They say the day a mother gives birth is like unlocking a treasure chest of infinite wonders. Each precious moment sparkles with the uniqueness of a new life, making it a day as extraordinary as the universe itself. My mother always told me that I was her greatest gift.
"Look at her, George," my mother murmured, her voice a melody of affection. "Our little Rebecca, a gift from the heavens.""She's perfect," my father declared, his eyes locking onto me. In that moment, everything felt just right. After a decade of hoping and waiting, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, but not just any baby their baby, their precious child. Things were finally taking a turn in their favor.But joy is often fleeting, as we were about to discover.His footsteps reverberated through the hallway, each resonating thud announcing his impending arrival. The echoes weren't just in the hallway but in the hearts of those within."Such a beautiful baby," he remarked with a smirk, his voice a chilling melody that shattered the serenity we had so briefly savored. George, my father, tightened his grip on my mother in a protective reflex, meeting his gaze with silent defiance."You know I always liked you, Commander," he continued, his words dripping with perverse amusement. "And the Heavens decided to bless you by making us a family." The mockery in his tone sent shivers down our collective spines, the realization of an unholy alliance tightening its grip on our joy.Summoning a flicker of courage, my father stepped forward, desperation etched in his eyes. "Darius, she's just a child," he pleaded, his voice carrying the weight of a father's desperate entreaty.Darius, feigning surprise, opened his eyes wide, a façade of innocence. "I would never hurt a child, especially the one destined to bring an heir to my son," he declared, his gaze shifting between me and my mother. But beneath the veneer of false reassurance, a sinister truth lingered.Drawing closer, Darius leaned in, his voice a venomous whisper clawing at my father's senses. "But you know a prophecy is a prophecy, and I will come back for her. I do hope you give her to me. I would hate to slash that beautiful throat of yours and Linda.... in law," he hissed, the subtle threat hanging heavy in the air. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to my mother with a bright smile on his face. "Congratulations, Linda," and with that, he was gone. leaving the room steeped in tension.***The soft sand filled my legs as I ran around on the playground my favorite place to be. The sounds of birds and the laughter of children always made me feel safe. I turned around, and there stood my mother, watching me play. She smiled and waved, and I reciprocated. It was my sixth birthday, and my parents had planned a fun-filled day for me."Becca, come, let's play on the swings!" my friend exclaimed, pulling me towards the swing set.While my friends played on the swings, a man approached, holding a captivating flower. It had a rare, beautiful black color. I accepted it with a smile, and the stranger pointed ahead. There, a tall man stood with a powerful aura. He smiled at me. I couldn't explain the uneasy feeling that washed over me, but the sight of him made me shiver in fear.I quickly sought out my mother. "Mum, Mum look at this," I said, showing her the unique flower. "Where did you get this from?" she asked as she examined the flower."A very handsome man gave it to me.""And who could that be? I've never..." Suddenly, realization struck my mother. She looked at me, attempting to compose herself, but I could see right through her. "Honey, I need you to take me to this man."I gave her a gentle nod and led her to where the stranger had been, but to my greatest surprise, he was gone. "He was just right here," I murmured.My mum swiftly picked me up, and we rushed into the car. I wondered why we had to leave so unexpectedly. Tousling on my bed, I awoke from a sleep filled with uneasy dreams. The dim glow of the moonlight seeped through my bedroom window, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The creaky floorboards beneath my feet groaned softly as I navigated my way to the kitchen.However, my journey came to an abrupt halt as my ears caught the strains of my mother's worried voice. It echoed through the quiet darkness, each word etched with a palpable sense of concern. In the living room, she paced with restless energy."We have to get out of here," she declared, her words hanging heavy in the air."Running won't solve this, Linda," my dad's voice resonated, a counterpoint to the tense atmosphere.The weight of the situation pressed on my mother, and frustration painted her face as she exclaimed, "Then what do we do? Do you expect me to watch and do nothing?""Of course not! Do you think I don't wake up scared that our precious baby would be gone? Every damn day is a nightmare for me. But if we run, he's gonna come for us, and he's gonna kill us. I can't let that happen," my dad confessed, his footsteps carrying him to my mother as he embraced her in a soft hug."I can't lose her, George. I can't," she whispered, her words barely audible.Unable to contain my emotions, I approached, and tears flowed down my eyes. The room seemed to tighten around us, suffused with the weight of an impending storm. Though young, I sensed that something was irrevocably wrong.Seeing me, my parents quickly rushed, enveloping me in a hug that sought to shield and reassure. "I'm sorry, baby... don't cry about anything. Everything's fine," my mum said, attempting to soothe me. Yet, even at that tender age, I discerned the echoes of falsehood in her words."I won't let anything happen to you," my dad promised, his voice a beacon of reassurance in the encroaching darkness. "You're safe with us.""No, no, no," Lola, my best friend, barged into the room as I lay on my bed. "What are you wearing?" she asked."My pajamas," I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow."Come on, Becca, it's your 18th birthday. You can't mope around all day doing nothing." Lola wasn't taking no for an answer, and today, of all days, I was not in the mood for a celebration.I wasn't a fan of birthdays; they felt more like ticking time bombs. It wasn't like anything special would happen. As my birthday approached, it drew nearer to the day I met my fate. Dread lingered, but I wasn't scared. I had trained all my life for this moment, and I couldn't wait to stab Sebastian straight in the heart.Lola, undeterred by my gloomy disposition, held up two different dresses. "This or this?"I sighed, reluctantly lifting my head. "Lola, you know I hate parties.""Yeah, but you're going to love this one. Unlike your other birthdays, you should go out sometimes and have fun. So, no excuse you are going out.""She's
The air hung heavy as I drove away from the party. Deep down, I knew this was a terrible idea. I should have stayed indoors, perhaps focused on training or delving into research to find a way to end the werewolves. However, against my better judgment, I succumbed to Lola's insistence. It wasn't her fault; I couldn't blame her. It was all the werewolves' fault, and that's precisely why I had to put an end to this. Clenching the steering wheel, I accelerated into the city, heading towards the one place that offered solace – home.Upon arriving, I slipped into the house but froze at the sound of my mom's gentle sobs."I'm sorry; I promised I wasn't going to cry," she confessed, wiping away her tears."It's okay, honey," my dad consoled her. "We have to be strong for her."My chest felt constricted, as if I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let them see me in this vulnerable state. Quietly, I slipped away, stumbling upon something as I did. Looking up, I sighed in relief that my parents hadn't
The room pulsed with its usual energy as Bas locked eyes with me. His gaze met mine, the ambient light casting a haunting glow on the surroundings and intensifying the tension in the air. This was the first time I stood face-to-face with the infamous Bas. I had always fantasized about this day, envisioning it ending with a bullet in his heart. Yet, here I stood, rendered hopeless and submissive to his grip a reality I detested."Do you plan on pinning me like this?" I challenged, gritting my teeth. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, amplifying the discomfort of our proximity.He held his ground, staring deep into my eyes. The undeniable resemblance to Darius became apparent in his tousled black hair, possibly disheveled from a restless night. His piercing gray eyes hinted at hidden depths and met mine. The way his body pressed against mine left no room for doubt about his perfectly sculpted figure. Despite the external admiration he effortlessly garnered, the complexitie
Bas POV"Is there something you'd like to share with me?" I inquired, my gaze probing Roger's eyes for any hidden truths. "Just the usual, nothing new," he replied, his voice carrying an undercurrent of fear that clung to the air like an unspoken secret. It was a haunting reminder of my father's teachings, instilling in us the belief that we were superior beings, predators navigating a world meant for prey."You know I won't lie to you," Roger stammered, his eyes reflecting the fear that words failed to convey. A supposed leader of humans, he fidgeted in our presence, a puppet whose strings were pulled by a force stronger than himself."What a weakling," Austin scoffed, his disdain evident as he nodded in reluctant agreement that Roger might indeed be telling the truth."We should report to the alpha," I subtly nodded, acknowledging the unspoken decision."Nice chatting, Mr. President," Austin said with a mocking toneAs we left the room, her father stood at the entrance, his gaze mee
Bas povThe hushed murmurs of whispers filled the room, their voices barely audible as they exchanged curious glances and furtive whispers. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and stifling like a heavy blanket draped over us all. We had been gathered here to resolve a matter, one that my father had deemed necessary to handle personally. But I knew that if he were to get involved, blood would inevitably be spilled. As I stepped out everywhere became silent all eyes on me waiting for my next move." You must all be wondering why we are hear" I said." I do not intend to delay it so I will go straight to the point.I took a step forward slowly walking amongst them as I spoke" We are a pack. And as a pack, we are bound by loyalty and honor to protect and preserve our pack at all costs. But then I find out that there is someone who wishes to go against my order as your future alpha."Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, each person casting suspicious glances at their comrades
Becca POVMemories of the forest flashed through my mind, filling me with a sense of longing and desire. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, the way the sunlight danced off of his glistening chest, and the taste of sweat as it trickled down his stomach. I slammed my head on my desk in frustration. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I get him off nu mind? This was all his fault if only I could wipe that smug look off his face.Ugggghhh " You okay? You've been off ever since you left the woods" Ravi said as he sat beside me" No I haven't," I said in defence. " Yes, you have.. You keep spacing out." Had I really been acting so strangely? I tried to brush it off, pretending like everything was fine. "It's nothing, Ravi. Just a lot on my mind lately," I muttered, avoiding his gaze. Bas wasn't worth talking about. Ravi's brow creased with deep concern as he shook his head. "Are you sure nothing else happened in the woods?" His eyes searched mine, probing for any hint of
Becca POV.The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow charade.How could we easily forget the way these monsters came and took over everything from us leaving us in fear every day and let's not forget the stupid prophecy that has taken away many innocent bloods.."This is going to be mine and Carter's first official date at the Haven's Feast," Lola excla
Becca's Pov Gently treading down the stairs, I glance up to see my mother gazing at me with overflowing pride. Her eyes sparkle with joy and love as she takes in my appearance. "You look absolutely perfect," she exclaims, beaming at me. My heart swells with warmth and happiness at her words. "Thank you, mum," I reply, returning her smile with equal enthusiasm. My eyes wander over her, taking in every detail of her ensemble. She looks stunning in her sleeveless, black gown that hugs her figure in all the right places. "Wow, dad won't even recognize you," I tease, praising her beauty. She gives a playful twirl, showing off the flowing fabric of her dress. "Oh stop it with the compliments or we'll never make it out of here," she laughs. We step out into the cool night air, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating our path. Excitement bubbles within me as we make our way to the grand hall where the feast is being held. The rhythmic beat of music drifts through the air, growing louder