What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
I cross my arms over my chest and say, "I really hate your pack." I absolutely detest small packs or packets with little to no development. I detest seeing woods right outside my window when I first wake up. And I can't help but be incredibly irritated that I even have to be here as I sit before the Black Blood Pack's Alpha.
Alex mutters, "And I really hate girls that complain," banging his whiskey glass against the tiny glass table separating us. Helena, who is standing next to me, flinches a little, but I don't since I won't be scared of him.
Helena admonishes, "Temper, temper," as she spins her finger through a silver hairlock. Her silver eyes sparkle eternally.
No, I want to murder her. Alex yells as he fixes his eyes on Helena. Helena turns her head to look at Alex, her lips pursed in thought.
"Slow down. She reminds him that Ava is really helpful to the team, and he begins to calm down and take a sip of his whiskey. As he shoves everything down his neck, his blonde hair falls backward. I can only sigh impatiently.
I get up because I'm done with this nonsense.
I finished the task. I glance at Helena and say, "Now, I want my freedom." She doesn't even look at me; instead, she concentrates on the hair strand in her hands. This infuriates me. The question "Are you deaf?"
Once more, she ignores me, so I move quickly when I take my blade out of my jeans and point it at her. I'm stopped before I can strike her in the eyes. I feel myself collapsing to the ground as a headache that shatters every square inch of my skull spreads through me and makes me experience anguish that I didn't know was even possible. They are staring at me with such intensity. I'm screaming because it never ends.
When she finally stops, I'm still screaming.
She says in a low voice, "Try that again, and next time, I'll blow your brains out," and I roll over on the ground, cursing witches, especially the one in front of me.
The promise of my independence, which I've been dreaming of for six years, was what this silver-haired witch used to entice me into her and this sicko Alpha's cunning grasps.
"We did not agree to this," I scream in frustration as my hair falls out everywhere, the strands tumbling down like never-ending waterfalls. "I finished the task, Helena. I followed your instructions exactly, both of you! I now desire what is mine.
Oh, quiet down. I want nothing more than to plunge my knife into Alex's throat as he screams at me. This scumbag. But even if I were quick enough to actually cut open his throat, I have no doubt Helena would put an immediate end to me. She is strong; I will grant her that. I also require her. The only one who can genuinely assist me is her.
"Since you nearly wrecked everything, the deal is off," Alex yells once again as he scatters the glass across the room. It instantly smashes and makes a loud noise.
"You guys said you would," I protest, becoming furious but unable to stand up since the effects of what Helena had just done a few seconds earlier have left me feeling lightheaded.
As he reclines back in his chair and laughs, Alex crosses his legs. He makes fun of me. I desire his death. I want him dead.
Since the first day I met him, I have never liked him. He is a lovely devil who, in my opinion, belongs in hell alone.
"There will be consequences if you don't give me what I want!" My cheeks begin to heat up as I caution, still furious. Alex never stops giggling and having fun.
What's your plan of action? Tell the Assassins to report me. I tensed up as I heard him laugh more and saw Helena's grin deepen. I shouldn't have put my faith in these two. A witch had my trust! The witch! You stupid, brave fool, Ava, you trusted a witch. You can see that they would do anything to possess you. Their leader is searching hard for his cherished little favorite. What benefits would I receive if I reported you? Or even better, I believe Maks would be quite eager to possess the greatest assassin in his pack's history.
I close my eyes as the treachery slowly but surely sets in, like a needle prick.
I'm helpless.
You have your life to lose, Ava; I don't. Don't test me. I choked as his words really hit home.
I was forced to join the Assassins when I was seventeen. The Assassins are a bandit group of seductive murderesses who are paid to seduce senior members of my pack, the Shadow Night Pack, and other packs in order to either murder or kidnap them. We are infamous and hazardous. In fact, Maks, the Alpha of our pack, has issued a "kill on sight" order to anyone who, by an extremely unlikely accident, discovers an assassin.
I never intended to follow them. I never chose this life, like many others, but when the Assassins pick you, that's it. I became an assassin after being picked at the age of seventeen. I am the greatest assassin who has ever lived, in addition to being an assassin. I've never missed a kill or a target, and up until lately, no one could stand in my way.
My teachers always advised the girls to look up to me. the person who was most revered within a murderous organization. However, the desire to escape the life I was compelled to live only grew stronger with each murder I committed. I detested being in charge, being made to perform tasks I didn't particularly enjoy, and seducing men who I found repulsive. Seductive assassination is entertaining, but I prefer to carry it out on my terms rather than those set by a group that won't even permit me to take a breath. I did everything I could to get out, but nothing was successful.
Up until the day Helena and I met.
She showed up where I was meant to finish-a restaurant-and informed me that she was in possession of the key to my release. In every pack I wanted to go in, she would give me a whole other persona. A different identity, a different existence, and a different appearance. I only had to entice an Alpha whom both she and her other Alpha companion intended to severely hurt.
When he dumped her, she was rejected, but when he injured Alex's sister, it infuriated him. I was supposedly going to be the key to getting the pair's revenge.
So I concurred. I've spent years of my life charming guys, so it wouldn't be difficult to seduce one more. or so I believed. Alpha Axel was as rigid as a pencil. He simply wasn't a man who would budge. The first man who refused to fall into my trap, no matter how carefully I attempted to set it up, For that, I despise him.
In the end, I failed to seduce him, but the job was completed nonetheless, and Alex was enraged. He wanted Axel to sleep with me. This was probably done to further inflame his sister's animosity toward Axel. Since then, there has been no sign of my release or Helena fulfilling her end of the bargain, and all I want is to slay this odd but iconic couple. I didn't come here to be tricked by two nasty chess players; I didn't give up my life as the greatest assassin ever. BeforeI ever have to endure that kind of humiliation, I'll murder both of them in cold blood.
I firmly state, "I want my freedom; that was our agreement," before standing up. My long hair is a disaster; it falls wild below my ass and gets everywhere when I stand up, threatening to obstruct my eyesight. This long woman's rapid growth is intolerable; I abhor her. I yanked her away.
I look at Helena, also known as Isadora, and she doesn't seem upset. "Our deal was that you take Axel to your bed and get him to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and Isadora over there will grant you your heart's desire," I say. You couldn't even get Axel to your door; forget about your bed! I'm interested in the group of clowns in that organization if you're the finest the Assassins have to offer.
"I don't know why he didn't fall for me," you say. I debate while feeling the sting of rejection, which is a concept that I find to be the most alien.
"You have a task to do! You stumbled. Isadora is no longer required to take any action on your behalf. Isadora won't keep up her end of the bargain if you don't keep up yours. Deal over, plain and easy," he says, crossing his legs in response. He then fills his glass with more whiskey and raises it in the air while saying, "Cheers."
My foot strikes the hardwood as I kick it.
You're welcome to stay in my small pack as long as you don't annoy me, but just so you don't go around saying Isadora and I were mean to you,
My mouth is gaping. Is he currently shitting on me?
He goes on: It's referred to as little pack hospitality. You large-pack people surely think this idea is strange.
Helena laughs. Are they making fun of me?
I turn to gaze at Helena after saying, "Fuck you," to Alex. It's "Fuck you both!"
I storm out of the room, slamming the door to my bedroom behind me, and they both laugh as if I were some horrible joke. I take off my boots and scream angrily into my pillow. I really despise Axel. To acquire all I've ever wanted, I only needed one night with the moron, but he messed that up. What should I do at this point? He was the first person to reject me in my entire life. That seriously bruised my pride.
I get out of bed, but because I sat on my hair, I unintentionally fall back into it. I cry out. I can't stand how long it is. I neglected to cut it because of the recent difficulties I've had. I detest how quickly it is growing. It's not enjoyable to manage hair that occasionally grows longer than your arms or that is as thick as wool. I often feel buried beneath it since it's so thick. It is the biggest nightmare to brush it. I find the entire workout to be unbearable.
I will wait for a pair of scissors to materialize as I stare at my long, straight, silky black hair. This hair was adored by the Assassins. It was supposedly my best-kept secret. I am opposed. In actuality, it's a physical liability, but for some reason that I will never understand, men seem to adore it.
Yet another reason to despise this sh*t.
I get up and walk over to the window. The sun is out and blazing brightly behind the trees at lunchtime. I detest compact packets very much. I despise these woods. Even if they make me want to shift and let loose my black wolf, I'm not in the mood right now.
I'm already annoyed when there's a knock on my door.
The question, "What is it?" Mason, Alex's beta, or, more accurately, goon, receives my yells, but all he does is toss me a newspaper and walk away.
I pick it up because I know how it's laid out. I took this newspaper out of my pack.
"ALPHA MAKS'S ADDRESS GIVES US HOPE THAT OUR FIGHT AGAINST THE ASSASSINS WILL YEILD AMAZING RESULTS SOON." I roll my eyes and push back my hair. What has that idiot Alpha to say right now? Every month, he conjures up some trite speech about how our pack is gradually defeating the assassins and that everyone should hold onto hope because Maks is making every effort to get rid of us.
Breaking news: He is not. Right now, the Assassins are more powerful than ever.
It's just a marketing ploy to keep people from criticizing him. Not that anyone would, considering how weak my pack members are and how Maks has the potential to be more lethal than all of the assassins together. He has even the Assassins running for cover. We all abide by the unspoken rule that getting caught by Maks is preferable to dying. In all honesty, there are those days when I'm unsure of who is worse: Maks, my Alpha, or the Assassins, my organization. Both are brutal evils in equal measure.
He's undoubtedly delivering his customary spiel about doing everything in his power to combat crime and violence.
The text causes my eyes to widen, and I have to read it aloud several times before I can begin to think. I cringe as I sit down. When I reread the newspaper's fine print, my fingers were still trembling.
"The Assassin Rose has been discovered thanks to the assistance of a fellow Alpha. She is exceedingly deadly and highly competent. I swear to you all that if somebody manages to murder her or capture her, you will receive a hefty prize from me. Alpha Maks.
"Damn them!" I scream. I sense my inner wolf and thwart his advances, yet he continually emerges. Jon is just another prick who dared to approach him with that blasted needle. Ophelia has left. I start to crawl into the dirt, letting my wolf come out and my shift take over. I bolt. Behind me, a hundred paws are striking the ground. I experience bursts of fire and anguish, yet everything is consumed by wrath. I awakened to see the light rising over the hills ahead of me. I blearily eye the orange disk. Is it dawning on you? I haven't let my wolf get to me since I was eighteen. "Alpha," croaks Jon's voice. Sticking to his bare, perspiring flesh are the filthy muck and forest debris. His lower face is covered in stubble, with dark circles under his eyes from weariness. He appears just as bad as I do. Ophelia. She's gone from me.
At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour. Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise." "Silly," he chuckles. "That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say. "You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues. I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too. I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.
"You ever brave enough to ask Emily out, wimp." I said back to Ivan. Mom clearly did not know about Ivan's liking toward Emily. She glared at Ivan and said "we'll talk about this later." "Good luck, she's angry you didn't tell her." I whispered to Ivan. He slightly pushed me, I laughed at him because his cheeks looked like a tomato. We reached the front of the Pack House. Everyone was lined up Alphabetically of their family name. Kat was still uneasy, she's been the most uneasy ever since I stepped out of the car. I still don't know what it is. Maybe She feels like danger is about to happen. How could any danger happen, we were a strong Pack. The Royal family was coming so that meant that we'd get help from them if a attack were to happen. Maybe I just really need to go on a run.
The werewolves had gained control of the earth long ago, and we humans had been reduced to their status as followers in the once-leading civilization. Although I was raised in this hierarchy, I still enjoy reading about the earlier eras when people were unaware of the species that now coexist peacefully with mankind. It seemed like a much better period to me and my father, who had inspired me to read. We humans were divided into packs at this point. My family was a member of the Crescent Moon pack for many generations, and just like the other humans, we were ranked lowest among the wolves in the group. entirely under the control of wolves. A similar set of laws was established by the government, although each pack had subtle variations based on the Alpha, the leader. Although it was claimed that we lacked a president or monarch to guide us all together, in a roundabout way, we did. The guy in charge of us all is none other than Alaricus Knight, also known as The Beast. Because of his immense power, no one would ever dare attempt to rebel against him. He was a recluse and was seldom seen. In my brief 17 years, I had never seen him myself. Even though the majority of people had never seen him, he had destroyed our lives because he had established a rule that could alter our course in life permanently. Werewolves have mates-soul mates, if you will-who they genuinely fall in love with at first sight or scent. Regardless of their relationship status, it is stated that a human can never deny a wolf their partner because a wolf cannot exist without their mate. It was said that the beast was close to 400 years old and had never had a partner. Nevertheless, he had destroyed everyone's life for something he had never even experienced. It was stated that he would never be able to have a partner since he was just too nasty and evil, and maybe that was true. Whoever could love the beast, after all?
Bianca's life takes a drastic turn when she's forced to work as a maid to the captivating mafia boss, Leonardo De Luca, to pay off her father's debt. As she navigates the intricate web of Leonardo's world, she's drawn into a complex dance of power, passion, and deception. Between serving coffee, attending college, and fighting off Leonardo's advances, Bianca must confront her own feelings and the reality of her situation. But as she becomes more entwined in the mafia's world, she realizes her heart is totally captivated. Will she find a way out, or forever be bound to the mafia?
For Amanda, a 24-year-old college student, it's only a one-night affair. Her mother is determined to use her infant father to improve their precarious situation after she sees him on the cover of a magazine labeled as a billionaire and a Casanova. A 26-year-old billionaire named Derek has had strong sexual desires ever since his encounter with Amanda. Having a baby is not at all important to him, and he has no interest in keeping a woman. He first denies knowing about Amanda's pregnancy until Amanda's mother threatens to ruin his reputation. Will Derek consent to the union? Will Amanda continue to be pregnant despite being rejected? Will she be able to handle it when he calls her names and tells her that he doesn't want her?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"