《Caught Between Them》


 Alpha

    My day started pretty well this time except most of the customers wanted to sleep with me or feel me up, being a weak-willed person, it would have happened if my boss hadn¡¯t butted in to stop the overstepping customers.


    I sat now, serving two crude men, that talked too loudly and drank beers, one grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, I let out a small squeak knowing I was in for it today as my boss was not around, the man squeezed my butt and I cried out, he grinned.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t started yet, darling, let¡¯s do this somewhere private¡± he said.


    ¡°No please¡± I begged but the man stood and grabbed me, the other followed and they picked me up.


    ¡°Shut¡­¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡°I believe she has said no¡± a new voice said and we turned to see a tall muscr guy, he grinned mischievously, but that hinted on how dangerous he was, ¡°Drop her¡± his voice was deadly calm, I found myself staring at his handsome features, I stared at his gray eyes and I could have sworn I saw a sh of yellow in his eyes.


    ¡°Wrong choice of words bro¡± one of the men grabbing me said and dropped me unceremoniously to the ground, the handsome guy eyes were like flint but he smiled coldly.


    ¡°You¡¯ll regret that¡± he said calmly and the other men snarled at him, and pulled out knives and pointed them at the handsome young man.


    ¡°Mind your business, Sport, or you¡¯ll die painfully¡± one said and the dude with the gray eyes shrugged.


    ¡°And if I don¡¯t?¡± he smirked and the other men decided they have had enough, they charged for the man, the first one reached him, and stabbed at him with his knife, but the young man with the gray eyes dodged the blow with surprising speed and agility, he countered with a solid punch into the cretin stomach, and the unfortunate man was sent flying out of the restaurant into the streets, I blinked, who the hell could have that much power behind a fist, the other one stared at the gray-eyed man and fear nketed his eyes, he took one more terrified look and ran out.


    The man help me up, his eyes had switched from battle mode to warm and friendly.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    ¡°Am sorry I asked them to drop you, foolish of me¡± he apologized and I nodded.


    ¡°It¡¯s no problem thanks¡± I said, the guy studied me way to intently and he sniffed, he muttered something like ¡®Wolf¡¯ he stared at me once more and I could swear his eyes turned yellow for a moment before returning back to their normal gray, he forced a smile.


    ¡°Apologies, I am Logan¡± he said, and I smiled at him, starting to like him.


    ¡°Amelia¡± I said and he grinned at me.


    ¡°Should I call you Amy?¡± he said and my smiled widened, Reagan was the only one who called me that.


    ¡°If you want¡± I replied and he nodded, it looked like he wanted to tell me something.


    ¡°How much are you being paid here¡± he asked and I told him, he stood and smiled at me.


    ¡°I am gonna take you somewhere better and good for you, you are never gonna be poor again¡± he said.


    ¡°Now?¡± I asked surprised, it wasn¡¯t everyday I get someone who offers to get me rich quick. ¡°Where?¡± I asked and Logan grinned


    ¡°You¡¯ll see¡± Logan said.


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    We reached a cave and we ducked and I came to face a magnificent city, it was very modernized and everything here was mostly made of Gold, I watched fascinated as people trudged about but was shocked the most at a very far distance close to a forest, people shifted into wolves and I stared at Logan,prehension dawning on me.


    ¡°You aren¡¯t human are you?¡± I asked and Logan shook his head.


    ¡°I am a werewolf, this is an hidden city for werewolves¡± he said and I looked at him, my heart melting at seeing his yful smile.


    ¡°Why bring me here Logan¡± I asked and he stared at me, serious.


    ¡°I want you to be my mate, Amy, I have fallen for you ar first sighting say yes please¡± he begged and I was suddenly so happy. If Logan was proposing then I will be at the main source of attention and the happiest woman here, I smiled at him.


    ¡°Yes¡± I said, and Logan smiled


    Logan looked please and led me to a towering building that almost looked like the ¡®White House¡¯ werewolves guards stiffened to attention as Logan passed, it seemed as if Logan had some sort of rank, or could he be the¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Alpha!¡± A voice called, and i bristled, so Logan was an alpha, he acted so normal.


    ¡°Frost¡± Logan said grinning and I turned to see a young werewolf boy, he grinned at Logan.


    ¡°Hi uncle, I drew a picture of you,¡± he said, Logan smiled at him.


    ¡°I¡¯ll see the picture tomorrow huh?¡± Logan said and Frost nodded and jogged off, Logan crashed into a sofa smiling contentedly, he observed me as if I might disappear if he closed his eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be fine¡± I said when I saw his sleepy eyes and nodded and dozed, I whipped up breakfast and when I came back with steaming hot food, Logan was already awake. We ate in silence, our rtionship was growing but things were still pretty awkward.


    Logan wolfed down his food in minutes and smiled at me.


    ¡°It is customary for me to introduce a new member to the pack, so I am gonna introduce you tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°But I am not a werewolf, I am a human¡± I said and Logan raised a brow.


    ¡°That¡¯s not true, you have werewolf scent on you, Amy,¡± he said and I red at him, Whatever, right now I couldn¡¯t get enough of Logan handsome face, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, he held me close and deepened the kiss, then pulled away.


    The door opened and when I saw the person that walked in, I forgot Logan existed.

 Captured

    I woke up in Logan¡¯s arms the next morning but I didn¡¯t feel as content as I was earlier. Sure, Logan still made me happy and I can say I still have feelings for him but seeing that handsome dude walk in yesterday, just muddled me. Logan had introduced him as Brock, this Brock was so damn handsome, I found myself staring at his stormy green eyes. I had offered my hand but the handsome guy ignored it while Logan was kind and loving, Brock was withdrawn and cynical, he hadn¡¯t even nced my wayst night.


    I shifted from the sofa and Logan¡¯s eyes opened, he agilely jumped to his feet and put on a shirt, I stared in awe at his perfect body.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be out today, scouting, I¡¯ll leave Brock behind to give you a tour of the city, you can trust him¡± Logan said and kissed me goodbye and left, sighing, I wore a golden dress Logan had given me and stepped out. I met Brock standing outside, he looked irresistible, his dark hair was slicked to one side, his build was even more pronounced than that of Logan.


    ¡°Logan asked me to meet you¡± I said, he nodded and didn¡¯t say anything, his face was expressionless and he started walking away, I had to jog to catch him with him.


    ¡°Are you the beta of this pack?¡± I asked, trying to start a conversation, but as usual the dude ghosted me, I bristled inwardly. This dude was so cold and looked to be in his own world, but I couldn¡¯t help but be drawn towards him, he showed me around, I was too distracted to focus on what he was saying, instead I listened to the sounds of his deep baritone and when he wasn¡¯t looking, nce at his handsome face, I liked Logan in a way but Brock case was different I find myself wanting to know him more, but the guy was not even giving me room to even start a conversation.


    ¡°So, ever loved ady?¡± I blurted out and Brock turned to me, his green eyes were so cold I stumbled back, he sneered at me.


    ¡°It¡¯s none of your business¡± he snarled and walked off. Seriously! What was this guy¡¯s problem anyway? I jogged after him, and he turned back to re at me.


    ¡°Tour¡¯s over, go home¡± he growled and I stood where I was, staring into his eyes, they were ringed in yellow.


    ¡°Fine, but Logan said you should escort me home¡± I said, petnt and Brock looked furious at being trapped, fur erupted on his arms and I stepped back.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    ¡°Fine!¡± His voice was deeper as if two people were talking at once, he shook his head, ¡°Move along¡± he said and we trudged back up the hills leading to Logan¡¯s house, the splendor of the house still amazed me. Brock said nothing at all and if he hadn¡¯t spoken some words, I would have said he was dumb.


    We came to Logan¡¯s front door and he turned to go.


    ¡°Brock¡± I called and he froze and turned, his green eyes darkened and he scowled.


    ¡°What is it?¡± he said impatiently, and I stepped closer, he was so tall, even taller than Logan.


    ¡°It is nice meeting you, Brock¡± I whispered and surprise lit his features before his stoic mask fell back, he looked away.


    ¡°Thanks¡± he muttered like the word was bile, then he spun and leaped, as he leaped, he transformed into a huge ck wolf midair thennded gracefully on his paws and bounded into the woods, I stared at his torn clothes and picked a fabric. I inhaled, Brock smelled manly, I wanted to keep smelling his scent as long as I could.


    ¡°There you are¡± a voice said and I turned to see Logan, hands in pocket smiling, I hid my hands behind my back.


    ¡°Hey¡± I said and kissed him, while shoving the fabric into my back pocket, he smiled into the kiss and pulled away.


    ¡°Did Brock show you around?¡± Logan asked.


    ¡°He did¡± I confirmed and Logan smiled at me, I couldn¡¯t help but smile back.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind his cynical self, he had some issues when he was younger¡± Logan said, ¡°I am the only friend he has for now.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡± I said, no wonder the dude was so cynical, but he was also arrogant as hell, his roguish good looks seem to always draw me to him, when I am with it¡¯s like Logan ispletely wiped out from my memory


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if you are my soulmate Amy, but we¡¯ll find out on the mating ceremony, but I want you to know that from the first day I saw you I have fallen in love with you¡± Logan said and my heart soared, for an alpha, Logan was so sweet. I stared at his handsome face.


    ¡°I love you too, Logan¡± the words sounded weird in my mouth and I didn¡¯t feel okay saying them.


    ¡°Good¡± he said, he opened his mouth to say something when a lone howl rose into the night and other howls rang out, Logan stiffened and his eyes turned yellow, he roared in challenge and around us, Grimw werewolves came out of their homes with weapons of all kinds.


    ¡°What¡¯s happening?¡± I asked and Logan turned to me, his eyes still yellow.


    ¡°Invaders¡± his voice was impossibly deep, it scared me. ¡°Go inside Amelia¡± he said and I ran inside, I peered through the window to observe what was going on. I watched as a loud explosion startled Logan and he howled, an eerie, chilling sound and Grimw werewolves howled in response, Logan grabbed arge silver sword and roared, he looked terrifying, his yellow eyes had turned red and with a shout he ran towards the forest and thousands of Grimw werewolves followed suit, charging behind him. I watched from my vintage position to see the invaders charge at Logan and his pack and then with arge crash, they mmed into each other, I watched as Logan and Brock worked together it was so beautiful, Logan with his incredible strength disbanded warriors left and right, while Brock calmly cut down warriors, he seemed to have an aura around him, anytime an enemy came near, lightning bolts would drop incinerating the person.


    I stood in awe and shock as the battle raged on below, what have I gotten myself into. That was myst thought, before something mmed into the back of my head and I sunk into oblivion.

 Labyrinth Mode

    When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar building, the lights were too bright and I was tied to a chair, the room I was in was painted ck and red, a g was raised with the insignia of a wolf attacking another wolf.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    ¡°About time you woke¡± came a sinister voice and I raised my head to stare at a thin lean man, he looked calm but I could see the madness in his eyes.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you the chosen mate, well well, nice to meet you¡± he said.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you are talking about¡± I said and he grinned, his eyes turned yellow and he backhanded me, I cried out in pain, the blow stung. His eyes returned back to normal and he smiled as if nothing happened.


    ¡°Oops, my wolf doesn¡¯t like lies¡± he said and leaned closer, he sniffed. ¡°You aren¡¯t human yourself Amelia, are you¡± he said and I stared at him, first Logan now this creep, I waspletely human, right? Or was mom and dad¡­¡­¡­. no that can¡¯t be true and how did he know my name?.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know¡± I blurted out and in some way that was true, I didn¡¯t even know who I am again, ¡°Please I did nothing wrong release me¡± I begged and the man roared out inughter.


    ¡°You are my bait, Amy¡± he said and outrage filled me, how dare he? Only Logan and Reagan called me that, ¡°I want Logan killed, I know he wille for you or send his beta, that cold prick, Brock¡± he snarled


    ¡°You seem to know him well¡± I blurted out and chided myself, what was wrong with me? I am getting bolder these days. The man smiled and ran his hand along a long scar on the side of his face.


    ¡°Brock did this, the guy is way too powerful for a beta, anyways I¡¯ll kill whoever it is that tries to retrieve you, he turned to his guards and nodded and one raised a fist high and punched me, and as I sank into darkness I vowed to get my revenge on the bastard.


    _______________________________________


    I woke to someone pping me hard, I opened my eyes to see the bastard who had punched me earlier, he had a te of steak in his hand and a bottle of water. My stomach rumbled, I could have sworn that something inside me growled. The guy dropped the tray on the floor, and motioned with his head for me to eat, I raised my tied hands showing him I was bound.


    ¡°And so? Eat like the dog you are¡± he pulled me out of the chair and pushed my head to the food, i was hungry so I used my lips and teeth to eat, humiliated as the guys startedughing at me hysterically, that¡¯s when the atmosphere became charged then the rogue werewolves were sted back by lightning, A ck wolf charged in, and I recognized it as Brock in wolf form.


    Quick! jump on my back  his voice rang in my head, I raised my hands and showed him my bound hands, with one slice of his paws, I was free and I jumped on the huge wolf back and he took off, rms red to life and bullets rained everywhere, but Logan deftly dodged. I could feel his muscles working as he agilely dodged bullets. There was a loud explosion right behind us, and Brock increased his speed, he was so fast the movingndscape was a blur. We had left the building behind us when thendscape changed and shifted, the terrain moved like waves and Brock leaped over a huge rock that would have mmed into us, but before we could recover, a huge tree hit Brock and we went flying. I crashed hard into the ground, groaning I looked for Brock and saw him standing putting on a pair of jeans, I stared longer at his backside and blushed, how had he evennded on his feet, the guy was damn arrogant, he even left me to even fall, very callous.


    Thendscape had stopped shifting and changing, Brock put on a shirt, he stared ahead and muttered a curse. I walked up to him


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± I asked and he turned to me, his green eyes were fierce , like he was expecting a fight anytime.


    ¡°Labyrinth mode¡± he said curtly.


    ¡°Meaning?¡± I asked and he red at me, the wind blew his dark hair, making him more handsome and dashing, not what I needed to picture in my head right now, but my stupid brain refused to follow my mind. I stood, staring at him, waiting for an exnation then he finally sighed and sat on the floor floor


    ¡°They trapped us, the Quintus werewolves have that ability, their prisoners hardly escape, it is rare. We have to find Daedalus¡¯ map to escape, it is rumored to be hidden in this wildnds and nobody has found the map, not even the Quintus wolves, they just have the magic to manipte thisbyrinth.¡± He exined and I blinked, wow! This was the first time he ever said something this long.


    ¡°How can we go home now?¡± I said


    ¡°We can¡¯t¡± Brock scowled, ¡°We are trapped till God knows when¡± With that hey back on the grass and I wondered why my life was so fucked up,


    Then fur started erupting from my hands.

 Feelings Arising

    We had been here for a month now, Brock and I, surviving and struggling, Brock usually hunted antelopes, sometimes in wolf form, other times as a human. I stood now watching as he fired an arrow at a deer, the arrow hit precisely and the deer dropped on the ground, twitching a few times before it became still, Brock, face devoid of any emotion, stalked to the deer and pulled out the arrow. Brock had spent lots of time making weapons, we needed them as there were a lot of predators here: lions, bear, warthogs, boars, Hippos, you name it, Brock had been training me hard ever since a lion almost got me, the guy was certainly crazy, he trained me like I was his equal, and had no mercy. I watched as he hoisted the deer on his shoulder and walked past me heading to our makeshift camp which was a few minutes away. We got to the hut made of log and tree branches and leaves, tightly woven and covered with a nket in case rain falls, my stomach rumbled loudly and Brock stared at me.


    ¡°You atest night didn¡¯t you¡± came his primal deep voice.


    ¡°So?¡± I countered, even since Brock had started training me, I was getting more hard headed and bolder, ¡°This is past noon, I am not you¡± I said and Brock stared at me longer, before setting the carcass down and cutting it into pieces, I brought out ingredients for stew, that we had processed from trees. Brock cut thest of the dead animal and washed his hands and his knife. I had discovered Brock had nature magic, he could summon steel from under the earth, which was what he used to make our weapons.


    Brock went into the hut and I could sense him sleeping, I delve into my cooking, when I was done, it smelled so nice, some wild cat came out to inspect and I threw pieces of meat to them, By the time Brock woke, which was five minutes to when he slept, I was done eating and served his meal, he stared at the steaming hot stew with chunks of meat.


    ¡°Maybe I should feed you¡± I offered and Brock¡¯s lips twitched.


    ¡°I should have left you to the Lion¡± he said seriously, for a moment I wondered if he meant it, but he grinned and my breath caught. Brock was so dazzling when he smiled, heat pooled from my stomach to my legs and I shifted where I sat, was that dimples? Brock had sexy dimples, he studied me.


    ¡°I have neverughed for long¡± he said and I was suddenly curious.


    ¡°Why?¡± I asked, cautious not to break the fragile bond we were slowly having.


    ¡°It¡¯s a long story¡± he replied, smiling sadly, his green eyes looked lost, ¡°Anyways I have not been myself ever since¡± Brock said and tore into a huge chunk of meat, he chewed with relish, his eyes going back to stony mode, I was watched as his mouth moved eating the meat, bones and all, he drank the orange juice we made then he leaned back, contented.


    ¡°We have training tonight, by full moon¡± Brock announced and I gasped.


    ¡°At night, that¡¯s dangerous. I am not doing this¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±  Brock¡¯s quiet stare made me shut up, the guy knew how to scare someone with a look, he nodded.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Get some sleep, we train at full moon¡± Brock said firmly and closed his eyes


    _______________________________________


    The woods smelled like piss and I crunched my nose, the smell here was killing.


    ¡°Why this part of this forest, Master¡± I asked and Brock turned to me, he was usually serious when he trained me.


    ¡°Shut up, Amelia, I want to train you in full moon, under full moon werewolves can barely resist the urge to shift and I know you are not human Amelia, so I want to see how you react to full moon¡±  Brock said and i stared up at the night sky, the moon was almost risen, I could see part of it in the thick night cloud.


    Brock moved ahead and I followed, he stopped at a clearing and took off his shirt and my mouth opened in shock, Logan was well endowed but Brock was too perfect, involuntarily, I licked my lips.


    ¡°Don¡¯t want to ruin the shirt, in case I shift,¡± he exined.


    ¡°You should take off your trousers too¡± I suggested and cursed myself when the words came out of my mouth. Brock¡¯s green eyes regarded me as if trying to decipher something in my face, then without warning he pulled his trousers and holy shit¡­¡­. I turned away but the image of what I saw was imprinted in my brain, I blushed.


    It¡¯s full moon  Brock said in my head and I jumped, when I turned I saw his huge familiar ck wolf. I stared at the sky as the moon had fully risen.


    ¡°See nothing is¡­¡­¡­¡¯ I winced as pain red up around my body and I screamed in pain, Brock, in wolf form, just did nothing and sat watching me, I stared in horror, as fur started erupting from my arms, then my fingers turned to paws and suddenly I was on fours, my sense of smell was heightened, I could hear everything more clearer and louder, I trotted awkwardly to a river and stared at it.


    Staring back at me was a ck wolf with yellow eyes, I moved my head, and it¡¯s head moved in the reflection, I turned to Brock,


    So I am a werewolf all this while  I said to Brock who inclined his head in agreement


    ¡®Am going to teach how to battle in this form, charge at me¡¯. He barked in my head and I ran full speed at him, maybe if I sh at him with my paw, I would destroy his beautiful face, with surprising speed I covered the distance between us and shed at him but suddenly he wasn¡¯t there and before I could turn I was sent crashing into a tree and look up to see him charging for me and out of fear, I unknowingly shifted back to human form, naked and in his surprise state he identally shifted andnded on top me, the feeling of him on top me muddled my brain, and I did the one thing that came to my head.


    I kissed him.

 Rogue wolves

    Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled my nude body to his, I moaned into his mouth and he groaned in need, his hands moved lower and cupped my backside then stilled. I stared in confusion as Brock pulled away.


    ¡°Oh God¡± Brock wailed and I softly held his face.


    ¡°What?¡± I said softly and his green eyes bore down on me, hard.


    ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have done that¡± he said, annoyance evident in his voice.


    ¡°But I¡­¡­..¡±


    ¡°Shhhh¡± Brock cut me off, ¡°I can¡¯t do this with you¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± I asked and he scowled at me.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°You are Logan¡¯s mate for Lycan¡¯s sake, he will even kill me if he finds out I did this¡± he yelled and stormed off. I sighed, something was definitely wrong with me, I shouldn¡¯t have done that. I grabbed my clothes now shredded to pieces from my shift and put on the ones I can.


    I jogged after Brock who had started yo hike back to our makeshift camp. After five minutes, we finally got to the wooden hut that seemed like home to me now. I stole a nce Brock and sighed, he looked furious.


    ¡°I am sorry¡± I said and Brock green eyes met mine. He opened his palms and a small spark of lightning danced across his fingers. I watched in fascination as he hurled the little bolt of lightning at a log and immediately it caught fire and illuminated the night.


    ¡°It¡¯s not your fault¡± he finally said andy on the ground, ¡°Go inside and rest, I¡¯ll keep watch outside¡± he said and I nodded, then stopped.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t youing in?¡± I asked and he shook his head and waved me off. I shrugged but I felt hurt knowing he was avoiding me. I crashed into the soft bed made of peacock feathers and sighed in contention as my back hit the soft bed. What would Logan be doing now? Would he be looking for me? What would he have done if he found out that I kissed his best friend? The strange thing was that I tried to feel remorse for kissing Brock but it just felt right with him, I tried to keep my eyes open but sank into oblivion.


    ¡°I love you Amy, would you be my mate?¡± Logan asked and I grinned, be an alpha mate, was he kidding, absolutely! I agreed and he kissed me, then Brock walked in and Logan pulled away smiling, but suddenly I couldn¡¯t even catch my breath, the man in front of me looked divine, his green eyes were so piercing it seemed hard to stare at him for long,


    ¡°Hey Brock, meet Amelia, we will get mated in a month¡¯s time¡± he said and Brock nodded and stormed away surprising me, he kissed me again, but I didn¡¯t even feel it all I could think off was the name;


    Brock.


    _______________________________________


    I woke up the next morning to a deep baritone singing and strumming something that sounds like a banjo, yawning and stretching. I opened the hut door to find Brock sitting cross legged and plucking the strings on a roughly made banjo. I just stood there awestruck at the passion with which he sang.


    ¡°You can stop watching me¡± he said and I jumped, how did he know I was_____ Oh! Stupid werewolf senses. Brock set down the banjo and stood, dwarfing me with his height.


    ¡°Go fetch your swords, we train today¡± he snapped and I stared at him in  surprise.


    ¡°This early?¡± I asked and he gave me a kind of predatory stare and I raised my hands in defeat.


    ¡°Alright grumpy, I¡¯ll go get them¡± I said and went back to fetch my swords, we ventured into the forest. Brock sauntered ahead not even bothering to check back on me. Was he still angry aboutst night? But damn it! It was hard to concentrate when you were on top of a hot nude guy. Brock suddenly stopped and I jogged up beside him.


    ¡°What is it?¡± I asked and he turned to me briefly then pulled out his sword, I did the same.


    ¡°Vincent boys¡± he said curtly and I raised my hands in frustration.


    ¡°Who the hell is Vincent?¡± I asked and Brock tensed, he pushed me behind me and thrust out his sword in front of him, then so fast that my eye couldn¡¯t track it, he whipped his sword in an upward arc, I almost screamed as a head flew off a body. Brock face was stoic as if he didn¡¯t just cut someone¡¯s head from the body, he turned in time to block another sword thrust and countered with a stab.


    ¡°Run!¡± He yelled, I took off but turned to see, rogue Quintus werewolves swarming into view surrounding Brock, one stabbed him in the abdomen and he roared


    ¡°Brock!¡± I yelled in concern and he pushed back his attackers, he turned to me and I could see lightning dancing around his now yellow eyes.


    ¡°Go!¡± He roared, his voice thick with his wolf, I turned and ran while behind me I heard an explosion and knew Brock has sted them with lightning. I ran until I reached our makeshift hut and rushed in, Brock had built a fence around it that crackled with lightning and kept invaders at bay, I reached to close the fence gate when a hand stopped me and pushed me back, I fell on my butt to see a Quintus rogue sneer at me.


    ¡°You look fresh huh, maybe I¡¯ll rape you then throw your body to the lions after I kill you¡± he growled and grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground, panic red up inside me and I almost screamed when Brock¡¯s training kicked in. I mmed my knee into his groin and he cried out in pain, I used the same momentum to quickly get to my feet and pulled my sword.


    ¡°Touch me again, and you¡¯ll breath yourst breath¡± I growled and he got to his feet and grinned and pulled out his sword, a big wicked serrated thing.


    ¡°I¡¯ll just kill you then, but before I kill I want you to know that your bodyguard beta is never gonna survive. I stared at him in fear, was he saying the truth? Is Brock going to die? Hot fury rose up in me and I charged with one thing in my mind.


    Brock is not going to Die

 Battered from battle

    The psycho in front of me grinned as I charged for him, he sidestepped my sword sh, but Brock had taught me what to do. I feigned a thrust at his abdomen, as he lowered his sword to deflect my thrust, I stabbed his shoulder. He yelled out and backhanded me with inhuman strength sending me flying and crashing into the makeshift hut wall. He drew out my sword and threw it aside.


    ¡°I¡¯ll kill you bitch¡± he roared and came at me, sword raised, I dodged the first strike then he sliced me across the shoulder and I yelled out in pain. Where the hell was Brock? I needed his strength right now, the rogue in front of me raised me up by the neck choking me. I hit his arms hard and kicked but the bastard seemed intent on killing me, I could feel myself losing air and I started to see stars, when I thought I was done, the hand abruptly left my throat, followed by an high pitched scream, I copsed to the ground weakly and raised my head to see Brock grab the rogue werewolf and yelled out a battle cry and suddenly lightning dropped from the sky and struck the rogue werewolf, when everything cleared Brock was holding a charred skeleton which he flung away, he swayed on his feet then copsed.


    ¡°Brock¡± I yelled and panic boosted my adrenaline and suddenly I got the strength to get up and run over to him, I grimaced when I saw the multiple stab wounds on his body. I had to pull his shirt to inspect the wound so I rested my hand on his abdomen about to take his shirt off when Brock tensed, I stared down to see my hand resting near his groin, I pulled them away and blushed.


    ¡°Can I take your shirt off?¡± I asked and he nodded, grimacing in pain. I pulled his shirt up and gasped when I saw the gaping wound in his abdomen.


    ¡°Oh God!¡± I cried and hurried inside to get medicines, the wound didn¡¯t seem to be healing which Brock told me that werewolves do. ¡°You aren¡¯t healing¡± I pointed out and Brock held my hand tight.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, leave me, leave this ce. It¡¯s not safe anymore, find another camp¡­¡± he said weakly and I held his hand tighter.


    ¡°Am not leaving you¡± I said and he shook his head.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be a burden to you like this. Just¡­..¡±


    ¡°Shut up!!¡± I yelled and he quietened, ¡°I am not leaving you, I know you know what to do so tell me before I decide to kill someone¡± I yelled and Brock chuckled weakly.


    ¡°Alright, kill me then¡± he smirked and I scowled at him, near tears.


    ¡°Please don¡¯t die, please¡± I begged and he became serious.


    ¡°Alright, burn a torch¡± he said, his eyes turned yellow and I knew his wolf was battling death too, I did as he said and lit the piece of wood on fire.


    ¡°Now burn it¡± he said, his voice was gruff with his wolf.


    ¡°You said?¡± I stared at him like he was crazy, did he expect me to do that?


    ¡°It will kickstart the healing, now do it¡± his voice was barely human, I stilled my nerves and shoved the burning tip of the wood right on his wound. Brock roared out so loud the sound echoed that I was sure the whole world heard him, he kept roaring until it morphed into a bone chilling howl. I pulled back the wood and tossed it away and stared down at Brock in concern, he had quietened down and was breathing hard.


    ¡± I am so sorry,¡± I said feeling guilty and he shook his head.


    ¡°Not. Your. Fault¡± he said in between gasps and his eyes closed groggily and he fell asleep. I gathered some furs and put them under his head, to make a pillow. Then I started a fire and roasted thest goose we caught.


    I heard movement behind and turned to see Brock stir in his sleep. I heard him mention my name but I wasn¡¯t sure if he did mention my name, sighing. I settled down and ate my food quietly, d I was eating after that fight. Brock sniffed and opened an eye to stare at me.


    ¡°Goose?¡± He asked and I nodded. I picked up his own food and he lifted his hand to hold the te but I moved it away.


    ¡°I am feeding you¡± I said stubbornly and Brock¡¯s eyes darkened, he looked angry.


    ¡°No!¡± Brock said firmly, I shrugged and  as he opened his mouth to speak, I shoved a spoonful of hot broth into his mouth, he choked on it for a split second then chewed. He gave me a stare that told me I was in trouble.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    ¡°Better huh?¡± I asked and he grabbed the te from my hands and scowled at me.


    ¡°Gather your things¡± he said in between mouthfuls. ¡°We are leaving this damned ce¡± he said and I grinned not moving an inch. He looked ridiculous eating and barking orders but when his dark green eyes bore into mine, I knew I couldn¡¯t tease him for long, and there was something he didn¡¯t know.


    I was falling, falling for my alpha¡¯s beta, how fucked up my life is.


    I gathered the crudely made tes and put them in an animal skin bag, and helped Brock to his feet. I groaned as he leaned into me, he was very heavy. Brock noticed this and limped on his own.


    ¡°Where to now?¡± I asked and he stared ahead studying thendscape.


    ¡°There¡± he pointed to a spot far away and I stared at him like he was crazy.


    ¡°How are we gonna reach that, it¡¯s like five hours to reach there. ¡± I asked and he smiled like a psycho.


    ¡°I know¡± he said and rested his hand on his sword hilt, ¡°That¡¯s our only hope of leaving this ce, let just hope that we get there before those bastards does¡± with that he limped forward and I followed, wondering if my day could get any worse

 Feelings at the peak

    I bit into an apple and watched as Brock sharpened his sword, this has been our routine now; eat, sleep, hunt, sharpen and customize our weapons. Days ago, Brock had found a shotgun devoid of bullets and had spent a day making hundreds of bullets, when he was done he had handed the gun to me.


    The gun was holstered on my hip now and I scowled at his back, I hated guns, but the arrogant prick in front of me had harshly reminded me that I was a chicken when it came to swords, but I had stubbornly kept a sword on me much to his annoyance. Brock set his sword down and turned to me, his green eyes bore into mine.


    ¡°Training. Now!¡± he barked and I groaned, he insisted we didn¡¯t eat anything this morning and now he was asking me to train?


    ¡°We haven¡¯t¡­¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°Shut it¡± he snapped and I closed my mouth but gave him the stink eye, his green eyes darkened at that and I knew I was done for.


    ¡°Guns¡± he barked and I instinctively whipped out my gun. Brock had taught me how to quickly arm myself, he circled me like a wolf which he pretty much was and stopped behind me.


    ¡°See that red dot in the tree¡± he said and I strained my neck but saw nothing.


    ¡°I don¡¯t see anything¡± Iined and he growled, the sound made me shiver and I blushed.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    I am so stupid, getting turned on by an animalistic growl


    Brock came up beside me and used his finger to close my eyes.


    ¡°Call up your wolf from within, don¡¯t just see with your human eyes, you are one with your wolf so look with her¡± he exined and I nodded trying to concentrate, because the feeling of his hard abdomen on my backside was doing crazy things to my insides. I took a deep breath and he took his fingers away, I called forth that second being in me and when I opened my eyes I saw the red dot on a tree that was far away.


    ¡°Woah! I can see it¡± I said excitedly and turned to Brock who didn¡¯t look impressed and my mood died immediately, he certainly knew how to kill a vibe.


    ¡°Now shoot¡± he ordered and I took aim and pulled the trigger with a loud bang the bullet left the gun and hit the target, my eyes widened in surprise and in my excitement I hugged Brock then I realized what I did and stepped away.


    ¡°I am sorry¡± I offered, his face was expressionless and he nodded.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine¡± he said, ¡°Lucky shot¡± he said and anger red up in me, what was his problem anyway, didn¡¯t he appreciate something for once.


    ¡°What¡¯s your problem¡± I yelled, ¡°Why do you always keep downgrading me, why do you hate me¡±


    He stared at me coldly, ¡°I don¡¯t hate you¡± he said calmly and I narrowed my eyes.


    ¡°You don¡¯t?¡± I said in disbelief, ¡°I find that hard to believe, what did I do that you just like pushing me aside? You are so cold, proud and arrogant, you are an idiot! You are not the only one to have suffered before¡± I shouted and he scowled at me, his green eyes shone until they were yellow.


    ¡°Say all you want, I don¡¯t care¡± he growled but I was so angry I yelled the only thing I have been thinking since the time we were stuck here.


    ¡°I love you, you idiot¡± I yelled and Brock reeled back, surprised then he scowled.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you ever say that¡± he said, his voice clipped.


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, you arrogant prig, I have always loved you¡± I jabbed a finger in his chest. ¡°You, and not Logan. I hate myself for loving a cold person like you, it¡¯s not like you are the only one suffering on earth¡± I said.


    ¡°You don¡¯t know what I have been through so don¡¯t tell me about suffering¡± he yelled back, his voice was so deep and monstrous it scared me. I calmed down and stared at the floor feeling guilty for yelling at him.


    ¡°I am sorry¡± I said meekly and he scowled and stormed off. I ran after him but he was too fast.


    ¡°Brock please!¡± I said and he stopped and turned, fur appeared on his jaw and I put a hand on his chest.


    ¡°I am here for you, no matter what you have been through¡± I whispered, he sighed and pulled me into his arms. I stared at him in surprise, his eyes looked serious and he was staring at me like I was the only person in his word.


    ¡°Logan will kill me for this¡± he said and imed my mouth in his, I groaned and pushed myself into him wanting to feel his perfect body, he pulled away and held my cheek.


    ¡°What did you do to me?¡± He asked and I put a finger on his lips.


    ¡°Don¡¯t talk, kiss me¡± I said and he pulled me in for another kiss, cupping my buttocks as he did so making me moan in his mouth he lifted me into his hands and gentlyid  me on the ground and crashed in beside me, I turned to him.


    ¡°Is that all?¡± I asked, disappointed that he didn¡¯t even do more.


    ¡°Yes¡± he said, ¡°You are still Logan¡¯s mate, this is wrong¡±


    ¡°But I don¡¯t love him¡± I said adamantly and Brock shrugged.


    ¡°It¡¯s your problem, you are the one who agreed to his proposal¡± he said and I could detest jealousy in his voice. I smiled.


    ¡°If I hadn¡¯t agreed I wouldn¡¯t have met you¡± I said and Brock fell silent and minutes of silence he spoke.


    ¡°Did you mean what you said earlier?¡± he asked and I nodded. He shook his head like I was making a grave mistake, maybe I was but I didn¡¯t care, this arrogant, cold brooding beta was who I was in love with.


    ¡°I love¡­¡­¡± Brock covered my mouth with his huge hand.


    ¡°Stop¡± he said, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that, please¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± I asked and he shrugged, I cuddled up to him and he didn¡¯t object instead he wrapped his arm around me.


    ¡°This is better¡± he said in his deep voice and kissed my forehead, I smiled. If Brock was kissing me one the forehead then he certainly cared for me, that alone was enough to make my day and I drifted off to sleep

 Tension arising

    One monthter


    I watched Brock, studied the cave. We had just stumbled upon the cave when we went for a hunt, and my bodyguard beta had insisted Daedalus map was here.


    ¡°Are you sure about this?¡± I asked for the sixth time, Brock smiled at me and my lips betrayed me by smiling back, Brock had be friendly after the day I confessed that I loved him, though he still kept making snide remarks but in a more friendly way and he had avoided kissing me but he liked holding me close to him whenever it was time to sleep, I still wished he would at least kiss me.


    ¡°Bingo!¡± Brock yelled and I followed him deeper into the cave.


    ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± I asked and he held up his hand, in his palm was a huge golden key. ¡°Where do we put that?¡± I asked and he shrugged.


    ¡°That¡¯s what I do know, there is no loose brick here, no loose stones everything is just smooth¡± he said and I punched the wall, nothing. He grinned when I punched the wall.


    ¡°Showing off, are we?¡± He said and Iughed. Ever since Brock had helped me learn how to be one with my wolf, I had been using my supernatural powerstely. I looked around the cave once more.


    ¡°We should checkter, let¡¯s get something to eat¡± I suggested and Brock nodded. We walked out of the cave and Brock plopped to the ground.


    ¡°I can think I am done with meat¡± he said and brought out an apple and bit into it.


    ¡°A wolf who loves apples, ridiculous.¡± I chuckled and Brock grinned.


    ¡°Maybe your head would suffice¡± he made a demonstration of tearing my head off and eating it.


    ¡°Brock!¡±


    ¡°Kidding, kidding¡± he said and chewed thest of this apple and grinned at me, my heart did somersaults, was that dimples? He looked devastatingly handsome and young when he smiled. We stared at each other grinning like idiots, then he stood and stretched.


    ¡°I feel like taking a run¡± Brock announced and I raised a brow.


    ¡°You or your wolf?¡± I asked and he chuckled.


    ¡°We are one, so I think the right term is ¡®US¡¯, but with my wolf in front¡± he said and I stared at him confused thenprehension dawned on me.


    ¡°You mean you are going to shift?¡± I asked and he nodded.


    ¡°Exactly¡± he said gruffly, ¡°Will you join me?¡± He asked and I considered teasing him.


    ¡°No¡± I said, surprise filled his features for a split second before he nodded.


    ¡°Very well¡± he said, his voice dropping several octaves, he turned to go.


    ¡°Wait!¡± I said and he stopped. ¡°I am kidding, big guy¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± He sounded incredulous, ¡°I really don¡¯t need you along¡± he teased back and Iughed.


    ¡°Come on now, let¡¯s go before it gets dark¡± I said.


    ¡°It¡¯s better when it¡¯s dark,¡± he said.


    ¡°I hate it when it¡¯s dark¡± I countered and Brock smiled.


    ¡°Werewolves love the dark, we are creatures of the night, night is when we are strongest¡± he said.


    ¡°I have been wanting to ask you something¡± I said and Brock¡¯s eyes met mine, he was friendly with me now but guarded. He still hasn¡¯t told me his secrets.


    ¡°What is it?¡± he said slowly.


    ¡°Howe you have nature¡¯s powers?¡± I asked. ¡°I mean, you can control lighting mostly but I¡¯ve seen you do other stuff, you can call forth metals from the earth and I have watched you move a branch out of the way without touching it¡± I said and Brock chuckled.


    ¡°So you peeped when I was going to pee¡± he raised a brow, trying hard not tough. I was reddened in embarrassment.


    ¡°I¡­.. I¡­. I was¡­¡­. ummm¡± I stammered and Brockughed.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine¡± he said then his smile vanished, ¡°As for my powers, they came from my mother. My father was a werewolf while my mother was a witch¡±


    ¡°Witch? I thought they were evil¡± I said and Brock tossed his shirt over his head as he prepared to shift.


    ¡°They are, but not all of them. My mother was one of the good ones¡± he said and transformed into his wolf form. ¡°Find me¡± he said and bounded away. I was about to tell that I needed his motivation to shift but he was gone. How on earth was I going to do this? I took a deep breath and took off my gown then my underwear, I tried to remember what Brock had told me.


    ¡®It¡¯s on the surface,¡¯ he had said, ¡®All you have to do it¡¯s let it take control this time. Think of yourself as an ocean and your wolf as a dolphin that want to surface and do flips¡±


    I felt my inner wolf stir as I called her from within, then came the feeling of my body rearranging itself, I let out a howl and somewhere away Brock howled back. I transformed fully then grinned a wolfish grin and charged for the ce where I heard Brock¡¯s howl. It felt so good in wolf form, my vision was clearer and everything around me was so loud, then I crashed into Brock who was running towards my direction. Brock in his wolf form growled and I growled back, peeling back my wolfish lips to bare my teeth. I charged for him, but Brock was to fast and nimble, he sidestepped and grabbed the scruff of my neck with his powerful jaws and flung me away, I smashed into the tree hard a whine escaping my mouth, I quickly rolled to my feet and studied him trying to see his weaknesses in my wolf form. He circled me and his teeth bared, I didn¡¯t know if he was trying to intimidate me or he was smiling


    ¡®Come on, give me all you got¡¯ he said in my head, ¡®you weak wimp.¡¯  I knew he was trying to get me to attack, but I guess he, calling me weak in my wolf form angered my wolf and I charged in fury. I rose on my hind legs and shed at him with my paws, Brock didn¡¯t expect the attack fortunately so my attacks hit and he stumbled back and slipped. I took the opportunity and pinned him to the ground and lowered my fangs to his throat.


    ¡®Come on kill me¡¯ he teased in my head.


    ¡®You are crazy¡¯ I replied, he shifted back to human form and I did so too then his breath quickened and I stared at him confused then I realized that I was on him naked.


    ¡°Should I get off?¡± I asked hoping he would say no. His green eyes were so intense it took all my willpower not to look away, then he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss.


    ¡°No¡± he growled, ¡°I want you tonight¡± he rasped and imed my mouth with his.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

 Passionate Night

    I moaned as Brock deepened the kiss, he moved down and kissed my neck and bit my earlobe, I cried out and he moved lower almost touching my breasts.


    ¡°Can I?¡± He asked and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, he shook his head.


    ¡°Say it¡± he ordered and I almost screamed that he shouldn¡¯t stop but I controlled myself.


    ¡°Yes, do what you want. Please don¡¯t just stop¡± I said, it sounded like I was begging but I didn¡¯t care I needed him at this moment.


    Brock said nothing and cupped my breasts in his hands and I moaned and bucked into him pressing him into the ground as he rubbed a sensitive part of my breasts. The feeling was too ecstatic, that I was sure I was going to run mad in pleasure, then suddenly, he stopped. Brock slid down until he was at my stomach and moved lower.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± I asked in surprise then I felt his tongue on my core, the one ce I never bared to anyone before except for this handsome man with me. I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper as I writhed in pleasure.


    ¡°Oh God!¡± I cried out as pressure was building up in me, then came the climax as I reached the peak and orgasm rocked me. Brock struggled against my hand that was holding him firmly in ce and I realized I was suffocating him and let go, he lifted his head and grinned at me.


    ¡°Almost thought you were not going to let me out for air¡± he said and I blushed furiously. I watched him climb up until he was on me. I could feel his throbbing hardness on my core. I couldn¡¯t wait anymore. I tried to line him up myself but he held me down.


    ¡°Please, do it¡± I begged, ¡°Please, Brock.¡± He stared at me intently.


    ¡°Are you sure? You have never done this before, I can tell and I am not all that gentle¡± he said.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care, break me do all you want but don¡¯t leave me like this¡± I growled in need, he must have understood that I was going to go violent if he didn¡¯t do something so he pushed himself in and stopped when he filled me. I cried out in pain, it was like something in me broke.


    ¡°I am sorry¡± Brock said and kissed my mouth tenderly, I hugged him tight and buried my face in his neck, he moved again slowly and I clutched him tighter as waves of pleasure filled me, Brock picked up the pace then as soon as he noticed I was no more in pain, he grunted and moved faster, and I could feel another pressure building up in me. I wanted to see his face so I opened my eyes, his eyes were shut tight in concentration, then the feeling came again and I convulsed as orgasm rocked me, he growled and cried out my name and copsed onto me, his weight pushing me back to the hard forest floor. I could feel his seed spurting in me.


    ¡°I love you¡± I said and he whispered something, and propped himself on his arms.


    ¡°How did it feel?¡± He asked and I grinned, I felt more like a woman now.


    ¡°The best feeling in my boring life¡± I answered and he chuckled.


    ¡°Your life is certainly boring¡± he said and I pouted yfully.


    ¡°You are so mean¡± I said brushing his hair from his forehead, he closed his eyes at my touch and kissed me hard. ¡°Let¡¯s do it again,¡± I said.  He stared at me incredulously and rolled off me


    ¡°It¡¯s gonna be a long night, sweet¡± he said and pulled me to him, ¡°Get some sleep¡±


    ¡°But I¡­¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°Shut up¡± he said and I smiled. I rubbed my backside on his manly part and he groaned and I started to feel him hardening, ¡°Don¡¯t do this, I don¡¯t want to mount you and pound you all night.¡±


    ¡°Please do¡± I batted my eyshes at him and he chuckled, the sound vibrating from his chest to my back.


    ¡°Alright don¡¯t me me, when you can¡¯t walk tomorrow¡± he said and rolled on me and I gave myself to him.


    _______________________________________


    I woke to find myself alone, panicked. I looked around frantically, then I saw him, dressed sitting on a rock staring ahead, I stood and walked over to him, and hugged him from behind and he tensed, I raised my brow confused.


    ¡°Brock?¡± I said and he turned, his green eyes looked angry, ¡°You are angry¡± I observed, did he regretst night already?


    ¡°I am not angry at you¡± he said and stood, ¡°Did you know what we did yesterday? We had sex. That is wrong, you are my alpha¡¯s mate, I shouldn¡¯t have done that¡±


    ¡°I am no one¡¯s mate¡± I said and Brockughed harshly.


    ¡°No one¡¯s mate?¡± He repeated, ¡°You are Logan¡¯s mate, there is no going back except he rejects you himself¡±


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll tell him what we did, I am sure he will reject me when he hears that¡± I said and Brock¡¯s nose red in anger.


    ¡°You are stupid, don¡¯t you dare tell him that. Aside from being the alpha, don¡¯t you know he is my friend too, if you tell him, just know I¡¯ll never speak to you again, understood?¡± He yelled and I red at him. Tears pricked my eyes. How can he be so cruel after the intimate momentst night, I had even given up my virginity to him and now he was making snide remarks, rage boiled in me.


    ¡°I regret the day I met and fell in love with you, you are a cold heartless bastard¡± I yelled and he narrowed his eyes menacingly.


    ¡°And you are an annoying whore¡± he yelled and stormed away. I reeled back in surprise, fury washed over me.


    ¡°I hate you¡± I said and he stopped, his eyes were yellow and I guess mine was too.


    ¡°Think I care? That¡¯s what I want, I want you to hate me, I didn¡¯t mean it, calling you a whore, I did that to bring out that hatred, from now on we do all we can to get out of this cursednd, but stay away from me.¡± He said and walked away.


    ¡°Brock¡± I yelled, ¡°I am sorry. I don¡¯t hate you¡± I called but he was gone. I fell to my knees and sobbed wishing I was never born.

 Escape

    I stared glumly as Brock studied the cave walls, there were no cracks or anything on the smooth cave walls, it looked like someone had found out the way and didn¡¯t want to make it easy so the person cemented the walls.


    ¡°Maybe it¡¯s not this cave¡± I said for the fifth time and as usual Brock kept silent, ignoring me.


    ¡°Since we are not going to have sex anymore, you can talk to me¡± I said and he turned sharply in surprise when I said that then he schooled his features into a scowl.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to talk to you¡± he said and I shrugged.


    ¡°We are not fighting, are we?¡± I asked and he looked away.


    ¡°No, but we should avoid each other,¡± he said.


    ¡°Why?¡± I asked.


    ¡°You are Logan¡¯s mate for heaven¡¯s sake, he chose you, I can¡¯t be with you. Yes, I want you, so bad I want to rip your clothes and take you right here¡± he growled, ¡°But I won¡¯t¡±


    He turned away again and resumed his inspection on the cave walls while at red at his back, remembering how I had wed at them the time we made love, I hated that I felt this way for him, maybe he was right, I was Logan mate I should have not even looked at him, but it was hard not to.


    ¡°Oh¡± came Brock¡¯s deep voice, ¡°The answer has been right here all this while, we are looking for chinks in the wall when we are werewolves, we need a scent of something different¡±


    ¡°We?¡± I challenged and Brock turned, he scowled.


    ¡°Do you want to stay here?¡± He asked and I shook my head. ¡°Good¡± he boomed and turned sniffing as he inspected the cave walls again. He grinned that boyish grin that made me want to join him then pushed the wall through and dug his hand inside and fished for something until he brought out a map.


    ¡°Yes!¡± He yelled and turned to me, ¡°We will be outta here soon¡± he tucked the map in his pocket and trudged outside, while I followed. Brock brought out pieces of meat and handed them to me.


    ¡°Get this ready. I¡¯ll go hunt for apples¡± he said and I stood up, blocking his way, why was he going alone?


    ¡°I don¡¯t understand you, why are you avoiding me?¡± I yelled. Brock red at me.


    ¡°Get out of my way, Amelia. What we had that night was a mistake, it won¡¯t happen again¡± Brock said, his voice was deadly calm.


    ¡°It wasn¡¯t a mistake to me¡± I said, then something clicked in my mind and I forced a smile.


    ¡°I am pregnant¡± I announced and Brock reeled back, staring at me in shock.


    ¡°You are crazy¡± Brock growled and I shrugged.


    ¡°Call me whatever you want, we didn¡¯t use protection that night, and I felt you spilling your seed in me, It was  much you know¡± I taunted and Brock reddened making me smile inwardly.


    ¡°Liar¡± he growled, ¡°You lie¡± he said again and I raised my brow.


    ¡°I am pregnant¡± I said, wishing inwardly that it was true. Brock stared at me, then he roared out inughter.


    ¡°You think I am stupid? Werewolves would know when their kind is pregnant, I would hear the heartbeat, or smell the baby life¡¯s force from here¡± he said andughed harshly


    ¡°I¡­¡­i¡­¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t find words to say, so I nodded, defeated and started a fire to roast the meat. Brock had made it clear that he didn¡¯t want me and my profession of love. By the time I had finished cooking Brock had returned with a bag of apples.


    ¡°Eat up¡± he said, ¡°I have a feeling the Quintus wolves know we have the map, they are going to attack, before we can escape¡± he took a bite of an apple and grabbed a chunk of meat from the te I offered him.


    ¡°So what¡¯s your n¡± I asked and Brock was silent for a while, chewing his food then he stood.


    ¡°We would be outnumbered ten to one, we need to be on the run¡± he said and I nodded. Brock suddenly froze and sniffed, then he grabbed me from where I was and rolled away, secondster the spot where I was sitting exploded as a grenade was thrown there.


    Brock whipped out his sword and turned to me. ¡°Grab the backpacks¡± he yelled and roared out in challenge and the entire sky darkened. I stared in awe at his disy of power. We put on our backpacks and Brock grabbed my hand and took off.


    ¡°Run!¡± He yelled and I followed after, pumping my legs as fast as I could, behind us I could hear the baying and howling of wolves and I knew those rogue wolves were chasing after us in wolf form, Brock whipped out the map as he ran, he nced at it.


    ¡°This way¡± he said, turning right and I followed him. The sounds of our pursuers were getting closer and I was beginning to feel tired but I didn¡¯t dare stop knowing how ruthless those werewolves behind me were.


    Brock stopped in front of a cave and turned to me.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    ¡°This is where it leads to the outside world, go! I¡¯ll hold them off¡± he said and I shook my head.


    ¡°I can¡¯t leave you¡± I said adamantly and he smiled.


    ¡°You have no choice, go back to Logan¡± Brock said with a determined smile. ¡°I intend to destroy everything here with my mom¡¯s legacy in me¡±


    ¡°Promise me you¡¯lle back¡± I said and he smiled warmly.


    ¡°Nothing can keep me from you, Amelia¡± he said and kissed me on the forehead and pushed me inside the cave, I tried to run back out but an unseen force pulled me backwards until I sank into oblivion

 Back to Pack

    I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar bedroom, the light felt too bright and my head pounded in my skull. I sat up and closed my eyes calling my werewolf to look with me as I opened my eyes this time, the lights didn¡¯t seem to bright.


    The door opened and a familiar person, I grinned when I saw him.


    ¡°Logan!¡± I eximed and he grinned and hugged me, I hugged him back.


    ¡°How did you find me?¡± I asked and he smiled, and held my hand.


    ¡°We have been scouting the ce where you disappeared, and my guards saw you unconscious mfloating on a river.¡± He said and I stared at him confused.


    ¡°Floating on a river?¡± I asked and Logan nodded.


    ¡°The Quintus werewolvesnds is magical and I guess it has some kind of invisible portal that does not allow it to be found or seen¡± he exined and suddenly I remembered Brock, was he back?


    ¡°What of Brock?¡± I asked and he grimaced, a bad sign.


    ¡°No news of him¡± he said sadly, ¡°I know hey down his life to get you out of there¡±


    Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes but I held myself I didn¡¯t want to give Logan any clue about what I felt for Brock. Logan held my hands tighter.


    ¡°I am d you are back¡± he said and I nodded. I wished I could tell him back too but I couldn¡¯t.


    ¡°The mating ceremony is in one month,¡± Logan announced. ¡°I want you to recover then you will be treated like a queen here, everyone will know that I choose you¡± he said and I forced a smile like the idea pleased me. Logan smiled back and excused me. I sat up as soon as he left and rushed to the window, hoping I would see the sky darken as Brock came in all his glory but no such thing happened and I sank to the ground, grief filled my body and I quietly sobbed. Brock was dead, the cold handsome beta that I had given my love and my body to was dead. I closed my eyes and sleep pulled me into his embrace.


    My beta was dead.


    _______________________________________


    I felt like a zombie the next day. Logan hade to the bed and offered me tea and after seeing that I was in no mood to talk, he had left to attend to some business. I sat now at the balcony still watching the horizon for Brock, who hadn¡¯t yet shown up. Something still told me he wasn¡¯t dead, or did the rogue werewolves cut off this escape. I sighed for the fiftieth time this morning and stood,


    ¡°We are having a ball tonight,¡± Logan said behind me and I whirled around. He grinned sheepishly.


    ¡°Really?¡± I asked and he nodded, I smiled. I loved parties and balls, maybe I can even forget Brock existed and move on, after all he had rejected me.


    ¡°I love to attend, gosh I love balls¡± I said and kissed him on the cheek, he smiled at me warmly and I wished he was who I fell in love with, he was kind.


    ¡°Alright Amelia, I will send someone toe and tend to you, see ya¡± he said and left while I nced at the horizon once more.


    Maybe Brock wasn¡¯ting back


    _______________________________________


    One of Logan¡¯s servants, a kinddy, came to dress me in a red expensive gown. It had taken several persuades from her to be sure Logan had asked me to wear it, it looked to be worth millions.


    Thedy had introduced herself as Gwen, she was a funny and quirky person. I looked in the mirror as she brushed my long blond hair.


    ¡°You must be lucky¡± she said with a grin, ¡°The alpha has fallen in love with you¡±


    ¡®While I have fallen in love with his beta¡¯ I thought, how fucked up my life is. I offered a smile and nodded like the idea pleased me instead I felt a sense of dread. I stared in shock at the beautiful blonde that stared back at me as Gwen finished with my hair. In the mirror I looked so___stunning. I stood and Gwen pped.


    ¡°You look beautiful Ma¡¯am¡± she said and I was surprised. Was she treating me like royalty? Hell no.


    ¡°Don¡¯t call me Ma¡¯am¡± I said, ¡°Amelia would be very much better¡±


    She looked stunned for a moment then she smiled widely.


    ¡°Of course Ma¡­.. Am¡­Amelia¡± she said and I grinned, and linked hands with hers.


    ¡°Come on Gwen, I want you to escort me to the ball but before that I¡¯d love something to drink¡± I said and we walked to the bar and poured drinks for ourselves around us the house was a flurry of activities as everyone prepared for the ball. I noticed Gwen hadn¡¯t touched her drink.


    ¡°Ohe on, don¡¯t tell me you need my permission to drink¡± I said exasperated. I hated being treated too special like royalty.


    ¡°You are queen¡± she said and I roared out inughter, some other servants paused to stare at me.


    ¡°Are you serious Gwen?¡± I said trying to refrain fromughing, ¡°I am no queen¡± I said and her gray eyes met mine for a moment before she smiled.


    ¡°Very well miss Amelia¡± she said and chugged down her drink in one single gulp, ¡°Thank you¡± she said and I grinned.


    ¡°Do you have a guy you have eyes on?¡± I asked and she grinned mischievously.


    ¡°Yes¡± she whisper-screamed, ¡°A bodyguard here. He is so cute¡± she said and I smiled inwardly, just how I felt for Brock. A servant approached us.


    ¡°Miss Grace¡± he said, ¡°The alpha would like you to join him at the ball¡± he said and I nodded at him, he bowed and left while I cringed inwardly, they should really stop this.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    ¡°Come on, Gwen. Let¡¯s rock the party¡± I said and we grinned at each other and headed for the door.


    It was time to party.


    With a friend.

 Party but gloomy

    I watched the crowd vibing to the slow music and smiled. Werewolves surely knew how to party, beside me, arm draped over my shoulder was Logan smiling at his people. I could feel his warm hard body beside me but it did nothing to me, not the way Brock¡¯s body did to mine, I just felt numb. I wished Brock was here, he would be standing in a dark corner watching for enemies. My eyes watered again and I squeezed them shut. How the hell can such a handsome man be dead?


    ¡°You¡¯re okay?¡± Logan asked and I turned to him and smiled.


    ¡°I am fine¡± I answered and squeezed his hands.


    ¡°Care to dance with me?¡± He asked and gave me a boyish grin, reminding me of Brock and I nodded. Logan took my hand and led me to the dance floor. His people cheered around us as he held my waist and I held his shoulder as we swayed to the old ssic song. I looked up and found him staring at me in adoration, like I was some sort of goddess. We went on swaying to the music until it came to an end.


    ¡°You dance well, my love¡± he said and I beamed.


    ¡°Thank you¡± I said and offered him a slice of pepperoni pizza which he ate from my hands.


    ¡°Guess it¡¯s time we retired. It¡¯s gettingte¡± he said and led me to our bedroom. Suddenly I missed Brock¡¯s body on mine and an idea came to me, I turned to Logan.


    ¡°Kiss me¡± I said and Logan¡¯s eyes red in desire, he crashed his lips onto mine and I moaned as his cool lips found mine. I rubbed my hands along his strong shoulders imagining it was Brock, when he bit my neck, I almost cried out Brock¡¯s name. I quickly bit my lips to avoid giving myself away. Logan pulled back and held my cheek.


    ¡°You are so perfect,¡± he said and I smiled. Someone knocked on the door and Logan kissed me and rushed off. I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, images of Brock kissing me kept repeating in my head, until I could keep my eyes open no more.


    Brock pleasee back to me, you promised.


    _______________________________________


    Gwen helped me prepare some oats in the morning, and I was pretty much in a sober mood. Logan had taken one look at my face and asked what was wrong. I had lied that I had some stomach upset and he had asked someone to fetch Gwen who hurried over.


    ¡°How are you feeling now?¡± she asked and I shrugged.


    ¡°Better¡± I said and shoved a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth, relishing the creamy vored taste.


    ¡°You are sad¡± Gwen stated and I froze. How did she know that?


    ¡°I am not¡± I said, adamantly and she smiled, a smile that said she wasn¡¯t fooled by my story of an upset stomach.


    ¡°Tell me what it is, I can help¡± she said and I stared at her, gauging. Can I really trust her with my secret? Brock¡¯s words suddenly rang in my head.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    You tell anyone about this and I will never speak to you again.


    I forced a smile, and Gwen raised a brow at my sudden change in emotion.


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing. Really.¡± I said and she studied me for several seconds then nodded.


    ¡°Alright. Now your medicine¡± she said and brought out a bottle of tonic and I reeled back. I hated medicines.


    ¡°No, no, no. I don¡¯t want that¡± I scooted back and Gwen grinned at me like I was some spoilt adolescent child.


    ¡°Yes, yes, yes. Alpha said you should have them¡± she said and forced open my mouth and poured a small measure of tonic into my mouth and grinned as I red at her.


    ¡°You bitch!¡± I pouted yfully and she smiled and drank thest of my oatmeal.


    ¡°Get some sleep, your majesty. It is important that you be in good health for the mating ceremony. It¡¯s gonna be a long night¡± she said.


    Mating Ceremony, I had forgotten about that. And what the hell did she mean by long night.


    ¡°Why did you say long night?¡± I asked and she grinned.


    ¡°After exchanging your vows and going through the ritual, The alpha is gonna¡­. you know¡± she made a circle with her finger and passed her right hand index finger through. My eyes widened and I blushed.


    ¡°You are crazy!¡± I said and Gwen smiled cheekily.


    ¡°I love sex¡± she said and I stared at her in surprise, she was surely a bold one.


    ¡°Have you ¡­ . done¡­umm ¡­ . you know¡± I asked and sheughed.


    ¡°If you meant sex, then yes I have done it before. Many times.¡± She said and gathered the tes and tonic bottle, ¡°Now sleep, I¡¯ll see youter¡± she said and left while I wondered how it felt like for her having sex with different people and here I was craving it with one man alone.


    Brock Jackson.


    A sob escaped my throat and I wiped my eyes, damn him for being a cold soulless and loveless prick, damn him for having to die to let me escape. I loved him with a passion I didn¡¯t know existed in me. No matter how kind Logan was he just couldn¡¯t ignite the fire I felt for Brock, maybe I needed a run to clear my head. I quickly changed the golden gown I was wearing to a simple jumper and joggers and jumped over the balcony, while mid-air I transformed into my werewolf form and bounded at full speed on rooftops, aiming for the forest in the distance. I kept on running until I needed to catch my breath. If Brock was here, he would have called me a weakling for stopping. I chuckled but in my wolf form it sounded more like a growl.


    ¡®Brock I miss you, I know you are not dead. Pleasee to me¡¯ I thought but the universe didn¡¯t answer my plea, and in anguish I let out all the pain I felt into a howl. A howl that I was sure the whole Pornd werewolves heard.

 Object of Fantasy

    I stared at the chicken breast on my te for the fifth time this morning. Gwen had insisted I eat up because I was growing thin. Logan had been worried and called for doctors who said I was okay and that I just needed to eat well.


    ¡°You know, looking at the food won¡¯t make you have an appetite, just dig in¡± Gwen said, sitting across. Gwen was the only person Logan allowed to sit that close to me.


    I poked out my tongue at Gwen and she grinned. ¡°You are one hell of a big baby Amelia.¡± She said and gulped down her wine. I watched as her throat moved and raised my ss to my lips and sipped. The wine vor hit my tongue and suddenly I felt hungry.


    ¡°I am hungry¡± I announced and Gwen burst intoughter.


    ¡°Seriously Amelia?¡± She said with a grin, ¡°I thought you said you didn¡¯t have an appetite¡± she teased and I smiled.


    ¡°The wine is something else¡± I said, raising my ss and she chuckled. Gwen leaned closer, suddenly serious.


    ¡°Do you really believe the beta is dead?¡± She asked and I froze. Why is she asking me this now? Truth be told, every fiber in my being told me he was still alive but I have given up hopes of him evering back.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know, I mean if he is still alive. He will be back here¡± I said. It sounded like I was trying to convince myself. Gwen studied me way too long, her gray eyes seem to bore right into my soul.


    ¡°You seem to know something, Amelia. Which you don¡¯t want to share with anyone¡± she said and stood. She walked up to me and held my shoulder.


    ¡°Follow your heart Amelia. No one knows your heart more than you do¡± she said and kissed my forehead, ¡°I will be right back. My crush has asked me to meet him in his room, it¡¯s gonna be wild¡± she whispered and grinned when she saw my mortified face. I blushed.


    ¡°Damn you¡± I said and she grinned and walked away, sashaying her hips. I smiled and tore into the chicken.


    ¡°Hey¡± came Logan¡¯s voice and I raised my head and watched as he walked to the table, I offered a smile. He looked very handsome in his white shirt and jeans. His blond hair was neatly groomed.


    ¡°Join me¡± I offered. He smiled, and sat on a chair beside me. He watched as I poured him a ss of wine. I handed it to him and he sipped it.


    ¡°Wow,¡± he said, eyes closed. ¡°This is good wine¡± hemented and I nodded.


    ¡°Sorry aboutst night¡± I apologized, Logan had found me after I had run off in grief and howled out my anguish.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay¡± he said and held my hand, he looked at me. ¡°I want to ask you something¡± he said and I tensed. Did he find out about me and Brock?


    ¡°I had forgotten to officially ask you this,¡± he said. ¡°Will you be my mate? My wife, my love¡± he said and I smiled.


    ¡°I would be honored¡± I answered, not wanting him to get any suspicions.


    ¡°Good¡± he said and kissed me, ¡°There will be a party tonight. I¡¯ll send for Gwen¡± he said and I couldn¡¯t help but help that I was biting more than I could chew.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    _______________________________________


    Gwen brushed my blonde hair andughed when she saw my scowling face. I hated this luxury and the way I was treated as royalty.


    ¡°You look like a queen¡± Gwen said grinning on purpose, she has been trying to taunt me.


    ¡°I look like a pipsqueak¡± I said and Gwenughter filled the room and I smiled. She knew how to fill me with warmth.


    ¡°You are a queenly pipsqueak¡± she said with a smile and did the finishing touches to my hair


    ¡°How do I look?¡± I asked and she grinned.


    ¡°Like a Queen¡± she said and I sighed. She isn¡¯t gonna let that slide. ¡°Come on let¡¯s rock your engagement party¡±


    ¡°Engagement party?¡± I made a face. ¡°It¡¯s a mating ceremony-in-advance party¡± I said and sheughed and smacked my butt. The sound echoed in the room and I red at her and she chuckled.


    ¡°Sorry. I can¡¯t help it, you have a nice ass. Bubble butt actually¡± she teased and I rolled my eyes and smacked her own butt, she yelled out loud.


    ¡°Jeez queen, is that how I smacked yours?¡± She said and linked her arms to mine. ¡°Let¡¯s go meet hottie alpha¡±


    ¡°Hottie alpha?¡± I said with augh as we walked down the stairs. ¡°Is that what you call Logan?¡± I said and she grinned


    ¡°Yep¡± she said smugly, we entered therge hall and I grinned as the music red from the speakers.


    ¡°Is that¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°Yep¡± Gwen said, ¡°That¡¯s Maroon 5. My favorite musician¡± she twirled her waist in rhythm to the music.


    ¡°There you are,¡± said Logan¡¯s voice and I turned and offered him a smile.


    ¡°Here I am¡± I said and Logan grinned and linked arms with Gwen and I.


    ¡°In a minute, everyone is gonna officially know you are my mate. Ready?¡± He asked and I nodded. Fuck Brock, he should probably be in hell for breaking his promise toe to me. Logan took my hand and we climbed upstage. He picked a mic.


    ¡°My fellow wolves¡± he bellowed, ¡°I, your alpha has chosen a mate, someone to be with me for the rest of my life, a beautifuldy. Amelia Grace¡± he said and the crowd burst into a huge and deafening cheer. Logan grinned at me as the music started and he pulled me closer and we danced, but something caught my eye as I looked behind Logan. Standing in a corner, face devoid of emotion was my nightmare, my wet dreams, the person I fell in love with.


    Brock Jackson.


    He took one look at me and Logan, his green eyes which I could even see from here hardened and in one swift move he was gone.

 Always Grumpy

    I made an excuse to Logan that I was going to the toilet then I ran after Brock whose long legs were making it hard for me to catch up.


    ¡°Brock¡± I called but he didn¡¯t stop so I ran and grabbed his arm. He turned, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°What?¡± He snapped but I ignored him and stared at him in wonder.


    ¡°You¡¯re alive¡± I said and he scowled, and removed his arm from my grasp.


    ¡°Go and meet your mate. Fucking leave me alone¡± he growled. I stared at him, he looked angry.


    ¡°Are you jealous?¡± I teased and his nose red, he grabbed me and shove me into a wall.


    ¡°Say that again and I will¡­.. will¡­ I¡± he stuttered . I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.


    ¡°You can do nothing to me Brock.¡± I said softly, I leaned closer and he pushed himself away.


    ¡°Vixen¡± he growled, ¡°Who is teaching you this?¡± He asked and I grinned. Gwen had been teaching me how to seduce a man, d I learned.


    ¡°No one¡± I said then I scowled. ¡°Why did you leave me¡± I asked, serious. His green eyes darkened.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to exin myself to you¡± he said and I barked out augh harshly.


    ¡°Yeah you do.¡± I insisted then I pped him, hard. Tears pooled in my eyes. ¡°You promised, it¡¯s because of you I agreed to be Logan¡¯s mate¡± I yelled. Brock stare was a cold as ice. He walked closer to me, intimidate me with his gigantic height.


    ¡°You sound like this is an obligation. That you and I are something. Well you¡¯re wrong, you are nothing to me Amelia. What we had that night was a mistake. Goodbye.¡± He said and walked away.


    ¡°Brock!¡± I calledThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Brock!¡±


    But he didn¡¯t even look back, didn¡¯t even stop. He just walked away like I didn¡¯t exist.


    _______________________________________


    I woke up to a pounding headache and I groaned. Last night had ended up badly for me. When Logan spotted Brock, the two embraced and Logan made the party more intense and wild in celebration for Brock¡¯s return.


    My room door opened and Gwen walked in, she frowned when she saw my face.


    ¡°Headache?¡± She asked and I nodded. She opened a shelf and brought out a tonic. ¡°Here¡± she said and I drank a little.


    ¡°Where is Logan?¡± I asked. Gwen opened the curtains allowing the sunlight to filter through.


    ¡°Away with Brock¡± she said and grinned. ¡°Oh my God, now that the beta his back. I am so totally into him¡± she said and did a little skip. I red at her back, annoyance bubbles inside me much to my disgust.


    ¡°You can¡¯t date him, he has a girlfriend¡± I lied and Gwen opened her mouth in surprise.


    ¡°Oh¡± she said then narrowed her eyes. ¡°How did you know?¡± She asked and I shrugged.


    ¡°We are good friends. He told me himself¡± I lied again but she seem to buy it and nodded.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll keep on banging my crush¡± she said and I red at her.


    ¡°Do you have to point that out?¡± I asked and she grinned.


    ¡°Come on, Logan said I should show you the gardens¡± Gwen said and helped me slip into better clothes, she smacked my butt and I tapped her in the head. We burst intoughter and headed for the garden. The gardens were so beautiful that I was awestruck. I had always been a sucker for sunflowers and here they were, everywhere.


    ¡°Like it?¡± came a voice and we turned to see Logan and his taller beta watching us. I stared at Brock whose cold eyes bore into mine before moving away.


    ¡°Yes¡± I answered Logan who grinned and smacked Brock in the arm.


    ¡°I knew she would like it¡± he said and Brock grinned at Logan, a genuine one that had me melting.


    ¡°Who doesn¡¯t like your garden buddy¡± he said and the two of them roared out inughter. Beside me Gwen muttered something that sounded like. ¡®Oh heavens¡¯ and I knew she was referring to Brock.


    ¡°Brock, you watch the girls. I am gonna head up for a nap¡± Logan said and Brock opened his mouth to say something then he thought better of it and nodded.


    ¡°Sleep well, tight butts¡± he said to Logan and I raised a brow. Did he just call Logan tight butts? Logan grinned and waved him off. Brock walked away from us as soon as Logan left and plopped into a bench. Gwen tore her arm from mine and rushed to sit beside him. Brock turned and studied her then he rxed and stared ahead.


    ¡°Hi¡± Gwen said but he ignored her and I almostughed. If she thought that¡¯s how to approach Brock then she is in for a surprise. She tapped Brock on the shoulder and he stared at her hand like it was a snake.


    ¡°Get your hands off me¡± he said icily and Gwen frowned, she nced at me and mouthed the word. ¡®This is your friend?¡¯ I grinned and nodded. Gwen forced a smile and turned to Brock.


    ¡°I like you¡± she said and I stumbled back, shocked. How the hell did she have the nerve? I expected Brock to make a snide remark but he smiled, and I got the hint. That was a warning to Gwen.


    ¡°Well I don¡¯t like you¡± Brock said and shoved his hands into his pocket.


    ¡°Why?¡± Gwen asked and he shrugged. His eyes met mine briefly and they hardened.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to tell you anything¡± he said and rose to his feet and walked away heading in the direction of the forest. Gwen slipped a hand up her thighs and I fought the urge not to growl, was she getting turned on talking to Brock.


    ¡°You must be crazy¡± I stated and she grinned.


    ¡°Your beta is freaking hot. Cold, brooding and arrogant. My spec.¡± She said and rose.


    ¡°I am going in to huh¡­.¡± She motioned between her legs, ¡°Finish this¡± she said and went off. I sighed, Crazy Gwen. I turned to the forest and remembered Brock went there. This was my chance to get him to talk to me. I took off, running for the forest.


    You¡¯re mine Brock. Whether you like it or not.

 Dominance

    I reached the forest and sniffed, Brock had definitely passed here. The forest was dark now and the trees looked formidable in their silhouettes. I walked between the trees and raised my face to pick up his scent, feets away.


    I trudged ahead until I saw him, sitting on a stone ledge, staring ahead. The wind whipped his dark hair and he tossed his head back. The move was so sensual I nearly moaned.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± He said and I jumped. Werewolves and their super abilities. His was specially unique.


    ¡°I want to talk¡± I said and watched a rabbit ran up to him and cuddled his leg. Brock rubbed the animal lovingly making me feel jealous. So he treated an animal more than he did to me.


    ¡°Brock?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to talk to you¡± he snapped and I moved closer. He tensed as I approached. ¡°Stay away from me¡± he added.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Stay away? I won¡¯t. You can¡¯t make me.¡± I insisted and he growled. The rabbit beside him took off sensing his bad mood. He stood up and turned to me, his eyes were moltenva in color.


    ¡°Oh you will¡± his voice was monstrous and deadly, ¡°You are a brat, who doesn¡¯t know left to right¡± he said. I red at him, hurt, then the emotion slowly turned to anger.


    ¡°And you are a spineless bastard¡± I cried, ¡°Do you know how much I missed you. You promised nothing was gonna take you from me now you are the one running¡±


    His green eyes looked darker almost gray. He kept staring until I became ufortable.


    ¡°Yes¡± he finally said, ¡°I said that So you could escape, I knew you would not go if I hadn¡¯t promised toe back¡± he shoved his hands into his pocket.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t mean it?¡± I whispered. His green eyes softened for a moment then he brought up his walls.


    ¡°I can¡¯t give you what you want Amelia. Better you ept that¡± he said. I stared at him sadly.


    ¡°You can, it¡¯s a choice¡± I said and he red at me in annoyance.


    ¡°Okay. Not I can¡¯t but I won¡¯t. Go and marry Logan stop bothering me¡± he snapped and I chuckled despite myself.


    ¡°You sound upset¡± I said and he growled, the sound gave me chills and I shut my mouth. It was best not to anger his wolf. He nodded when I didn¡¯t say anything and started to leave.


    ¡°I still love you¡± I said quietly but I knew his sharp ears heard that, he turned and scowled as I walked up to him.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t I¡­.¡± He started to say but I shut him up with a kiss, shuddering in satisfaction as his hot lips closed over mine. Brock tensed at first then he kissed me back with passion, I pressed against him wanting to feel his hard body on mine. Brock grabbed my butt roughly groaning in animal-like need he grabbed my breasts and I cried out. I don¡¯t know what happened to me but I like Brock¡¯s rough touch more than Logan¡¯s gentle one¡¯s. I craved it.


    Rough, hard sex. Brock.


    Suddenly Brock stopped and pulled away, he stared at me fiercely.


    ¡°Tell me who is teaching you this¡± he said and I shrugged.


    ¡°Does it matter. I want you¡± I said and he stared at me, his green eyes not leaving my face until I sighed in exasperation.


    ¡°Fine. It¡¯s a friend of mine¡± I confessed and he raised a brow.


    ¡°Gwen¡± he said and I nodded. He grabbed my throat roughly and whispered in my ear.


    ¡°Seduce me again, and you won¡¯t like what I would do¡± he growled.


    ¡°You won¡¯t do anything. Can you?¡± I challenged and he tightened his hold briefly then he let go, and I smirked at him. ¡°I know you won¡¯t hurt me¡± I added, he stared at me briefly then looked away. I could have sworn that his gaze softened but I couldn¡¯t be so sure.


    ¡°Go home, Amelia. Go to your mate¡± he said, emphasizing on the word mate. I grinned as I ran back to Logan¡¯s mansion. Brock Jackson was jealous which mean only one thing


    He cared.

 Beta鈥檚 Back

    We sat in the war room examining the map Logan hadid out. We had reportedly caught a rogue wolf spy and it mean one thing. Vincent was still after us. Logan sat at the head of the table as the alpha, there was an empty chair beside him where Brock should sit but instead he was leaning on the wall on the far corner of the room.


    ¡°We can attack them¡± someone suggested and Logan shook his head.


    ¡°We can¡¯t do that Morris, it¡¯s not our style¡± Logan said, Morris scowled.


    ¡°Stop being weak Logan¡± he said and everyone gasped, no one called the alpha weak. Logan stare was unreadable.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got guts¡± a cold deep voice said and everyone turned.


    Brock.


    He walked to Morris and told before him. Morris was tall but Brock was no at his level in terms of height and build. Morris stared back defiantly and I wondered if he had a death wish.


    ¡°We need a strong alpha not some weakling¡± Morris growled and Brock¡¯s green eyes darkened.


    ¡°Say that again¡± he said, his voice gave me chills. Morris sneered.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    ¡°We need¡­¡­..¡± an uppercut cut him shut and Morris flew backwards from the impact, he crashed into a wall and slumped unconscious. Brock turned back to the group and nodded. I caught Logan mouthing the words ¡®Thank you but that wasn¡¯t necessary¡¯ but Brock ignored him and walked back to his spot.


    Logan cleared his throat and surveyed the room.


    ¡°Since we have no idea when they are gonna attack, we have to prepare¡± he said and turned to Brock. ¡°You¡¯ll keep on training Amelia, my mate¡± he said. I risked a nce at Brock who looked as if he wanted to object but he kept quiet and nodded.


    ¡°Good¡± Logan continued and stood. ¡°Let¡¯s prepare¡± he said, winked at me and left. The room emptied of people until it was just me and Brock.


    Once everyone left he red at me like it was my fault Logan asked him to train me.


    ¡°What?¡± I asked innocently, trying hard not to smirk.


    ¡°Did you force Logan to get me to train you¡± he growled and I shrugged.


    ¡°No¡± I said and he scowled.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mess with me¡± he said and I chuckled.


    ¡°I wish, but no I am not messing with you. Perhaps it¡¯s fate¡± I teased and he huffed bringing a smile to my face.


    ¡°Fuck fate¡± Brock said, running a hand through this hair. He headed for the door___


    ¡°Brock¡± I called and he stopped. ¡°When do I start training?¡± I asked.


    ¡°Today¡± he barked and walked out.


    _______________________________________


    Brock charged for me again, his face was so serious I thought he was going to kill me so I faltered but luckily he stopped with his sword hovering near my throat.


    ¡°Dead¡± he said and I rolled my eyes. He turned and chugged down a bottle of water while I discreetly stared at his ass. He turned back quickly and I stylishly raised my eyes to the sky. Brock raised a brow and shook his head.


    ¡°Sword out¡± he said and I unsheathed my sword and nodded, ¡°Now charge at me, attack!¡± He yelled and I burst forward with a speed I knew wasn¡¯t human and in an instant I was in his front shing but he sidestepped and brought his sword down in an arc. I blocked the blow only to be attacked from the side. Back and forth we went, shing, parrying and blocking until my arms grew tired and he disarmed me. I expected disdain but he studied me with respect.


    ¡°You¡¯re getting good¡± he said seriously and I grinned. Was Brock Jacksonplimenting me? This must be heaven


    ¡°Are youplimenting me?¡± I asked. Brock¡¯s green eyes danced and his lips twitched.


    ¡°Thank you should suffice¡± he said and I grinned at him.


    ¡°Thank you¡± I said our eyes met and he looked away.


    ¡°Pack your weapons. We¡¯ll do this another day¡± he said and I gathered the things while he watched me. I grabbed his hand as I scooted closer.


    ¡°I still love you Brock. I do not love Logan, I know you are angry I am with Logan¡± I said and he scowled.


    ¡°I am not angry,¡± he said quietly.


    ¡°You are,¡± I said. Brock¡¯s eyes red and he turned to go but I pulled him back.


    ¡°Tell me,¡± I said and ¡°I¡¯ll leave him,¡± I added. Brock opened his mouth to say something then he stopped and ruffled his dark hair.


    ¡°I am happy with my life¡± Brock said, ¡°I want nothing to do with you or anyone¡± he said.


    ¡°Then kiss me. Please just this once and I¡¯ll leave you alone¡± I said. Brock stared at me intently.


    He kept staring


    And staring


    Then he kissed me, so hard and passionate. I felt him throb between my legs with a joltprehension dawned on me.


    Brock wanted me.


    He wanted to do ¡®that¡¯ again


    He kissed me hard and pulled me to him, squeezing my butt as he fondled my breasts, he traveled down from my lips to my ear then my neck and he bit down gently. I cried out as his teeth found my flesh and arched my neck giving him further ess.


    ¡°Mark me¡± I said, delusional with pleasure. He chuckled, the sound vibrated through his chest into mine.


    ¡°You are crazy¡± I said and I nodded burying my face into his neck.


    ¡°I love you¡± I said and he nodded.


    ¡°I know but I don¡¯t¡± he said and detached himself from my hold. ¡°Wish I could say that back to you, Amelia. But I can¡¯t love, ever again¡± he kissed me once more and left. My mouth still burned from his kiss and I must have stood there staring for hours even after he was long gone, maybe I should cancel this whole mate thing. I can¡¯t stand being without Brock, his moods, his stormy green eyes. His quirky smile, his quiet chuckle and sexy dimples.


    I¡¯ll get you one day Brock

 Training for glory

    I cleaned my face with a bandanna as I twirled my fingers around my sword hilt watching Brock who was circling me. It was day five on my training and Brock was as ruthless as ever.


    Brock let out a fierce cry and bore down on me, I avoided the first blow only to be struck in the ass by the t of his sword.


    ¡°Seriously?¡± I said but he didn¡¯t smile, if any he scowled.


    ¡°You are fucking slow¡± he said. It was my turn to scowl.


    ¡°I hate you¡± I said rolling my eyes and he nodded.


    ¡°Good¡± he rasped and pointed his sword at my throat, ¡°Now fight¡± he said and I growled. My wolf was getting impatient and angry. I let out a roar and attacked swinging my sword for his head then swiftly went for his legs. Surprise filled his eyes for a moment then he blocked the blow but I smirked when he fell for the trap. I pulled my arm back thenunched a powerful punch into his face. His head snapped to the side from the impact and I went still feeling guilty. He turned and smiled, blood dripping from his nose and I almost broke down.


    ¡°I am so sorry¡± I said tearing a fabric off my shirt and dabbing it at his nose. He didn¡¯t object and let me clean it.


    ¡°I am so¡­..¡±


    ¡°Shut up¡± Brock said with a smile. ¡°I should go. It¡¯s enough for today¡±


    ¡°Okay¡± I said shakily still feeling guilty. He studied me then smiled.


    ¡°It¡¯s alright Amelia. You did well today don¡¯t feel guilty¡± he said and I stared into his green eyes, fascinated by my image in them. I rose on my toes and brush my lips against his, he sighed and deepened the kiss, threading his fingers through my hair then he pulled away and waved as he walked off


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    The night sir was chilly and I hated it, I picked one of my hoodies and put it on. Gwen was sound asleep beside me. She had came in earlier in the evening drunk and crashed on my bed instantly falling asleep. I smiled as I draped the nket over her and she muttered something like ¡®yes baby¡¯ and I rolled my eyes was she dreaming about___typical of Gwen. She would be practically screaming in her dream has her unknown lover did what she was dreaming with her.


    Brock


    Instantly his name formed in my mind, Was he asleep right now. Maybe I should go check. I jumped out on my window carefully and tiptoed to his house which was just seven houses away. Making sure not to be seen I went to his bedroom window and peeped__no one was in. Carefully, I slip into the room and____


    ¡°Nice try¡± came a deep voice behind me and I jumped. I whirled round to find Brock, arms folded ring at me.


    ¡°Hi¡± I said and he raised a brow. I mentally facepalmed myself.


    Way to go Amelia, you sneak into a guy¡¯s room and say hi


    ¡°What do you want¡± he asked and I forced a smile and dropped into a small sofa.


    ¡°Nothing. I am bored¡± I said and he red at me. Something caught my attention, a picture of a blond haireddy, so beautiful I felt inferior staring at her.


    ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± I asked and Brock followed my gaze until he nced at the picture. He scowled at me.


    ¡°It¡¯s none of your business¡± he growled and I stood and held his hand.


    ¡°You love her?¡± I asked and he stared at me surprised by my question, his green eyes softened. They were bright with bushes tears.


    ¡°Yes¡± he said choking back a sob and suddenly felt guilty intruding on his past.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°I am sorry¡± I said and pulled him into a hug. I felt him quietly sobbing and tensed. This really must have hurt him, Brock never cried or showed emotion, he was usually stoic and cold.


    Brock pulled away and stared at me, his eyes drifted to my lips and I licked them.


    ¡°Brock I¡­¡± he silenced me with a kiss, pulling me closer to me, I closed my eyes relishing the feel of his mouth on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, greedily feasting on his lips. He groaned into my mouth.


    ¡°Amy¡± he whispered in my ear and bit into my neck gently. I arched my neck giving him more ess.


    ¡°Please¡± I begged, not sure what I was begging for.


    ¡°Please what?¡± He asked, licking my earlobe and I cried out as his fingers found my thighs. I nodded not knowing how to say it to him. He shook his head.


    ¡°Tell me what you want¡± he rasped in my ear and I sighed.


    ¡°Ummm¡­. I want it¡± I said with a blush and he chuckled.


    ¡°Shy now?¡± He teased and smiled then without warning he threw me on the bed and took off his shirt.


    ¡°You are driving me crazy Amelia. Let me warn you I am not going to be gentle¡± he growled and I nodded.


    ¡°I know¡± I said taking off my hoodie and my nightgown underneath. ¡°Make me yours¡± I whispered and his green eyes shed yellow. He shook his head and growled, like a wolf and crashed into me pinning me with his weight then he pushed himself in and I cried out. This was surreal I had no idea on how much I missed him until now. Brock mumbled something like an apology and moved faster while I clung until him, wanting to feel his perfect body on mine, then came that heady feeling, building like a wave rising from my loins then I almost screamed in the ecstasy of my climax but Brock quickly covered my mouth with his hands then his eyes widened.


    ¡°Oh God¡± he groaned, ¡°Oh God. I am so stupid he made a move to get off me but I tightened my legs around his waist and spun around sending him under me. Brock struggled but I continued moving until he let out a growl and I felt him let out himself inside me to the brink. He sighed and closed his eyes when he opened them they were bright with fury.


    ¡°Get out¡± he said curtly and I stared at him in surprise.


    ¡°But I¡­.¡±


    ¡°Out!¡± He yelled and I nodded, tears filling my vision. I gathered my things and left quietly sobbing.


    I was done with Brock Jackson


    Forever.

 Why so Glum

    ¡°Why so glum Amy¡± Gwen called as she entered the room. I turned to stare at her offering her a small smile.


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing Gwen, it¡¯s just mood swings¡± I said and she frowned her eyes studied me.


    ¡°Are you pregnant¡± she asked seriously and I stared at her open mouthed.


    ¡°Gwen¡± I screeched and she grinned and yed with my blond hair. ¡°Jeez Gwen I am not pregnant. Damn you.¡± She grinned at me and tugged on my arm leading me to the balcony.


    ¡°Logan is organizing a remembrance party today. You are expected, no excuses¡± she said and I raised a brow.


    ¡°Howe you know this things before I do?¡± I asked and she grinned, her face lit up in the morning glow.


    ¡°It¡¯s my specialty¡± she winked at me. ¡°Gossip¡± she added and Iughed and cuffed her in the head.


    ¡°Of course. Gossip and Sex¡± I muttered and she nodded and smacked my ass in return. I red at her but she waved me off.


    ¡°What of your friend¡± she asked and I stared at her in confusion. ¡°Brock¡± she added for rity and I scowled.


    ¡°He is not my friend¡± I said in between clenched teeth and Gwen raised a brow.


    ¡°But you said¡­..¡±


    ¡°He is not my friend¡± I growled and she nodded, staring at me strangely and I didn¡¯t care. I wanted Brock out of my mind and I didn¡¯t even want to hear his name. He could go back to the rogue wolvesnd for all I care. I turned away from Gwen as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.


    ¡°You¡¯re alright Amy?¡± Gwen asked behind me and I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut.


    ¡°It¡¯s just moods¡± I said. She squeezed my shoulder.


    ¡°It¡¯s is not necessary youe to the party. I can tell Logan that you are ill¡± she said and I shook my head, it¡¯s time I epted Logan as my mate and forget Brock. I turned and smiled sweetly at Gwen.


    ¡°I can¡¯t surely miss this party. I am in¡± I said and Gwen beamed.


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    I tried to act like Brock¡¯s absence wasn¡¯t getting to me but it was. I found myself craning my neck to see if he came but he didn¡¯t, I mostly wanted him toe so I can show him I didn¡¯t need him anymore but as usual he always scatter my ns.


    I slowly sipped from my ss of wine, watching people dancing and groping each other. I meant it when I said I was done with Brock. Rising to my feet I grabbed Logan¡¯s hand and led him to the dance floor. Around us, werewolves howled in delight and did catcalls and I grinned. I twirled around Logan while he held my waist possessive of me. He grinned and I pulled him closer, staring deep into his eyes while his hand wandered lower from my waist.


    Suddenly another excited shout came and we turned and what I saw made me angry. There was Brock, but Brock of all people was grinning while ady so beautiful and voluptuous that I felt inferior was gyrating on him and he was allowing it. She raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed him, around us werewolves screamed in delight and Brock grinned, his eyes met mine and he smiled and turned away leading thedy with him. Suddenly I felt like the air in my body was being choked out of my lungs.


    When Logan and I finished our dance I made an excuse and ran out to the hallway and there again was Brock kissing thedy and she was kissing in back with passionate, she moaned when he squeezed her butt and I angrily cleared my throat. They slowly separated my and she kissed Brock on the lips one more time.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± His voice was hoarse and filled with annoyance.


    ¡°Nothing¡± I snapped, ¡°I want to use the toilet and you are in my way.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡± Brock said and grinned at thedy besides him, ¡°She says we are in her way. Let¡¯s go home honey I want you with me¡± he said and walked past me, thedy followed looking at me in disdain as she passed.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    I forced down a sob as they left, it was not supposed to be this hard avoiding him, why did I feel so pained, What was he going to do with thedy anyway? I washed my face and loosened my ponytail letting my hair fall loose.


    I made an excuse to Logan about wanting to rest and headed home. On the way I passed Brock¡¯s house and decided to have a peek. There on the bed was Brock, thedy from earlier was crawling up him, I washed in fury and pain as she captured his lips in hers. I watched as she took of her shirt and Brock grinned then I scowled and backed away and walked back to the party. Logan stared at me in surprise, he opened his mouth to talk but I silenced him with a kiss and pulled him closer to me, while I dance away my hurt and anger.

 Patching Torn hearts

    I grinned as Gwen showed me a dance move. Earlier, she hadmented on how I sucked at dancing, not that I really cared but the way she put really made it sound bad. She smiled when she finished and did a mock-bow.


    ¡°This is how we humans dance¡± shemented dryly and I frowned.


    ¡°I don¡¯t dance like a human?¡± I asked and she nodded and chugged down a bottle of water.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Come on, Amy. Are you asking me that? You dance like a frog¡± she said grinning wickedly and I pouted.


    ¡°Did you have to point that out¡± I said and she shrugged. We walked out of the empty hall and went out to the open fields. The splendor of this ce still amazes me, beside me Gwen yawned and stretched.


    ¡°I am gonna crash. Teaching you is so exhausting¡± she said and I raised a brow.


    ¡°More than exhausting than sex?¡± I asked biting my lip not to smile. She grinned and pinched my nose.


    ¡°Yep.¡± She said and she waved as she walked away. I walked out of the hall and immediately crashed into someone. I raised my head to stare into sexy green eyes that hardened when they saw me. He scowled when he saw me and moved away and walked past. I turned and saw him heading for the gym so I followed him.


    He picked the weights and instantly lifted them up they were twigs, while I stared transfixed as his corded muscles strained against his shirt.


    ¡°You can stop staring¡± he said without ncing my way and I quickly pretended I wasying out a mat. Brock finally turned a raised a brow and i scowled at him.


    ¡°And you can stop staring at me¡± I retorted. Brock smile was as sinister as a viin, he said nothing and went back to the weights and started lifting.


    ¡°Who¡¯s thatdy¡± I asked and Brock froze, he slowly dropped the weight and turned again, his stare was cold as ice.


    ¡°It¡¯s none of your fucking business¡± he snarled and I shrugged and stared at him in the eye.


    ¡°We¡¯re friends you can confide in me¡± I said. He obviously didn¡¯t like that because his green eyes suddenly were moltenva in color.


    ¡°Who¡¯s your friend?¡± He growled and I stared at him in surprise. That hurts. I forced a smile instead trying to mask the pain I felt when he said that.


    ¡°Okay we¡¯re are not friends. We are¡­¡±


    ¡°Nothing¡± he interrupted, ¡°We don¡¯t know each other. It¡¯s better you stop talking to me and by the way I have a girlfriend¡± he snapped and I lowered my eyes to the ground unable to act cool anymore.


    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± I said leaving the tears I held to fall. Brock eyes saddened but he turned away.


    ¡°Am not a totally good person, Amelia. I am not good enough for you or Logan. I broke the rules¡± he said in low tones.


    ¡°Is it that bad? To be with me. Don¡¯t you love me?¡± I asked and he shut his eyes, when he opened them they were unreadable.


    ¡°I care for you Amelia. I don¡¯t know if I love you. But I don¡¯t deserve you, am a selfish heartless bastard and you know that¡± he said and I pulled his face towards me.


    ¡°You are not. It¡¯s just a mask¡± I said and his eyes met mine. Something red in his eyes and he took his fac from my hands.


    ¡°I am gonna go, I am going to met my girl¡± he said and pivoted.


    ¡°Please¡± I pleaded and he stopped, ¡°Don¡¯t go¡± I said and he shook his head.


    ¡°Leave me alone¡± he said softly and walked away.


    _______________________________________


    I sneaked into the house and hid in the shadows. It waste in the night, the moonlight filtered through the windows, giving me more strength. I had woke up needing Brock so much I nearly cried. So I decided to sneak into his house. I tiptoed forward hoping I didn¡¯t crash into something or that he wasn¡¯t with anydy. I opened his bedroom door and peeked in. It was very dark and I smiled, maybe he wasn¡¯t at home. Iy on the bed, relishing the soft mattress behind my back.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got guts¡± came Brock¡¯s deep voice and I yelled in surprise, the lights came on and there he was, lounging in a sofa at a corner.


    ¡°I wanted to see you¡± I said. His mouth pursed into a firm line.


    ¡°I thought I made it clear to leave me alone¡± he said, his voice held an edge but I didn¡¯t care.


    ¡°You can resist me for long¡± I said and took off my robes. Brock eyes red in need, he quickly looked away and I smiled.


    ¡°You want me¡± I said and he growled, low and animalistic.


    ¡°Don¡¯t taunt me¡± he said. His voice was thick with his wolf. I smiled and stalked to where he was and sat on hisp. I bit his neck and he groaned.


    ¡°You. Are. Mine¡± I whispered in his ear. He growled and red at me, his eyes were bright golden. He took of his shirt and i tugged down his pants.


    ¡°It¡¯s a full moon tonight¡± he growled and covered my lips with his, ¡°I am gonna break you¡±


    ¡°Good¡± I muttered, ¡°Break me¡± I whispered and he pushed into me and I cried out as I got lost in a world of bliss. I thought I saw movement outside the window but I didn¡¯t care.


    This was where I want to be.


    In Brock¡¯s arms.

 Accepted

    I opened my eyes to find Brock¡¯s side of the bed empty and I sighed. Not again! Did he regret already? I sighed and slid out of the covers putting on my underwear. I stared at the huge library of books on the wall and smiled. So Brock read books, how cute, a book caught my attention and I saw that I was an old journal written by Brock.


    ¡°You know, you shouldn¡¯t snoop¡± said Brock voice behind me and I whirled around, his journal fell from my hands and he smiled.


    ¡°If you want to read that all you have to do his ask¡± he said and I gave a nervousugh.


    ¡°Umm¡­.. no¡±¡®


    ¡°No?¡± Brock asked and I sighed.


    ¡°Fine yeah. I want to see what a person like you writes in a journal¡± I said and Brock chuckled.


    ¡°A person like me? A monster huh?¡± He said and I grabbed his hands and put them on my chest.


    ¡°I¡¯ll never think of you as a monster Brock I that¡¯s what I thought I won¡¯t be here¡± I said and Brock shook his head.


    ¡°What do you see in me. People who care for me dies. My father, my mother, my younger sister, my wife¡± he said. His eyes were filled with unshed tears suddenly I felt so bad. I have been angry with him when he had been through so much.


    ¡°Am. So sorry¡± I pulled him into a hug. I felt his tears on my neck but I didn¡¯t mind. If Brock was crying that means he was hurt and he needed someone. He pulled away and went to the window, he turned to me, his green eyes were soft.


    ¡°You are so good, so nice. Don¡¯t I scare you, I have killed more than you have draw breathe. I have done pretty bad things, Amelia. Bad things.¡± He said and turned away.


    ¡°It¡¯s best you avoid me Amelia I am a cruel soulless person¡± he added and I shook my head.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°That isn¡¯t going to stop me from loving you, Brock. You are my one to love¡± I said and he sighed and walked closer to me. He brushed my blond hair from my face and rubbed my chin.


    ¡°Such arge heart¡± he said and stared into my eyes. ¡°I want to kiss you but I won¡¯t¡± he said and I stared at him in confusion.


    ¡°Why?¡± I asked and he shook his head,


    ¡°If I kiss you I won¡¯t stop until you are screaming my name¡­¡­. under me¡± he said and I stared at him in challenge.


    ¡°I want you too¡± I said and brushed my lips against his, he closed his eyes then he stepped back and grabbed a bottle of brandy from a table and poured it in a ss.


    ¡°Nice try¡± he said and chugged down the drunk and I groaned.


    ¡°Brock! It is rude to leave a woman after she just kissed you¡± I said and he smirked. He handed me a bottle of brandy and I shook my head. He raised a brow and I sighed and took the ss and sipped slowly.


    ¡°It¡¯s feels like yesterday¡± I said and he turned to me.


    ¡°What?¡± He asked and I smiled. I pushed back his dark hair that fell to his temples.


    ¡°Our time in the Roguends¡± I said and his green eyes became unreadable.


    ¡°Oh. True¡± he said and gulped down another ss of brandy. ¡°We were a pretty good team back there¡± he said and I chuckled.


    ¡°You mean all the countless times you ditched me¡± I said and he burst intoughter.


    ¡°Gosh you don¡¯t forget. Do you?¡± He asked and I shook my head.


    ¡°No. I don¡¯t, which is why I am gonna find that bitch you slept with and kill her¡± I said seriously and he smiled.


    ¡°Ohhhhhh, feisty¡± he said and grinned and for the tenth time this morning I was momentarily stunned by how handsome and young he looked with no trace of the cynicism that usually clouds his eyes.


    ¡°You are happy¡± I observed and he give me a lopsided smile and spread his arms.


    ¡°I just banged my friends mate. Why won¡¯t I be happy¡± he said and I rolled my eyes.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to put it that way, silly¡± I said and he smiled and put on a shirt.


    ¡°I am going to get something¡± he said and I smiled as he left. Brock seemed happy today and even though he still made snide remarks he did so with humor. I went to my room and met Gwen grinning at me and I stared at her confused.


    ¡°Why are you looking at me like that?¡± I asked and she grinned.


    ¡°You just had sex with your alpha¡¯s beta. Am proud of you¡± she whispered and I smacked her in the arm.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you dare think about it¡± I said and she grinned like she was having the time of her life.


    ¡°Can I have him too,¡± she said running a finger up her thigh sensually and I shook my head. Gwen was a real vixen.


    ¡°No Gwen. I am just so happy. Maybe things would work, out all this enemity would stop finally.¡± I said and she smiled and patted me on the shoulder. She studied her self in the mirror and did a little twirl.


    ¡°Just be careful, if Logan finds out, you are Brock are dead meat¡± she said and I nodded not wanting to think about it. The topic made me had headache and it sometimes makes me feel guilty knowing I don¡¯t love Logan and will never love him.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine Gwen. I am going to be fine¡± I said and tied my hair into a ponytail.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go workout¡± I added and Gwen grinned. We packed what we need and headed for the do.


    ¡°What will you do when Logan finds out¡± she asked and I shrugged.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll tell him the truth¡± I said and sighed. ¡°I love Brock, not him¡±

 New Girl

    I plopped on the grass sweating profusely, the sword in my hand felt like cement, my legs quivered and I red at Brock for the fifteenth time this morning.


    ¡°Why can¡¯t you be nice? You are so mean¡± I said and his green eyes twinkled evily like he had wicked ns for me.


    ¡°I know you Amelia, if I get soft on you. I¡¯ll be in your bed instead of whooping your ass in training¡± he said seriously and I blushed. Ever since I had sessfully seduced him, he had been secretly been teasing me about it, calling me a vixen.


    ¡°It¡¯s takes to two to do it. You were a willing participant¡± I said and he nodded, his eyes darkened a bit and I sighed; here ites.


    ¡°I¡¯ll really don¡¯t want to hurt Logan, he loves you¡± he said and I sighed. I was getting tired of this honestly. If it wasn¡¯t for him, I would have told Logan since.


    ¡°I don¡¯t love Logan. I care for him and respect him, but¡­¡­.¡± I took his hands and he watched me with his green eyed gaze.


    ¡°I love you Brock¡± I said and he let out his obviously pent up breath and sighed.


    ¡°Thank you¡± he said softly and I nodded. Though that was not what I desperately wanted to hear and he knew that too but it was enough at least for now. Brock waved goodbye and headed home while I practiced a few sword swings that he taught me before I headed to my quarters. When I got to my room, Gwen was already waiting, she obviously was trying to suppress a grin when she saw me sweating.


    ¡°Hope this isn¡¯t what I am thinking¡± she said and I rolled my eyes.


    ¡°No idiot, I was sword training with Brock. Not what your perverted mind thinks¡± I said and she smiled at me.


    ¡°Whatever, I have got gist for you¡± when said and I stared at her.


    ¡°What gist?¡± I asked and she stood up to check her hair in the mirror.


    ¡°New girl, ims she was escaping a rogue pack. But by Lycan¡¯s ws, she is beautiful. So beautiful I want to kiss her¡± Gwen said and I groaned.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t tell me you were into girls¡± I said and she smiled.


    ¡°No I am not, but thisdy is so beautiful and sexy that I want to be¡± she said.


    ¡°Whatever, I want to shower¡± I said. Gwen nodded and headed for the door.


    ¡°Oh by the way, Logan is gonna introduce her tonight. And girl, he looks smitten¡± she said and I stopped in my track. I thought the only person Logan was smitten with was me. I could not help but feel a sense of foreboding. Something felt definitely wrong.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


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    Now it was my turn to gape, I mean I have seen a lot of beautiful girls but this one was by far the most beautiful I have seen. I knew I was beautiful but I suddenly felt inferior the only person who wasn¡¯t gaping like a fish was Brock he just crossed his arms and looked at her as a soldier would to a new recruit. Logan spotted me and was trying hard not to nce at her.


    ¡°Hi¡± thedy said, staring at Brock and only Brock. I started to frown, I didn¡¯t like the way she looked at him.


    ¡°Hey, hello¡± Brock said and extended his hand. ¡°Brock¡± he said and she smiled, revealing pearly white teeth.


    ¡°Sage¡± she said and shook his hand, ¡°Sorry for causing a stir. I was fleeing rogue wolves¡± she said and Brock¡¯s eyes darkened.


    ¡°Vincent?¡± He asked and confusion filled her beautiful features.


    ¡°Who¡¯s Vincent?¡± She asked and Brock eyes wandered till they found Logan.


    ¡°Never mind. I should go. Check the borders¡± he said and she smiled wanly at him.


    ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll like you to show me aroundter. I feel safe here¡± she said, shing her trademark smile. Brock studied her then his lips lifted into a cocky smile.


    ¡°I¡¯ll like that too¡± he said and was gone in an instant.

 Battle for the beta

    The sun beat down mercilessly, turning the training grounds into a furnace. Sweat stered my hair to my forehead, stinging my eyes. My muscles screamed in protest with each swing of the wooden sword, but I pushed myself harder. Every ng against the practice dummy was a silent scream, a release of the frustration simmering beneath my skin.


    Brock, my infuriatingly handsome tormentor, parried my blows with practiced ease. His green eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of seriousness today. Every so often, his gaze would flicker towards the entrance of the training grounds, sending a jolt through me.


    ¡°Enough for now, Amelia,¡± he finally said, disarming me with a swift flick of his wrist. ¡°You¡¯re going to tire yourself out before tonight.¡±


    My breath hitched. ¡°Tonight?¡±


    A slow smirk spread across his face. ¡°Didn¡¯t Gwen tell you? Logan¡¯s throwing a little get-together to wee the new arrival.¡±


    My grip tightened on the hilt of the practice sword. ¡°New arrival?¡±


    ¡°Yeah,¡± Brock confirmed, his voice devoid of its usual yful lilt. ¡°Some rogue she-wolf who escaped her pack. Apparently, she¡¯s a looker.¡±


    My stomach churned. A beautiful she-wolf seeking refuge? This couldn¡¯t be good. Images of captivating emerald eyes and a wless figure danced in my mind, fueled by Brock¡¯s nonchnt description.


    ¡°Great,¡± I mumbled, tossing the practice sword aside with more force than necessary.


    ¡°Jealous much?¡± Brock teased, his smirk widening.


    I red at him. ¡°Jealous? Why would I be jealous of some stray mutt who probably doesn¡¯t even know how to hold a sword properly?¡±


    Brock¡¯ eyebrow shot up. ¡°Is that right? Then why are you practically fuming?¡±


    Heat flooded my cheeks. ¡°I am not fuming,¡± I lied, my voiceced with a defensiveness I couldn¡¯t quite control.


    ¡°Uh-huh,¡± Brock chuckled, his amusement evident. ¡°Just keep that fire under control tonight. Remember, Logan is the one introducing her.¡±


    His words felt like a punch to the gut. The truth was, I wasn¡¯t sure whose attention bothered me more  Sage¡¯s supposed interest in Brock, or Logan¡¯s sudden eagerness to introduce her.


    Later that evening, the pack house buzzed with an unusual energy. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual stoic demeanor of most werewolves. I found myself lingering by the doorway, observing the scene with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.


    In the center of the room stood Logan, a wide smile stered on his face. Beside him, a woman with cascading raven hair and eyes the color of twilight held his gaze. Even from a distance, her beauty was undeniable. Her figure was lithe and graceful, d in simple leather pants and a tunic that entuated her curves.


    Sage, I presumed.


    The way Logan held her gaze, the lingering touch on her arm  a pang of something akin to betrayal shot through me. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to take a deep breath. It was ridiculous to feel this way. I didn¡¯t love Logan. He was just a friend, a confidante. But the possessiveness bubbling inside me refused to be quelled.


    Gwen, ever the observant one, materialized beside me. ¡°Well, well, well,¡± she drawled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ¡°Someone seems to be having a silent meltdown.¡±


    I shot her a withering look. ¡°I am not having a meltdown.¡±


    ¡°Uh-huh,¡± she mimicked, nudging me with her elbow. ¡°So, what do you think of the newpetition?¡±


    ¡°Competition?¡± I scoffed. ¡°She¡¯s just some lost pup Logan decided to take pity on.¡±


    Gwen¡¯s lips twitched. ¡°Lost pup, huh? Interesting choice of words, considering you were the one who¡­ well, let¡¯s just say helped Logan be less, er, interested in the female poption.¡±


    My cheeks burned again. ¡°That was different.¡±


    ¡°Different how?¡± she pressed, her voiceced with amusement.


    ¡°It was¡­ a mistake,¡± I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.


    Gwen¡¯sughter filled the air, light and carefree. ¡°A delicious mistake, wouldn¡¯t you say?¡±Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Before I could retort, Logan and Sage approached us. Logan¡¯s smile faltered slightly when he saw me, but he quickly recovered.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± he said, his voice warm. ¡°This is Sage. Sage, this is Amelia, one of our best trackers.¡±


    Sage extended a hand towards me, a dazzling smile gracing her lips. ¡°It¡¯s a pleasure to meet you, Amelia.¡±


    Her voice was soft, melodic, and strangely familiar. I shook her hand, feeling an inexplicable chill course through me. Her touch sent a jolt through my system, a mixture of something akin to fear and¡­something else.


    ¡°Likewise,¡± I managed, forcing a smile. My voice sounded strained to my own ears.


    Sage¡¯s gaze lingered on my face for a beat too long, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that made me squirm. Then, her attention shifted to Brock, who had just entered the room.


    His eyes, as predicted,nded directly on Sage. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he schooled his expression into a neutral mask.


    ¡°Well, well,¡± he said, his voice a low drawl. ¡°If it isn¡¯t the rogue we¡¯ve all been hearing about.¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile remained dazzling, but a hint of wariness crept into her eyes. ¡°The one and only,¡± she replied, her voiceced with a hint of defiance.


    The atmosphere in the room crackled with a strange tension. It was as if a silent battle of wills was taking ce, an unspoken challenge between Sage and Brock.


    Logan, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, attempted to lighten the mood. ¡°Brock, why don¡¯t you show Sage around? Familiarize her with the pack grounds?¡±


    Brock¡¯s green eyes flickered to mine for a fleeting moment, a silent question hanging in the air. Then, with a nod, he turned to Sage.


    ¡°Lead the way,¡± he said, gesturing towards the door.


    Sage cast a lingering nce at me before following Brock out of the room. My stomach churned. It was absurd how quickly I felt threatened by this neer.


    The rest of the evening was a blur. I tried to engage in conversations, force a smile, but my mind kept reying the scene with Sage and Brock. Her undeniable beauty, the way she looked at him, the electricity that seemed to crackle between them  it all fueled a fire of jealousy within me.


    Later that night, as Iy restless in my bed, Gwen finally spilled the tea.


    ¡°So,¡± she said, her voice barely a whisper, ¡°what do you think of our new guest?¡±


    ¡°She¡¯s¡­ beautiful,¡± I admitted grudgingly.


    ¡°Stunning,¡± Gwen corrected. ¡°Like a goddess sculpted by the moon itself.¡±


    ¡°Andpletely out of my league,¡± I muttered, burying my face in the pillow.


    Gwen chuckled. ¡°Oh, Amelia, don¡¯t be ridiculous. You¡¯re just as beautiful, if not more. But beauty isn¡¯t everything, is it?¡±


    ¡°Apparently, it goes a long way,¡± I sighed.


    ¡°Not with the right person,¡± Gwen said, her voice serious. ¡°Brock isn¡¯t exactly known for his shallowness.¡±


    A flicker of hope ignited within me. ¡°You think so?¡±


    ¡°I do,¡± Gwen affirmed. ¡°But you better make your move soon, girl. This Sage seems to be ying a different game.¡±


    Her words echoed in my mind as I drifted off to sleep, a battle raging within me. Fear of rejection warred with a newfound determination. I couldn¡¯t let this beautiful neer waltz in and steal the man I secretly loved.

 Game of Chess?

    The morning sun glinted off Brock¡¯s sweat as he sparred with Sage. I watched from the sidelines, my heart doing a nervous menco routine in my chest. Sage, all toned arms and confident steps (for a supposed newbie), danced around him, dodging his practice sword with surprising grace. But it was the way her body brushed against his every now and then that made me want to grab a sword and yell, ¡°Hey, personal space much?¡±


    Then, disaster struck. Sage stumbled back,nding right in Brock¡¯s arms. For a second, they were locked in a hug that seemed way too friendly for a training session. My breath hitched. Sage giggled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and stepped away, shooting me a look that could have melted steel.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Whoa there, drama queen,¡± Brock chuckled, finally noticing me. ¡°Looks like you tripped over your own two feet.¡±


    Ignoring him, I marched over, my voice clipped. ¡°This isn¡¯t a flirting session, Sage. Need I remind you we¡¯re training?¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly. ¡°Actually,¡± she said, her voice sugary sweet, ¡°I was just asking for some pointers. Seems my escape from the rogues left me a little rusty on the swordy front.¡±


    ¡°Right,¡± I scoffed. ¡°And why exactly is Mr. Perfect here your personal tutor?¡±


    Brock shrugged, a yful glint in his eyes. ¡°No harm in showing the new girl the ropes, right, Amelia?¡±


    Before I could unleash the verbal smackdown brewing in my head, he turned back to Sage. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s start with the basics.¡± He positioned himself behind her, guiding her hands on the practice sword. The way his body brushed against hers made me clench my fists, but Brock seemed oblivious, focused on the lesson.


    I watched, green with envy, as they practiced swings and stances. Every touch, every brush of their bodies felt like a tiny betrayal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Brock called it a quits.


    ¡°Thanks, handsome,¡± Sage purred, batting her eyshes at him. ¡°Think I¡¯m starting to get the hang of it.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Brock said simply, his expression unreadable. ¡°Just remember, practice makes perfect.¡±


    Sage shed him a dazzling smile, then turned to me, her eyes glinting with something annoyingly confident. ¡°Maybe you could join us sometime, Amelia. I bet I could learn a lot from your skills too.¡±


    The challenge in her voice was clear as day. I opened my mouth to retort, but Brock stepped between us, his voice low.


    ¡°Alright, that¡¯s enough training for today, Sage. Why don¡¯t you go freshen up? I¡¯ll get someone else to show you around.¡±


    Sage hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly and walked away. The second she was out of sight, I whirled on Brock, my frustration bubbling over.


    ¡°Dude, seriously?¡± I hissed. ¡°Don¡¯t you see what she¡¯s doing? It¡¯s like she¡¯s glued to you!¡±


    Brock leaned against the training dummy, a smirk tugging at his lips. ¡°Whoa, chill, Amelia,¡± he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. ¡°She¡¯s just being friendly.¡±


    ¡°Friendly?¡± I practically shrieked. ¡°Friendly doesn¡¯t involve practically making out with you in the middle of training!¡±


    My outburst hung in the air, the weight of my jealousy heavy in the silence. Brock¡¯s smirk faltered, reced by a flicker of amusement that quickly morphed into something more serious.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Sage stumbled. I caught her. That¡¯s it.¡±


    ¡°And the way she was practically clinging to you while you showed her the sword?¡± My voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt. ¡°That wasn¡¯t an ident either.¡±


    Brock sighed, running a hand through his hair. ¡°Look,¡± he said, his voice gentling, ¡°I appreciate your¡­ protectiveness, but you¡¯re being childish. Sage needs help learning to defend herself. That¡¯s all that¡¯s going on.¡±


    ¡°Is it?¡± I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper. ¡°Because it sure seemed like she was enjoying the attention a little too much.¡±


    He gave me a long, searching look, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something deep in his green eyes  maybe annoyance, maybe something else entirely.


    ¡°Let me tell you something, Amelia,¡± he said, his voice low and serious. ¡°Sage fleeing a rogue pack sounds fishy. Doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    My breath hitched. ¡°You think she¡¯s lying?¡±


    He shrugged. ¡°Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing¡¯s for sure  she¡¯s not here for swordy lessons.¡±


    The revtion stunned me. Could he be right? But then what was Sage¡¯s game?


    Before I could voice my newfound suspicion, Brock did something unexpected. He cupped my face in his calloused hands, his touch surprisingly gentle.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry about Sage, alright?¡± he said, his gaze locking onto mine. ¡°You and I, we have something special. Don¡¯t let anyone, or anything, make you forget that.¡±


    Then, before I could react, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a fleeting kiss, sweet and tender, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me, chasing away the doubts and insecurities that had been swirling in my head.


    ¡°Now,¡± he said, pulling back with a mischievous wink, ¡°how about we show Sage just what a real sparring session looks like?¡±


    The yfulness in his voice pulled me back from the edge of panic. But a tiny seed of suspicion remained, stubbornly nestled in my heart.


    The rest of the training session passed in a blur. We sparred with a fierceness that surprised even ourselves, the unspoken tension between us fueling our movements. Every sh of swords, every breathless exchange sent a thrill through me.


    Finally, as exhaustion began to set in, Brock called it quits. He gave me a lopsided grin, then turned towards the clearing just as Sage reappeared.


    ¡°Ready for another round?¡± he asked, a yful challenge in his voice.


    But Sage didn¡¯t respond. Instead, her gazended on me, a sharp glint in her eyes. A knowing smile yed on her lips, a silent victory dance that sent a fresh wave of irritation through me.


    ¡°Actually,¡± Sage said, her voice dripping with sweetness, ¡°I think I¡¯ll take a rain check today. Seems I have a bit of catching up to do with some of the other pack members.¡±


    She shot me another pointed look before turning and disappearing into the woods. Brock watched her go, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he turned back to me.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go get some lunch,¡± he said, his voice neutral. ¡°I¡¯m starving.¡±


    I followed him, the echo of Sage¡¯s smirk burning in my mind. Maybe Brock was right. Maybe I was being childish. But the feeling of unease wouldn¡¯t leave me. The new arrival in our pack was more than just beautiful. She was a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I had a feeling it was a puzzle that wouldn¡¯t be easy to unravel.

 Rogues

    Sun dipped low, painting the clearing in long, scary shadows. Then, the worst howl ever ripped through the air. Like, seriously, it wasn¡¯t your average ¡°woe is me¡± wolf cry. This was a full-on, bloodcurdling ¡°we¡¯re here to eat your faces¡± kind of howl. We all froze, the air thick enough to chew on.


    ¡°Rogues!¡± Logan bellowed, his voice like gravel grinding against metal. Talk about a party pooper.


    Before he could even finish his roar, a giant, matted furball of a wolf with one ear looking permanently on vacation lunged at William, the newest pack scout. But Brock, bless his lightning-fast reflexes, zapped the beast mid-air with a jolt of sparkly electricity. The rogue yelped like a dog who stepped on a bee and went flying backwards.


    Chaos erupted faster than you could say ¡°rogue buffet.¡± Rogues, way more than there were of us, flooded out of the woods, their growls a symphony of bad breath and murder. The air smelled like blood and panic, which wasn¡¯t exactly my favorite cologne.


    Adrenaline hit me like a ton of bricks, wiping away any lingering anxieties from that morning. Training kicked in, my body moving on autopilot. Years of getting whacked with practice swords tranted surprisingly well to whacking actual wolves. I parried a rogue¡¯s attack, the weight of my own sword sending it flying back with a satisfying ¡°thunk.¡±


    The battle raged around me. Logan, a furry wrecking ball of ws and teeth, tore through the enemy ranks like a one-man demolition crew. His alpha strength was on full disy, sending rogues flying with every swipe. Pornd, our resident healer who looked more like a kindly grandpa than a dude who throws exploding pouches, darted between the fighting, tossing wolfsbane like confetti. We couldn¡¯t afford for him to get hurt, not with this many rogue mutts around.


    Fueled by the primal urge to not be kibble, I fought with the ferocity of a mama bear protecting her cubs. My movements were smooth, almost cocky, taking down rogue after rogue with surprising efficiency. It turns out all those ¡°sparring sessions¡± with Brock actually paid off. Who knew?


    Then, a sh of silver caught my eye. It was Sage, moving like a deadly ballerina on a bad day. But something about the way she fought sent shivers down my spine, not the good kind. Her moves were crazy good, like she¡¯d been raised by wolves (which, hello, maybe she had?). There was a wildness in her eyes, a joy in the way she fought that was unsettling.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    I watched, jaw ck, as she took down a particrlyrge rogue with one clean bite to the throat. The way her lips curled into a snarl, the glint in her eyes  it was like she wasn¡¯t fighting for survival, she was¡­ enjoying it?


    A cold dread settled in my stomach. The pieces of the puzzle were clicking into ce, and the picture they were painting wasn¡¯t exactly calming. Sage wasn¡¯t some scaredy-cat refugee; she was a warrior, a predator built for battle. And the way she fought, the glint in her eyes¡­ well, let¡¯s just say it made me seriously question her whole ¡°lost and lonely¡± story.


    Panic wed at the edges of my focus. Sage¡¯s ruthlessness in battle was undeniable. Every move was a calcted execution, no hesitation, no mercy. She fought not like someone defending their territory, but like a predator honed for the kill. This wasn¡¯t just survival, it was a dance of death she orchestrated with her opponents.


    The sickening wet p of a rogue impacting the ground with a broken neck stole my attention momentarily. It was Brock, a whirlwind of lightning and teeth, tearing through the pack with an efficiency so deadly it was almost beautiful. Then, our eyes met across the battlefield. A single, sharp look passed between us, a silent confirmation that this was more than just a rogue attack. This was a coordinated assault, a carefully nned invasion led by a wolf who, moments ago, had been masquerading as a helpless neer.


    A primal snarl ripped from my throat. This wasn¡¯t a fight anymore, it was a war. Every swing of my sword, every dodge, every desperate lunge was fueled by a new wave of fury. Sage. She was the reason these rogues were here, the one who had orchestrated this attack. Every fallen Pornd wolf, everyrade left bloodied and broken on the ground, it was all on her.


    The tide of the battle started to shift. Logan, wounded but enraged, let out a roar that seemed to shake the very trees. Pornd, despite the ever-growing number of injured he needed to tend to, managed tond a perfect toss with a wolfsbane pouch, engulfing a group of rogues in a cloud of choking smoke. The Pornd pack fought with the ferocity of cornered wolves, defending their territory, their home, their families.


    Suddenly, a bone-chilling shriek pierced the air. I spun around, heart leaping into my throat, to see Sage pinned to the ground by a massive rogue, its jaws inches from her throat. Panic surged through me, but before I could even react, Brock was there. A blinding sh of light erupted, sending the rogue flying backwards with a yelp.


    Sage scrambled to her feet, her eyes wild, her silver fur matted with blood. But this time, the blood wasn¡¯t hers. It was the blood of the rogue she had just killed with a single, swift bite. My stomach churned. This wasn¡¯t a damsel in distress. This was a predator saving her own skin.


    The battle reached its climax. Thest of the rogues fell, their bodies littering the clearing like gruesome trophies. We stood panting, bloodied, battered, but alive. The silence that settled afterward was heavy with the weight of the fallen and the chilling realization of what we had just faced.


    Sage, her silver fur stained crimson, stood beside me. She turned, her eyes meeting mine. There was no fear, no gratitude, only a chilling glint of triumph.


    ¡°See?¡± she said, her voice barely a whisper butced with a sinister edge. ¡°We got rid of them, just like you wanted.¡±


    My blood ran cold. ¡°What¡­ what do you mean?¡± I stammered, my voice barely above a hoarse croak.


    Her smile widened, sending tremors down my spine. ¡°Let¡¯s just say,¡± she said, her voice dripping with malice, ¡°you have me to thank for flushing them out.¡±


    Before I could react, before I could even process the horrifying truth, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me with a chilling truth and a battlefield full of questions.

 Weary

    My whole body felt like it had been rearranged by a particrly enthusiastic toddler. Every muscle screamed in protest, and the metallic tang of blood filled my nose like a bad roommate. Gross.


    Brock materialized out of nowhere, looking like he¡¯d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Typical. Super soldiers never get a scratch, do they?


    ¡°Hey,¡± he rasped, his voice rougher than sandpaper. ¡°You okay?¡±


    I managed a weak smile. ¡°Yeah, just peachy. You know, the usual  a few bumps, bruises, the lingering fear of rogue-induced death¡­¡±


    He snorted, but it didn¡¯t quite reach his eyes. He scanned me up and down, probably looking for any hidden injuries that might spontaneouslybustter. Finally, he seemed to ept my lie.


    ¡°Good,¡± he said, his voice still gruff. ¡°We gotta go patch everyone up. Feels like Pornd¡¯s single-handedly running a MASH unit over at the pack house.¡±


    We joined the procession of walking wounded towards the pack house. The once-cheerful clearing now resembled a warzone  dead silence, the lingering scent of death, and enough fallenrades to make you want to cry. Maybeter. Right now, I just wanted a shower and a bed that didn¡¯t feel like it was actively trying to dislocate my spine.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    As we walked, a thought gnawed at me, sharp and persistent like a mosquito that wouldn¡¯t take the hint. Sage. There was something¡­ off about her. The way she fought, that glint in her eyes  it was more like a predator toying with its prey than someone desperately defending themselves.


    I wanted to tell Brock, spill the weird Sage vibes all over him. But the words wouldn¡¯te. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe a tiny voice in my head was whispering that he wouldn¡¯t believe me. Dude seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for the neer, which wasn¡¯t exactly helping my case.


    We reached the pack house, and the familiar scent of healing herbs and woodsmoke greeted us like a long-lost friend. Pornd, despite looking like he¡¯d been through a meat grinder himself, was a tireless ball of helpfulness, patching up everyone and keeping the panic at bay.


    I did my part, fetching supplies, cleaning wounds, and offering words of encouragement that mostly sounded like grunts. All the while, my brain was stuck on a loop  who was Sage? Why the fake rogue story? And what the heck did she mean by ¡°flushing them out¡±?


    It was like a puzzle with a missing piece, and that missing piece was seriously bugging me. There was more to this attack than rogue wolves and a convenient new arrival. Sage was in the thick of it, and I had a feeling she wasn¡¯t there to sell us Girl Scout cookies.


    Later that night, as I tossed and turned in bed, reying the battle like a gruesome movie, it hit me. I couldn¡¯t just let this go. Sage was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, and that enigma needed unwrapping. Now. Sleep could wait. I had a truth to uncover, and a feeling this wasn¡¯t going to be a walk in the park. Buckle up, buttercup, because Operation: Unmask Sage was about tomence.


    Tonight was not for sleeping. Every time I squeezed my eyelids shut, I saw shes of silver fur and heard Sage¡¯s creepy whisper reying on a loop in my head. The rogue attack was over, the wounded were patched up, but the disquiet in my gut felt like a bad burrito gone rogue. I needed answers, stat.


    The full moon cast an eerie glow as I tiptoed out of the pack house, my bare feet whispering secrets against the cool grass. The attack had been a chaotic mess, but one detail stuck out like a sore thumb  Sage¡¯s creepy little cabin on the edge of our territory. Perfect for someone with secrets to hide, like a rogue sock collection or, you know, a hidden werewolf army.


    Reaching the cabin, I found it dark and silent. Score. My heart thumped like a bass drum solo in my chest as I crept closer, a low growl rumbling in my throat just in case. The wooden door creaked open with a sigh, revealing a dusty interior that looked like it hadn¡¯t seen daylight since, well, ever. Moonlight streamed through one window, illuminating a simple bed, a beat-up desk, and a scattering of random stuff.


    Curiosity wrestling with caution, I stepped inside. Nothing seemed out of ce, but the air felt thick with a weird energy, like someone had just microwaved a fish. I ran my hand along the rough wooden table, the cool texture sending a shiver down my spine.


    Then, movement. A flicker in the corner of my eye. I whipped around, adrenaline pumping like a fire hose, only to find¡­ nothing. Was I losing it? Maybe the fight had messed with me more than I thought. Like, seriously messed with me.


    Suddenly, a voice filled the room, making me jump a mile high. ¡°Looking for something, Amelia?¡±


    Sage stood in the doorway, the moonlight casting long shadows across her face. But it wasn¡¯t the darkness that made me take a step back. It was the glint in her eyes, cool and calcting, like she¡¯d been waiting for me with a te of cookies and a side of suspicion.


    ¡°S-Sage?¡± I stammered, my voice barely above a squeak. ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    She sauntered into the room, her steps silent despite the creaky floorboards. ¡°Let¡¯s just say your little visit has confirmed what I already knew.¡±


    Heat flooded my cheeks. ¡°Confirmed what? That I have a serious case of nosiness?¡± I tried to sound tough, but my voice cracked like a teenager hitting puberty.


    ¡°Don¡¯t y dumb, Amelia,¡± she said, her voice sharp as a broken nail. ¡°You don¡¯t trust me. You think my story about being a rogue on the run is a bunch of hooey.¡±


    I stood my ground, meeting her gaze head-on. ¡°Maybe it is. The way you fought, the way you talked¡­ it just doesn¡¯t add up. It¡¯s like you were, I don¡¯t know, enjoying the whole rogue-killing thing a little too much.¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile was about as warm as a cier. ¡°Paranoid much?¡± she scoffed. ¡°Look, I get it. New girl in town, mysterious past. But maybe, just maybe, you should consider the possibility that not everyone is out to steal your alpha boyfriend or whatever.¡±


    ¡°And maybe,¡± I countered, my voice finding its backbone, ¡°you should stick to your story instead of creeping around in the dead of night.¡±


    The air crackled with unspoken tension, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Silence stretched between us, long and awkward. Finally, Sage sighed, a hint of weariness in her voice.


    ¡°Look, Amelia,¡± she said, her voice softer now. ¡°I¡¯m not here to cause trouble. I just¡­ I need your pack¡¯s help. But if you won¡¯t trust me, then fine. Go crawl back to your pack gossip sessions and leave me alone.¡±


    She turned to leave, and the way she said ¡°pack gossip sessions¡± made me want to roll my eyes. But before I could fire back a witty retort, she stopped, her voiceced with a not-so-subtle threat.


    ¡°One more thing, Amelia,¡± she said, turning back with a cold stare that could curdle milk. ¡°If you breathe a word of tonight to anyone, even your precious Alpha McDreamy, you¡¯ll regret it.¡±


    The threat hung heavy in the air, a silent promise of payback. Fear prickled my skin, but a stubborn defiance held me ground. I wouldn¡¯t be bullied by a neer with a shady past.


    ¡°We¡¯ll see about that,¡± I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.


    Sage¡¯s eyes narrowed for a moment, then she walked past me and entered another room mming the door shut, leaving me alone in the dusty cabin parlor with my racing heart and a head full

 Keep Trying

    The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting dappled light on the training grounds. My body still ached from the previous day¡¯s battle, but the lingering unease about Sage gnawed at me far worse than any bruise. I clenched my fists, determination hardening my resolve. I wouldn¡¯t let her scare me.


    As I approached the clearing, I saw Brock and Sage already locked in a training session. Sage, d in a sleek ck training outfit that hugged her curves a little too revealingly for my taste, moved with a grace that belied her ferocious fighting style. Brock, ever the patient instructor, was guiding her through a series of sword techniques.


    ¡°There you go,¡± Brock chuckled as Sage parried a blow. ¡°See? You¡¯re getting the hang of it.¡±


    Sage shed him a dazzling smile, one that sent a shiver down my spine for reasonspletely unrted to the cool morning air. ¡°Thanks to your amazing teaching skills, of course,¡± she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made me want to gag.


    My arrival must have caught their attention because Brock turned, his gazending on me. ¡°Hey, Amelia,¡± he said, a hint of a smile ying on his lips. ¡°Feeling better today?¡±


    I nodded, trying to ignore the way my stomach did a little flip-flop. ¡°Much better. Ready to get back at it.¡±


    We began our own warm-up exercises, the ng of practice swords against wooden shields creating a rhythmic counterpoint to the chirping of the morning birds. Every so often, I¡¯d steal a nce at Sage. She was a constant motion, her movements fluid and efficient, her eyes glinting with a focus that bordered on obsession.


    Then, as if sensing my scrutiny, she turned towards me, a sly smile ying on her lips. ¡°Hey, Amelia,¡± she called out, her voiceced with a faux-casualness that set my teeth on edge. ¡°You know, Brock here is an amazing fighter. Do you¡­ happen to have a girlfriend?¡±


    The question hung in the air, heavy with a veiled hostility. I didn¡¯t miss the way Brock¡¯s jaw clenched for a fleeting moment before he answered.


    ¡°Yeah,¡± he said, his voice gruff. ¡°There¡¯s someone.¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a second, just a flicker before it returned, though itcked its earlier warmth. ¡°Oh,¡± she said, her voice t. ¡°Lucky her.¡± Thest two words were barely a whisper,ced with an undercurrent of something dark and dangerous.


    I met Brock¡¯s gaze, a silent exchange of confirmation passing between us. He wasn¡¯t oblivious to Sage¡¯s veiled threat, but he wasn¡¯t going to be intimidated either.


    ¡°Just focus on your training, Sage,¡± he said, his voice firm. ¡°Leave personal lives out of it.¡±


    Sage bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement, but I saw the spark of defiance flickering in her eyes. This wasn¡¯t over, not by a long shot. The battle lines had been drawn, and I had a feeling the war for Brock¡¯s trust, and maybe even more, had just begun.


    I suppressed a triumphant smile. Maybe Brock did have a soft spot for the neer, but that soft spot was clearly hardening. And with each passing day, I was determined to make sure it stayed that way.


    The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting dappled light on the training grounds. My body still ached from the previous day¡¯s battle, but the lingering unease about Sage gnawed at me far worse than any bruise. I clenched my fists, determination hardening my resolve. I wouldn¡¯t let her scare me.


    As I approached the clearing, I saw Brock and Sage already locked in a training session. Sage, d in a sleek ck training outfit that hugged her curves a little too revealingly for my taste, moved with a grace that belied her ferocious fighting style. Brock, ever the patient instructor, was guiding her through a series of sword techniques.


    ¡°There you go,¡± Brock chuckled as Sage parried a blow. ¡°See? You¡¯re getting the hang of it.¡±


    Sage shed him a dazzling smile, one that sent a shiver down my spine for reasonspletely unrted to the cool morning air. ¡°Thanks to your amazing teaching skills, of course,¡± she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made me want to gag.


    My arrival must have caught their attention because Brock turned, his gazending on me. ¡°Hey, Amelia,¡± he said, a hint of a smile ying on his lips. ¡°Feeling better today?¡±


    I nodded, trying to ignore the way my stomach did a little flip-flop. ¡°Much better. Ready to get back at it.¡±


    We began our own warm-up exercises, the ng of practice swords against wooden shields creating a rhythmic counterpoint to the chirping of the morning birds. Every so often, I¡¯d steal a nce at Sage. She was a constant motion, her movements fluid and efficient, her eyes glinting with a focus that bordered on obsession.


    Then, as if sensing my scrutiny, she turned towards me, a sly smile ying on her lips. ¡°Hey, Amelia,¡± she called out, her voiceced with a faux-casualness that set my teeth on edge. ¡°You know, Brock here is an amazing fighter. Do you¡­ happen to have a girlfriend?¡±


    The question hung in the air, heavy with a veiled hostility. I didn¡¯t miss the way Brock¡¯s jaw clenched for a fleeting moment before he answered.


    ¡°Yeah,¡± he said, his voice gruff. ¡°There¡¯s someone.¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a second, just a flicker before it returned, though itcked its earlier warmth. ¡°Oh,¡± she said, her voice t. ¡°Lucky her.¡± Thest two words were barely a whisper,ced with an undercurrent of something dark and dangerous.


    I met Brock¡¯s gaze, a silent exchange of confirmation passing between us. He wasn¡¯t oblivious to Sage¡¯s veiled threat, but he wasn¡¯t going to be intimidated either.


    ¡°Just focus on your training, Sage,¡± he said, his voice firm. ¡°Leave personal lives out of it.¡±Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Sage bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement, but I saw the spark of defiance flickering in her eyes. This wasn¡¯t over, not by a long shot. The battle lines had been drawn, and I had a feeling the war for Brock¡¯s trust, and maybe even more, had just begun.


    I suppressed a triumphant smile. Maybe Brock did have a soft spot for the neer, but that soft spot was clearly hardening. And with each passing day, I was determined to make sure it stayed that way.

 More Rogue problems

    The tension between Sage and me hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud refusing to unleash its rain. But our bickering was cut short by a booming voice that echoed through the pack house.


    ¡°Amelia, Brock!¡± Logan bellowed, his voice deep and gravelly. ¡°Get your furry butts down here, now!¡±


    We exchanged a wary nce before heading towards the alpha¡¯s office, a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. We found Logan hunched over a map, his brow furrowed in concentration.


    ¡°We have a problem,¡± he said, his voice grim. ¡°Our scouts picked up faint rogue activity near the southern border.¡±


    My heart hammered against my ribs. Rogue attacks were never good news, buting so soon after the previous battle left a bitter taste in my mouth.


    ¡°How many?¡± Brock asked, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.


    Logan shook his head. ¡°Can¡¯t be sure. It¡¯s a small pack, but they¡¯re moving fast.¡±


    ¡°We should check it out,¡± I said, my voice surprisingly calm.


    Logan nodded curtly. ¡°That¡¯s the n. But¡­¡± he hesitated, ncing at the doorway.


    Before he could finish, Sage sauntered into the room, her silver fur gleaming in the afternoon sun. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± she asked, her voiceced with feigned curiosity.


    Logan sighed. ¡°Rogues near the southern border. We¡¯re sending a scouting party.¡±


    Sage¡¯s eyes flickered to me for a fleeting moment, a spark of something unreadable igniting in their depths. Then, she turned back to Logan, a determined glint in her eyes.


    ¡°I want toe,¡± she dered, her voice firm.


    Logan¡¯s jaw clenched. ¡°This isn¡¯t a training exercise, Sage. It¡¯s dangerous.¡±


    ¡°I can handle myself,¡± she insisted, her voiceced with a barely concealed challenge.


    Brock, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. ¡°No, Sage. This is a two-person mission. We don¡¯t need ¡±


    ¡°Actually,¡± Logan interrupted, his voice heavy with authority, ¡°we do. Amelia¡¯s good, but having an extra pair of eyes, especially with rogue activity, wouldn¡¯t hurt.¡±


    Brock¡¯s jaw clenched even tighter, but he didn¡¯t argue further. A silent battle of wills seemed to y out between him and the alpha, and for some reason, Logan won.


    A thrill of excitement,ced with a healthy dose of apprehension, shot through me. Spending extra time with Brock, even on a dangerous mission, was a wee change from the constant tension that had been simmering between ustely.


    As we prepared to leave, Brock threw a dark cloak over my shoulders, his touch sending a spark through me. He leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper.


    ¡°Stay close,¡± he murmured, his warm breath tickling my ear. My heart skipped a beat. ¡°And for goodness sake, don¡¯t do anything stupid.¡±


    I forced a smile, the yful banter a delicious secret between us. ¡°No promises,¡± I whispered back, relishing the way his eyes darkened with a flicker of something possessive. ¡°But I¡¯ll try not to get you killed¡­ too quickly.¡±N?velDrama.Org content.


    He snorted, a hint of amusement softening his features. Then, with a final nce at Sage, who stood by the doorway, her face an unreadable mask, we slipped out of the pack house and into the darkening woods.


    We weaved through the dense forest, the setting sun casting long shadows between the towering trees. The air grew thick with the damp smell of decaying leaves and the earthy scent of the forest floor. Ahead, Brock led the way, his movements silent and sure as he followed the faint scent of rogue markings. Behind me, I could sense Sage keeping pace, her presence a prickling awareness at the back of my neck.


    Despite the tension, I couldn¡¯t deny the thrill of adventure that coursed through me. Being alone (well, almost alone) with Brock on a mission felt like a secret stolen moment, a delicious escape from the watchful eyes of the pack.


    He nced back at me, his green eyes glinting in the fading light. ¡°Stay alert,¡± he mouthed, his voice barely a whisper. I nodded, returning a reassuring smile. Keeping our rtionship hidden was a constant burden, but the stolen nces, the secret touches  it all felt worth it in these moments.


    As we ventured deeper into the woods, the air grew colder, and the silence was broken only by the rustle of leaves beneath our feet and the asional hoot of an owl. The forest seemed to press in on us, the dense undergrowth a constant reminder of the dangers that could lurk unseen.


    Suddenly, Brock stopped, his hand raised in a silent signal. He crouched low, his eyes scanning the undergrowth ahead. I followed suit, my heart hammering in my chest. A faint scent, metallic and acrid, reached my nostrils  the unmistakable stench of blood.


    Brock crept forward, his movements like a phantom¡¯s. I followed close behind, my senses on high alert. The silence stretched, broken only by the nervous rasp of my own breath.


    Then, we emerged into a small clearing. In the center, bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun,y the mangled bodies of several deer. Their ripped flesh and exposed bones spoke of a brutal attack.


    Disgust churned in my stomach. Rogue attacks on prey weremonce, but the sheer ferocity of this kill sent a shiver down my spine.


    ¡°They weren¡¯t here long ago,¡± Brock murmured, his voice low and grim. ¡°Maybe an hour, two at most.¡±


    ¡°How many rogues?¡± I whispered, my voice barely above a hoarse croak.


    Brock shook his head, his gaze sweeping the clearing. ¡°Hard to say. But they were heading south.¡±


    I nced at Sage, who had emerged from the shadows behind us. Her face was impassive, but a flicker of something sharp glinted in her icy blue eyes.


    ¡°Looks like we have a lead,¡± she said, her voice devoid of emotion.


    My unease deepened. Sage¡¯s presence was unsettling, a constant reminder of the mystery that shrouded her. Was she truly one of us, or was there something more sinister at y?


    ¡°We need to report back to Logan,¡± Brock said, his voice firm. ¡°He¡¯ll decide the next move.¡±


    We retraced our steps through the darkening woods, the chilling image of the ughtered deer burned into my memory. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the rustle of leaves and the unspoken questions that hung in the air.


    As we walked, I couldn¡¯t help but steal a nce at Brock. His strong jaw was set, his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the dangers, a flicker of warmth bloomed in my chest. Having him by my side, even on this tense mission, felt like a shield against the unknown.


    We reached the pack house just as the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. Relief washed over me, tinged with a bittersweet pang as the stolen moment with Brock came to an end.


    As we reported our findings to Logan, I couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The rogues were back, and this time, it felt different. A sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air, a feeling that a storm was brewing on the horizon.

 Mysterious Sage

    We piled into the alpha¡¯s office, the tension thicker than a werewolf in yoga pants. Logan, his face grim, studied the map sprawled on his desk.


    ¡°So, deer massacre, heading south,¡± he growled, tracing a path with a gnarled finger. ¡°Anything else?¡±


    ¡°Just the usual unsettling Sage vibe,¡± I muttered, earning a pointed look from the woman in question.


    Sage, ever the picture of feigned innocence, shrugged. ¡°Just saying, there wasn¡¯t much to observe besides dead deer and some pretty messed up paw prints.¡±


    Brock, ever the diplomat, cleared his throat. ¡°They were definitely rogues. But the size of the pack is hard to determine.¡±


    Logan mmed his fist on the table, making me jump. ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter the size. Rogue attacks are on the rise, and it¡¯s not a coincidence. Someone¡¯s stirring the pot.¡±


    ¡°Any idea who?¡± I asked, the question echoing my own suspicions.


    Logan shook his head, a worried crease forming between his brows. ¡°Not yet. But we¡¯ll find out. In the meantime, we need to be prepared. Double patrols, heightened security  the whole shebang.¡±


    ¡°What about Sage?¡± I blurted out before I could stop myself. ¡°She¡¯s practically a stranger.¡±


    All eyes turned to Sage, who met them with an icy stare. ¡°I may be new, but I¡¯m more than capable of pulling my weight. Besides,¡± she added, a sly smile ying on her lips, ¡°wouldn¡¯t you want all the help you can get?¡±


    The question hung in the air, a challenge veiled in a sugary sweetness. Brock didn¡¯t answer, his jaw clenched tight. I, on the other hand, couldn¡¯t resist a retort.


    ¡°Maybe,¡± I said, my voiceced with a steely edge, ¡°but trust isn¡¯t something you hand out like candy bars, sweetheart.¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a split second, then returned, a touch more strained this time. ¡°We¡¯ll see about that, Amelia,¡± she purred, her voice dripping with something that felt suspiciously like a threat.


    Logan mmed his fist on the table again, silencing us both. ¡°Enough! We can squabbleter. Right now, we need a n. Brock, you and Amelia take the east patrol. Sage, you¡¯re with-¡±


    ¡°Wait!¡± Sage interrupted, her voice sharp. ¡°I¡¯d actually prefer to train with Amelia. We seem to have a lot to¡­ discuss.¡±


    Her words wereced with a double meaning, a challenge aimed at both me and Brock. My fur bristled with irritation, but before I could object, Logan spoke.


    ¡°Fine,¡± he sighed, the weight of the alpha clearly showing on his face. ¡°Just make sure it¡¯s actual training and not some¡­ extracurricr activity.¡±


    A smirk yed on Sage¡¯s lips, but she simply nodded. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t dream of it, Alpha.¡±


    With that, the meeting was dismissed. I stormed out, the scent of Sage¡¯s smugness clinging to the air like a bad perfume.


    ¡°Great,¡± I muttered to myself. ¡°Just what I need, a training session with Miss Mystery herself.¡±


    Brock fell into step beside me, his voice low and concerned. ¡°Amelia, are you okay?¡±


    I nced at him, the frustration bubbling over. ¡°Peachy,¡± I said sarcastically. ¡°Just thrilled about my lovely new training partner.¡±


    He chuckled, a dry sound. ¡°Look, I know she gets under your skin, but-¡±


    ¡°But what?¡± I snapped. ¡°She¡¯s a walking red g, Brock! And the timing of these rogue attacks¡­ it¡¯s all too convenient.¡±


    He stopped, his hand reaching out to grip mine. His touch sent a jolt through me, but I forced myself to focus.


    ¡°We¡¯ll figure it out, Amelia,¡± he said, his voice firm yet gentle. ¡°But for now, let¡¯s just focus on the patrol. We need to be on top of our game, with or without a mystery woman by our side.¡±


    I squeezed his hand back, a silent reassurance in the face of the growing storm. We had each other, for now. And that, in this uncertain time, was all that mattered.


    The training grounds felt less like a ce to hone skills and more like a battlefield. Sage, d in her usual sleek outfit, stretched with a feline grace that seemed both mesmerizing and mocking.


    ¡°Ready for round two, Amelia?¡± she purred, her eyes gleaming with a challenge.


    I rolled my shoulders, my own voiceced with steely resolve. ¡°As ready as I¡¯ll ever be for someone with secrets darker than a moonless night.¡±This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly. ¡°Touche,¡± she conceded, her voice devoid of its usual sweetness.


    We started with basic sparring exercises, the ng of wooden swords echoing through the clearing. Every move I made felt deliberate, a silent message that I wouldn¡¯t be intimidated. Sage mirrored my intensity, her movements precise and deadly.


    As we fought, I couldn¡¯t shake the feeling she was holding back. It was like a predator toying with its prey, testing my limits.


    ¡°Come on, Amelia,¡± she taunted, deflecting a blow with a flick of her wrist. ¡°Is that all you¡¯ve got?¡±


    Fueled by a mix of anger and suspicion, I lunged forward, my movements fueled by raw power. But Sage was a step ahead, her agility allowing her to effortlessly dodge my attack.


    ¡°Sloppy,¡± she chided, a hint of amusement in her voice. ¡°You telegraph your moves like a nervous rabbit.¡±


    My teeth gritted together. ¡°Easy for you to say, with your fancy footwork and hidden agendas.¡±


    She stopped, her eyes narrowing. ¡°Agendas? What are you talking about?¡±


    I met her gaze head-on. ¡°Don¡¯t y dumb, Sage. The rogue attacks, your arrival¡­ it all feels too convenient.¡±


    Her expression remained unreadable, a mask that hid whatever thoughts swirled beneath the surface. ¡°Convenient for you, you mean? Having a scapegoat for your pack¡¯s problems?¡±


    ¡°This isn¡¯t about me,¡± I countered, my voice rising in frustration. ¡°This is about the safety of our pack, something you seem curiously unconcerned about.¡±


    Sage¡¯s lips curved into a cold smile. ¡°Safety? You wouldn¡¯t know true danger if it bit you on the behind.¡±


    Before I could retort, a deep voice cut through the tension. ¡°Enough!¡±


    Brock stood at the edge of the clearing, his face etched with a mixture of annoyance and concern. The fight had drained thest of my energy, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.


    ¡°Let¡¯s cool down,¡± Brock continued, his voice low andmanding. ¡°We need to be on the same page, not tearing each other¡¯s throats out.¡±


    He looked at me, his eyes holding a silent apology. Then he turned to Sage, his gaze stern. ¡°And you, Sage, a little less cryptic and a little more cooperative would be appreciated.¡±


    Sage crossed her arms, a defiant glint in her eyes. But for the first time, I saw a flicker of something else, a hint of vulnerability that surprised me.


    ¡°Fine,¡± she muttered, her voiceced with a grudging eptance. ¡°Let¡¯s just get this patrol over with.¡±


    The tension remained thick in the air, but a fragile truce had been formed. As we headed back towards the pack house, a sense of unease settled in my gut. The mystery of Sage remained unsolved, but one thing was clear  the storm brewing on the horizon was closer than we thought.

 Rogue Problems II

    We tore through the undergrowth, the symphony of snapping twigs and pounding paws a frantic counterpoint to the guttural symphony of the approaching rogue pack. Sweat stung my eyes, blurring the already indistinct shapes of the trees into a chaotic mess of greens and browns.


    ¡°There!¡± Brock shouted, pointing towards a clearing bathed in an eerie moonlight. It was andmark I recognized  an old, gnarled oak that marked the unofficial halfway point between the pack house and the eastern border.


    ¡°Perfect,¡± I gasped, my lungs burning. ¡°We can use this for cover.¡±


    We scrambled towards the oak, its gnarled roots offering a meager shield against the impending onught. Behind us, the enraged growls of the rogue pack grew louder, closer.


    ¡°How many do you think there are?¡± Brock asked, his voice strained but steady.


    I peeked through the meager gap between the roots. The sight that greeted me sent a jolt of terror through me. ¡°More than I care to count,¡± I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.


    A wave of rogues, their fur matted and eyes glowing with feral hunger, surged into the clearing. The sheer number of them was overwhelming. It was like a scene straight out of a nightmare, and here we were, woefully unprepared for the monstrous tide of teeth and ws.


    ¡°We can¡¯t hold them off for long,¡± Brock said, his jaw clenched tight. ¡°We need to get a message back. Now!¡±


    Panic threatened to consume me, but I forced it down. There had to be a way. ncing around the clearing, my eyesnded on a fallen log at the edge, half-buried in the undergrowth. An idea, desperate and risky, sparked in my mind.


    ¡°Brock,¡± I hissed, grabbing his arm. ¡°Distract them. Give me a few seconds.¡±


    He looked at me, his green eyes filled with concern, but before he could protest, I was already scrambling towards the log. With a burst of adrenaline, I heaved it aside, revealing a dark opening beneath. It was a tight squeeze, but it was our only hope.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± Brock yelled, his voiceced with rm as he turned to face the approaching rogues.


    ¡°Taking a shortcut!¡± I yelled back, already disappearing into the musty darkness of the tunnel.


    The tunnel was cramped and damp, the earthy smell thick and suffocating. I crawled on my hands and knees, the sound of the fight echoing faintly above me. Panic wed at me, urging me to move faster, to get back to the pack house before it was toote.


    The air grew thinner, making it harder to breathe. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pushed on, fueled by a desperate hope.


    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw a faint flicker of light ahead. With a renewed surge of energy, I scrambled towards it, emerging into a dusty chamber lit by a single flickering torch.


    The chamber was small and circr, its walls lined with rough-hewn stones. In the center, a single wooden door stood ajar, revealing a narrow passage that led deeper underground.


    This wasn¡¯t part of the old tunnels I¡¯d heard about. This was entirely new territory. But I couldn¡¯t afford to hesitate. Time was of the essence.


    Pushing the door open, I stepped into the passage, the cool damp air sending shivers down my spine. The tunnel sloped downwards, and the flickering torchlight barely prated the thick darkness ahead.


    Taking a deep breath, I plunged forward, my senses on high alert. The passage twisted and turned, each step taking me deeper into the unknown.


    Suddenly, the sound of rushing water filled the air. Rounding a bend, I found myself at the edge of a vast underground cavern. A crystal-clear stream flowed through the center, its surface reflecting the dim torchlight in an ethereal dance.


    But what truly sent a jolt through me were the figures huddled on the opposite bank.


    There, bathed in the faint glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the cavern walls, were a group of figures. They were dressed in rough furs and leathers, and their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, were fixed on me.


    My breath hitched like I¡¯d swallowed a fistful of fur. Across the cavern, bathed in the funky glow-in-the-dark mushrooms, were a bunch of wolves unlike any I¡¯d ever seen at bingo night with Nana. These were tall, lean dudes with fur that shimmered like moonlight on ice  way cooler than our usual brown and ck. But their eyes were the real showstoppers. They glowed like someone shoved a mini rave in their heads, and they were totally fixed on me.


    Panic froze me solid for a sec, pushing the whole rogue-warning mission right out of my brain. ¡°Whoa, hey there,¡± I stammered, my voice drier than a week-old croissant. ¡°Just passing through, you know? No need to activate the disco eyes.¡±


    A deep voice, like gravel rumbling through a blender, echoed across the water. ¡°Who dares waltz into cierw territory uninvited?¡±


    The voice belonged to a giant silver wolf, his fur all battle-scarred and rippling like he worked out way too much. He towered over the others, like the alpha of alphas, radiating enough power to light up the whole cavern with just a re.


    ¡°Uhh, me?¡± I squeaked. ¡°It¡¯s Amelia, actually. And Ie in peace, promise. My pack¡¯s getting their butts whooped by rogues, and I gotta warn our alpha before things get hairy.¡±


    The giant wolf and his glowing-eyed crew exchanged nces, looking at me like I was offering them a te of chewed-up kibble. The leader¡¯s gruff face softened a bit, but suspicion still clung to him likest week¡¯s shed fur.


    ¡°Rogues, you say?¡± he rumbled, his voice echoing like thunder in a tin can. ¡°Those flea-ridden mutts have been guing ournds for ages. But why bother us? Surely your pack can handle a few strays.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s¡­ way too many,¡± I confessed, feeling like a Chihuahua trying to reason with a grizzly bear. ¡°We need backup, and like, yesterday.¡±


    The leader considered my words for a beat, the silence thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Then, a flicker of a maybe-kinda-smile yed on his lips.


    ¡°Alright, fine,¡± he finally dered. ¡°But trespassers don¡¯t exactly get a free tour of cierw territory. Scoot outta here, and we¡¯ll deal with the rogues our way.¡±


    Relief mmed into me like a giant lick from the world¡¯s happiest puppy. ¡°Thank you, thank you, thank you!¡± I gushed, practically vibrating with gratitude. ¡°You won¡¯t regret this!¡±


    Wasting no time, I hightailed it back through the creepy tunnel, the image of the glow-in-the-dark wolf disco permanently etched in my brain. Just as I reached the chamber with the sad, lonely torch, a scream that could curdle milk echoed from above. My fur prickled  the rogues had found me, and things were not looking good for Brock.


    Panic threatened to turn me into a shivering mess, but I shoved it down. There was no time for freaking out. I had to get back to Brock, and maybe, just maybe, those glowy-eyed wolves were true to their word.


    Scrambling back through the passage and yeeting the log back into ce, I burst into the clearing just as a wave of rogues mmed into the fallen oak. Brock, looking like he¡¯d wrestled a badger with a bad attitude, stood his ground, his sword shing like a strobe light in the moonlight.


    ¡°Amelia!¡± he roared, his voice hoarse. ¡°Get outta here! I won¡¯t let them make you a chew toy!¡±


    Ignoring his pleas, I charged into the fray like a furry wrecking ball. My own sword became a blur as I connected with rogue flesh, feeling a surge of primal satisfaction with every swing.


    The battle was a chaotic mess of fur, fangs, and bad decisions. My muscles screamed in protest, but the thought of the pack house getting ransacked fueled me on.


    Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the edge of the clearing. A giant silver wolf, with eyes that could outshine a disco ball, charged into the fray like a furry tank. It was the cierw leader, and let me tell you, the dude did not mess around.


    With teeth bared and ws unsheathed, he tore into the rogue pack like a weed whacker on steroids, scattering them faster than you could say ¡°retreat.¡± The other glowy-eyed wolves joined the fight, their movements swift and deadly.


    The tide of the battle turned faster than a spilled bowl of kibble. The rogues, overwhelmed by this unexpected silver hurricane, whimpered and tucked their tails between their legs. Their growls turned into pathetic whines as they realized

 Thirty

    We limped back towards the pack house like we¡¯d just wrestled a grizzly bear with a bad case of road rage. Dawn was cracking over the horizon, painting the sky in bruised oranges and purples. Brock sported a fresh souvenir  a nasty gash on his arm that was turning his fur a concerning shade of crimson.


    ¡°That was¡­¡± Brock wheezed, leaning on me for support like a furry leaning tower of Pisa. ¡°An experience, to say the least.¡±


    I snorted, a puff of air escaping my nose. ¡°Yeah, ¡®experience¡¯ doesn¡¯t even cover it. How about ¡®night of the glowstick wolves¡¯?¡±


    Brock managed a weak chuckle, then winced as the movement sent a fresh jolt of pain shooting through his arm. ¡°Imagine trying to exin that to the council. ¡®So yeah, these wolves with built-in rave lights saved our furry butts!''¡±


    The thought sent a fresh wave ofughter bubbling up in my chest. Exining the whole cierw situation to Logan was going to be a real doozy. But hey, at least the pack was safe. That was all that mattered, right?


    Rounding the final bend in the path, the sight of the pack house brought a wave of relief crashing over me. Smoke curled from the chimney, aforting sign of normalcy amidst the chaos of the night. Except, normal wasn¡¯t exactly on the menu anymore.


    We spotted Logan pacing outside, his face etched with worry lines deeper than a canyon. Uh oh, someone wasn¡¯t having a good pre-breakfast meditation session.


    ¡°Look,¡± Brock rasped, his voice sounding like gravel grinding together. ¡°There¡¯s the alpha, looking like a storm cloud about to burst.¡±


    We approached Logan at the speed of a sloth on a sugar crash. The air crackled with tension as we limped closer, the silence broken only by the crunch of dead leaves under our paws.


    ¡°What happened?¡± Logan barked, his voiceced with enough urgency to wake the dead. ¡°Did you find the rogues?¡±


    We both nodded, thenunched into a breathless exnation of the night¡¯s events. From the initial patrol gone wrong to the epic smackdown with the rogues, we spilled the beans (except for the slightly embarrassing bit about the rave wolves. We¡¯d deal with thatter).


    Logan listened intently, his expression morphing from disbelief to something that might have been¡­ gratitude? As our story unfolded, it was like his worry lines were slowly getting ironed out.


    ¡°So, you¡¯re saying¡­¡± Logan finally asked, his voice a low rumble. ¡°These¡­ what did you call them? Glowstick wolves? Saved the day?¡±


    ¡°Pretty much,¡± I confirmed, feeling a surge of pride puff up my chest. ¡°They were like furry wrecking balls with built-in party lights.¡±


    A smile tugged at the corner of Logan¡¯s lips, a rare sight that almost made me forget about the whole rogue and glowstick wolf situation. ¡°Rave lights, huh? Amelia, you never fail to surprise me.¡±


    As he spoke, his gaze darted towards Brock¡¯s arm, which now resembled a crime scene more than a werewolf appendage.


    ¡°Looks like you could use some patching up, Brock,¡± Logan said, his voice softening with concern. ¡°Sage! Get over here with the healing herbs, stat!¡±


    Ugh. Speaking of surprises, here came Sage, miraculously unscathed from the entire rogue dust-up. She materialized from behind a nearby tree like a ghost, a pouch of herbs clutched in her hand and a smug smile stered on her face. Great, just what we needed. A helping paw from Miss Mystery herself.


    ¡°Here,¡± she purred, her voice dripping with faux concern as she knelt beside Brock. ¡°Let me take a look at that nasty wound.¡±


    I bristled. I would have much preferred to be the one patching Brock up, but with Logan as our audience, I couldn¡¯t exactly object. Still, I muttered under my breath, ¡°Fantastic, just fantastic. Now we have to deal with Miss Mystery¡¯s¡­ ministrations.¡±


    Luckily, my snarky remark seemed to go unnoticed. Brock, wincing in pain, simply nodded and allowed Sage to tend to his wound. I watched them with narrowed eyes, a strange mix of jealousy and suspicion churning in my gut.


    As Sage cleaned the wound with a practiced hand, Logan turned to me, his gaze sharp. ¡°Amelia,¡± he began, his voice low and serious. ¡°There¡¯s something you¡¯re not telling me. Something about these¡­ glowstick wolves.¡±


    I hesitated, caught between loyalty to the pack and a weird sense of obligation to the rave wolf crew. ¡°There¡¯s¡­ not much more to tell, alpha,¡± I stammered, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Logan¡¯s gaze held mine for a long beat, his eyes narrowed in a way that made me squirm. ¡°Something tells me you¡¯re holding back, Amelia. And while I appreciate your¡­ unorthodox methods of finding allies, full disclosure would be appreciated.¡±


    I shifted ufortably under his gaze. The truth was, I didn¡¯t fully understand the cierws myself. They were a mystery wrapped in an enigma, glowing fur and all. But the way they¡¯d intervened, the way they¡¯d spoken of the rogues guing theirnds too¡­ it all felt off.


    ¡°There¡¯s just¡­ something about them, alpha,¡± I finally confessed, my voice barely a whisper. ¡°They¡¯re not like regr wolves. They¡¯re¡­ different.¡±


    Logan¡¯s face remained unreadable. ¡°Different how?¡±


    I hesitated, then blurted out, ¡°Their eyes glow! Like little rave lights!¡±


    The corner of Logan¡¯s mouth twitched, a flicker of amusement momentarily chasing away the worry lines etched on his brow. ¡°Rave lights, huh? Sounds like something out of a pup¡¯s bedtime story.¡±


    I flushed. ¡°They do! But I swear, alpha, it¡¯s true.¡±


    He sighed, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very ground beneath our paws. ¡°Alright, Amelia. I trust your judgment. For now. But keep an eye on these¡­ rave wolves. And if anything feels off, report it immediately.¡±


    ¡°Yes sir,¡± I mumbled, feeling a sliver of relief.


    Sage, having finished patching Brock¡¯s wound with surprising efficiency, rose to her feet. ¡°Looks like he¡¯ll live,¡± she announced, her voice t, devoid of any warmth. ¡°Though perhaps a little less reckless patrolling in the future would be wise.¡±


    Brock shot her a re, but before he could retort, Logan stepped in. ¡°Enough,¡± he boomed, his voice silencing both of them. ¡°We¡¯ve all had a long night. Get some rest, both of you. We¡¯ll deal with the aftermath of this¡­ rogue situationter.¡±


    With that, Logan turned and stalked off towards the pack house, leaving us three standing in an awkward silence. Sage, ever the enigma, simply gave me a curt nod and disappeared into the woods as silently as she¡¯d appeared.


    Brock, his face pale but his eyes gleaming with a familiar intensity, looked at me. ¡°So,¡± he said, his voice raspy. ¡°Glowstick wolves, huh? Sounds like we have a lot to discuss.¡±


    I grinned, a wave of exhaustion washing over me despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. ¡°We do,¡± I agreed. ¡°But first, some sleep. We can unravel the mystery of the rave wolves after a nap.¡±


    Brock chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. ¡°Sounds like a n.¡±


    Together, we limped towards the pack house, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The night had been long and perilous, but we were alive, the pack was safe, and for now, that was all that truly mattered. As I drifted off to sleep, however, the image of those glowing eyes flickered in my mind, a reminder that the night¡¯s events had only just begun to unfold their secrets.

 Thirty One

    The morning sun, bless its chipper self, peeked through the trees, across the training grounds. Birds chirped around us cheerfully, a soundtrack to what I knew would be another glorious morning of getting my butt whooped by Brock.


    ¡°Ready for round two, pipsqueak?¡± Brock smirked, stretching with the grace of a panther waking from a nap. Ugh, why did he have to be so annoyingly good-looking even before a coffee?


    ¡°Knock it off, Brock,¡± I grumbled, rolling my eyes. ¡°Just because you used to wrestle grizzly bears for breakfast doesn¡¯t mean you have to be a jerk about it.¡±


    He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine in spite of myself. Traitorous spine.


    ¡°Hey, just keeping you on your toes,¡± Brock winked. ¡°A good warrior needs to be prepared for anything, even a surprise attack by a particrly grumpy chipmunk.¡±


    I swatted at him yfully, though secretly hoping to connect. He dodged with ease, his reflexes still lightning-fast despite the war wound courtesy of the rogue brawl.


    ¡°Alright, enough flirting,¡± a gruff voice boomed from behind us. I whipped around to see Logan, the alpha himself, striding onto the training grounds.


    ¡°Flirting?¡± I squeaked, my cheeks burning hotter than a phoenix¡¯s nest as panic red up in me. ¡°There¡¯s no flirting going on here, alpha! Brock¡¯s just being his usual annoying self.¡±


    Brock raised an eyebrow, a yful glint in his eyes. ¡°Oh? Is that how you see it, Amelia?¡±


    I red at him, but before I couldunch into a fiery retort, Logan cleared his throat.


    ¡°Save it,¡± he said, his voiceced with amusement. ¡°Just because you two bicker like siblings doesn¡¯t mean there isn¡¯t something¡­ more there.¡±


    More what, Logan? Mutual annoyance? A shared hatred for rogue attacks?


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing more,¡± I insisted, voice firm despite the rising tide of heat in my face. And why did he seem unbothered by it considering he choose me as his mate.


    And then, like a ghost materializing from thin air, Sage appeared at Logan¡¯s side.


    ¡°Oh, I wouldn¡¯t be so sure about that, Amelia,¡± she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that sent shivers down my spine  not the good kind. ¡°Sometimes, the strongest bonds are forged in the fires ofpetition.¡±


    She winked at me, a yful glint in her eyes that felt more like a jab. Competition? The only thing Brock and Ipeted over was who could make the other groan the loudest during training.


    ¡°Sage,¡± I began, my voice tight, ¡°where did you evene from?¡±


    She just shrugged, that infuriatingly nonchnt shrug that made me want to shake her.


    ¡°Just keeping an eye on things,¡± she replied, her gaze lingering on Brock for a beat too long before flickering back to me. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t want anything¡­ unfortunate to happen, would we?¡±Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    My jaw clenched. Unfortunate? What was she implying? Did she think Brock and I were going to identallybust from all this nonexistent flirting?


    ¡°Look, Sage,¡± I snapped, my patience wearing thin. ¡°Just because you enjoy stirring the pot doesn¡¯t mean there¡¯s actually anything to stir.¡±


    She simply smiled, a smile that didn¡¯t reach her eyes. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sure, Amelia. I¡¯m sure.¡±


    The tension in the air was thicker than week-old gym socks. Logan, bless his oblivious self, seemedpletely oblivious to the silent war brewing between Sage and me. He pped his hands together, breaking the charged silence.


    ¡°Alright, enough chatter,¡± he boomed. ¡°Let¡¯s see what you¡¯re both made of today. No holding back, Brock. Show Amelia what a real warrior looks like.¡±


    Brock grinned, a genuine one this time, the kind that sent butterflies pping in my stomach. Traitorous butterflies. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, alpha,¡± he said. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dream of it.¡±


    He lunged forward, his movements a blur as heunched into a surprise attack. The next few minutes were a whirlwind of sweat, grunts, and the satisfying thud of wooden practice swords shing.


    While Brock might have been the more experienced fighter, I wasn¡¯t exactly a pushover. I used my agility and speed to my advantage, dodging his blows andnding a few good hits of my own.


    ¡°Nice one, Amelia!¡± Logan boomed from the sidelines. ¡°You¡¯re getting faster!¡±


    I grinned, a surge of pride warming my chest. Maybe I wasn¡¯t such a pipsqueak after all.


    Throughout the fight, Sage remained a silent observer, her gaze darting between me and Brock like a hawk watching its prey. Every so often, she¡¯d mutter a crypticment, adding fuel to the fire of my annoyance.


    ¡°Interesting strategy, Amelia,¡± she¡¯d murmur, a hint of amusement in her voice. ¡°But relying on brute force won¡¯t always work.¡±


    Or, ¡°Look at him go, Amelia,¡± she¡¯d coo at Brock, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn¡¯t quite decipher. ¡°He¡¯s a natural leader, isn¡¯t he?¡±


    The girl was practically ying devil¡¯s advocate, pushing all my buttons with surgical precision. I wanted to snap back, to tell her to mind her own business, but the alpha¡¯s presence kept me reined in.


    As the training session wore on, the air grew heavier with unspoken tension. Brock, bless his clueless heart, seemedpletely oblivious to Sage¡¯s games. He focused on pushing me to my limits, his attacks bing more relentless with each passing minute.


    ¡°Good,¡± he grunted, parrying a blow that sent a shockwave up my arm. ¡°Don¡¯t let up, Amelia. You¡¯re getting predictable.¡±


    He was right, of course. My frustration was affecting my fighting style, making me sloppy and easily countered.


    Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. I channeled my frustration and annoyance at Sage¡¯s stupid mind games, into my movements. Suddenly, I saw an opening in Brock¡¯s defense. With a well-ced thrust, I disarmed him, sending his wooden sword flying through the air.


    A surprisedugh escaped my lips. ¡°Ha! One for the pipsqueak!¡±


    Brock, however, didn¡¯t seem too fazed. He simply grinned, a sh of admiration in his eyes. ¡°Nice work, Amelia. You¡¯re getting smarter.¡±


    Before we could banter any further, Logan stepped forward. ¡°Alright, that¡¯s enough for today. You both fought well.¡±


    He looked at me, his gaze sharp. ¡°Amelia, you¡¯ve made some real progress. Keep it up.¡± He kissed my cheek and it felt pretty awkward. I could literally feel Brock¡¯s gaze.


    I nodded, feeling a surge of pride. Training sessions with Brock were always brutal, but also rewarding. He pushed me to be better, a better warrior, a better version of myself.


    ¡°Alright, everyone,¡± Logan continued, pping his hands. ¡°Let¡¯s head back for breakfast. And Sage,¡± he added, a hint of suspicion in his voice, ¡°perhaps you could help me with some paperwork today?¡±


    Sage raised an eyebrow, but before she could respond, I blurted out, ¡°Actually, Logan, I was hoping to get some tips from Sage on my hand-to-handbat skills.¡±


    The words were out before I could stop them. Why did I just volunteer to endure Sage¡¯s crypticments for another second? But there was something in her eyes, a flicker of challenge, that I couldn¡¯t ignore.


    Logan studied me for a beat, then nodded. ¡°Alright, Amelia. But don¡¯t overdo it. You both need a break.¡±


    With that, he turned and headed towards the pack house, leaving us three alone on the training ground.


    Sage tilted her head, her smile ying on the edge of mischievous. ¡°So, Amelia,¡± she said, her voice a low purr. ¡°Ready for another lesson?¡±


    I squared my shoulders, determined to prove myself despite the nagging feeling that I¡¯d just stepped into a trap. ¡°Bring it on,¡± I muttered, bracing myself for another round, this time against Sage¡¯s mind games and whatever fighting techniques she had up her sleeve. I was going to whoop her ass bad

 Thirty Three

    The crisp morning air whipped through my hair as I circled Sage on the training ground. Unlike the yful sparring I had with Brock, this felt different. There was a tension in the air, a silent challenge crackling between us.


    ¡°Ready?¡± Sage asked, her voice devoid of its usual yful lilt.


    I met her gaze, my own burning with apetitive fire. ¡°Always.¡±


    With a swift movement, she lunged forward, her hand aiming for a pressure point on my shoulder. I barely dodged in time, the air whispering past my ear as I rolled away, adrenaline surging through me.


    Sage was unlike any opponent I¡¯d ever faced. Her movements were fluid and controlled, her attacks calcted. Unlike Brock¡¯s brute strength, Sage relied on precise strikes and lightning-fast reflexes.


    We danced around each other, a deadly ballet of feints and parries. My frustration mounted with every blocked punch and missed kick. This wasn¡¯t a sparring session; it was a one-sided beatdown.


    ¡°You fight like a cornered animal,¡± Sage taunted, her voice a cold whisper. ¡°Full of fury, butcking in finesse.¡±


    Her words stung, but they also sparked a stubborn fire within me. Refusing to give in, I redoubled my efforts, attacking with a ferocity that surprised even me.


    The tter of wooden practice swords filled the air as we shed. Sweat beaded on my forehead, blurring my vision, but I kept pushing, fueled by a desperate need tond a hit, any hit.


    Suddenly, an opening appeared. With a surge of adrenaline, I lunged forward, aiming a powerful punch at Sage¡¯s face. Time seemed to slow down as my fist connected with a sickening crunch.


    A sharp cry escaped Sage¡¯s lips, her hand flying to her nose. Blood, crimson red, stained her fingers as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock and pain.


    I froze, the triumph evaporating from my victory as fast as morning dew. My gut twisted with a mixture of guilt and confusion. Did I just break Sage¡¯s nose?


    Sage, however, didn¡¯t seem too fazed by the injury. She straightened up, a bloody grin spreading across her face. ¡°Well, that was unexpected,¡± she chuckled, a wet gurgle escaping her now-broken nose. ¡°Looks like the omega finallynded a lucky punch.¡±


    Omega? My jaw clenched tight. Omega was the lowest rank in the pack, the weakest, the most subservient. The word felt like a p across the face, I was no omega, even Logan knew that.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Sage continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. ¡°Even a broken nose can¡¯t hold a true warrior back for long.¡±


    Before I could retort, she lunged forward again, her movements fueled by a newfound ferocity. This time, her attacks weren¡¯t as precise, but they were fueled by rage.


    I braced myself for the onught, determined to defend myself without resorting to another cheap shot. The next few minutes were a blur of pain and exertion. Sage rained blows on me, her strikes relentless.


    I blocked what I could, taking hits on my arms and shoulders. My vision swam, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue. But I refused to give up.


    Just when I thought I couldn¡¯t take another hit, Sage faltered. Her movements, which had been filled by anger, slowed, reced by a grimace of pain. She clutched her side, breathing heavily.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    ¡°Looks like someone¡¯s getting tired,¡± I rasped, my voice hoarse. It wasn¡¯t a victory cry, but a simple statement of fact.


    Sage red at me, her one good eye zing with fury. ¡°This isn¡¯t over, Amelia,¡± she growled, her voice thick with pain. ¡°Not by a long shot.¡±


    With that, she turned and stumbled away, disappearing into the trees like a wounded animal.


    I stood there, panting, the training ground a silent battlefield. My body ached, my shoulder screamed pain.


    The sound of approaching footsteps startled me. I turned to see Brock jogging towards me, his face etched with concern.


    ¡°What happened?¡± he asked, his eyes scanning my battered form. ¡°Are you alright?¡±


    I managed a weak smile. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m fine. Just a little¡­ sparring session that got a bit out of hand.¡±


    Brock¡¯s gaze narrowed as he looked towards the direction where Sage had disappeared. ¡°Where¡¯d she go?¡±


    I hesitated, torn between honesty and loyalty. ¡°She¡­ she had to leave,¡± I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.


    Brock¡¯s brow furrowed. ¡°Leave? Just like that? Did you guys get into a fight?¡±


    My stomach churned. I couldn¡¯t tell the suspicions I felt about Sage? About the taunts, the ownage, the broken nose, and the gut-wrenching feeling ofnding a lucky punch? It felt like a betrayal, a glimpse into a part of the pack I wasn¡¯t supposed to see. Yet, the silence felt heavy too.


    ¡°It was¡­ intense,¡± I finally admitted, wincing at the understatement. ¡°We didn¡¯t exactly see eye to eye on training methods.¡±


    Brock¡¯s jaw clenched. ¡°Sage can be¡­ unconventional. But she wouldn¡¯t hurt you for no reason, Amelia.¡±


    His words felt like a jab. Unconventional? She¡¯d practically turned me into a human punching bag. ¡°Let¡¯s just say,¡± I said carefully, ¡°I learned a valuable lesson about finesse today.¡±


    He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ¡°Look, if something¡¯s going on, you can tell me. You know that, right?¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± I mumbled, feeling a wave of gratitude for his concern. But could I really tell him everything? About the crypticments, the way she seemed to know about¡­ well, about things she shouldn¡¯t?


    ¡°Maybeter,¡± I deflected, mustering a weak smile. ¡°Right now, I could really use a shower and a nap. Maybe even a full-body massage.¡±


    Brock chuckled, a familiar sound that sent a warmth through me despite the pounding in my head. ¡°Sounds like a n. How about we grab some breakfast first? Logan might have something to say about all this.¡±


    The thought of facing Logan with my bruised ego and the unspoken tension between Sage and me filled me with dread. ¡°Maybeter,¡± I pleaded. ¡°I just need some¡­ alone time to process the¡­ finesse lesson.¡±


    He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching my face. Finally, he nodded, a hint of disappointment in his gaze. ¡°Alright. But don¡¯t stay cooped up all day. We¡¯re a pack, remember? We take care of each other.¡±


    With a final squeeze of my shoulder  careful not to touch any of my tender spots  he turned and headed towards the pack house.

 Thirty Four

    A prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck, the kind that screamed ¡®someone¡¯s watching.¡¯ My wolf was suddenly on alert.


    And so was I


    I jolted awake, heart hammering against my ribs.


    There. In the corner, by the desk. A dark shape, almost blended into the shadows. My breath hitched in my throat. Was that one of those damned rogue. My hand instinctively reached under my pillow, grasping the familiar weight of my knife.


    With a trembling hand, I mmed my fist on the bedsidemp. The room flooded with harsh light, momentarily blinding me. When my vision cleared, I let out a surprised yelp.


    Sage.


    There she sat, perched on the edge of my desk, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She wasn¡¯t wearing her usual warrior garb, but a simple ck tee and jeans, making her look less intimidating and more¡­ mysterious.


    ¡°Easy there, tiger,¡± she chuckled, holding up her hands in mock surrender. ¡°Didn¡¯t mean to scare you half to death.¡±


    I lowered the knife, the adrenaline slowly draining from my system, reced by a wave of annoyance. ¡°Sage? What the heck are you doing in my room at this ungodly hour?¡±


    She hopped off the desk, her movements fluid and silent. ¡°Just paying a little visit,¡± she said, her voice a low purr.


    ¡°A visit that could have gotten you a knife in the gut,¡± I pointed out, re-sheathing my weapon but keeping a wary eye on her.


    Sage rolled her eyes, a surprisingly human gesture. ¡°Please, Amelia. You wouldn¡¯t hurt a fly¡­ unless it was trying to break your nose, of course.¡±


    I winced at the memory of our brutal training session. My body still ached in protest.


    ¡°Look,¡± I sighed, sinking back onto the bed. ¡°Whatever it is, can¡¯t it wait until morning?¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile widened, but it didn¡¯t reach her eyes. ¡°Actually,¡± she said, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, ¡°this is a matter of utmost urgency. And secrecy.¡±


    A shiver ran down my spine, not from the cool night air, but from the seriousness in her voice. ¡°Secrecy? What kind of secrecy?¡±


    She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. ¡°The kind that could get you and a certain someone¡­ in a whole lot of trouble.¡±


    My heart skipped a beat. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± I stammered, a cold feeling settling in my stomach.


    Sage pulled back, a knowing smile ying on her lips. ¡°Oh, Amelia,¡± she purred, her voice dripping with something that sounded suspiciously like¡­ amusement? ¡°Don¡¯t y coy. We both know what¡¯s going on between you and Brock.¡±


    My cheeks burned. How the hell did she know?


    ¡°And,¡± Sage continued, her voice dropping to a low hum, ¡°I also know about Logan¡¯s little¡­ ¡®arrangement¡¯ with you.¡±


    My breath caught in my throat. Arrangement? Was that what they were called it where she was from. A secret, forbidden¡­ thing?


    The air in the room grew thick with unspoken words and unspoken desires. Sage¡¯s gaze held mine, her smile morphing into something more predatory.


    ¡°You see, Amelia,¡± she said, her voice soft but firm, ¡°Logan has chosen you as his mate. But let¡¯s face it, that alpha giges with a whole lot of¡­ baggage. Rules. Expectations. And let¡¯s not forget the whole ¡®one mate¡¯ thing.¡±N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    My mind raced. Where was she going with this? What was her endgame?


    ¡°And that¡¯s where Ie in,¡± Sage continued, a glint in her eyes. ¡°You see, Amelia, I have a proposition for you.¡±


    I stared at her, my brain struggling to keep up. ¡°A proposition?¡± I choked out.


    ¡°Yes,¡± she said, nodding. ¡°A way for you to have your cake and eat it too. But first, you need to understand the consequences.¡±


    She took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ¡°If Logan finds out about you and Brock¡­ well, let¡¯s just say things won¡¯t end well for either of you. Exile. Maybe even¡­ death.¡±


    My blood ran cold. Death? Was she serious?


    ¡°So here¡¯s the deal,¡± Sage said, her voice back to its usual yful lilt. ¡°You walk away from Brock. Completely. And in return, I keep your little¡­ secret safe.¡± I red at her, a scowl forming on my face. My wolf growled so loudly that I was afraid she¡¯ll hear.


    ¡°Leave Brock?¡± I sputtered, the absurdity of the situation washing over me in waves. ¡°That¡¯s your proposition? You snuck into my room, scared the living daylights out of me, and all you have to offer is a ckmail ultimatum?¡±


    Sage¡¯s smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. ¡°Ultimatum? It¡¯s more of a¡­ mutually beneficial arrangement,¡± she countered, her voice regaining its smoothness. ¡°Think about it, Amelia. You get to keep your life, your freedom, and maybe even a shot at bing Luna someday. All you have to do is give up a little¡­ fling.¡±


    ¡°Fling?¡± The word felt like a p. My feelings for Brock were more than just a casual fling. But voicing that now, under Sage¡¯s watchful eyes, felt like a dangerous game.


    ¡°Look,¡± I said, forcing a calmness I didn¡¯t entirely feel, ¡°even if I was considering this¡­ ridiculous proposition, what makes you think I can just turn off my feelings for Brock? It doesn¡¯t work that way.¡±


    Sage shrugged, a nonchnt movement that seemed out of ce on her usually guarded posture. ¡°Love is a luxury you can¡¯t afford, Amelia. Not in this situation. Especially not with someone like Brock.¡±


    Her words stung, filled with a hidden meaning I couldn¡¯t quite decipher. What did she want with Brock? Why did she seem so against our connection?


    ¡°And what about you, Sage?¡± I countered, deciding to go on the offensive. ¡°What do you gain from all of this? Why are you so invested in keeping my¡­ arrangement with Logan a secret?¡±


    Her smile vanishedpletely, reced by a fleeting look of vulnerability that disappeared as quickly as it came. ¡°That,¡± she said, her voice regaining its coolposure, ¡°is none of your concern. Right now, you have a choice to make, Amelia. A choice that could change the course of your life.¡±


    Silence descended upon the room as we stared at each other. It took all my willpower not to lunge for her throat.


    ¡°I¡­ I need time to think,¡± I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.


    Sage studied me for a long moment, her gaze searching my face for any sign of defiance or resistance. Finally, she nodded, a hint of a smirk ying on her lips.


    ¡°Fine,¡± she said, her voiceced with a dangerous sweetness. ¡°Take your time. But remember, Amelia, time is a luxury you don¡¯t have much of. The alpha doesn¡¯t like to be kept waiting.¡±


    With that, she turned and glided towards the window, her movements light and silent. Before she disappeared into the night, she turned back and gave me onest cryptic message.


    ¡°Choose wisely, Amelia. The wrong choice could cost you everything.¡±


    Then with that, she vaulted out my window and was gone. So that how the bitch came in. I shut the window and slid down the ground, staring at nothing till dawn.

 Thirty Five

    My head throbbed like a bass ying on repeat inside my skull. Fantastic. Just what I needed after a night that felt like a horror movie with extra creepy whispers. ¡°Ugh,¡± I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Every move felt like I was wrestling a grumpy bear.


    Running was thest thing I wanted to do, but sometimes fresh air did the trick better than any drug my grandma swore by. After a quick change into clothes that wouldn¡¯t mind getting a little snagged on branches, I stumbled outside.


    The cool morning air pped me awake, momentarily pushing the throbbing in my head to the background. Inhaling deeply, I sighed. This felt like a good time to be in wolf form and wander the woods and clear my head. I focused on the familiar shift. Bones popped, fur whooshed in, and the world sharpened into focus through golden eyes. Now that was the good stuff. As a wolf, the headache became a dull afterthought, easily ignored.


    I loped through the trees, the wind whipping through my fur like a giant dog brush. I didn¡¯t catch the change in the air until it hit me like a stink bomb. Rogues. Three pairs of glowing eyes emerged from the trees, looking like they hadn¡¯t seen a decent meal in a week.


    ¡°Great,¡± I growled, dropping into a low crouch. Not exactly the rxing morning jog I had envisioned. The lead rogue, a scarred-up beast with a bad case of mange, lunged with a snarl that could curdle milk.


    My training kicked in  dodge, swat, bite. But there were three of them, and pack rules didn¡¯t exactly trante well to rogue brawls. One particrly sneaky rogue managed to sink its teeth into my shoulder, sending a jolt of pain shooting through me. It shoved me with the force of a runaway moose, sending me crashing into a tree.


    Dazed, I sprawled there, tasting blood. Was this it? Was this how I ended, as a chew toy for rogue wolves?


    Suddenly, a blur of brown fur erupted from the trees  Sage, but different. This Sage was a wolf, all sleek muscle and amber eyes. Together, we fought back. Her movements were a deadly dance, honed by who-knows-how-many battles.


    We took the rogues down. One whimpered and bolted, the othery unmoving. We stood there, panting, blood-smeared, a tense silence hanging in the air thicker than the scent of pine.


    My wolf let out a low growl, a warning. Sage¡¯s amber eyes gleamed, unreadable. Then, in a sh, she was gone, leaving me with a mouthful of questions and a throbbing shoulder. Shifting back was a wee relief, even though the pain in my shoulder red anew. Gingerly, I made my way back toward the pack house, wincing with each step.


    Reaching my room, I copsed onto the bed, feeling utterly defeated and nude. It hadn¡¯t been a fight, it had been a desperate scramble for survival. Had it not been for Sage¡­ but then again, what was Sage even doing out there so early?


    A knock on the door startled me. ¡°Amelia?¡± came Gwen¡¯s voice. ¡°You alright in there? I thought I heard¡­¡±


    ¡°Come in!¡± I called out, relieved for the distraction.


    Gwen¡¯s face creased with concern as she entered the room. ¡°Whoa, what happened? You look like you went five rounds with a bear.¡±


    I winced as I pointed at my shoulder. ¡°Rogue run-in. Not my finest moment.¡±


    A low whistle escaped Gwen¡¯s lips. ¡°Rogues this close to the pack territory? Logan¡¯s gonna be pissed.¡±


    She bustled around the room, gathering supplies. ¡°Alright, sit still. Let¡¯s see what we¡¯re working with here.¡±


    As Gwen cleaned and bandaged my wound, I recounted the fight, leaving out the surprise intervention from Sage. It wasn¡¯t the right time to drop that bombshell, not yet.


    ¡°Three rogues?¡± Gwen whistled again. ¡°You¡¯re lucky you got out of there. Are you sure that¡¯s all that happened? Any scratches, bites besides the shoulder?¡±


    ¡°No,¡± I lied, wincing a little as she pressed the bandage tighter. ¡°Just this one.¡±


    Gwen gave me a skeptical look, but didn¡¯t push it. ¡°Alright, well, keep an eye on it. If it starts to get red or swollen,e see me immediately.¡±


    ¡°Thanks, Gwen,¡± I said, meaning it. She was one of the few people in the pack I could truly trust, and her concern warmed me from the inside out.


    After Gwen left, Iy back on the bed, my gaze drifting towards the window. The sunlight seemed to mock my mood and it felt suddenly so harsh How could things have gotten soplicated so quickly? The rogues, the near-death experience¡­ and then there was Sage.


    Suddenly, memories of the previous night flooded back  her chilling threat, about my feelings for Brock. It all clicked into ce, forming a picture I didn¡¯t like one bit.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Sage was ying a game, a twisted, maniptive game. She knew about my secret feelings for Brock, about Logan¡¯s¡­ arrangement. And she was using that knowledge to keep me on a leash, to force me to do her bidding.


    But what did she want? Why was she so invested in keeping my secret? Was it simply about power, about having control over the future Luna? Or was there something more, something deeper at y?


    A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. The morning run had been meant to clear my head, but now I felt more lost than ever. One thing was clear, though  I couldn¡¯t trust Sage. Not one bit.


    I needed to talk to someone, to confide in someone. But who? Logan wouldn¡¯t believe me, not without concrete proof and that could lead to revealing my feelings for Brock. In fact I ask getting tired of hiding it, if not that Brockmanded it, I would have told him I was not ready for this Luna mate thing. Brock was my real mate, and no one is taking him from me.

 Thirty Six

    The pack house bustled with activity. Laughter and the rhythmic thrum of music spilled through the open doors, beckoning everyone in. Tonight was Logan¡¯s annual summer solstice party, a chance for the pack to unwind, celebrate, and maybe even find a little romance under the full moon.


    Me? I just wanted to avoid trouble. Trouble wore a mischievous grin and called itself Sage. With my shoulder still throbbing a dull protest, dancing wasn¡¯t exactly appealing. Instead, I found myself tucked away at a corner table, nursing a ss of water and trying my best to blend into the background.


    Gwen, usually my partner in crime at these events, was currently tearing up the dance floor with a group of younger pack members. A smile yed on my lips as I watched her infectious enthusiasm. She deserved a night of carefree fun, something I just didn¡¯t seem capable of anymore.


    My thoughts were interrupted by the soft thud of someone sitting down next to me. A familiar scent filled my nose  pine needles and something¡­ earthy? ncing sideways, I wasn¡¯t surprised to find Sage perched on the stool, a sly grin stered on her face.


    ¡°Well, well,¡± she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. ¡°Look who¡¯s ying wallflower. Not exactly the Amelia I know.¡±


    I kept my gaze fixed on the ice clinking in my ss. ¡°What do you want, Sage?¡± My voice was clipped,ced with annoyance.


    ¡°Just some friendlypany,¡± she said, batting her eyshes yfully. ¡°Isn¡¯t that what parties are for?¡±


    ¡°Not for everyone,¡± I muttered, taking a defiant sip of water, even though I¡¯d much rather have had something stronger.


    Sage leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ¡°ying with fire, Amelia,¡± she said, her eyes glinting. ¡°Two boys, both smitten. You must be feeling like quite the heartbreaker.¡±


    My cheeks flushed with anger. My feelings for Brock were a delicate situation, a secret dance under the watchful eye of the alpha. Sage¡¯s words were like a match tossed onto a tinderbox.


    ¡°Don¡¯t even start, Sage,¡± I hissed, ring at her. ¡°You don¡¯t know anything about it.¡±


    But Sage justughed, a light, tinkling sound that sent shivers down my spine. ¡°Oh, I know more than you think,¡± she said, her smile turning predatory. ¡°And that¡¯s precisely why I¡¯m here. To offer some¡­ advice.¡±


    Before I could retort, the ground beneath us seemed to shift. Brock materialized beside the table, a concerned frown creasing his forehead.


    ¡°Amelia, is everything alright?¡± he asked, his gaze flickering between me and Sage.


    The dam within me burst. Sage¡¯s taunting, the weight of my secret, the simmering anger from the near-death experience  it all coalesced into a white-hot rage.


    ¡°No, Brock, everything¡¯s not alright!¡± I practically spat, shoving myself out of the chair and towering over Sage.


    Rage made me see red. Before anyone could react, Ished out. My fist connected with Sage¡¯s jaw with a sickening crunch. Her head snapped back, a surprised yelp escaping her lips.


    Chaos erupted. People stopped dancing, their attention drawn to the sudden brawl. Music screeched to a halt, reced by a collective gasp.


    Sage stumbled back, a hand flying to her now-bleeding jaw. Rage contorted my features, but a flicker of horror flickered across them as I realized what I¡¯d done.


    ¡°Amelia!¡± Brock roared, grabbing my arms and pulling me back. His grip was firm but gentle, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and disbelief.


    I struggled against him, adrenaline coursing through my veins. ¡°Let me go!¡± I screamed, my voice ragged. ¡°She deserved it!¡±


    But Brock held me fast. The crowd around us parted, creating a circle around the unfolding scene. Logan materialized amidst them, his face a thundercloud.


    ¡°What in the world is going on here?¡± he boomed, his voice echoing in the sudden silence.


    Gwen, alerted by themotion, pushed her way through the crowd. Her face paled as she took in the scene  the stunned Sage clutching her jaw, the blood blooming on her face, and me, a mess of fury and fear.


    Shame washed over me, recing the fading rage. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Looking away from Logan¡¯s disappointed gaze, I caught a glimpse of Brock¡¯s face. It was a mixture of worry and something else¡­ pity?


    ¡°Amelia,¡± he said, his voice low and gentle. ¡°Let¡¯s go. We need to talk.¡±


    He didn¡¯t wait for my reply, just gently steered me away from the scene, leaving behind the shocked whispers of the pack


    Brock pulled me outside, the cool night air a wee shock against my heated skin. We walked in a hurried silence until we reached a secluded clearing, where the only sound was the chirping of crickets and the frantic drumming of my heart.


    Shame washed over me in a tidal wave. ¡°Brock, I¡­ I¡¯m so sorry,¡± I stammered, tears blurring my vision. ¡°I don¡¯t¡­ I don¡¯t know what came over me.¡±


    He stopped, turning me gently to face him. The moonlight shining the concern etched on his features, his green eyes were softer than they usually get.


    ¡°Hey, it¡¯s okay,¡± he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my churning emotions. ¡°Just take a deep breath.¡±


    I did as he said, the cool air filling my lungs. But the knot of tension in my stomach remained.


    His hand reached out, brushing a stray tear from my cheek. ¡°Talk to me, Amelia. What happened in there?¡±


    I hesitated, the memory of Sage¡¯s taunts a bitter pill to swallow. But keeping it in felt suffocating. Taking another deep breath, I blurted out, ¡°Sage¡­ she was¡­ she was making fun of me, of my feelings.¡±


    The worry lines on Brock¡¯s forehead deepened. ¡°Your feelings? What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°About you,¡± I mumbled, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again. ¡°She was¡­ insinuating that I¡­ that I was ying you.¡±


    A chuckle escaped his lips, a warm, rumbling sound that sent a wave of relief washing over me. ¡°Amelia,¡± he said, his voice filled with an unexpected tenderness. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to Sage. You wouldn¡¯t y games like that.¡±


    His words warmed me from the inside out. ¡°But what if she¡¯s right?¡± I whispered, the insecurity that had been gnawing at me for days finally finding its voice. ¡°What if¡­ what if you deserve someone stronger, someone¡­¡±


    He cut me off, his handing to cup my cheek. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, momentarily chasing away the lingering shame.


    ¡°Listen to me,¡± he said, his gaze searching mine. ¡°You are strong, Amelia. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. And as for what I deserve¡­¡±


    He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my lips. ¡°I deserve someone kind, someone brave, someone who sees me for who I truly am.¡±


    My heart skipped a beat. Was he¡­?N?velDrama.Org content.


    The question never left my lips. He closed the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a soft, unexpected kiss.


    We pulled away slowly, foreheads resting together. My breath hitched in my throat, a million unspoken things swirling in my head.


    ¡°I¡­ I should probably go,¡± I stammered, the sudden intimacy leaving me flustered.


    He chuckled again, a soft, intimate sound. ¡°Not yet, stay a little longer,¡± he said, pulling me closer into a warm embrace.

 Thirty Seven

    Brock and I patrolled the perimeter of the pack territory. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, broken only by the asional rustle of leaves or the hoot of an owl. ¡°How many have you seen?¡± Brock asked, his voice a low murmur. We walked shoulder to shoulder, afortable silence usually settling between us during these patrols. But tonight, the recent rogue sightings had reced the usual easy camaraderie with a tense alertness. ¡°Three in the past week,¡± I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. ¡°Always at the same spot, near the western border.¡± Brock frowned, his brow furrowing in thought. ¡°That¡¯s unusual. Rogues rarelye this close to established pack territory, especially not this frequently.¡± ¡°I know,¡± I said, voicing the unease that had been gnawing at me. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ unsettling.¡± We continued walking in silence, the rhythmic crunch of our boots on fallen leaves the only sound. My gaze darted nervously around the dense foliage, searching for any sign of movement. The memory of my near-death encounter with the rogue pack was still fresh, a chilling reminder of the dangers lurking just beyond the pack¡¯s borders. ¡°There¡¯s something else, isn¡¯t there?¡± Brock¡¯s voice broke the silence, his keen eyes studying my face. My heart skipped a beat. Had he sensed my hesitation? ¡°What do you mean?¡± I asked, trying to sound nonchnt. ¡°You¡¯re not telling me everything,¡± he said, his voice gentle but firm. ¡°There¡¯s something you¡¯re not saying about the rogues.¡± I hesitated, caught between honesty and the fear of revealing too much. The image of Sage, transformed into a wolf, fighting alongside me, shed in my mind. Could I tell Brock about her? About her cryptic behavior and the nagging suspicion that she was somehow involved with the rogues? ¡°It¡¯s just¡­ there¡¯s been something else,¡± I finally admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. ¡°During thest encounter¡­ I felt like¡­ maybe one of them wasn¡¯t a regr rogue.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Brock asked, his voiceced with curiosity. ¡°I don¡¯t know how to exin it,¡± I said, frustration creeping into my voice. ¡°It was just¡­ a feeling. But one of the rogues seemed different, almost¡­ controlled.¡± Brock¡¯s jaw clenched. ¡°Controlled? Like it was following orders?¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± I said, the uncertainty in my voice mirroring the confusion in my head. ¡°But that¡¯s just crazy, right? Rogues are wild animals. They don¡¯t follow orders.¡± Brock didn¡¯t reply for a moment, his gaze fixed on a distant point in the forest. ¡°There are rumors,¡± he finally said, his voice low. ¡°Whispers of a rogue alpha, one who¡¯s been gathering strays, building a formidable pack.¡± A shiver ran down my spine. A rogue alpha? The very notion sent a jolt of fear through me. Rogues were dangerous enough, but a coordinated pack under the leadership of a rogue alpha? That was a whole new level of threat. ¡°Do you think that¡¯s what we¡¯re dealing with here?¡± I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Brock shrugged, a grim expression on his face. ¡°It¡¯s possible. But without more information, it¡¯s just spection.¡± We continued our patrol in a tense silence, the weight of the new information pressing down on us. Just when I thought things couldn¡¯t get moreplicated, the possibility of a rogue alpha added anotheryer of uncertainty to the already vtile situation. As we reached the end of the patrol route, Brock stopped and turned to face me. His gaze was serious, his blue eyes filled with concern. ¡°Amelia,¡± he said, his voice soft but firm. ¡°Whatever you¡¯re not telling me, it¡¯s important. You need to trust me. We can face this together, but only if we¡¯re honest with each other.¡± My heart hammered against my ribs. He was right. Honesty was the best policy, but the fear of revealing too much about Sage and the suspicion swirling in my head held me back. ¡°I¡­¡± I began, my voice trailing off. Could I confide in him about Sage? About the fight, the intervention, and the unsettling feeling that she was ying a game I didn¡¯t understand? Before I could voice my doubts, a twig snapped in the distance. My head whipped around, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. The air crackled with a sudden tension. ¡°Stay here,¡± Brock murmured, his voice low and urgent. He moved towards the sound, his hand instinctively reaching for the hunting knife strapped  My breath hitched in my throat. ¡°Brock, wait!¡± I whispered urgently, the urge to follow him warring with the fear of being left alone. He paused, turning back to me with a questioning look. Concern flickered in his blue eyes, a stark contrast to the determined set of his jaw. ¡°Stay put,¡± he repeated, his voice firm but leaving no room for argument. ¡°I¡¯ll check it out and be right back.¡± Before I could protest further, he vanished into the dense foliage, the rustle of leaves masking the sound of his footsteps. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, fear gnawing at my insides. Alone in the darkness, the forest seemed toe alive with unseen noises  the rustle of unseen creatures, the hoot of an owl, the snap of a twig under an unknown weight. My imagination conjured images of lurking figures and glowing eyes, each sound amplifying my anxiety. Minutes stretched into an eternity. Every rustle, every snap of a twig made me jump, the silence between noises amplifying my fear. The moonlight, once aforting presence, now cast an eerie glow on the forest floor, making the shadows seem to writhe and twist. Just as my anxieties reached a fever pitch, a familiar figure emerged from the darkness. Relief washed over me in a wave, momentary and sweet. ¡°Brock,¡± I breathed, rushing towards him. ¡°Thank goodness you¡¯re alright!¡± He gave me a reassuring smile, but his eyes held a hint of worry. ¡°False rm,¡± he said, his voice calm. ¡°Just a curious deer.¡± I didn¡¯tpletely believe him, but I chose not to press. The tension of the night was taking its toll, and I didn¡¯t want to add to it. ¡°Let¡¯s get back,¡± I said, clinging to his arm a little tighter than necessary. He didn¡¯t seem to mind, his hand finding mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. ¡°Something¡¯s bothering you, Amelia,¡± Brock said, his voice soft but perceptive. He stopped walking, turning to face me. His gaze held a gentle insistence that made it difficult to lie. The words tumbled out in a rush  the nagging feeling about the rogue encounter, the unsettling difference in one of the rogues, and the suspicion that Sage was somehow involved. I confessed everything, omitting only the details about seeing Sage transformed into a wolf. Brock listened patiently, his brow furrowed in thought. When I finished, he remained silent for a moment, digesting the information. ¡°It¡¯s a lot to take in,¡± he finally said, his voice thoughtful. ¡°There could be a logical exnation for the rogue¡¯s behavior, but the possibility of a rogue alpha can¡¯t be ignored. We need to tell Logan.¡± Relief washed over me. Finally, I wouldn¡¯t have to shoulder this burden alone. ¡°Yes, we should,¡± I agreed, a flicker of hope sparking up in meContent is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

 Thirty Eight

    Tossing and turning like a rotisserie chicken, sleep wouldn¡¯t touch me with a ten-foot pole. Every time I squeezed my eyelids shut, Sage¡¯s smug smirk and the whole rogue alpha thing popped back up like unwanted houseguests. Ugh. Finally, after what felt like a year of staring at the ceiling, I threw the covers off.


    Operation: Catch Sage Red-Handed was a go. Grabbing my baggiest clothes and a baseball cap that looked like it belonged to my grandpa, I snuck outta my room like a ninja on a sugar rush.


    Sage¡¯s cabin, on the outskirts of our territory, was my first stop. The journey there was like a horror movie  every rustle of leaves and owl hoot had me jumping like a scaredy-cat. When I finally reached the ce, it was dark and silent, not a single light on. Double ugh.


    Maybe she wasn¡¯t even there? Peeking through the window, I saw furniture gathering dust and a bed that looked like it hadn¡¯t been slept in for weeks. Super disappointing. Was this whole mission a bust?


    Then, a faint earthy smell tickled my nose. Sage¡¯s scent, unmistakable. Relief flooded me  she might not be at the cabin, but she¡¯d definitely been here.


    Following the scent like a bloodhound on the case, I plunged deeper into the woods. It led me on a weird path I didn¡¯t recognize, making me wonder if I was about to be a permanent resident of these creepy woods.


    But then, the scent got stronger, leading me to a clearing. And bam! There it was, in all its glory  Logan¡¯s mansion, looking like a spooky castle bathed in moonlight.


    Okay, what in the world was Sage doing at Logan¡¯s ce, especially thiste? My first thought was betrayal, a bitter pill to swallow. Feeling like a spy, I crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows. My heart hammered like a drum solo as I peeked through a window, trying to see what was going down.


    And what I saw¡­ well, let¡¯s just say it wasn¡¯t exactly baking cookies. Logan and Sage were, ahem, entangled in a way that would make my grandma blush. Disappointment hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless.


    But then, something weird happened. Disappointment morphed into¡­ understanding? Maybe even a little¡­ relief?


    Here was Sage, not whispering secrets or messing with my head, but all tangled up with the alpha himself. It felt almost¡­ liberating. Maybe she wasn¡¯t such a threat after all, at least not to me anymore.


    A mischievous grin stretched across my face. Sage might have been ying her games, but the joke seemed to be on her now. Lone wolf   caught getting busy with the alpha? Talk about a scandal!


    Seizing the moment, I whipped out my phone and snapped a pic. The sh probably lit up the room like a disco ball, but hey, a clear picture was worth a thousand confused stares.


    With a newfound pep in my step (and a secret photo as ammo), I disappeared back into the shadows. My heart was still racing, but for a different reason now  a mix of excitement and a hint of something else¡­ maybe even a tiny bit of victory.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    The walk back was filled with a lightness I hadn¡¯t felt in days. The weight of suspicion had lifted a bit, reced by the feeling of having taken back some control. Sage¡¯s web of maniption might still be there, but I had a weapon now  proof of her little rendezvous with Logan and now she couldn¡¯t threaten me with reporting to Logan. We all were guilty as  Judas. As I slipped back into my room, one thought echoed in my mind  game on, Sage. And this time, I held the winning card.


    Crashing through Brock¡¯s window wasn¡¯t exactly how I envisioned starting this conversation. But hey, grand entrances were kind of my thing, even if they involved acrobatics and a near heart attack on his end.


    ¡°Seriously, Amelia?¡± His voice, a low rumble in the darkness, sent a jolt through me. I yelped, scrambling back as a light flicked on. Blinking in the sudden brightness, I found myself face-to-face with Brock, sleep rumpled his hair and a yful smirk tugging at his lips. He looked unfairly attractive in just a sleep shirt, all broad shoulders and messy charm.


    My carefully rehearsed speech evaporated faster than fog in the morning sun. ¡°Uh, hey,¡± I stammered, cheeks burning like someone had shoved my head in a firece.


    ¡°Midnight rendezvous, huh?¡± he teased, a glint in his green eyes. I could practically hear the air quotes around ¡°rendezvous.¡±


    Heat flooded my face further. ¡°Nooo,¡± I mumbled, trying (and failing) to sound convincing. My escape attempt was thwarted by his hand still firmly mped over my mouth.


    ¡°Then spill, Amelia,¡± he chuckled, the sound warm and rich. ¡°What brings you to my humble bachelor pad at this ungodly hour?¡±


    The weight of my actual reason for being there  the photo of Sage and Logan, the tangled web of secrets  pressed down on me. But for some reason, all I could focus on was the yful glint in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on my lips for a beat too long. Maybe it was thete hour, the adrenaline crash, or just the undeniable pull I felt towards him  whatever it was, my carefully constructed n went out the window.


    ¡°Actually,¡± I blurted, surprising myself with the boldness, ¡°can I kiss you?¡±


    His smirk widened, a slow, genuine one that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. ¡°Is that all you snuck in for, Amelia?¡±


    ¡°Maybe,¡± I admitted, a shy smile gracing my lips. ¡°Or maybe I just¡­ kinda wanted to see you.¡±


    He leaned in then, slow and casual, the amusement in his eyes reced by something warmer, something¡­ hopeful? My breath hitched in my throat. Maybe this whole sneaking-in-the-window thing wasn¡¯t such a bad idea after all. When his lips crashed onto mine I even forgot my own name. I reached for his pants and unbuckled it. He let me unbuckle     the belt before he smiled.


    ¡°I want you¡± I whispered and he nodded before gentlyying me on the bed

 Thirty Nine

    Creeping through the bushes felt like I was starring in a bad spy movie. Guilt gnawed at me worse than a hangry wolf. Here I was, ying secret agent on my own packmate, all because I chickened out on telling Logan about his little romance with Sage.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Peeking through the leaves, I watched Sage lead Brock deeper into the woods. Talk about awkward. This wasn¡¯t exactly how I pictured breaking the news.


    Suddenly, Sage leaned in and nted a kiss on Brock. My jaw practically hit the forest floor. Before I could even process that, my traitorous fingers fumbled for my phone, snapping a pic faster than a squirrel on Red Bull. Hey, evidence is key, right?


    A tangled mess of emotions wrestled inside me  anger, hurt, and a weird flicker of¡­ relief? Like, major relief that Brock wasn¡¯t a lying cheater. But the image of him smooching Sage, the raw emotion on her face, left a sour taste in my mouth.


    They pulled away, foreheads touching, whispering like teenagers on a first date. I strained to hear what they were saying, feeling like a total creep.


    ¡°Brock,¡± Sage said, her voice all breathy, ¡°we need to talk. I, uh, I can¡¯t hold it in any longer.¡±


    ¡°Sage,¡± Brock replied, sounding equally stressed, ¡°what¡¯s going on here?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s about us,¡± she blurted, then took a shaky breath. ¡°Brock, I love you. Like, a lot. Like, way more than a packmate kinda love.¡±


    The words hung in the air, thick enough to spread on toast. My breath caught  love confession? No way!


    A long silence stretched between them, then Brock spoke, his voice gentle but firm. ¡°Sage, listen,¡± he said. ¡°You¡¯re awesome, like, the best friend a guy could ask for. But¡­ my heart¡¯s already taken.¡±


    Sage¡¯s face fell faster than a dropped ice cream cone. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. Ugh, this was getting messy.


    ¡°Who?¡± she croaked, her voice barely a whisper.


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter,¡± Brock said, avoiding her gaze. ¡°The point is, it¡¯s not you.¡±


    Sage stared at him, her expression a mix of hurt, anger, and maybe even a hint of confusion. Then, with a sniffle and a muttered curse, she stormed off, leaving Brock standing alone like a lost puppy.


    I watched him for a moment, a weird mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief, for sure, tinged with a touch of sadness for Sage. But then, another thought struck me  who was Brock¡¯s mystery love interest?


    The answer hit me like a bolt of lightning. Me. Brock just cryptically said his heart was with me. I couldn¡¯t wish for any better day.


    Relief whooshed through me like a rogue wave as Sage stomped off into the woods, leaving Brock behind. My fingers, still shaky, shoved my phone into my pocket, the evidence of their kiss a secret burning a hole in there.


    Suddenly, ying secret agent felt dumb. Guilt gnawed at me  a big, toothy guilt. Seeing Brock reject Sage, that raw vulnerability in her eyes¡­ it messed with me more than I wanted to admit.


    The pack house beckoned, a haven of familiaritypared to the drama that just unfolded. I snuck back, the woods quiet after all that yelling.


    Reaching the house, I padded down the familiar halls, the only sound the asional creak of floorboards. But as I neared the living room, voices snagged my attention. Who was up at this ungodly hour?


    Peeking around the corner, I froze. Sage, red-rimmed and puffy-eyed, stood in front of Logan, who looked like he swallowed a lemon.


    ¡°I, uh, had to tell you,¡± Sage mumbled, voice thick with sniffles. ¡°Amelia and Brock¡­ they¡¯ve been, like, totally hooking up for weeks!¡±


    My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My secret, out in the open, Logan the alpha staring it down. Panic surged  the consequences I hadn¡¯t thought of hit me like a runaway moose.


    But Logan surprised me. No explosion, no rage-wolf transformation. He just stared at Sage, his face a mask.


    ¡°Huh,¡± he finally said, cool as a cucumber. ¡°And how long have you known about this, Sage?¡±


    ¡°I, uh, just found out,¡± she mumbled, staring at her shoes. ¡°I saw them¡­ together.¡±


    Logan snorted, a humorless sound. ¡°Appreciate the intel, Sage. But honestly? Time for you to bounce.¡±


    Sage¡¯s head snapped up, disbelief written all over her face. ¡°Bounce? But¡­ why?¡±


    ¡°Because, Sage,¡± Logan said, his voice turning colder than a winter wolf¡¯s nose, ¡°you¡¯re, like, the least trustworthy person ever. You spilled Amelia¡¯s secret and tried to stir up pack drama. Not cool.¡±


    He took a menacing step forward, eyes narrowed. ¡°Pack your bags by sunrise, Sage. And don¡¯te back. Ever.¡±


    Tears streamed down Sage¡¯s face as she bolted out of the room. I felt a twinge of sympathy  getting exiled sucked, even if she was a drama queen.


    But as silence settled, a new fear crept in. What about me and Brock? Was exile my fate too?

 Forty

    The morning after was like waking up in a bad dream. My body ached like a kicked puppy, and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I tried to ignore the growing bruise on my shoulder, but it kept reminding me of the rogue rumble.


    Brock was nowhere to be found, probably nursing his own battle wounds. But I wasn¡¯t exactly feeling up for a pity party. Instead, I focused on the rogues we¡¯d captured. We¡¯d tied them up good, but they were still a bunch of grumpy, smelly wolves.


    ¡°Hey, furballs,¡± I greeted them, my voice dripping with sarcasm. ¡°How¡¯s the view from the ground?¡±


    They just red at me, their eyes full of rage. Great, a captive audience with a serious attitude problem.


    Logan strolled in, looking like he¡¯d just stepped out of a photoshoot. ¡°Morning, champ,¡± he said, a grin spreading across his face. ¡°You look like you could use a nap.¡±


    I rolled my eyes. ¡°Thanks for the pep talk, Cap. Any idea what to do with these grumpy guests?¡±


    He shrugged. ¡°No clue. Maybe we should ask them if they brought their own snacks.¡±


    We both burst outughing, the tension of the previous night easing a little. Sometimes, a bit of humor was the best medicine, even when dealing with a bunch of grumpy rogues.


    ¡°Seriously though,¡± Logan said, his tone turning serious. ¡°We need to figure out what they want. Why here? Why now?¡±


    I nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. These weren¡¯t just random rogues. There was something more to this, something bigger than we could imagine.


    ¡°We need to keep them alive,¡± I said, ¡°for questioning. Maybe they¡¯ll spill the beans.¡±This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Logan nodded, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. ¡°Let¡¯s hope so. But if they don¡¯t talk, we¡¯ll have to think of something else.¡±


    A shiver ran down my spine. I didn¡¯t like where that was going. But right now, we had bigger fish to fry. Like, literally. Rogue-sized fish. We stared at the rogue who just stared back at us in hate, probably thinking of ways y us alive.


    The rogue fixed his eyes on me and licked his lips. Behind me Logan growled possessively. Ironic how he still was possessive of me, did I even still consider him as my mate? Friends maybe but mate? No. It had always been Brock, and I was sure if Brock were here he would have shed the rogue¡¯s throat for looking at me that way.


    As if on cue Brock walked in and I sighed inwardly, how could someone look so handsome, so handsome that it made ady like me feel inferior sometimes. Brock smiled at me then turned to the rogue in chains.


    ¡°Now scum, time to talk¡± he growled.


    Logan stood before the lead rogue, his stance firm and his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. The rogue, a hulking brute with a face scarred like a battleground, red back, his eyes filled with defiance.


    ¡°Talk,¡± Logan demanded, his voice low and menacing. ¡°Tell me why you¡¯re here.¡±


    The rogue sneered, spitting on the ground. ¡°You think I¡¯m going to talk to you, worm?¡±


    Logan¡¯s patience was wearing thin. With a swift movement, he grabbed the rogue by the cor and mmed him against the wall. The impact was loud enough to echo through the room, the rogue¡¯s body crumpling against the hard surface.


    But the rogue remained defiant, his eyes filled with a chilling hatred. Logan, unfazed, took a step closer, his face inches away from the rogue¡¯s. ¡°Last chance,¡± he growled. ¡°Talk.¡±


    The rogue¡¯s eyes flickered for a moment, a flicker of fear mixed with defiance. Then, with a resigned sigh, he opened his mouth. ¡°Fine,¡± he rasped, his voice rough and hoarse. ¡°We want yournd.¡±


    Logan¡¯s grip tightened, but he didn¡¯t say anything, his eyes demanding more.


    ¡°Our boss, Vincent, wants this territory,¡± the rogue continued, his voice trembling slightly. ¡°He wants you and your pack gone.¡±


    ¡°And what about you?¡± Logan pressed, his voice low and dangerous.


    ¡°We get paid,¡± the rogue shrugged, his voice filled with indifference. ¡°Simple as that.¡±


    ¡°And what about her?¡± Logan asked, gesturing towards me with a nod.


    The rogue hesitated for a moment, then his eyes narrowed into a dangerous glint. ¡°She¡¯s a prize,¡± he said, his voice dripping with contempt. ¡°Vincent wants her for himself.¡±


    A wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn¡¯t believe what I was hearing. They wanted ournd, and they wanted me.


    ¡°And what about the attacks? Why now?¡± Logan pressed, his voice filled with a growing anger.


    The rogue shrugged again. ¡°Orders,¡± he said simply. ¡°Vincent wants to weaken you before the final strike.¡±


    A chill ran down my spine. This was bigger than just a territorial dispute. It was war, and we were the target.


    Logan¡¯s face was a mask of fury. ¡°And what about the others?¡± he asked, referring to the other rogues we had captured.


    ¡°They¡¯re just cannon fodder,¡± the rogue said with a cruel smile. ¡°Easy to rece.¡±


    Logan¡¯s grip tightened around the rogue¡¯s cor, his knuckles white. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to snap the rogue¡¯s neck. Then, with a sudden movement, he released his hold and stepped back.


    ¡°Brock,¡± he said, his voice low and dangerous. ¡°Take care of this.¡±


    Brock stepped forward, his face a mask of cold fury. With a single, swift motion, he punched the rogue in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. The rogue let out a howl of pain, but Brock didn¡¯t stop there. He knelt down, his eyes locked with the rogue¡¯s, and with a swift movement, he dug his fingers into the rogue¡¯s eyes.


    A blood-curdling scream echoed through the room, followed by a deafening silence. The rogue slumped to the ground, his body convulsing.


    Logan turned to me, his face pale but determined. ¡°We need to prepare,¡± he said, his voice low. ¡°This is going to be a fight for our survival.¡±

 Forty One

    My head was pounding. Everything felt like a nightmare. Vincent, that crazy guy, wanted me. Bad. Brock and Logan were trying to figure out what to do, their faces all serious. It was like we were in a movie, except without the popcorn.


    Logan was the first to speak. ¡°We need a n,¡± he said, his voice low and serious. ¡°Vincent won¡¯t stop until he gets what he wants.¡±


    Brock, my knight in shining armor, jumped in. ¡°Amelia needs to be safe. I¡¯m her bodyguard, 24/7.¡± My heart melted a little. He looked at me with those intense eyes of his, and I felt safe for a second.


    Logan nodded. ¡°Agreed. We double the patrols. No one gets in or out without being checked. I¡¯ll station more werewolf soldiers at the borders. We need eyes everywhere.¡±


    Brock¡¯s gaze never left mine. ¡°I¡¯ll be her personal guard. Wherever she goes, I go.¡±


    I couldn¡¯t help the swell of affection I felt for him. ¡°Thank you, Brock. I feel safer already.¡±


    Logan¡¯s expression softened slightly. ¡°It¡¯s settled then. Brock, you¡¯ll be with Amelia at all times. We¡¯ll rotate the guards and make sure no one getscent. This isn¡¯t just about defending ournd-it¡¯s about survival.¡±


    After the meeting, Brock insisted on walking me home. The night was quiet, the only sounds the asional rustle of leaves and the distant call of night birds. Brock¡¯s presence beside me was aforting constant amidst the chaos.


    ¡°Thank you for walking me home,¡± I said softly as we reached my door. ¡°And for everything else.¡±


    Brock smiled, a rare softness in his eyes. ¡°Always, Amelia. I¡¯ll protect you with everything I have.¡±


    The intensity of his words struck me, and before I knew it, I was leaning in, my heart pounding. ¡°Brock, I¡­¡±


    He didn¡¯t let me finish. His hands cupped my face, and his lips met mine in a kiss that took my breath away. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of us in a moment of pure connection. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.


    When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless. ¡°I¡¯ve wanted to do that for so long today ,¡± he whispered.


    ¡°Me too,¡± I admitted. ¡°I can¡¯t get enough of you Brock.¡±


    Brock¡¯s smile widened. ¡°You don¡¯t have to say anything. Just be with me.¡±


    ¡°Will you spend the night with me¡± I asked and Brock looked around and sighed, his green eyes looked like miniature storms.


    ¡°I can¡¯t¡± he said and I smiled at him. I shot him a sultry look.


    ¡°I am wet already you know that¡± I said and Brock eyes red up. His chest heaved as he struggled to hold himself in check.


    ¡°Damn you Amelia, you vixen¡± he growled and looked away.


    ¡°I want it so bad, don¡¯t you¡± I said and Brock stared back at me.


    ¡°You are evil, you know that huh?¡± He asked and I grinned as he lifted me into his arms and stepped inside.


    ¡°I know¡± I said and sighed as he captured my mouth in his.N?velDrama.Org content.


    I woke up the next morning to find Brock¡¯s side of the bed empty. I sighed, didn¡¯t he ever rest, why did he always had to put duty before what he wanted first. A note on the bed caught my attention and I opened and read it: ¡°You snore Vixen¡± it read and I smiled. Typical of Brock to always give me a snidepliment.


    __________________________________


    ¡°Okay, let¡¯s break this down,¡± Logan said, spreading a map out on the table. ¡°Vincent¡¯s gonna try and hit us where it hurts. We gotta be smarter than him.¡±


    Brock leaned forward, his eyes scanning the map. ¡°The south is our weak spot. We need more guards there, and we should switch them out often.¡±


    I nodded, trying to picture it all. ¡°And we can¡¯t forget about the vige. If he can¡¯t get to us, he might go after them to lure us out.¡±


    Logan¡¯s face turned serious. ¡°You¡¯re right. More patrols there too. Everyone needs to be on high alert.¡±


    We spent the next few hours going over every little detail. It was like putting together a giant puzzle, except the pieces were people and danger. By the time we were done, the sun was way up, and we all looked like zombies.


    Logan stood up, stretching. ¡°Alright, we¡¯ve done all we can for now. We need to stay sharp, everyone. No one goes anywhere alone. Brock, you¡¯re with Amelia, no exceptions.¡±


    Brock nodded, giving me a reassuring look.


    As we walked out of the war room, Brock grabbed my hand. ¡°Let¡¯s get some air, huh? We need a break from all this.¡±


    We found a quiet spot by the meadow. The grass was soft, and the sun felt good on my skin. It was weird how peaceful it was here,pared to the chaos inside.


    Brock sat down and pulled me close. ¡°We¡¯re gonna get through this, you know,¡± he said, his voice steady.


    I leaned my head on his shoulder. ¡°I hope so. With you by my side, I feel like I can handle anything.¡±


    We sat there for a while, just enjoying the quiet. It was like a tiny moment of peace in the middle of a storm.


    ¡°You left early¡± I observed and Brock sighed, he stroked my blond hair softly.


    ¡°You know I had to¡± he said and I shook my head.


    ¡°Duty huh?¡± I said bitterly, ¡°I hate that you have to be the one doing all the work. I love you and I want you to be with me, not spending time running around the pack¡±


    ¡°You are Logan¡¯s mate, we are keeping this a secret how else can I convince am not fucking his mate¡± he said and I rose to stare at him.


    ¡°He had sex with Sage too. Plus she told him about us¡± I said and Brock¡¯s eyes widened, he stared at me in fear.


    ¡°What did he say?¡± He asked and I shrugged.


    ¡°Nothing, but I guess one day. He¡¯ll let you know then I¡¯ll see if I am worth fighting for¡± I said and stormed away

 Forty Two

    The news hit us like a ton of bricks. Vincent¡¯s attack was imminent. The war room was a hive of activity. Maps were spread out, strategies were being debated, and faces were etched with worry.


    ¡°We have to be ready for anything,¡± Logan said, his voice low and determined. ¡°They coulde from anywhere.¡±


    Brock nodded, his eyes scanning the map. ¡°We need to strengthen our defenses everywhere, not just the south.¡±


    I felt a lump in my throat. This was it. The moment we¡¯d been dreading. ¡°We can¡¯t let them win,¡± I said, my voice barely a whisper.


    Logan looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. ¡°We won¡¯t, Amelia. We won¡¯t.¡±


    Days turned into nights as we prepared for the inevitable. We trained, we nned, and we waited.


    The tension was palpable. Even the usually


    cheerful faces in the vige looked grim.


    Brock insisted on ramping up my training. He argued that I needed to be able to defend myself, not just rely on others. I groaned andined, but deep down, I knew he was right.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Our training sessions were brutal. He pushed me to my limits, teaching me how to fight, how to use weapons, and how to survive in the wild. There were days when I wanted to quit, when my body ached and my mind was exhausted. But I pushed through, determined to be stronger.


    One afternoon, we were practicing hand-to-handbat. Brock was holding back, but I was growing increasingly frustrated with my own ipetence. In a fit of anger, Ished out, my movements fueled by adrenaline. To my surprise, I managed to overpower him. Smashing my fist into his jaw so hard I heard his neck snap.


    Brock stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock. I froze, realizing what I had done. I had hit him, and I had hit him hard.


    He shook his head, trying to clear it. ¡°Amelia, stop,¡± he said, his voice low and dangerous.


    I couldn¡¯t stop. I was out of control, my wolf was rabid now, that first taste of victory and she wanted more, my mind racing. I lunged at him again, but this time, he didn¡¯t hold back, probably in wolf mode too.


    With a swift movement, he blocked my attack and countered with a powerful punch to my face that felt like a truck had hit me. I flew backward, hitting the ground hard. The world went ck.


    When I came to, I was lying on the ground, Brock kneeling beside me. He looked terrified. ¡°Amelia, I¡¯m so sorry, my wolf went out of control,¡± he said, his voice trembling.


    I sat up, my head throbbing. I touched my face where he had hit me. It was already starting to swell.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± I said, trying to sound calm. ¡°It was an ident.¡±


    But it wasn¡¯t okay. I was angry, humiliated, and confused. I had never felt so out of control in my life.


    Brock took my hand. ¡°I promise it won¡¯t happen again,¡± he said. ¡°I was trying to protect you.¡±


    I pulled my hand away. ¡°Protect me? By hitting me?¡±


    He sighed. ¡°I know, I know. I messed up. But you did hit me first anyways¡±


    I looked at him, trying to decide what to do. I was still angry, but I also knew that he didn¡¯t mean to hurt me.


    Suddenly, an idea formed in my mind. I smiled. ¡°I¡¯ll ept your apology,¡± I said, ¡°if you marry me.¡±


    Brock¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What?¡±


    I shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s a joke.¡±


    But I wasn¡¯t joking. A part of me actually wanted him to say yes.


    Brock ran a hand through his hair. ¡°Amelia, please stop teasing me.¡±


    Iughed. ¡°Fine, fine. But you owe me big time.¡±


    He rolled his eyes but smiled. ¡°I know, I know.¡±


    We sat there in silence for a moment, the tension between us finally easing.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for pushing you so hard,¡± he said. ¡°I just want you to be safe.¡±


    I nodded. ¡°I know. And I appreciate it. But maybe you could ease up a little.¡±


    He smiled wickedly . ¡°No.¡±


    __________________________________


    ¡°I want to learn how to fight as a wolf,¡± I said, my eyes were fixed on his. He obviously knew I wouldn¡¯t take no for an answer.


    ¡°Damn you¡± he growled, I smiled when I obviously sensed the excitement from his wolf. Which werewolf didn¡¯t like to be free. Sometimes it took all out willpower not to just remain as wolves and roam the earth free


    When we were finally ready, we stood in the middle of the woods, taking deep breaths. Then, something incredible happened. My body started to change. My skin prickled, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. My bones seemed to crack and rearrange themselves. Fear and excitement warred inside me. And then, I was looking at the world through different eyes. It wasn¡¯t my first time shifting but it had been so long and it had been in roguends with a grumpy Brock and a bitchy Sage. Now I felt giddy with excitement.


    I was a wolf.


    My senses were heightened. The world was a symphony of smells, sounds, and textures. I could hear the distant rustle of leaves, the soft padding of my paws on the forest floor. The world was alive in a way I¡¯d never experienced before.


    Brock was already transformed, his form sleek and powerful. He looked at me with a mixture of pride and concern.


    ¡°You¡¯re doing great,¡± he said, his voice low and reassuring in my head.


    We started to run, our bodies moving with a grace and speed I didn¡¯t know I possessed. The trees were a blur, the wind whipping through our fur. It was exhrating.


    We ran for what felt like hours, exploring the depths of the forest. The world was our yground. We swam in icy streams, climbed towering trees, and chased yful squirrels.


    We hunted small animals, our senses honed to perfection. The thrill of the chase was addictive.


    As we were exploring, we came across a fresh deer trail. Brock¡¯s ears perked up. He sniffed the ground, his eyes gleaming.


    ¡°Fresh kill,¡± he said, his voice low in my head and I shivered does onee in wolf form cause his deep voice in my head was certainly going to make me to.


    My heart pounded. I¡¯d seen him hunt before, but I¡¯d never participated. This was my chance.


    We followed the trail, our bodies low to the ground. The forest was silent, except for the crunch of leaves beneath our paws. Our senses were heightened, every sound, every smell, a potential clue.


    Then we saw it. Arge buck was grazing in a clearing. My heart raced. This was it.


    Brock gave a low growl, a signal for us to attack. We burst from the undergrowth, our bodies a blur of muscle and fur. The deer bolted, its hooves pounding the earth. We were in hot pursuit, our bodies lean and powerful.


    I focused on my target, the deer¡¯s hind legs. I leaped, my jaws snapping shut. I missed, but I didn¡¯t give up. I tried again, and this time, I connected. The deer stumbled, giving Brock the opportunity to finish it off.


    With a powerful leap, Brocknded on the deer¡¯s back, his teeth sinking into its neck. The deer struggled for a moment, then went limp. We stood over our kill, panting and exhrated.


    We fed silently, the taste of raw meat filling our mouths. It felt weird at first but soon I enjoyed the thrill, the raw meat suddenly tasted like the best I had ever had. When we were finished, wey side by side, our bodies warm in the sunlight. I stared at Brock huge sleek ck wolf fur and sighed how could someone look so hot as a werewolf.


    ¡°Can we have sex as wolves¡± I asked in our telepathic link and his wolf head turned.


    ¡°E¡± was all he said.

 Forty Three

    The sky was darkening, and the air was thick with tension. We could sense them before we saw them, the rogues moving in like a dark wave, ready to crash against our defenses. Brock stood beside me, his grip on my hand a reassuring constant.


    ¡°They¡¯reing,¡± Logan¡¯s voice was low but steady as he addressed the pack. ¡°Everyone, to your positions.¡± We scattered, each of us moving to where we¡¯d been assigned.


    Brock and I took up a position near the main gate, where we knew the fighting would be fiercest. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt a strange calm wash over me. This was it. We were ready.


    The first rogue hit the gate with a deafening crash. The force of it reverberated through the ground, but our defenses held-at least for the moment.


    More followed, their growls and snarls filling the air. ¡°Hold the line!¡± Brock shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. We fought with everything we had. The night was a blur of fur, ws, and blood.


    Despite our preparations, the rogues were relentless. They tore through our defenses with a ferocity I hadn¡¯t anticipated. For every rogue we took down, it seemed like two more took its ce. I caught sight of Logan in the fray, his movements a blur of controlled aggression. He was holding his own, but even he couldn¡¯t be everywhere at once.


    ¡°Fall back!¡± someone yelled. It took me a moment to realize it was Logan. ¡°Amelia, go!¡± Brock urged, shoving me behind him as heshed out at a rogue that got too close. ¡°We¡¯ll regroup inside the vige.¡± I hesitated, torn between staying to fight and following orders.


    Brock¡¯s determined gaze made the decision for me. I nodded and sprinted towards the inner defenses, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving him. Inside the vige, the chaos was no less intense. Logan was rallying the pack, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. ¡°Regroup! We make our stand here!¡± Brock appeared momentster, his face smeared with dirt and blood, but his eyes fierce.


    ¡°We can¡¯t let them breach the vige. We hold here or it¡¯s all over.¡± ¡°We need a n,¡± I gasped, trying to catch my breath. ¡°We can¡¯t keep this up.¡± Logan nodded. ¡°Brock, take a team and hit them from the sides. We¡¯ll draw them in and crush them in a pincer move.¡± Brock pped him on the shoulder.


    ¡°Got it. Let¡¯s move.¡± I watched as Brock selected a handful of the fiercest werewolves, their expressions mirroring his determination. They slipped away into the shadows, ready to strike.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Minutes felt like hours as we held the line, waiting for Brock¡¯s signal. The rogues were pushing harder, sensing victory. Then, from the darkness, a howl pierced the night. Brock¡¯s team surged in from the nks, hitting the rogues with a ferocity that turned the tide. ¡°Now!¡± Logan roared. ¡°Push them back!¡±


    We surged forward, ourbined force overwhelming the rogues. They hesitated, then broke ranks, retreating into the night. The vige was safe, for now. Breathing heavily, I looked around at the carnage. We¡¯d won, but the cost was high. Brock appeared at my side, bloodied but triumphant. ¡°We did it,¡± he said, his voice hoarse.


    ¡°We drove them off.¡± I nodded, too exhausted to speak. We had survived, but the battle was far from over. Later, in the war room, the atmosphere was tense.


    Logan paced, his brow furrowed in thought. ¡°They knew exactly where to hit us,¡± he said. ¡°It¡¯s like they knew our n.¡± Brock¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°You¡¯re right. This wasn¡¯t just an attack-it was a coordinated assault. Someone fed them information.¡± ¡°A spy?¡± I asked, the word heavy in the air.


    Logan nodded grimly. ¡°It¡¯s the only exnation. We have a traitor in our midst.¡± Brock¡¯s expression hardened. ¡°We need to find out who it is. And fast. Before they can do any more damage.¡± Silence fell over the room as the weight of his words sank in.


    The fight wasn¡¯t just against the rogues anymore-it was against someone within our own ranks. Someone who had betrayed us all. The morning after the attack, I was still trying to shake off the lingering sense of dread. We had driven the rogues back, but the idea of a spy among us gnawed at my mind.


    I was lost in thought when one of the vige boys, Timmy, came running up to me, clutching a piece of paper. ¡°Miss Amelia!¡± he called, breathless from running. ¡°This is for you.¡± I took the note from him, my heart pounding. ¡°Who gave this to you, Timmy?¡± ¡°A stranger.


    He said it was important and that I had to give it to you right away.¡± I nodded, ruffling his hair. ¡°Thanks, Timmy. You did good.¡± He beamed at me before running off, and I unfolded the note with trembling fingers. The message was scrawled in messy handwriting, but its contents made my blood run cold. ¡°Come to New York or we kill your friend Reagan.¡± I stared at the note, my mind racing.


    Reagan was a human, one of the few friends I had outside the pack. We¡¯d known each other since college, and she had no idea about my werewolf life. The thought of her in danger because of me was unbearable. ¡°Amelia, you okay?¡± Brock¡¯s voice brought me back to the present. He was standing beside me, concern etched on his face. I handed him the note, my voice shaking. ¡°They have Reagan.


    They want me to go to New York.¡± Brock¡¯s eyes darkened as he read the message. ¡°We can¡¯t let you go alone. It¡¯s obviously a trap.¡± ¡°I know,¡± I said, feeling a mix of fear and determination. ¡°But I can¡¯t just leave her. She has no idea what¡¯s going on.¡± Logan joined us, having noticed the tension.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±


    Brock passed him the note. Logan¡¯s expression grew grim as he read it. ¡°This changes things. We need to get Reagan back, but we can¡¯t risk you walking into a trap.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have a choice,¡± I insisted. ¡°If they hurt her because of me¡­¡± Logan sighed.


    ¡°We¡¯ll figure this out. We¡¯ll get her back safely. But we need a n.¡± Brock nodded. ¡°We can¡¯t go in blind. We need to find out who¡¯s behind this and why they¡¯re targeting Reagan.¡± I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. ¡°I have to do this. She¡¯s my friend. But I need your help.¡±


    Logan ced a reassuring hand on my shoulder. ¡°We¡¯re with you, Amelia. We¡¯ll get her back. But we have to be smart about this.¡± I nodded, grateful for their support.


    ¡°Thank you. We need to move quickly.¡± Brock squeezed my hand. ¡°We will. We¡¯ll leave tonight.¡±


    Reagan¡¯s life was in danger, and it was up to us to save her. The fight against the rogues had be personal, and I was determined to protect the people I loved-no matter the cost.

 Forty Four

    We decided to leave for New York that night. The urgency of Reagan¡¯s situation weighed heavily on me, and the fear of what could happen if we didn¡¯t act fast was like a constant, gnawing presence in the back of my mind. Logan, Brock, and I piled into a ck SUV, the kind that would blend in anywhere without drawing too much attention.


    Logan nced at me from the driver¡¯s seat. ¡°You sure you¡¯re up for this, Amelia? Going in alone is dangerous.¡±


    I nodded, trying to muster as much confidence as I could. ¡°I don¡¯t have a choice. If they see you two, they might kill Reagan on the spot.¡±


    Brock, sitting next to me, reached over and squeezed my hand. ¡°We¡¯ll be close by, ready to jump in if anything goes wrong. Just get Reagan out safely. That¡¯s the priority.¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± I said, giving him a small, grateful smile. ¡°Thanks, both of you.¡±


    The drive to New York was tense and quiet. We went over the n a few more times, making sure we were ready for anything. Logan and Brock would stay nearby, hidden, while I went in to get Reagan. It was risky, but it was the best chance we had.


    We reached the outskirts of the city just before dawn. The warehouse where I was supposed to meet them was in a rundown part of town, the kind of ce no one would think to look for trouble. Perfect for an ambush.


    Logan parked the SUV a few blocks away, hidden behind some abandoned buildings. ¡°This is it,¡± he said, turning to face me. ¡°You sure about this, Amelia?¡±


    I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. ¡°I¡¯ll be fine. Just be ready.¡±


    ¡°We will be,¡± Brock said, his eyes full of concern. ¡°Be careful.¡±


    With onest look at them, I slipped out of the car and made my way to the warehouse. The streets were eerily quiet, and every shadow seemed to hold a threat. I kept my senses sharp, trying to detect any sign of danger.


    The warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows and faded paint giving it a sinister appearance. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust, and the faint smell of decay hung in the air.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    ¡°Hello?¡± I called out, my voice echoing in the vast, empty space.


    For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, from the shadows, a voice responded. ¡°Over here.¡±


    I followed the sound, my heart racing. There, in the dim light, I saw Reagan. She was tied to a chair, her face pale and streaked with dirt. Relief and fear surged through me in equal measure.


    ¡°Reagan!¡± I rushed over to her, my hands shaking as I tried to untie her. ¡°It¡¯s okay, I¡¯m here to get you out.¡±


    She looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear. ¡°Amelia, it¡¯s a trap¡­¡±


    I barely had time to process her words before something hard mmed into the back of my head. Pain exploded through my skull, and the world went dark.


    ¡ª


    When I came to, my head was throbbing and my vision was blurry. I tried to move, but my hands were tied behind me, and I was sitting on the cold, hard floor. Reagan was still tied to the chair next to me, her face twisted with worry.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± she whispered urgently. ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    I blinked, trying to clear my head. ¡°Yeah, I think so. What happened?¡±


    Before she could answer, a figure stepped out of the shadows. A tall, imposing man with a cruel smile. ¡°Wee back, Amelia. I hope you didn¡¯t think it would be that easy.¡±


    ¡°You!¡± I snarled, struggling against my bonds. ¡°What do you want?¡±


    He chuckled, a sound that sent chills down my spine. ¡°You can call me Vincent. And what I want is simple: your cooperation. Or your friend here suffers the consequences.¡±


    ¡°I know your name psycho¡± I growled and he grinned and licked his lips.


    Reagan¡¯s eyes filled with tears. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to him, Amelia. Just get out of here.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s smile widened. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t advise that. My men are all around this ce. One wrong move and she dies.¡±


    I red at him, fury boiling inside me. ¡°What do you want from me?¡±


    ¡°Information,¡± he said casually, as if we were discussing the weather. ¡°Your pack¡¯s defenses, their ns, everything. And in return, I might consider letting you both live.¡±


    I spat at him, my anger overriding my fear. ¡°I¡¯d never betray my pack.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s expression hardened. ¡°We¡¯ll see about that. Take your time to reconsider. I¡¯ll be back.¡±


    With that, he turned and walked away, leaving us alone in the dimly lit warehouse. I could hear the distant sounds of the city waking up outside, but inside, it felt like we were a world away from help.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± Reagan said softly. ¡°What are we going to do?¡±


    I looked at her, my mind racing. We had to find a way out of this. And quickly. Brock and Logan would be looking for me, but I had no idea how long it would take them to find us.


    ¡°We¡¯re going to get out of here,¡± I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. ¡°I promise.¡±


    Reagan nodded, she looked at me for a long while. Then she shook her head.


    ¡°You look different, what happened in Pornd?¡± She asked and I shook my head, she wouldn¡¯t believe if I told her I was a badass werewolf.


    ¡°A lot happened¡± I said and she sighed guiltily.


    ¡°I should have visited but my life here was so fucked up. Been with a guy and he dumped me. Couldn¡¯t think straight for months. Didn¡¯t want you to see me as a mess¡± she said and I smiled.


    ¡°You are a mess¡± I said and she grinned.

 Forty Five

    As the minutes ticked by, the pain in my head began to subside, reced by a growing sense of stubbornness . I wasn¡¯t going to let Vincent intimidate me. Reagan¡¯s life depended on me staying strong and thinking clearly. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, a reminder that we weren¡¯tpletely isted, even though it felt that way.


    Vincent reappeared, striding into the room with an air of confidence that made my skin crawl. He looked down at me with a cold smile. ¡°Ready to talk, Amelia?¡±


    I met his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. ¡°I told you, I¡¯m not giving you any information.¡±


    He chuckled, shaking his head. ¡°You¡¯re brave, I¡¯ll give you that. But let¡¯s not y games. Who did youe with?¡±


    I swallowed hard, hoping he couldn¡¯t see through my lie. ¡°I came alone, just like you told me to.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. ¡°Is that so? Alone, all the way from your little vige?¡±


    I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. ¡°Yes.¡±


    He studied me for a long moment, then sighed. ¡°Amelia, Amelia. You disappoint me. Lying won¡¯t get you or your friend anywhere.¡± He paused, letting his words sink in. ¡°But information wasn¡¯t the only reason I wanted you toe here.¡±


    A chill ran down my spine. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    His eyes gleamed with crazy intensity. ¡°I have bigger ns for you. You see, I need someone strong, someone resilient, to carry my children. To continue my legacy.¡±


    My stomach turned. ¡°You¡¯re insane.¡±This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Vincent leaned closer, his breath hot against my face. ¡°Maybe. But you¡¯re going to give me what I want, one way or another.¡±


    Disgust surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I spat in his face. His expression filled with rage, and he pped me hard across the cheek. Pain exploded in my head, and for a moment, I saw stars. When my vision cleared, he had grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him.


    ¡°You will behave,¡± he hissed, his grip tightening painfully. ¡°Or I¡¯ll kill your friend right here, right now.¡±


    I forced myself to stay calm, to not show the fear that was threatening to overwhelm me. ¡°You¡¯ll never get away with this.¡±


    Vincentughed, a cold, cruel sound. ¡°Oh, but I already have. You¡¯re here, aren¡¯t you? And soon enough, you¡¯ll be exactly where I want you.¡±


    He let go of my chin and stood up, looking down at me with a mixture of triumph and disdain. ¡°Think about it, Amelia. You have a choice: cooperate and live, or resist and watch your friend die. It¡¯s entirely up to you.¡±


    With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to grapple with the horrifying reality of my situation. I could hear Reagan¡¯s soft sobs beside me, and my heart broke for her. She had been dragged into this nightmare because of me, and now I had to find a way to save her.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± she whispered, her voice trembling. ¡°What are we going to do?¡±


    I looked at her, my mind racing. ¡°I don¡¯t know yet. But we¡¯ll get out of this. I promise.¡±


    As the hours passed, I tried toe up with a n. I had to find a way to signal Brock and Logan without tipping off Vincent¡¯s men. It was a slim chance, but it was all we had.


    ¡°Reagan,¡± I said quietly, ncing around to make sure we were still alone. ¡°When theye back, follow my lead. We need to find a way to distract them.¡±


    She nodded, her eyes wide with fear but also with a glimmer of hope. ¡°Okay. I trust you.¡±


    We didn¡¯t have to wait long. Vincent returned, this time with two of his men. They untied Reagan from the chair and pulled her to her feet, dragging her towards the door.


    ¡°Where are you taking her?¡± I demanded, struggling against my own bonds.


    Vincent smirked. ¡°She¡¯s a little leverage. We¡¯re going to have a chat, and I want to make sure you understand what¡¯s at stake.¡±


    Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. ¡°Leave her alone. This is between you and me.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t think so,¡± Vincent said, his tone mocking. ¡°You see, your friend here is going to help us ensure your cooperation.¡±


    As they dragged Reagan out of the room, I shouted after them. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt her! I¡¯ll do what you want!¡±


    Vincent paused, turning to look at me with a satisfied smile. ¡°Good. That¡¯s what I wanted to hear. But just to make sure, you¡¯ll stay here for now. Think about your options.¡±


    The door mmed shut behind them, and I was left alone in the dimly lit room. My mind raced, trying toe up with a way to escape and rescue Reagan. I knew Brock and Logan would be looking for us, but time was running out.


    I strained against the ropes binding my wrists, trying to loosen them. My skin was raw and bleeding, but I didn¡¯t stop. I had to get free. For Reagan. For all of us.


    After what felt like hours, I finally managed to slip one hand free. I quickly untied the rest of the ropes and stood up, my legs trembling from the effort. I crept to the door and pressed my ear against it, listening for any sounds.


    The hallway outside was quiet. I took a deep breath and opened the door a crack, peering out. There was no one in sight. I slipped out of the room and made my way down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest.


    I had to find Reagan. I had to find a way out. And I had to do it before Vincent realized what was happening.


    As I moved through the darkened warehouse, I kept to the shadows, listening for any signs of movement. Every creak and groan of the old building set my nerves on edge, but I pushed forward, driven by the need to save my friend.


    Finally, I heard voices up ahead. I crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows. Vincent and his men were in a room just down the hall, and I could hear Reagan¡¯s muffled cries.


    I needed a distraction. Something to draw their attention away so I could get Reagan out. I spotted a stack of old crates and knocked one over, the crash echoing through the hallway.


    ¡°What was that?¡± one of Vincent¡¯s men asked, his voice tense.


    ¡°Go check it out,¡± Vincent ordered. ¡°And don¡¯t let her out of your sight.¡±


    One of the men walked towards the noise, his footsteps echoing loudly. I waited until he passed, then slipped into the room, my heart racing.


    Reagan was tied to a chair in the center of the room, her face pale and tear-streaked. I rushed over to her, working quickly to untie the ropes binding her.


    ¡°Amelia,¡± she whispered, her voice shaky. ¡°I was so scared.¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± I said, my voice choked with emotion. ¡°But we¡¯re getting out of here. I promise.¡±


    Just as I freed her, the door mmed open. Vincent stood there, his face twisted with rage. ¡°You really thought you could escape?¡±


    I pushed Reagan behind me, my heart pounding. ¡°Leave her out of this, Vincent. It¡¯s me you want.¡±


    Heughed, a cruel, mocking sound. ¡°Oh, Amelia. You¡¯re not in a position to make demands.¡±


    Before I could react, one of his men grabbed me from behind, his grip like a vise. Vincent stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with malice.


    ¡°You should have behaved,¡± he said, his voice low and menacing. ¡°Now, you¡¯re going to learn the consequences.¡±


    He extended his fingers and ws suddenly gleamed in the dim light and instead of me he aimed for Reagan¡¯s throat.


    ¡°Wait¡±¡® I screamed and Vincent stopped. I stared at him, tears in my eyes.


    ¡°Alright, am sorry. I¡¯ll do what you want¡± I said and he grinned, his ws sheathing themselves.


    ¡°You¡¯ll let me bang you¡±¡®he said and I nodded.


    ¡°Yes. Please don¡¯t hurt her¡± I begged and he smiled.


    ¡°Alright kitten, we¡¯ll head home and make babies¡±¡®he said and raised a fist for my face before I sank into the arms of unconsciousness.

 Forty Six

    I woke up with a start, my head throbbing and my vision blurry. The pain in my skull was sharp, but the overwhelming sense of dread was sharper. I struggled to sit up, my hands and feet bound tightly, and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Dim light filtered through cracked windows, casting shadows on the walls of what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse.


    Just then, I heard a familiar voice in my head. Brock.


    ¡°Amelia, where are you?¡±


    Relief and panic mingled in my chest. I focused on our bond, trying to project my thoughts clearly. ¡°I don¡¯t know the exact location. It¡¯s a warehouse. It¡¯s old and looks abandoned.¡±


    There was a brief pause before Brock¡¯s voice came through again, calm butced with urgency. ¡°There are hundreds of warehouses around here, Amelia. But I can track your scent. Hold on. Logan and I areing to get you.¡±


    The telepathic link went quiet, and I was left with my racing thoughts and the oppressive silence of the warehouse. The faint sounds of the city outside were a distant reminder of how far I was from home, from safety. I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm and focus on the bond with Brock. If anyone could find me, it was him.


    I strained against the ropes binding my wrists, trying to loosen them without much sess. The rough material bit into my skin, but the pain kept me grounded. I had to stay strong. For Reagan, for Brock, for all of us.


    Footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder. I tensed, trying to make myself as small and inconspicuous as possible. The door creaked open, and Vincent strolled in, looking entirely too pleased with himself.


    ¡°Ah, Amelia, awake atst,¡± he said, his voice dripping with mockery.


    I red at him, saying nothing.


    ¡°No need to be so hostile,¡± he continued, circling me like a predator. ¡°I was beginning to think you¡¯d miss the main event.¡±


    ¡°What do you want, Vincent?¡± I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.


    He stopped in front of me, his smile widening. ¡°Oh, I think you know. But let¡¯s not rush things. We have time.¡±


    I bit back a retort, knowing that provoking him wouldn¡¯t help. Instead, I focused on Brock¡¯s voice in my head, a lifeline in this nightmare.


    ¡°Brock, please hurry,¡± I thought, hoping he could sense my desperation.


    The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Vincent¡¯s men came and went, their movements a blur as I fought to keep my mind clear. I couldn¡¯t afford to lose hope now.


    Finally, I felt a faint warmth through the bond with Brock. He was close. I clung to that feeling, using it to keep my spirits up.


    ¡°Hold on, Amelia. We¡¯re almost there,¡± Brock¡¯s voice echoed in my mind.


    The door opened again, and Vincent walked in, his expression darkening when he saw my defiance. ¡°Still so stubborn,¡± he said, shaking his head. ¡°You should be more cooperative, for your own sake.¡±


    I didn¡¯t respond, focusing on the bond with Brock instead. I could feel him getting closer, his presence,forting against the fear.


    Vincent¡¯s patience seemed to be wearing thin. He crouched down in front of me, his face inches from mine. ¡°I wonder how much longer you can hold out,¡± he murmured, his tone menacing.


    Just then, a distant crash echoed through the warehouse, followed by shouts and the sound of footsteps. Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly.


    ¡°What the hell is going on?¡± he barked, turning towards the door.


    The next few moments were a chaotic blur. The door burst open, and Brock and Logan charged in, their eyes zing with fury. Vincent¡¯s men tried to intervene, but they were no match for the two werewolves in full protective mode.


    ¡°Amelia!¡± Brock shouted, his voice a mix of relief and anger.


    ¡°Brock!¡± I called back, my heart soaring at the sight of him.


    Vincent snarled, grabbing me roughly by the arm. ¡°You think you can just take her?¡± he spat, his grip tightening painfully.


    Before he could react, Logan tackled him, knocking him to the ground. Brock was at my side in an instant, his hands gentle but urgent as he untied the ropes binding me.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± he asked, his voice tight with concern.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± I managed to say, my voice shaking. ¡°Just get me out of here. We need to get Reagan too.¡± I said and he nodded.


    ¡°Already got her, she is in the SUV¡±


    He lifted me to my feet, supporting me as we hurried towards the door. Logan was still grappling with Vincent, but he shouted after us, ¡°Go! I¡¯ll handle this!¡±


    We didn¡¯t need to be told twice. Brock and I sprinted out of the warehouse, the cool night air a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. We didn¡¯t stop until we were a safe distance away, the sounds of the city buzzing around us.


    Brock pulled me into a tight embrace, his body trembling with relief. ¡°I thought I¡¯d lost you,¡± he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.


    ¡°You found me,¡± I whispered back, clinging to him. ¡°You always find me.¡±


    Brock led me through the warehouse, he cut down anyone who tried to stop us and I find myself wondering when I get to marry this guy. We turned the corner to meet Logan pointing a gun at Reagan¡¯s head. My eyes widened beside me Brock narrowed his eyes.


    ¡°What¡¯s his Logan?¡± He growled and Logan shrugged.


    ¡°What does this look like?¡± He countered and Brock clenched his fist.


    ¡°Where¡¯s Vincent?¡± Brock asked and Logan tilted his head, pressing his gun harder into Reagan¡¯s head who whimpered.


    ¡°Ran. His not even my problem, you both are¡± he said and Brock narrowed his eyes.


    ¡°What do you mean¡± he said and Logan¡¯s smile widened.


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