“MATE!” Marion screamed excitedly. “Oh my gosh, Jimmy is our mate!” I was excited; happy even that this was the grande present the moon goddess had in store for me. This out- of- a- fairytale concept that was about to turn my life around for good but--- “I Jimmy Flicher of the Night gazer pack hereby reject you, Anna Jenson as my mate” My dream, my hopes were all shattered in that moment there and then. The moment of shock only lasted for just a short while before I felt a great and unbearable. Clenching to my chest as I slowly fell to the ground, I watched as jimmy turned away from me without unfeeling, leaving me alone by the doorstep. I gasped as I struggled to make my way back to father but it was to no avail. I’d given up all will to struggle back to my feet and remain on the ground but a loud sound; like a Vaseline crashing to the ground behind me jolted me up. On getting to my feet and looking back, I saw father on the floor. Adding two and two together, I knew he must have seen Jimmy reject me and that had caused him to pass out. I’d immediately rushed over to his side, shaking him fervently, imagining the worst. “Father! Father, wake up!” But he didn’t budge and with that, I was left with no choice than to call the ambulance which brings me to how I got to this hospital. Today was my birthday, the day Jimmy rejected me, the day father passed out from shock, the day I would never forget in my life.
View MoreEpilogueAnna’s POV:We were married for two and a half years. I lived with the brothers and our kids in one house, while Nicole and Lucas had their own homes nearby. I had a son with Cadel, a daughter with Cameroon, and was expecting a baby with Carson.But when the time came for the baby to arrive, something went wrong. The brothers waited outside the medical center, worried. Carson, especially, looked really concerned. An hour later, we got the sad news that the baby didn't make it. Carson couldn't hold back his pain and let out a howl of sorrow.Carson was devastated for months after we lost the baby. Cadel and Cameroon allowed us the time and space to heal. They didn't mind that I was spending more time with Carson than them. They didn't even mind that they had to look after the kids most of the time. Nicole did help us out a lot with looking after her nephew and niece. Slowly, Carson and I found comfort in each other's company. After a while, our intimacy rekindled, and I soon
Anna's POV:After a few days, things started getting back to normal. We buried or burned all the bodies, and the werewolves worked together to fix the buildings wrecked in the fight. We had busy days, but evenings were filled with parties, bringing a lot of harmony to the pack.As we were getting ready for another night of fun and drinks, the brothers all came to my door and asked me to join them in the living room."So, Anna, now that we've dealt with our adversary, we wanted to... I mean-" Carson began.Cadel jumped in, "What Carson is trying to say is we've agreed among ourselves that you can pick one of us to be your mate, and the other two will back off with no hard feelings.""Really?" I threw the question at all of them."Yes, for real, Anna," Cameroon replied. I took a moment, looking at each of them, and then a smile played on my lips. "Well, I pick all of you," I declared.The brothers exchanged surprised glances before Carson chuckled. "Seriously? You want all three of us?
Cadel’s POV:"Son of a bitch," I said, feeling frustrated. We were at the pack’s medical center entrance, and it was bad. Thirteen of our best healers had been killed in a really awful way."I've been saying it from the start," Carson declared. "I kept insisting we needed to take out Arnold, but everyone dismissed me as hot-tempered. 'Carson, you're too impulsive,' they said. 'Carson this! Carson that!' Now, see the consequences. And, by the way, our war strategy is completely messed up.”No one interrupted Carson's rant; he had every right to. How did I miss this? Why did I spare Arnold?"It's not your fault, Cadel," Anna reassured as if she sensed the storm brewing inside me."But it is," I countered."Anna, it's our fault," Cameroon chimed in. "However, dwelling on that won't help. Carson, since our battle strategy is compromised, let's devise a new one—a surprise to catch the Blackmoon pack off guard.”“Like what?” Carson asked. "I've been considering," Nicole suggested. "What if
Carson's POV:After a tough training session, everyone went to bed tired, but I couldn't sleep. I slipped out unnoticed and broke into a run to the forest where I shifted into my wolf form. The moon casted a silvery glow lighting up the path but the tall trees and shrubs dimmed its intensity for brightness. My wolf has been warning me that something bad was about to happen, maybe linked to the upcoming war. It didn't make sense, though, since everyone knew about the war. My wolf instincts kept tingling, making me wonder what could possibly be wrong.Though I staged a convincing display for my siblings, aligning myself with their plan on how to handle Arnold, my distrust of him remained steadfast. Nothing could sway my conviction against placing trust in Arnold. All that talk about peace and breaking the cycle of violence was just a game. Letting himself get beaten up was an even bigger trick. Arnold must be planning something, something that will surprise everyone. But not me—I'm watc
Cameroon’s POV:The training ground churned with dust as all the able bodied male werewolves in our pack clashed in an intense battle. My gaze fixed on Lucas, who skillfully seized a werewolf attempting a sneak attack, throttling him before slamming him to the ground. I couldn't help but offer a slow, appreciative clap."Impressive," I remarked, removing my shirt. "Now, let's see how you fare against me.”Lucas grinned, his eyes glinting with confidence. "You're on, Alpha Cam," he replied, readying himself for our impending clash.As we circled each other, the tension in the air flared up with anticipation. The sounds of growls and snarls from the ongoing werewolf skirmishes provided a rhythmic backdrop to our impending duel.In a synchronized nod, Lucas and I surged forward, the air alive with the impact of fists meeting flesh. His jab feigned left, then shot upward, crashing into my chin with a resounding thud. I countered, unleashing a powerful blow to his stomach in response. With
Cadel's POV:The tension in the dungeon was clear as day as Carson extended his claws, a warning to the elder, Ross. I stepped forward, attempting to diffuse the situation."Carson, we need him to report back to Zeus," I stated firmly, gesturing for him to retract his claws.Carson hesitated for a moment before retracting his claws. The guards restrained Ross, preventing any further attempts to resist. "Now, let's proceed with our plan. Arnold, your father's unwillingness to surrender has left us with no option," I explained, keeping my tone steady.Arnold sighed, seemingly resigned to his fate. "Are you trying to talk me into my death? Just get it over with.""In about a minute," I assured him.Cameroon chimed in, "Your father pushed us to this point. We aimed to avoid bloodshed, but if your death is the only way to grab his attention, then so be it."A guard opened the cell, retrieved Arnold, and we moved outside the dungeon. Carson proposed, "Let's not make it dull—give him a fig
Anna's POVThe next day started quietly at the packhouse after all the chaos from yesterday. Carson hadn't returned home last night after the fight, although he did see us when we were taking Arnold back to the dungeon. I was both annoyed and worried about him.As I walked around, people whispered and gave me strange looks, as if I had something to do with what happened last night. Maybe I did, I thought. If I hadn't talked to Arnold, maybe Carson wouldn't have been so angry.Carson's argument caused problems, and everyone in the pack seemed uneasy. They whispered and looked at us with suspicion. It's understandable; what happened the day before shook our group.Cadel, who usually tries to keep things calm, acted like everything was normal, but you could tell from people's faces that there was a problem between the alpha brothers.Nicole also looked worried, dealing with the aftermath of Carson's behavior.In an effort to bring back a sense of normalcy, Cadel called for a pack meeting
Carson's POV:Firstly, I want to make it clear that I didn't appreciate Anna entering the room and engaging in conversation with that mother fucker. It bothered me deeply that she was being cordial to someone I considered an enemy.But what could I do? It's not like my brothers would watch me impose my feelings on her, making it challenging to dictate her actions. That was the problem when you and your brothers agreed to share one mate, there was no complete authority. I knew it was always going to be a problem for me not having complete control over Anna, which was why I wanted to suggest a fighting competition and whoever emerged victorious would have her all to himself. My wolf had vehemently disagreed, sensing that I would be defeated. "Anna, could you ask Arnold to join us?" I overheard Cadel, and my attention heightened instantly."Anna, I seriously prefer you not going into his room," I countered. "Since it was your idea to have him here, Cadel, why don't you call her yourse
Cameroon’s POV:The moon's gentle radiance guided us, casting a silvery hue. The scent of damp earth surrounded us as we neared the dungeon, creating a musty aroma. Gravel crunched beneath our steps. In the distance, wolf howls echoed through the night.Turning left, the dungeon emerged, its iron doors sealed, guarded by four gatekeepers. Dim lanterns flickered, casting an eerie glow on the entrance and corridor leading to the cells. The air grew heavier, laden with foreboding. As we arrived, the gatekeepers saluted, fists to chests, and firm stomps echoed. Their eyes glinted in the lantern light.Nicole waited at the threshold, eyes reflecting curiosity and concern. In the muted light, her features softened, yet the tension in her stance hinted at seriousness."Cameroon, Cadel," she began, gaze shifting, "why did Arnold end up at the house instead of the dungeon? What's going on?""Relax, there's a purpose," I replied. "Arnold's not the enemy; we've decided to treat him better. We're
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