“I wasn’t even good enough for a gamma…” she said, her voice cracking. “How could I be good enough for a beta.” That’s when we all realized at the same time what was running through her head. She was terrified of being rejected again. She thought she wasn’t good enough to have a mate, let alone a
Lila’s POV The long dining hall table was crowded with different wolves from Alpha Jonathan’s pack and then my friends and family. It was a strange batch of people, but everyone seemed kind enough. This was odd because they were from Alpha Jonathan’s pack; I really didn’t expect anyone in this p
She left the dining hall and everyone resumed their conversations as if nothing had happened. Rachel's spot was empty now and I couldn’t help but stare at it sadly. It was like a missing tooth. Once dinner concluded and everybody was stuffed out of their minds, the packhouse staff returned and cle
Third Person POV The darkness that consumed Rachel fed off the fear that Lila was feeling. She tried her best to hide it, but even Rachel knew that Lila’s fear was evident. The color had completely drained from her perfect features and as much as she tried to blink them away, Rachel could see the
Lila opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. And then, her body began to quiver uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, shocking Rachel to the core. Had they killed her? The darkness was going to be pissed and probably kill them too. Not that it mattered anymore; R
“I do…” it said simply. “But my little friends are so very hungry and before they depart from your lovely daughter, they need to feed.” “What?” Raymond asked, staggering backward. “You are crazy. Why me? Why not kill her?!” The voice didn’t respond at first; Rachel was oddly curious about the an
Enzo’s POV Something was wrong. I knew it before Ethan called me. I could feel it through our mate bond, regardless of how far she was. I knew something had happened. My wolf has been on edge for hours, saying we needed to get to Alpha Jonathan’s packhouse to be with our mate. He didn’t like her
I froze as we reached the front room of the packhouse. As soon as I was inside the house, I smelled the metallic scent of blood. It made the packhouse reek. I turned to Ethan, trying to keep control of my wolf. But it was growing more difficult with each passing moment. “And then what?” I asked wi