Mia's PovIt was the official girls day out. So Anastasia, Julia and I were on our trip to the mall. The mall was a kaleidoscope of colors, an ever-shifting maze of shops and people. I could feel the energy humming in the air, a buzz of excitement that seemed to fuel our marathon shopping spree. Julia was in her element, flitting from store to store with the grace of a seasoned professional. Anastasia, on the other hand, was starting to flag, her usual spark dimming as the hours wore on."Guys, can we please take a break?" Anastasia's voice cracked slightly, betraying her fatigue. Her normally composed demeanor was slipping, and I could see the sheen of sweat on her forehead. “I'll fuckign pass out of hunger if we don't.”Julia turned to her with a sympathetic smile, but there was a determined gleam in her eye. "Just one more store, Anastasia. There's this dress I've been dying to try on, and then we can have lunch. I promise."I nodded in agreement, although I felt a twinge of guilt.
Mia's Pov When I came to my senses, I was lying on a cold, hard surface. My head throbbed, and my body felt sluggish, as if weighed down by an invisible force. I tried to move, but my limbs were restrained. Panic surged through me, and I struggled against the bindings, my mind racing."Julia? Anastasia?" My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper."Over here," came Julia's voice, equally weak but reassuringly close. "We're all here."I turned my head, wincing at the pain that shot through my neck. The dim light revealed that Julia and Anastasia were both tied to the grey, cold walls with silver chains. Their faces were pale but determined. I could see the frustration in their eyes, knowing that the silver chains were preventing them from transforming into their wolves."Where are we?" Anastasia asked, her eyes darting around the small, bare room."I don't know," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But we need to stay calm and figure out a way out of here."Unlike Julia and
Mia's Pov "We need to move fast," Anastasia said, rubbing her wrists. "They'll be back any minute."Together, we approached the door. I pressed my ear against it, listening for any sounds outside. The corridor seemed quiet, but we couldn't afford to be careless."On three," I whispered. "One, two, three."We burst through the door, adrenaline pumping through our veins. The corridor was dimly lit and empty, but we knew that our captors wouldn't be far."Which way?" Julia asked, glancing around."Left," I said, remembering the direction the figures had come from. "Let's go."We moved quickly and silently, our senses on high alert. Every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat, every sound made us jump. But we pressed on, determined to escape.Finally, we reached another door. I pushed it open, revealing a stairwell leading up. "This must be the way out," I said, hope rising in my chest.We climbed the stairs, our footsteps echoing in the confined space. As we reached the top, we were
Author's POV In the moonlit shadows of the enemy's territory, she waited patiently, crouched low behind a dense thicket of bushes, as she observed her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in short puffs, she positioned her arm to make her move. This was yet another chance to prove to her dad that she would never let him down. Her sleek, black attire blended seamlessly with the night, making her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital objective: capture the she-wolf sauntering at a distance from her. The chilling howl of the wind was drowned out by the distant growls of the creature she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, steadying her racing heart. Every muscle in her lithe frame coiled with anticipation. Mia's gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of her specialized tranquilizer dart gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only
Author's POVMia, her heart pounding with adrenaline, dragged the captured she-wolf, also the daughter of the Gamma of the Red Moon pack, into her father's presence. The she-wolf's eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance as she stood before Balthazar, Mia's father. "Father," Mia said with a determined tone, "I've brought her." Her father, his gaze unwavering, assessed the captive before him. The tension in the air was palpable. "Very well, my sweet daughter." Balthazar smirked, his voice unwavering. "We can finally exact our revenge and send a message to the Red Moon pack. They'll regret the day they crossed our paths. Take her," he signaled to one of the guards. Mia nodded in understanding, losing her grip and handing over the captive to the guard. This was just the beginning of their retaliation against the Red Moon pack, and Mia was determined to see it through to the end. "What happens next, dad?" Mia took a step closer to Balthazar. "Now we wait for them. And then ruin ever
Christian's POV"Ahhh!" I screamed, turning my whole room upside down. The rage within me burned with such intensity that I had no clue what I was doing. Finally, the last piece of bedroom that was still intact was soon broken into two. My favorite couch. Everything on my dresser was smashed and broken on the ground after I had swept it off, clean from it. My recliner was upside down, maybe there were even two or three holes in the wall. Why?The answer was my mate, who was currently passed out and caged in the rogue dungeons. My heart was beating at an unexplainable rhythm that I knew was ready to break free from the restraints of my ribcage.This was not how I imagined my first time meeting my mate. Although the experience was nothing less than magical—her beauty, her fiery hair, her aura, her skills! Everything was beyond expectations. She was perfect. Just pure perfection. The only thing I got unlucky with was that she was our enemy. She is the daughter of Alpha Dominic's and our p
MiaI sat in the corner of the cell, racking my brain over and over, coming up with ideas to get out of this place. But guess where it always ended up? Exactly nowhere. There were like two guards right outside the cell and I'm sure a number of them were guarding the main doors of the dungeon. There were absolutely no windows that I could break to get out. Only a narrow horizontal open space on the ceiling of not more than four inches and one foot horizontally long that could hardly get my one arm out even if I tried to reach it. But those two were covered with grills and were doing a pathetic job of ventilation. If these people were ever late for killing their prisoners for more than a day or two, I'm pretty sure they would already be dead thanks to absolute no-air-zone. I don't know if these werewolves breathe on something else. But at least I was still a human and needed more than enough oxygen to stay alive. Let's not forget I was also starving because the last thing I ate was tha
ChristianI released the breath that was threatening to choke me. I have never experienced anything harder than trying not to pounce on my mate with her scent trapped in my lungs. The restraint I had to put myself on was a first experience for me. What scared me more was how I was supposed to control myself in the future now that I had her around. I didn't know what the future held for us, what my fate was supposed to be. But I did know that I couldn't survive without her. For long at least. I had to make her mine. I had to do something to get her on our side. She just had to. My luck was hard considering she was not a werewolf, so she wasn't ready to accept the bond despite knowing what it could make us werewolves feel. But I had to fight. I will fight for her. I will go against anyone who tries to take her away. I have waited for a long time now. This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of o