Graduation arrives faster than I can imagine, and the sense of relief and joy that washes over me is indescribable. After taking pictures with Bee to commemorate the moment, I make my way to the car, eager to begin the next chapter of my life. As I approach, I feel a gentle tug on my hand, and to my surprise, I find Alex standing there, his hand outstretched towards me. Without hesitation, I intertwine my fingers with his, feeling a rush of warmth and excitement coursing through me. It's a simple gesture, yet it holds so much significance, especially in front of people we both know. The sight of us walking hand in hand fills me with a sense of happiness and contentment I haven't felt in a long time.Arriving at the parking lot, I spot Alice and Alex’s brother standing by two cars. It's evident that they were waiting for us so we could all leave together to attend the party at the Sky Packhouse to celebrate the graduation of werewolves. Despite Alice

ALEX I console Alice as she cries, her tear-streaked face a heartbreaking sight. She just begged me to reject Hannah and take her back, but I couldn't comply, and she knew why already. Plus, I've accepted what our relationship has become. “Please reconsider, Alex. Please, I love you,” she pleads, her grip tightening on my wrist as she gazes at me through her wet lashes. “Alice,” I say softly, placing my hand on her shoulders. “I love you, but I can't. I have obligations to my pack, and I've already explained the other reasons.” “It's so sad. This is something I've always admired about you. Your dedication to your pack, and now it's being used against me,” she says, her voice tinged with bitterness as she lets out a hollow laugh. “Ironic,” she adds, shaking her head. I offer her a tight smile, though inside, my heart aches at the sorrow in her eyes. “Hannah is one lucky she-wolf,” she mutters before turning away, tears streaming down her face. My shoulders slump as I watch her go.

My eyes flutter open, and I find myself in a dimly lit room, the heavy scent of rouge wolf permeating the air like a suffocating fog, sending a shiver down my spine. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, damp and cold to the touch, with patches of moss clinging to the crevices. Confusion grips me as I struggle to piece together how I ended up here. I sit up from the cold, unforgiving floor and scan my surroundings. My eyes widen as I catch sight of Alice in the next cell over, her face swollen and tear-stained. Fear tightens its grip around my chest as realization dawns on me: we've been kidnapped by rogues. They must have used Alice as bait to lure me to the lake, making our capture easier. The sinking feeling in my stomach deepens as I recall the dangers that come with being in the hands of rogues. It's not uncommon for them to use kidnapped pack members as bargaining chips, demanding ransom or making other demands that often lead to dir

"You want me to sign a contract agreeing to divorce you when the two packs have stabilized and that our divorce won’t affect it. This is some kind of joke, right?" Alex’s voice drips with sarcasm as he enters my room in the silver pack. I spin around, meeting his gaze head-on. "No, it’s not."Alex stared at me in disbelief. "You can't be serious. After everything we've been through, you will just walk away?" I fold my arms, holding firm. "The contract is for the good of both packs. Once they're stabilized, it's best we go our separate ways.""Best for who?" Alex shouts. "Did you ever stop to consider if I would also want this?"I turn away, bitterness welling up inside. I picture Alex picking Alice instead of me. "Please sign the contract," I said coldly. “Our engagement ceremony is barely days away. No, I won’t."I release a deep breath, my gaze locked onto Alex. The weight of my request hangs heavy between us, the tensi

She glides out of bed with a deliberate, tantalizing sway in her step, each movement stirring an inferno of desire within me. Her touch ignites a wildfire as she stands before me, her nails tracing a scorching path down my chest until they halt at my waist. In an electrifying surge of boldness, she slips her hand into my pants, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. "Someone's hard already," she purrs, her teasing words laced with a potent allure as she teases me through my boxers. I seize her hands, locking eyes with her in a desperate attempt to halt her actions before we do something she will regret tomorrow morning. "Wait..." I manage to choke out, my voice thick with longing, but she silences my protest with a seductive stroke, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. "Don't worry, mate. I will take care of you tonight," she reassures me, her voice a sultry whisper as she lowers herself to her knees, her