The room suddenly felt colder, like the air had been sucked out. My heart started pounding in my chest as the cook went on, clearly unaware of my discomfort.
“Such a painful way to go… I just pray the Moon Goddess brings justice.”
I nodded stiffly, not trusting myself to speak. My lips were dry. My stomach churned. Beheaded… That’s what the triplets saw?
How could Alpha Damien do that? And his witch? Whose body did they use? How did they make it look like me?
And then it hit me.
What if it was Rebecca? The real owner of this face.
My hand flew to my mouth as nausea rose in my throat.
Did they… kill her?
Did they murder her just to make me disappear in the eyes of the world?
No. No, no.
I could feel the walls closing in on me. I couldn’t stay there a second longer.
“I… I need to lie down,” I said quickly, turning away before the cook could ask anything more.
I hurried out of the kitchen, my hands trembling, my chest tight.
The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed onto the floor.
Tears burned my eyes, but I couldn’t even cry properly.
So this was it?
This was how Alpha Damien planned to keep me hidden? By killing someone… and putting her headless body in my place?
I was trying to control my breath… to stop myself from thinking about it when suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and I perked up to see Alpha Damien step in, his expression unreadable.
I swallowed hard, wiping at the corners of my eyes quickly before standing to my feet.
He looked around the room briefly, then locked eyes with me. “We have to leave,” he said firmly.
Iblinked, confused. “Leave?”
He stepped closer, voice calm but tense. “The Head Council election is in three weeks. My spies tell me that a few of the candidates running against me are getting desperate. They’re planning something stupid. Dangerous.”
“What kind of dangerous?” I asked slowly, fear rising in my chest.
He sighed. “They’re planning an attack. A bombing. On this pack.” My eyes widened.
“Not because of the pack itself,” he continued. “But because of me. They want to take me out. Eliminate me before the election. They think it will give them a better chance.”
He paced once, then looked at me seriously. “I can’t risk staying here anymore. Not just for my safety-but for the people who live under me. They don’t deserve to caught in the crossfire.”
I stared at him, still struggling to understand what he was saying.
“We’re leaving,” he repeated. “Pack your things.”
I swallowed hard, “Leaving where?”
He looked at me, his eyes dark and full of impatience.
“To a pack bigger than mine. A pack more powerful. A pack they won’t dare touch. One whose name alone keeps enemies from breathing too loud.”
I didn’t breathe.
“Where?” I whispered, though I already knew.
He exhaled slowly.
“A pack every other Alpha fears attacking”
My heart pounded.
“A pack so strong, even the thought of attacking it would be suicide.”
Then he looked me dead in the eye.
“We’re going to the Full Moon Pack.” 2
The long awaited or perhaps short lived reunion is about to happen
Sugarlitics
Creator’s Thou
Louis’ POV
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating. Endless silence.
The kind that presses down on your chest and makes it nearly impossible to breathe.
I glanced around the room at my brothers. They were both here… but barely.
Lennox sat slumped on the couch, eyes blank, staring into nothing. His hands rested uselessly in his lap, his expression hollow. Like life had been drained from him.
Levi was lying on the bed, his eyes locked on the ceiling. He hadn’t spoken much today… or yesterday.
And me?
I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, knees up, head resting on my arm. Just… blanking out.
It had been three days.
Three days since we found Olivia’s body.
Three days since our world shattered.
We had no clue who did it. We sent trackers everywhere, across all borders. Hoped for something-anything-that could lead us to the one responsible.
But everything came back empty.
Whoever did this… was good. Smart. Careful.
Clean.
And no matter how much pain we were in, we were still struggling with one thing-w didn’t believe it.
That body… headless, lifeless…
Could that really be Olivia?
Especially Lennox.
One moment he would be mourning, crying like his world had ended… and the next, he’d snap up, yelling, “That’s not her! That’s not Olivia!”
None of us wanted to accept it. And deep down, we couldn’t.
Even with all the signs. All the proof.
Still, we needed more.
We decided to do a DNA test. Just to make sure.
We took a strand of hair from the headless body. And another from Olivia’s old hairbrush. Sent it to the best lab we knew.
The results came in.
A perfect match.
It was Olivia.
She was gone.
Another brutal confirmation that she really was gone.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips. Lennox stood up then, punched the wall, then sank to his knees.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.