment and disdain. Rogue— Trembling with terror and the imminent threat of death, I could feel the weight of Alpha Yadiel's disdain for incompetence bearing down on me. I was the last rogue or vampire remaining from our once formidable team, and I had no doubt that he would make a chilling example of me. As I struggled to find my words, the fear of my impending fate choked the breath from my lungs. I had brought the wrong woman—this woman was not the on
Melody -Each fleeting glimpse I caught of him stirred the sleeping embers of our history—a friendship birthed in the heady days of high school, where he had once been a rogue and his wolf had haunting red eyes, which were now intense in his wolf form.Our bond had been laced with illicit whispers and stolen kisses in shadowed corners; stolen moments that now weighed heavily on a conscience I hadn't realized was so burdened.Now, as I shed the layers of my past along with my clothes, my transformation into my wolf Sariah was a metamorphosis of more than just flesh. She embodied the wild joy of freedom, yet at this moment, she became the embodiment of my inner turmoil—a vocal reminder chiding me against revisiting a flame that had no right to burn any longer.Her presence was at once a liberation and a vexation, goading me with the truth I tried to ignore. It's not merely about informing an old flame that the future has been irreversibly altered. I had found my mate, my destined other.
Bart and I rose in unison, a maneuvering so familiar it was almost instinctive. He inclined toward me, his lips beckoning a kiss, a silent pact we had honored countless times before. Enveloped in his warm embrace, I was hit by an avalanche of conflicting emotions. My heart, a traitor to my conscience, whispered longings I thought I had buried deep. As I teetered on the brink of succumbing, a sudden awareness clawed at me, urging me to retreat. But it was too late—my hesitation was shattered as Uncle Brock, fueled by a thunderstorm of rage, catapulted Bart from me, his hands unforgiving as he pummeled Bart's face while he lay on the ground.My screams tore through the chaos, primal and laden with a betrayal that anchored in my throat. “Stop!” I yelled, my fists beating against Uncle Brock's broad back in desperation. Each blow was a silent scream of the inner turmoil that raged within me—my loyalty to my family clashing with the remnants of affection for Bart.Amid the frenzy, I caught
Brocks point of view -- I couldn't stand the fact I wasn't at the hospital with my mate. Soon, that little brat would experience the full extent of an Alpha's wrath. I racked my brain, trying to place his lineage, and then it hit me—he was from an Alpha bloodline. Tragically, Yadiel's father had slaughtered their entire pack. Only a handful escaped the massacre, including a few from the Alpha's own family. Those survivors turned rogue, but my father gave them sanctuary. They had been fugitives for roughly a year when my father had encountered them and took them under the packs wing. Exhaling deeply, I gestured for everyone to take a seat around the table in my office. Despite her overzealous nature, I allowed my niece to remain and take a seat as well. As I massaged my temples, the pressing question loomed over me: Why was this young man surveilling my mate in the hospital? If he refuses to divulge the truth, I'm prepared to detain him in the cells. My niece's inevitable tantrum won
Brocks Point of View:I weighed his words, the unease in my chest unwinding slightly. He had a point; the timing was a bit too convenient to be just coincidence. “And what’s the price for this… ‘investment’ you’re talking about?” I asked. Behind Rylan’s nonchalance, there had to be a catch.He leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “We both know Yadiel’s a common enemy, and right now, I need pack strength. I need… sanctuary.”A murmur of shock rippled through wolves at my table. Offering sanctuary to a rogue wasn't unheard of, but it was an invitation riddled with risks.Alpha Brock was now on his feet, his expression hard. “You want refuge in our territory?" Alpha Brock's voice was incredulous, like he'd been asked to babysit a porcupine.Rylan didn't break stride. "I want more than refuge," he said. "I want to join your pack."The room erupted into chaos. Chairs scraped against the floor, growls mingled with snarls, and my head began to throb with the beginnings of a