-HUDSON'S POV- The day had finally ended, and it was time to go upstairs to my mischievous mate. All-in-all, I called Alpha Valland who was very upset that Kelani acted out and trespassed on our territory like a rogue. Baldwin, an omega, was in fact Kelani's mate and she wanted to be with him. The controversy is that being an Alpha's daughter required of her to be with someone of a higher rank. So her parents wanted a rejection to be done. Kelani thinks that her best option was for her to join my pack. But her Alpha, who is also her dad, has to approve before I could allow her to be a pack member. I told Alpha Valland that Kelani can stay until they decided on the course of action to take. Kelani now understands that she is not my responsibility, neither do I have a say over her. If I kept her against her father's will, he could very well pull out of the alliance and start a war with me. Baldwin, the poor guy, is distraught that this is his misfortune. His fated mate is too powerf

-HUDSON'S POV- Slipping out of bed at noon was unacceptable. Shit! I was late for my meetings. Getting up from the bed gave me slight dizziness. Touching my neck proved that my mark was healed, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she had claimed me and Regis. I thought that more time was essential to figure out if we truly could have a happy future to look forward to before considering marking each other. My love blooms only for her but what if later down the line she needed more than a strap-on? What if I was forced to let another man make love to her in order to have her sexual appetite satiated? Do I dare ask her to tone down her kinkiness and settle for my limitation? Removing the strap-on, I washed it properly in the bathroom, then dried it thoroughly. I jumped into the shower with muddled thoughts. The sight of my dysfunctional cock made me feel less than a man. Cursed and broken without a way to end my misery. I sighed in despair. Today would be a day of desp

-PHOEBE'S POV- My body felt like a heavy log as I struggled to get out of bed. It was like I could not manage my own body weight. Jogging my memory about last night’s event produced a blank slate. Did I party too much? I must have been overly drunk and I bet that Fiona was to be blamed. My intrepid best friend. Focusing on my strength, I made it to the bathroom through the muscle aches and pain. The toothbrush felt like three tons of bricks. What the hell was wrong with me? With little energy, I brushed my teeth and showered, clinging to the walls and hoping not to fall. In forty minutes, I was done and dressed in brown yoga shorts with a cream T-shirt with capped sleeves before I wobbly trudged downstairs. To my surprise, Mom was sitting on the living room couch, sipping her tea and reading the morning's paper. “Look who is up,” Mom said sarcastically, looking up with her steely blue eyes from her paper with a grimace. Every time she turned her head, her black, precisely coiffed h

-PHOEBE’S POV- Since I left the FireBrick Pack, I have been sickly. It has been almost a month now and to my horror, the memories of the time that I spent there won’t return. Joana informed me about the training, shopping, and partying that we did but my mind remains pitch black. Werewolves didn’t get ill unless there was contact with silver, wolfsbane poisoning, or oleanders. After being checked at the hospital, there was one particular herb detected that witches used to induce memory loss. Mom had stormed to Alpha Terryl of our pack for him to seek an explanation from the Alpha Hudson of FireBrick regarding my sickness and amnesia. However, he says that there was no way to hold them accountable, especially since I returned on my own. Of course, Mom hit the roof and argued with our Alpha. She was blessed with a daring boldness, especially when it came to protecting her family. The lightheadedness kept me mostly at home. Mom checked in on me daily but hardly engaged with me about a

-PHOEBE'S POV-The room around me was different when my lazy eyes decided to open. Everything in the surroundings brought the awareness that I was not home. It was pretty classy and I liked the design. By using a dark navy blue color scheme, the architectural features generated a tranquil cave-like ambiance. Perhaps that was why I had fallen asleep.The space had a luxury aspect equal to that of a high-end European hotel room thanks to the heavy velvet curtains; white thermal drapes merged with the ottoman bench at the foot of the bed made of linen fabric and with foam padded seats and wooden legs.As much as I wanted to take in more of the room, my joints hurt as I shifted on the bed and my head pounded. Instinctively, my hand massaged my forehead.My throat was dry and sore. Why is this happening to me? I cried inwardly. Going home and being in the familiarity of my own room would be better suited for my circumstances.Suddenly, the door opened and footsteps moved closer to me. It wa