Being cheated on is the worst feeling ever. The betrayal, the heartbreak-it all comes crashing down like a ton of bricks. I couldn't keep it in any longer, so I called my best friend Kyrn. When I told her what had happened between me and Brett, her response was instant. Without hesitation, she dropped everything and came over straight away. That's the kind of friend she was, always there when I needed her most. I'd always told Kyrn that I wished I would find a person who would truly love me, someone who would value me for who I am and not just want sex all the time like most guys do. It felt like a distant dream, one that seemed impossible in a world where guys only seemed interested in one thing. But little did I know, tonight was going to change everything. Tonight was the night that my best friend and I were kidnapped from my house by sexy Greek god kidnappers. It all started so suddenly. One minute, Kyrn and I were sitting on the couch, talking about how stupid Brett had been and laughing through the pain, and the next, we were thrown into a whirlwind of panic. I never saw it coming. The door to my apartment was kicked open with a force that made the whole room shake, and before we could even react, we were grabbed, pulled from the couch, and forced into a dark van. The men who did it were tall, broad-shouldered, with chiseled features that belonged in a magazine. They were so handsome it almost made it worse-their looks made it feel like some twisted fantasy, but this wasn't a dream. No, this was real. As the van doors slammed shut behind us, I looked at Kyrn. She was just as confused and terrified as I was. Neither of us knew what to expect next, but one thing was clear: tonight was going to be unforgettable.
01
Sam
"Time out!" the umpire yelled, raising his arms high into the air.
I popped up from my crouch and jogged over to the pitcher's mound where my best friend Kyrn stood, hands on her hips, shoulders tense.
"Okay, Kyrn. You got this. The count is three-two. There are two outs and a runner on third base. One more strike, and we win the championships!" I said, doing my best to sound confident even though my heart was pounding just as hard as hers.
She gave me a nervous smile, her eyes darting around the field before landing on mine. "Thanks."
I flashed her a bright, encouraging grin. "Anytime."
After a quick fist bump, I sprinted back behind the plate and dropped into my crouch, settling into position. My glove was ready. I looked toward our coach, who stood just outside the dugout with his arms crossed and his signature focus locked on the field. He gave me the sign - inside ball. I nodded, subtly flashing the same signal to Kyrn.
She gave the faintest nod in return, took a deep breath, and wound up.
The ball soared from her hand like a bullet, perfectly inside. The batter swung and barely tipped it, sending it straight up into the sky. I yanked off my catcher's helmet and sprinted forward, tracking the ball.
"Mine!" Kyrn shouted, moving into position under the pop-up.
The first baseman and I flanked her just in case, ready to react if anything went wrong.
But Kyrn's glove snapped shut around the ball with a satisfying thud.
Cheers erupted instantly from the crowd.
"We won!" I screamed, launching myself at Kyrn. She caught me midair, staggering slightly but laughing with pure joy as she fought to keep us both from tumbling into the dirt.
"Northwestern High wins the championship! Northwestern High Wildcats are your 2013 softball champions!" the announcer boomed over the speakers.
All around us, our teammates rushed in, forming a chaotic circle of celebration in the middle of the diamond. There were hugs, high fives, tears, and laughter. The whole season-all the long practices, the freezing early mornings, the sunburns, and the bruises-had been leading up to this exact moment.
"Captains, would you like to do the honors?" one of our teammates called out, holding the big Gatorade jug with a mischievous smile.
Kyrn and I exchanged a look, grinning.
"Yes please," I said as I took the jug from her hands. It was heavier than it looked.
Together, we marched toward Coach, who saw us coming and immediately threw up his hands in mock horror.
"No-ladies-come on now-let's not do anything we'll regret-"
But it was too late.
In perfect sync, Kyrn and I dumped the entire icy, blue Gatorade all over him. He shouted, hopping away from the splash and shaking his head, soaked from head to toe.
The team burst out laughing. Even Coach couldn't help but laugh as he wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt.
"I'm really going to miss you two girls," he said after a moment, his voice softer.
I stepped forward and gave him a wet hug, despite the sticky Gatorade soaking my jersey. "Don't worry. I'm so coming back next season to help you coach."
"Me too. Duh!" Kyrn added, hugging him from the other side.
"Good," he said, pulling us both in closer despite the mess.
We shrieked as more of the Gatorade on his clothes transferred onto ours. But we didn't care.
That was the thing about moments like this - they didn't come around often, and when they did, you had to soak them in. Literally.
A familiar voice called my name over the chaos. I turned and saw my mom walking toward us with her purse over her shoulder and sunglasses perched on her head.
"Sam, Dad and I are leaving now for Italy, okay?"
"Same here, Kyrn," her mom said, catching up with my mom. "Now remember, we left the debit card at Sam's house along with your clothes. We'll be back in two months. Behave, you two."
"We will, Mother," Kyrn said with a practiced, sweet smile.
Once our moms left, Kyrn and I stood side by side watching the team celebrate, a quiet moment passing between us.
"You realize we have two months to ourselves, right?" I said, turning to her with a grin.
She smirked. "Oh, I realize."
Now, I know what you're thinking. Who in their right mind leaves two eighteen-year-old girls alone in a house for two whole months? Yeah, it sounds crazy-but my parents thought it was a good way to teach us responsibility before college. Like a real-life test drive of adulthood.
To be fair, it wasn't a totally reckless idea. We weren't exactly wild kids. Kyrn and I had always been the responsible ones in our friend group. Straight A's, varsity athletes, active in student council-you name it. If anyone could be trusted, it was us.
Still, the idea of being completely alone for that long was both thrilling and a little scary.
"It's going to be weird without them around," I admitted, walking with her toward the dugout to grab our stuff.
"Yeah, but kind of exciting too, right? Like, no curfews, no random check-ins. Just us," Kyrn said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"I know. And now we'll get a real feel for what it'll be like next year."
We still hadn't decided if we wanted to move out into an apartment near campus or stay home to save money. But living alone this summer was supposed to help us make that decision.
"Hey, want to stop and get milkshakes before we go home?" Kyrn asked as we stepped into the parking lot.
"Only if you're buying," I teased.
"With your mom's debit card?" she grinned, nudging me with her elbow.
We both laughed, the kind of laugh that made your stomach hurt in a good way.
As we loaded our gear into the back of my car, the sky began to shift into warm orange hues, signaling the start of summer-not just in weather, but in everything. A new chapter, a new adventure.
And it all started with one perfect pitch.
Lucia's heart pounded in her chest as she stood with her father, the Alpha, at the entrance of the Dark Moon Pack's territory. The air was thick with tension, a mixture of unease and defiance that could be felt in the pit of her stomach. She had heard the rumors-the whispered tales of dark deeds committed by the Dark Moon Pack, a pack that had earned its reputation as one of the most ruthless and merciless to exist. The murder of the child in the neighboring pack was still fresh in the minds of many, and now, she had no choice but to attend this gathering with her father, and the Alpha of their pack, to meet with the enemy. As they entered the heart of the Dark Moon territory, Lucia's eyes scanned the crowd. They were all so cold, their eyes calculating and predatory. But then her gaze fell on him. Tristan. The Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. His presence alone seemed to silence the world around him. His eyes-dark as midnight-locked with hers. A wave of shock slammed into her chest, so powerful it almost knocked the breath from her lungs. She had always imagined him to be everything the rumors said. Cruel. Cold-hearted. Vicious. But now, as their gazes held, Lucia felt something she couldn't explain-a pull, a connection so undeniable that it shook her to her core. Tristan's expression remained emotionless, but his eyes betrayed a hint of something deeper. Something... human. Despite everything she had heard about him, something inside Lucia whispered that there was more to Tristan. That underneath the cold exterior, a different side of him existed. One she was determined to uncover. Lucia couldn't help but take a step forward, her pulse quickening as she made the silent promise to herself that she would find out who Tristan truly was. She would unravel the mysteries of the Dark Moon Alpha, no matter the cost.
When you have two ruthless alphas right next to each other, things are bound to get heated. And when those alphas have the same fire in their veins-an unrelenting thirst for dominance and revenge-it's only a matter of time before sparks fly. Alpha Ace Winter had never known peace. At just sixteen, she was forced to take the reins of The Luna Pack after a brutal rogue attack that left her parents and her best friends' parents slaughtered. The night was stained with blood, and the scars ran deep. But she was no stranger to the darkness. She, Zylen, and Colby had rebuilt The Luna Pack from the ashes of their fallen families, clawing their way to the top to become one of the most feared packs in the United States. Ace's resolve had been forged in blood and fire, and she would never back down. Alpha Deacon knew that same pain all too well. His pack had been attacked by the same ruthless rogues, and like Ace, he had to rebuild-though his path had been much more ruthless. Where Ace relied on her sharp mind and unwavering determination, Deacon was fueled by an insatiable hunger for power. His pack had grown stronger, but his ambitions were limitless. The land next to him, The Luna Pack's territory, had always been tempting. And now, it was time to claim it. Deacon's plan was simple: Take it by force. The attack came swiftly, under the cover of darkness, but he quickly realized that the Luna Pack was not the weakling pack he had hoped for. No, Ace had not only grown her pack's strength-she had forged a deadly edge in herself. The battle was brutal. Each strike carried the weight of years of grief and a desire for vengeance that could not be quenched. But Deacon wasn't prepared for the ferocity of Ace's leadership. He didn't realize that messing with The Luna Pack meant he'd be stepping into a battle he wasn't prepared for. And by the time the first blood was spilled, he understood-he had just crossed a line that would cost him more than he could ever have imagined.
At the age of eighteen, walking through the woods with her pack, they don't expect to stumble upon the most feared pack of all, terrorizing another. The screams, growls, the scent of blood... everything is chaotic, brutal, violent. Their steps stop dead when they recognize the emblem on the dark jackets of the dominant wolves: the broken claw. No doubt about it. The Shadow Pack. And at its head, the alpha that everyone fears. As they prepare to intervene and help the attacked pack, ready to break the rules to defend the innocent, the alpha of the infamous pack approaches them. Slowly. With a confident, almost lazy stride, as if he had all the time in the world. The other wolves part to let him through. Theo Lupine is not known for his mercy, so when he walks straight past his own alpha to approach her, Josephine doesn't know what to do anymore. She feels her pack's eyes on her, questioning, even panicked. Why is he coming toward her? Why her? But Theo knows exactly what to do with Josephine. He stops so close that she can feel his breath on her skin, and his words fall like chains. "You don't have the right to run away," he growls, and I shoot him a glare. I want to slap him, scream, push him away. But I stay frozen. "Remember, you belong to me. You may hate me, but you can't leave." Around them, everything seems to fade away. No more forest. No more screams. Just this brutal truth that she still refuses to accept. But deep inside, part of her has known it all along. Theo Lupine is her fate. And the chains of fate are sometimes impossible to break.
I gasped in pain as my back hit the ground, my head bouncing off the floor right after it. Stars burst behind my eyes as the air whooshed from my lungs. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the unfamiliar room. Footsteps followed-slow, deliberate, and heavy. My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of where I was. Once the dots of light cleared from my vision, I realized the ceiling above me wasn't textured like the one in my dorm room. This place was different. Cold. Empty. Foreign. I barely had a second to breathe before hands grabbed my arms and yanked me up roughly. I whimpered, my body screaming in protest. My eyes squeezed shut just as my back hit the wall, his grip tightening. "You tried to leave," Markus growled, his voice low and dangerous. I trembled, unable to hide it even if I tried. "Please..." I whispered, my voice cracking. "I didn't mean-" His scent, a mix of pine and musk, overwhelmed me, reminding me all over again what he was-who he was. Alpha. And my mate. I didn't want this. At least, I didn't think I did. But then why did my body react the way it did when he was near? Why did my pulse skip when he looked at me, even like this? Markus leaned in closer, his nose brushing against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You're mine, Chey. You don't get to run from me." I clenched my fists at my sides, torn between fury and fear. "I have a boyfriend," I said through gritted teeth, barely holding back the emotion threatening to break through. His lips curled into a smirk. "Not for long." And in that moment, I knew-Markus wasn't letting me go. Not without a fight.
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