Beta Marcus The stench of fear permeates the air as I stride into the guest suite, my face a mask of polite indifference. The Plena Luna delegation stands at attention, their eyes wary as they take in my presence. I let my gaze sweep over them, lingering just long enough to make them uncomfortable before settling on their Alpha. Alpha Darius, once a formidable leader, now looks worn and haggard. His greying hair and the deep lines etched into his face speak of years of stress and worry. I feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at his diminished state. "Alpha Darius," I greet him, my voice smooth as silk. "I hope you're finding your accommodations satisfactory?" The old wolf nods stiffly. "They are... adequate, Beta Marcus. However, we've been waiting for quite some time to speak with Alpha Magnus again. When can we expect an audience?" I allow a small, sympathetic smile to play across my lips. "I'm afraid Alpha Magnus is... indisposed at the moment. I'm sure you can understand, giv
Beta Marcus The air in my office grows thick with tension as Johnson stares at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. I can see it in his gaze, that fleeting thought he's trying desperately to hide - he thinks I've lost my mind. But I don't care. Hatred has consumed me, burning away any semblance of reason or caution. "Listen carefully, Johnson," I snarl, my voice low and dangerous. "You are to organize a team of ten warriors. The best we have. Send them to Garnet City. Their mission is simple - find the wolfless bitch and drag her back here. Alive or dead, I don't care. But I want her found." Johnson's facade of military stoicism cracks. His eyes grow wide, and he bursts out in agitation, "Beta Marcus, that's... that's a suicide mission! It would be unwise to-" "Unwise?" I cut him off, my voice dripping with contempt. "Since when do you presume to decide what's wise or unwise for this pack?" He swallows hard but presses on. "Sir, how can we risk ten of our best warriors just to.
Beta Marcus I continue to pace, my mind working furiously. This pack, it seems, will not help me. Just a pack of spineless cowards, the lot of them. But I won't let their weakness stop me. I can't. The need for vengeance burns too strongly, an all-consuming fire that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don't act. I stop abruptly as a thought strikes me. My eyes narrow, a plan beginning to form in the depths of my twisted mind. Yes... if this pack won't help me, I'll find someone who will. Someone who doesn't shy away from the dirty work, someone who give me the sweet taste of revenge. I turn towards my phone, my hand reaching out. The device sits innocently on my desk, unaware of the dark plans it's about to be used for. As my fingers close around it, a grim smile spreads across my face. The fates, the universe- whoever it is, may think they've stopped me, but they've only delayed the inevitable. One way or another, Diana will pay for what she's done to me. And when she does
Beta Marcus He cuts me off, his voice sharp. "No amount of money is enough for me to trespass on that lunatic's territory. One has to be alive to enjoy money, you know. There's no point in getting paid if I'm just going to die right after. I quite enjoy my life as it is, thank you very much." Agitation claws at me. I can feel my chance for revenge slipping away. "You don't even have to do it yourself," I argue. "Send some of your men." He scoffs. "That won't work. I'm not like an Alpha who can physically command his pack mates to do his bidding. There's no bond between me and my men, no trust or love. We're all selfish, hardened criminals, together purely for mutual benefit. I keep them in line with rewards and fear, but no amount of fear or money can make men like these walk willingly to their deaths." His voice takes on a mocking edge again. "I have a reputation to maintain, you know. If I start giving out missions that are guaranteed death sentences, my men would stop liste
Diana"You're WHAT?!" Ellen's voice rises an octave, her eyes widening in shock.Beside her, Claudia's jaw drops, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by stunned disbelief. "Moving in with that Dominicus? Already?"I shift uncomfortably under their intense gazes, suddenly feeling like I'm under interrogation. I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain."I know it seems fast," I begin, my voice soft but steady. "But it feels right. Dominicus and I... we have a connection that's hard to explain."Ellen, her kind face creased with concern, places a gentle hand on my arm. "Diana, honey, are you sure about this? You've only known each other for a few months. I know he has been nothing but sweet, what with him courting you properly and all… but still…that's not a lot of time to really get to know someone."Claudia nods vigorously, her blonde ponytail swaying with the motion. "Ellen's right, Di. I mean, he's dreamy and all, but moving in together? That's a big step. Are yo
Diana When I wake up the next morning, as I blink away the remnants of sleep, a splash of color catches my eye. There, on my bedside table, sits a delicate lilac-colored flower, its petals still dewy with morning freshness. A smile tugs at my lips as I reach out to pluck the blossom from its resting place. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale deeply, savoring its sweet, subtle fragrance. The thought of him leaving this tender token of his affection, fills me with a warmth that spreads from my chest to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Rising from my bed, I pad over to where the flower vase stands proudly and add this morning's flower to the bouquet, marveling at how they've gradually transformed into a lush, fragrant display. As I gaze at the flowers, my mind drifts to the day ahead. Excitement bubbles up within me at the thought of spending time with Claudia. It's a novel feeling, this anticipation of a day filled with feminine camaraderie and new experiences. A knock at my doo
Diana I stand frozen, staring at the impressive facade of Claudia's home, my mind struggling to reconcile this grand house with my bubbly, down-to-earth friend who works alongside me at the diner. The question, ‘If you're rich, why are you working at the diner?’ almost tumbles out but I quickly stop it. What if just like I told Dominicus, she’s working because she enjoys it? The question is an instinctive reaction to what I’m used to. Back at the pack, you would never find high ranking wolves doing such menial jobs. It was beneath them. However, I remind myself that this is not my Pack. And Claudia is not an stuck up, arrogant higher ranking wolf. Claudia's usual effervescent demeanor falters for a moment. She looks away, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features before she meets my gaze again. "I'm not rich," she says, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "My parents are." The weight in her tone tells me there's more to the story, but I can sense her reluctance to discuss
Diana As I step into the walk-in closet, my breath catches in my throat. The space before me is nothing short of magnificent, a room that could easily grace the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. The closet stretches out, seemingly endless, divided neatly into two sections - his and hers. My eyes roam over the rows of designer clothes, each piece more beautiful than the last. Silk blouses, tailored suits, flowing dresses in every color imaginable. The shoe collection alone is enough to make my head spin - elegant heels, comfortable flats, and sturdy boots, all arranged in perfect order. In the center of the room stands an island, its surface gleaming under the soft lighting. As I approach, I realize it's filled with jewelry - delicate necklaces, sparkling earrings, and watches that probably cost more than I've ever earned in my life. I pace slowly by the cabinets, my fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of the clothes. The textures are rich and varied - soft cashmere, crisp
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