Chapter 51Amelia's povWith all the bitterness in my heart, I slammed my fist against the cage, the echo bouncing off the stone walls of the abandoned mine shaft. My knuckles throbbed from it, a dull ache that mirrored the burning rage in my chest. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decay, a stench that mirrored the putrid emotions swirling within her.I couldn't believe what I just heard as I wondered why I was getting to hear that just now since it happened.This wasn't the life I envisioned for myself. I wasn't ready to have to face the world all on my own and being forced to watch my mother wither away in a freaking red den. I felt my vibrant spirit now being reduced to a hollow echo. It was all because of her. I thought as I glared at the girl in the cage. Leila! She was my stepsister. Every was because of her.I wondered what was so special about her that my mother was being traded for. I remembered hearing the news. It felt as though life shattered. My plans!

Chapter 53Leila's povApproaching cautiously, I peered through the bars and gasped. Standing before me was not just my stepsister, Sophia, but one of my enemies. One I never asked for. She had strikingly similar features, but a gaze that held no familiarity. A surge of confusion washed over me, followed by a sense of unease that gnawed within my soul.Memories came flooding back in disjointed fragments. My father's unwavering adoration for Amelia, his warm smile always replaced with cold indifference when it came to me. The thought of it struck her like a bolt from the blue as I gazed at Amelia deeply.I was very curious and needed answers to all my questions. "I just asked you a question. Please answer me. Amelia, how are you related to the rogue? Why are you here? How Amelia?" I asked the young girl like me who was staring like looks could kill.She turned to look into my eyes, smirking as she scanned me up to down. "you know you are just a puppet. A fool you know nothing just lik

Chapter 55Antonio's povAs the crimson rays of dawn pierced through the canopy, casting an ethereal glow upon the ancient forest, I emerged from my slumber, my senses heightened and my body still trembling with the remnants of the night's debauchery. As always, my day began with the same ritual. The predatory dance with multiple willing she-wolves, each eager to earn my fleeting attention.Yet, despite the allure and the intoxicating scent of their submission, I harbored no shred of compassion or respect for these women who had given themselves to me. To me, they were mere objects, vessels for my pleasure, to be discarded and forgotten as soon as his primal needs were met.With a cruel twist of my lips, I summoned the first of my conquests, a young she-wolf named Anne. Her eyes sparkled with hope and adoration, believing that she had found favor in my sight. But as our bodies intertwined, my demeanor changed. My caresses became rough and forceful, my whispered compliments transformed

Chapter 57Antonio's povI went to visit my captive as I see to unleash a plan I had in mind. Since I had managed to escape from my feelings of wanting to have her, I could do other things calmly but that didn't change the fact that she would never leave my mind until I am done and satisfied.****The wind lashed around me, pricking my face with icy needles. I stood atop a craggy peak, the world sprawling beneath me like a tapestry of snow and ice. My breath formed white wisps in the frigid atmosphere, each exhale a testament to my relentless training. For months, I had endured the harshest conditions, pushing my body and mind to the pack's limits. I had become a shadow, a whisper in the wilderness, blending seamlessly into the cold, unforgiving landscape.I wasn't born a rogue. He was once part of a strong Pack, one of the most formidable wolf pack in the region. But I was also a wolf ostracized, branded an outcast for my insatiable curiosity. The storm pack held the very essence of

Chapter 59Antonio's povThe air around us crackled with tension in the dimly lit tavern. A dozen figures huddled around a table, our faces dimmed by shadows cast by flashing candlelight. I leaned forward, my voice a low growl."We’ve been watching them for some time," I rasped, my words punctuated by the clinking of mugs. "Their patrols are not predictable neither are their defenses weak. The pack alpha, that pompous fool, looks really focused on his newest prize. I just hope we get a good chance."My men around the table stirred, a low murmur rippling through their ranks.My warriors were outcasts, rejected and cast from their packs for various offenses only to become a rogue pack with a reputation for audacity and ruthlessness. Their leader was none other than me. I was the highest in having a cunning mind and a thirst for vengeance against the Pack that had exiled me."But how do we get past the perimeter?" someone asked, his voice hesitant. "Their sentries are vigilant." another