Katana Walking into the coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my nostrils. I made my way to the kitchen, saying hello to the barista expertly steaming milk. The kitchen was a hive of activity as usual, and I went straight to work but froze with unease when I heard Bella's familiar voice. Bella entered the coffee shop, oozing with smiles and warmth. My gaze shifted away, wrestling with conflict. My mom made me swear to stay away from Bella because she was a bad influence capable of leading me astray. But I knew that Bella was genuinely a good person who just wanted to have fun. But my mom comes first before Bella. She was my mother after all and knew what was best for me. Perhaps motherly instincts kicked in, and my mom already saw that our friendship was dead on arrival. All morning, I avoided Bella's friendly advances, staying on my own instead. While helping to wash the coffee beans, someone passed me a note. Hesitant to open it, I did after some minutes. “Did

Katana Angie's face flushed with fever, giving me extreme concern. Her dad wasn't home and had joined a friend in the neighboring pack for some car repairs. Worried about the little girl, I had to do something. “Mom,” I called over my shoulder. “Angela is burning up; we need to do something.” My mom remained unresponsive and refused to take immediate action. I noticed she didn't give a damn about the girl or even Kenneth, and sometimes I wondered why. “Did you hear me?” I repeated. “She needs help.” “I'm not a doctor, darling. What am I supposed to do?” “That's not nice, Mom,” I said, frowning. “Are we supposed to ignore the girl?” “She'll be fine,” she said nonchalantly. “Kids get sick all the time.” “Mum!” “Do whatever you want,” she snapped. “I have a headache.” Without wasting any more time, I reached out to Kenneth, dialing his number and getting frustrated that he wasn't picking up. He picked up after the third ring. “Angie is sick, and Mom isn't doing anything.” Ken

Kenneth My limbs shook with fear, and my heartbeat raced. I couldn't believe that this was happening; my hair lifted on my arms and the nape of my neck, and I knew that the game was over. If Damien was alone, he wouldn't have seen Katana, but the blonde woman standing beside him saw her before I could hide her. Damien approached us with slow and calculating steps. He trembled visibly at the sight of Katana. "What the fuck!" He growled. "Is this a dream?!" "Stay away from her… she… she's not…" "Katana, my love," he whispered, and Katana herself was stunned, not knowing what was going on. The other woman behind Damien stiffened and watched them while Katana recoiled and grabbed my arm. "Who is this? And why's he calling me Katana?" I trembled at the wild look in Damien's eyes and gripped Katana's hand. Every cell in my body fired up. "It's a mix-up," I whispered to her, and Damien blinked, confused, and his nostrils flared in rage. "Have you lost your mind?" He bellowed. "What

Damien Irene sat beside me at the Omega lounge and we stared at Katana who sat opposite us, seeming closed off and gripping a colorful pillow. My eyes followed her as she stared at the fireplace and the pictures of omegas on the wall. There was nothing we didn't do to make her react. Even the little pups ran around her trying to hug her but she ignored them and scowled as though they were the most disgusting things on the planet. After yelling and sobbing uncontrollably she began to pull out her hair and jerk away from anyone who tried to come closer to her. Irene wept, her eyes sore but the more she tried to come closer to her, the more Katana's hysteria grew. "Give her some time," Xena pleaded. "I think we're being too clingy and that will scare her off. Remember that none of us knows exactly what is happening to her." It was so devastating to watch the woman I loved reject me and glare at me with so much hatred and anger and her eyes. But it was even more saddening to see

Katana The cloud above looked so gloomy and unnatural. The moon hid under it with a dark glow, as if holding a secret. Even the birds were silent. Panic struck my bones, and I ran as fast as my feet could carry. I couldn't stop running… running from him. Why couldn't he leave me alone? Why did he want to kill me? My breaths came in short gasps as I ran further into the thick forest but yelped in pain when my right foot hit a tree trunk. Stupid tree! My sweaty hands fell on my arms, and I stopped to catch a breath, but a figure emerged from the shadows. It was him! His steps were slow as he approached me, holding a sword and grinning. "You can't hide from me forever. You're mine!" He was twice my size and had the strength of a lion. It would be impossible to outrun him. My heart thumped wildly, but I refused to back down. I ran deeper into the forest, but behind me, he chuckled like one playing video games. "Leave me alone!" "Come here, you belong to me." I heard my voice