Diana But then, a small voice in the back of my mind speaks up, defiant against the tide of fear threatening to overwhelm me. "Yeah! He killed those men. To PROTECT you!" I pause, caught off guard by this thought. It's true, isn't it though? He saved me that day. And hasn't he been kind and gentle with me ever since, in both his wolf and human forms? My mind drifts to the early days, his initial hostility when he first came to the diner, his aggression when I tried to run away. But those memories are quickly overshadowed by countless acts of kindness. The way he takes care of me, ensures my comfort, protects me. "You're overthinking this," I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. "He's been nothing but good to you." But my mind, ever the pessimist, refuses to let go. The history books are clear as day, it argues. He's a monster, a killer. You can't trust him. My heart, however, rebels against this notion. He is my mate, it insists. He has shown me nothing but kindness
Diana He was trying to tell me he loves me? The realization hits me like a physical blow, and suddenly I can't breathe. Guilt washes over me like a tide, threatening to drown me. How could I have doubted him, even for a moment? With shaking hands, I reach up and gently remove the flower from my hair. I stare at it, its delicate petals suddenly blurring as tears fill my eyes. This isn't just any flower. This is the same type of flower I've been receiving every morning and every night since that misunderstanding, since I treated him so terribly. The memory of the vase in our bedroom flashes through my mind. Always full of these lilacs, even as some wither and are replaced. A constant, silent declaration of his feelings. My chest tightens, and I struggle to draw breath. I feel like the worst person on earth. How could I have ever doubted this man? This man who has shown me nothing but kindness, who has protected me, cared for me... loved me. The flower in my hand becomes a testament
Diana Despite his outward ordinariness, my instincts scream at me to retreat and I find myself taking an involuntary step back, my heart racing. But then the man looks up, his eyes brightening as they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, revealing perfect white teeth. And I know it’s too late. I can't just walk away now. So, chiding myself for being overly paranoid, I force a bright smile onto my face and close the remaining distance to his table. I'm probably just overthinking things, I tell myself. He’s just an ordinary human, not some werewolf chasing me down trying to cash in on the bounty. He poses no danger to me, especially not in this crowded diner. I’m probably just still shaken from my earlier emotional breakdown. I pull out my notepad and pen from my apron pocket, falling into the familiar routine. "Hello, welcome to Ellen's. What can I get for you today?" My voice sounds steadier than I feel, a small victory. "Hello," he replies, his voice soft and pleasant. H
DianaI nod again, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. My heart pounds in my chest as I turn towards the diner's front door, each step feeling like I'm wading through molasses. As I scan the room, my eyes lock onto another man, dressed as casually as any other patron, but the hardness in his gaze betrays his true nature. He's watching me, hawk-like, ready to pounce at the slightest misstep.Ellen looks up from behind the counter, her usual warm smile faltering as she takes in my appearance. "Diana, honey? You look awful pale. Are you feeling alright?"For a moment, I'm tempted to scream, to tell Ellen everything and beg for help. But the image of Billy, battered and bloody, flashes through my mind. I don't know what these people- these humans- are capable of, but I do know THAT man, and what he can do. I can't risk Ellen's safety. She's just a kind old woman who's shown me nothing but kindness. I can't bear the thought of her getting hurt because of me.Swallowing hard, I force dow
Diana The monster from my nightmares, stands before me in the flesh. As my eyes lock onto Beta Marcus's face, a tsunami of emotions crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its intensity. The sight of that familiar sickening smirk, the cold cruelty in his face, catapults me back to that horrifying day. My body remembers what my mind has tried so hard to forget – his bruising grip, the sickening feel of his breath on my skin, the paralyzing terror as I realized what he intended to do. A violent shudder runs through me, and I fight the urge to vomit. The phantom sensations of his hands on me make my skin crawl, and I want nothing more than to scrub myself raw, to somehow erase the memory of his touch. The fear I felt then comes rushing back, magnified tenfold by the knowledge that this time, there might be no escape. But beneath the fear, a spark of fury ignites. How dare he? How dare he hunt me down, terrorize me, hurt the people I care about? The injustice of it all – that I sh
Diana "...So, I hear you've got yourself a sugar daddy now?" His words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless. Sugar daddy? The shock must show on my face because Marcus's grin widens, becoming even more predatory. It takes me a moment to realize he's talking about Dominicus. He knows I'm in a relationship, but he doesn't know who with. He thinks it's with a human? "I always knew there was something off about you, Diana," Marcus continues, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even when you were a kid. Always seeking attention, weren't you? I bet you've been trying to seduce men since then. Why else would I have been so drawn to you? It's not my fault – you were the one doing the seducing." I can't believe what I'm hearing. My mind reels, struggling to process his words. He's actually blaming me for his own actions? He tried to assault me, and now he's saying it was my fault? "That's not true," I manage to say, shaking my head. "I never-" But Marcus cuts me off, his voic
Dominicus I pause mid-stride, a sudden unease washing over me. It's as if my skin has shrunk, constricting around my muscles and bones, making every movement uncomfortable. The sensation is familiar yet inexplicable, a restlessness that sets my nerves on edge. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. It's just the wolf, I tell myself. The curse that's been my constant companion for centuries, the feral beast that lurks beneath my skin. It's not unusual for these feelings to surface, especially when I've been away from Diana for a while. Diana. Just the thought of her name brings a measure of calm. She's my anchor, the one who soothes the savage beast within me. Part of me wants to go to her right now, to bask in her presence and let her gentle touch chase away this discomfort. But I know she's at work, and I don't want to distract her. It's only a few more hours until her shift ends, I remind myself. I can wait. The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my th
Diana One moment, I'm struggling against the iron grip of my captor, fear and despair threatening to overwhelm me. The next, the world erupts into chaos. A bone-chilling howl splits the air, and suddenly, there's movement everywhere. My eyes can barely keep up with the dark blur that tears through the clearing like a force of nature. Bodies fall left and right, some in pieces, others thrown aside like ragdolls. The air fills with screams of terror and the sickening sounds of flesh being rent apart. It's all happening so fast, yet time seems to stretch into an eternity. My senses are overwhelmed - the metallic tang of blood in the air, the rapid-fire of gunshots that seem to have no effect on the blur of destruction, the desperate cries of men realizing their doom is upon them. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that it's Dominicus. My mate. My protector. The Feral Alpha in all his terrifying glory. The man holding me begins to shake violently, his grip on my arm loosening as
Diana“Shut her up.”Without hesitation, the closest Amadeus warrior steps forward. He’s quick, efficient—there’s no mercy in his movements. Lyra is knocked out cold in one fluid motion. The room falls into an eerie silence as she crumples to the ground, unconscious.Finally, it’s quiet.The Zervos wolves, watching from the sidelines, collectively suck in a sharp breath as they stare at the Amadeus wolf in horror. He had just being knocked out an Alpha wolf.Dominicus’ voice comes again, calm but commanding. “Brodik.”Brodik stands straight, his eyes shining with devotion as he responds, “Yes, Alpha?”“Have them escorted back to the Council Headquarters. I’ll deal with them personally.” Dom’s words are deliberate. “You will personally bring my mate back home. Do you understand?”“Yes, Alpha,” Brodik replies, his tone respectful but firm.There’s a brief moment of silence before Dominicus speaks again. “And you,” he says with a sharpness that commands attention, “The Council will be un
Diana FLASHBACK CONTINUES All these years, the Council warriors, the ones with the power to command any pack, were once part of the Amadeus pack. When the tragedy struck the Amadeus pack 83 years ago, those wolves weren’t there because they had long been removed from the pack. They were in the Council’s headquarters, far from the carnage. No one knew about them. The world had forgotten that the blood of the Amadeus pack still ran through the veins of the Council warriors. We sit in stunned silence for a long moment before Billy breaks it. “So that’s why you said Diana should go ‘because’ the Council is going to be there. As long as the Council warriors are there, Diana as your mate is perfectly safe.” Dominicus nods, his gaze distant. “Yes.” I’m processing everything that Dominicus has just revealed, but then something strikes me, and I can’t help but ask with a touch of uncertainty. “Wait—if the bond wasn’t severed, just suspended, does that mean you, as the current Alpha
DianaFlashback“What?!” Billy and I scream in unison, staring wide-eyed at Dominicus.“Council warriors are actually Amadeus pack wolves?!” I exclaim?Billy and I exchange a glance, both of us utterly shocked by this revelation.Dominicus sighs, his expression unreadable. “Technically, they can be regarded as distant relations.”I blink, my confusion only deepening. “How? How is that even possible?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly as I try to comprehend what he’s implying. “Didn’t all the Amadeus pack wolves die in the tragedy?” I can’t help but ask, my words almost a whisper, as the weight of it sinks in.He himself told me that how his entire pack was wiped out. How is it possible that there are still Amadeus wolves out there now?He exhales, nodding slightly as he begins his explanation. “Long ago—centuries ago—long before even my grandfather was born, the Amadeus pack played a critical role in the creation of the Werewolf Council. The first Council was made up of the wisest Alph
DianaA slow smile spreads across my face. “It seems it’s time for a history lesson,” I say, my voice playful.I bring my gaze back to Fendel who is looking at me in clear desperation, and smirk. But rather than answer, I ask him a question instead.“The first generation of Council Warriors that made up the Council Army… where did they come from?”“What?” he asks in confusion. The Elders look at each other in confusion and trepidation. It’s clear that they don’t know.Only one Elder’s eyes widen in realization. The oldest of the bunch.I point to Elder Thomas who almost crumples to the ground if not for his walking stick supporting him. “I guess being old has its perks”.I then turn to the rest, and continue, my coming out lighthearted. “But for the rest of you and everyone else here, I’ll explain… There are currently nine Elders on the Council. All Alpha wolves, each one from a different pack, who retired as reigning Alphas.”My eyes run over them, “So, if the Council warriors obey
Diana“Brodik,” Dominicus calls the name, his voice calm.Brodik practically shivers before quickly stepping forward. “I’m here,” Brodik replies, the rawness in his voice betraying the calm tone.“Are the rest all there?” he asks.Brodik’s eyes start to brighten. He doesn’t hide his excitement, his voice full of energy as he answers, “They’re mostly here. A few left behind.”Fendel’s eyes grow wide, his shock evident as he screams out, “Brodik? What are you doing?”But still, there’s no answer from the Council Chief Warrior.Dominicus hums on the other end of the line, his tone casual. “No matter, I’ll settle them all later.”Brodik’s eyes are so bright now, they might as well be filled with stars. The excitement and eagerness are impossible to ignore. He answers with a single word, “Yes.”Now they know for sure that something is wrong. The Elders all look at Brodik in horror. They turn to look at the rest of the army just to see that they’re all in relatively the same condition as B
Diana Brodik expressionless, looks down, but doesn’t respond. Fendel doesn’t seem to notice. My gaze sweeps across the sea of Council Warriors. I take a deep breath, steadying myself in the midst of this suffocating tension. I then draw on every ounce of power I have left and let my Alpha voice ripple through the air. “Stay right where you are. Drop your weapons and no one moves”. I issue the command towards Council Warriors. My voice is piercing, strong, and undeniable. I hold my breath, waiting. Silence fills the space for a long moment, thick with anticipation. However, nothing happens. Instead of the usual obedience, the command just seems to wash over them, dissipating into the air. Not one of them even flinches. Suddenly, the Elders burst out into laughter, the sound cruel and mocking. Elder Lyra, unable to hold back her amusement, sneers, “Don’t be daft, girl. Just because you managed to order those Zervos wolves doesn’t mean you can control the Council war
DianaMagnus’s shoulders hunch as the weight of it all hits him. His legs nearly faltering beneath him. I’m guessing he had somehow been consoling himself with the fact that though the Council had changed their minds and decided to kill, they had also sent the Army there to kill Dominicus. And in his mind, all he had to do was save me, and everything would still go as planned. Dominicus would be dead and the bond between us would grow back and reconnect.But now, not only is Dominicus obviously safe and sound back home. But the Army is here instead, meaning he couldn’t save me even if he wanted.He understands now. He’s been thoroughly played.Fendel then address Brodik, however, he makes sure to keep his gaze on me, his eyes never leaving my face, “Where is Dominicus Amadeus now?” he asks, his tone casual.Brodik responds promptly, his voice cool and measured, “The man stationed there reported back that the Alpha hasn’t left his territory.”“So he’s still in there now?” Fendel asks.
Diana The earth rumbles beneath our feet, a low vibration that starts slowly but grows with intensity. Everyone pauses, their eyes darting around in confusion and trepidation. The noise builds, a deep, ominous rumble that seems to come from all directions. It grows louder, the sound of it vibrating through the earth itself. My eyes narrow, my senses sharpening. I can feel the air shift- something is coming. Fendel stands still, looking smug, as if he’s anticipating something. The sound grows louder—footsteps—heavy, deliberate. The sound of hundreds of boots marching in unison. The noise draws closer, and the ground shakes with each passing second. And then—suddenly—they appear. From all around us, figures emerge. They’re clad in black soft armor, sleek and menacing, each one carrying an array of weapons strapped to their bodies. They move with military precision, their movements sharp and fluid. Hundreds of them. Maybe more. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. Their presence
Diana For a moment, the entire place is silent as a graveyard. And then- Elder Lyra, her face drained of color, screams. “Impossible!” She sounds like she’s on the verge of losing control. “No Alpha is able to use the command on a wolf that does not belong to their pack!” I shrug nonchalantly. “Well, Alpha Magnus here was being all dazed and shit, so I had to do it myself.” She screams again, this time in fury, “Stop this rubbish and answer me!” she demands, but I just shrug with a smile. The air is thick with disbelief. The wolves and Elders stare at me, wide-eyed, as though they’ve just seen a monster come to life. “Who the hell are you?” Elder Lyra demands, her voice trembling with disbelief. “What pack did you come from?” All eyes are on me. They all know I was raised in the Zervos pack, but for me to have this kind of power, they all now understand that my bloodline must come from an Alpha of another pack. I shrug, my face casual. “Beats me.” But inside, I’m closely watc