Theda POVA mix of emotions swirled within my mind—confusion, concern, and a growing desire to understand what he said. I pondered the possible reasons behind his secrecy, questioning whether it was to protect me from additional worry or if there were deeper motivations at play.Undeterred, I resolved to approach the situation with patience and empathy. I recognized that he might have his reasons for keeping things to himself, and I would respect his boundaries while sticking to my guts."Just sleep in another room for tonight, Theda, and…""No," I firmly said, inhaling. "I will go wait outside the room till he opens the door." I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm, stopping me."Theda, please do as I said.""No, I am sorry. It's not going to be good if he sleeps angry.""He is not going to get rid of it as easily as you think.""What?""Don't worry, I will talk to him tomorrow.""No. I will go talk him into opening the door and…""He won't.""I don't mind trying."Sensing my resolu

Tyler POV Not hesitating, Blake said, "You wrong Theda."Mentioning Theda's name against my warning caused a fierce and primitive rage to surge through my veins. My eyes narrowed, obviously glowing with a dangerous intensity as I focused my attention on Blake. His utterance had stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me which I was trying to control and not to explode."Don't, Blake" I growled, my voice laced with a raw intensity that would send shivers down the spines of anyone who would be around him. My warning was clear, a desperate plea for Blake to respect my wishes or heed my warning and avoid speaking about the painful subject that consumed his thoughts, Theda.But despite being aware of the potential consequences, Blake could not remain silent. His loyalty to me was unwavering, yet he probably felt a duty to intervene on behalf of Theda."I'm sorry, Tyler, but I have to talk about her," He stated, his voice firm but tinged with empathy. He knew the risk he was taking, but I k

Theda POV As I couldn't stop myself, I felt a profound sense of shock and disbelief upon hearing the Alpha's unexpected revelation about me staying outside the packhouse and residing in the dark room. The mention of the dark room triggered a flood of rumors and eerie stories I had heard about it, including claims of hauntings and other unsettling occurrences. I never anticipated that the Alpha would ever make such a decision and it left me reeling. As the shock settled in, my mind raced, trying to make sense of his outburst and declaration. I contemplated the possible reasons behind his actions, seeking to understand his motivations. The weight of uncertainty and confusion hung heavily on me. Meanwhile, Blake attempted to intervene and address the situation. However, his efforts were abruptly halted by Alpha Tyler, who prevented any further interference. Without offering any explanation or clarification, I watched him abruptly leave the room, leaving me and Blake behind. "Damn," Bl

Tyler POV I paced back and forth in my room, unable to shake off the restlessness that consumed me. The sight of Theda standing under the pouring rain had stirred something deep within me. Tyson, my wolf, a fierce and primal force, whined and growled inside me, urging me to go to her. The strange intense connection they shared intensified my agitation, making it difficult for him to keep my animal instincts in check. As I stared out the window, raindrops trickling down the glass, vivid images of her delicate form, drenched in the water's embrace, flashed through my mind. My heart raced, and a wave of desire washed over me. The need to protect and claim her as my own surged within me, threatening to break free from the restraints I had placed upon myself. Trying to regain control, I turned my attention to the mirror. I locked eyes with my own reflection, attempting to steady my breathing and clear my mind. The reflection revealed a man torn between his human façade and the untamed

Theda POV As I slowly opened my eyes, regaining my consciousness, I wondered who had saved me and took me out from the rain. I found my small frame curled up beneath the covers on top of a soft bed. As I managed to sit up on the bed, the door was opened and Blake walked in with a bowl of hot soup. "You're awake. Good. You need to have this soup now." He handed the bowl of soup over to me as he scanned my expression. As I held the bowl, its comforting aroma filled the room. Despite the nourishment before me, my thoughts were preoccupied with the events of the previous night. Then it struck me again. Who saved me? I looked around, noticing that I wasn't in my new room. "You're in the packhouse, Theda," he informed me. I nodded, observing my surroundings. "Beta Blake, were you the one that saved me last night?" I inquired, my voice soft and laced with curiosity. I longed to know the identity of the person who had carried my unconscious form out of the rain and into the safety o