Love Unbreakable
Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Woke Up Married
The CEO's Runaway Wife
Moonlit Desires: The CEO’s Daring Proposal
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1
Sarah Warmwood P.0.V
As the Alpha Female of the pack, my sixteenth birthday arrived with excitement through the halls of our school. The faces that surrounded me whispered happy wishes, acknowledging my day. The title came with its perks, and everyone treated me with a warmth out of fear from my bloodline.
Friends, whether they were the betas and deltas or the less esteemed omegas, zetas, and epsilons, formed the tapestry of my social circle. I despised the hierarchical divisions that came
with ranks, opting instead to appreciate friendships beyond the constraints of Societal norms.
The night unfolded with my father, Nathan, the current alpha of our pack,orchestrating a grand celebration in orchestrating a grand celebration in
my honour. Loupe Lycan, our pack, was abuzz with anticipation for the party, and I shared the excitement, hoping that amidst the revelry, I might finally encounter my mate.
Dutifully, I participated in the social dance ritual, twirling and stepping in time with every eligible male present. However, the strain on my feet became undeniable. "Umm, I just need a
momentary pause, my apologies," I expressed to my dance partner. He responded with a smile, sealing the pause with a tender kiss on the back of
my hand, causing a flush of crimson to colour my cheeks.
Desiring a breath of fresh air, I stepped outside the pack house. A concerned a friend, Zara, intercepted me. "Hey, going somewhere?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Just need some fresh air. Don't fret," I reassured her, setting out with a silent determination.
Wandering into the woods, a routine for werewolves like us, I found solace in the embrace nature. Clad in an alluring, flowing red dress - my favoured colours being black, red, and white - the night held the promise of enchantment and mystery.
Deeper into the woods I ventured, the cool breeze launching its assault on my flesh, causing my dress and hair to dance behind me like untamed spirits. The allure of the wild called to me, and
with a rebellious spirit, I discarded my stiletto heels, relishing the sensation of mud embracing my bare feet. I wasn't one to shy away from the primal touch of nature -I was a fighter through and
through.
Far from the typical prep, my wardrobe usually leaned towards the rebellious side with an affnity for all-black attire and skinny jeans. Yet, on this particular day, I found myself draped in an enormous dress, a choice enforced by my family. Their reasoning? "You're a female, darling. Do you want your mate to mistake you for a man?"
I chuckled at the absurdity of the thought. Imagining a straight guy discovering his mate is a man and suddenly grappling with an unexpected
twist of sexuality. The sheer mental image was enough to provoke laughter and sympathy.
My journey led me to a waterfall stream, a haven I frequented in times of joy, sorrow, or frustration. The place where I unravelled my thoughts and emotions, settling on the green meadow, feeling the grass beneath my palms.
Beneath the stars and moon, I attempted the futile task of counting the stars, only to abandon the effort in favour of simply relishing the dark blue expanse of the night sky. With my eyes closed, I allowed myself to exhale, the tension of the day
dissipating with each breath. The tranquillity of the moment shattered when the snap of a twig reached my ears. In an instant, I, along with the wolf within me, snapped to attention, attuned to the rustle of leaves and the subtle shifts in the forest. My senses heightened, I sniffed the air, listened to the subtle sounds, felt the energy around me, and observed the shadows.