* * * Nellie’s POV * * *From the punch to the erosion of self-esteem over time, domestic abuse can either come fast or act as a dimmer switch. Nellie was ashamed that she had never gotten out of her situation. It had almost killed her on several occasions. She was an emotionally dependent sort and had never been on her own before. But once you have kids, they are your priority. They have to be. You try to get out and make a new life, a better one, and become their role model. If you don't want your kids to put up with the same... neither can you... otherwise they most likely will... because people often subconsciously seek what they grew up with, even if it's harmful. That is why she had tried to escape over the years and that is why she had written for help from her parents. There were nights when she knew Max would lie in his bed listening to the sound of fighting. Her, his mother would shout and cry, begging to be released from this living hell, his father would begin laying int
* * * Selene’s POV * * * * * * 100 Years Ago * * * The sandy ground shakes beneath us as Hephaestus, Cora, and I, hide, crouched behind the large, jagged outcropping of rocks at the edge of the stairs to Olympus. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an enormous, black, fire-breathing horse thundering out of the tall and spiky reeds lining the castle—its muscles rippling in the light. A man cladded from head-to-toe in shiny golden armour rides on the beast’s back. The armour glints as he unsheathes his massive broadsword, and with a ululating war cry that makes me question my stance on this war, he charges into the fray. I don’t need to guess who he is; I know who he is; by his war cry, and he’s terrifying. Ares is riding out to battle to aid his brother Zeus.I stick my head around the rocks to risk a peek at what’s happening. I mean, a battle is going on—that much is obvious by the gathering of troops and the clanging of metal swords and shields. This battle is one of many in a war
* * * Morag’s POV * * * “I’m telling you sister; we have sat hiding in this damn cave for too long. We should be out there fighting, with every other race on this planet,” Jennifer tells me. I know she’s right. When the world and Gods had gone to war, I had led my clan into hiding. I was a coward. We’ve spent the last ten years hidden away here, only venturing into the cities if we need supplies. Being skilled in the art of magic means we have very little need to leave the cave. “The Gods know that I have the gift of foresight. What if they abduct me and use my gift to their advantage?” I ask her, it’s a genuine concern. “Well, why don’t you speak with your damn crystal ball and look into the future. I’m telling you Morag; I’m done hiding. I can’t live like this,” Trudy says. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve become a paranoid hermit and have led my sisters to a life of misery over the last ten years. “OK, I will try for a vision. Please place my candles and light them,” I tell t
* * * Eve’s POV * * *I can’t sleep, so I get up from bed and leave the tent. I can hear hushed voices in the distance. I follow the voices. “Alpha Luke, I know it’s you and your Luna who have birthed the child of prophecy. We must mate her to my son when she comes of age. It will make a strong alliance,” says a voice I don’t know.“No Alpha Charles. The Moon Goddess will pair our daughter with a mate worthy of her. When she is born, I think any future child of mine will be incredibly special indeed,” my Papa answers, as though I’m not already born.“Don’t take me for a fool, Alpha Luke. I know the child is born. Are you saying my son would be unworthy?” Alpha Charles says angrily. “Not at all. I have never met your son,” my Papa replies.“You will regret this, Alpha Luke,” the man says angrily, and walks away from Papa. Papa walks back towards the tents. I follow this strange man. He pulls a phone from his pocket: “Beta, summon my warriors and come to the Coral Lake pack. Alpha L
* * * Eve’s POV * * * “My name is Eve. I’m six years old. My mother was an Omega. I’m an orphan …” I’m rocking against the bark of the willow tree. “My name is Eve. I’m six years old. My mother was an Omega. I’m an orphan,” I repeat over and over again.Footsteps.People are coming.“My name is Eve. I’m six years old. My mother was an Omega. I’m an orphan,” my little voice says again. “Hey up, can you hear that?” A man’s voice questions.“Quiet man. There may still be some of those psychopathic pup-nappers around here. Are you trying to get us killed?” Another man says.“Stop, I hear a child.”“Then use your nose and find her. Imagine if we are the ones to find the child of prophecy, we will be heavily rewarded and live like kings.” “Arthur, this is an innocent child we’re talking about, stop thinking of yourself.” “Just find the child.”I hear the footsteps get louder and push my back against the tree trunk, trying to be invisible. I’m hidden inside the trunk of an old tree. It’s
* * * Alpha Charles’s POV * * *“Alpha, the Luna isn’t going to be pleased with us bringing in waifs and strays,” my Beta Ralph tells me.“I don’t give a flying fuck if she’s pleased or not. My Luna will do as she’s told. She isn’t my fated mate and so her thoughts and feelings mean very little to me. She has served her purpose by providing me with an heir with strong bloodlines.” “The financial impact on the pack for feeding and clothing these bastards over the years will be significant,” he says.“If one of them are the wolf of the prophecy, the financial reward will be greater,” I tell him.“Why don’t you see if you recognise any of them, sir,” he suggests. I know what he’s thinking, if there’s any we can rule them out now, we should just kill them and save ourselves the hassle they will bring during the years to come. He has a point. “It’s worth a try,” I agree. I follow Ralph to the van he’s stored the brats in and analyse the features of each of the girls. None of them seem e
* * * Eve’s POV * * * “Who are you?” A girl with black hair asks me.“I’m Eve. I’m an orphaned Omega.”“Are you sure you’re from here? I know all the cubs in the Coral Lake pack and I don’t know you. You must be a Mystic Moon member.”“I don’t know. I was in the woods and the men took me.”“It’s okay. I’ll look after you. My name is Elsie.” “Thank you, Elsie.” All the girls in the back of this van tell me their names and how old they are. Some are eight years old. Some are 14, and others are somewhere in between. The nasty Alpha has been asking them if they are the child of prophecy, he wants the child. They all promise each other that if one of them is the child he wants, they will keep the secret. They don’t want the nasty Alpha to take the prophecy child. “Blindfold and cuff them until we return to the back,” the Beta orders the others and then follows his Alpha.The nice man Walter climbs into the van and apologises to us before he cuffs our arms to the sides of the van and pu
* * * Alpha Charles’s POV * * * * * Four Years After the Betrayal * * I’ve spent years looking over these damn maps. The child has to be out there somewhere, but no matter where I search, I always come home empty handed. ‘Perhaps if you allowed us to spend time with our mate, you wouldn’t feel this way,’ David tells me.‘Enough with this shit. I don’t want our mate, when will you ever learn?’‘Never. Someone is coming.’ The sound of someone knocking at my door has me looking up from my desk. “Yes!” I call out.The door edges open and Ralph peeks around the frame, “Sorry to interrupt you, may I come in, Alpha?” He asks.“Yes, of course,” I answer. I don’t want him disturbing me, but I know I’m lucky to have a Beta who does as he’s told without questions asked.“Is there anywhere else to search?” He asks when he notices the maps on the desk as he approaches.“A few places, perhaps. What is the purpose of your visit?”“Sir, I’ve come to discuss the she-wolves that we brought back from