Chapter-1
Chapter-1
As Bela entered her cell, Jessie's helplessness was palpable. Bound by ropes, she faced her tormentor, tears staining her cheeks. Bela's laughter filled the air, a twisted symphony of malice as she reveled in Jessie's pain.
"Oh, Jessie," Bella sneered, mockery dripping from her voice. "Crying like a pathetic little baby. Do you really think anyone cares about you and your sorry existence?"
Bella's insults cut deep, sinking Jessie's heart. Yet, she refused to let them define her.
Bella leaned in closer, relishing every moment of torment. "You see, Jessie, you were always disappointing. While I'm completely opposite, you were simply hidden away, an unwanted burden. Your tears are proof of how insignificant you truly are."
She asked while pressing her cheeks.
Bella's harsh words hurt Jessie deeply, fueling her self-doubt. She fought back tears, gritting her teeth in frustration.
With a trembling voice, Jessie retorted, "Today is my wedding, and after today, I will become Luna of this pack. I will lead with strength and grace, and you will watch as I thrive."
But Bella wasn’t finished. Her fingers dug into Jessie’s cheeks, the pressure causing a sharp ache to radiate through her jaw. Tears welled up in Jessie’s eyes, a mixture of physical pain and emotional turmoil washing over her.
With a voice filled with malice, Bella sneered, "You know what, Jessie? I’ll never let you die. You will live in this cell for all eternity, while I enjoy my life with my mate and pups. You will never know love, never find happiness. Each day will be a torment of loneliness and self-hatred, a life void of any joy. You will beg the moon goddess to end your pathetic existence, but I will never allow you the release of death."
Jessie’s chest tightened at the thought of such a bleak existence. The image of endless solitude and despair painted by Bella’s words haunted her, sending shivers down her spine. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of fear and sorrow clouding her vision. She shook her head, the mere thought of such a fate was unbearable to contemplate.
In the world of werewolves, finding one’s destined mate was everything. It is the completion of one’s soul, the key to true happiness and fulfilment. And Jessie knew that without her mate, her life would indeed feel empty and meaningless. The prospect of being condemned to eternal loneliness without the possibility of finding love was a fate worse than death.
"Okay, baby, I know you were imagining your future, so keep dreaming. I’ll go and enjoy my time with my future Alpha."
With a shaky voice full of anguish, Jessie cried out, "Bella, please! I beg you, please don’t do this to me. Why do you hate me?"
Jessie fell to her knees at Bella’s feet, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded for mercy. Her voice cracked with emotion as she begged Bella to release her. But Bella’s heart remained cold, unmoved by Jessie’s cries for compassion.
With a swift and callous move, Bella kicked Jessie in the face, the force of the blow sending shockwaves of pain through her fragile frame. The physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional agony that consumed Jessie as Bella callously left her behind, broken and alone.
As Jessie cried, her sobs filled the dimly lit cell, echoing off the walls. The sound was eerie and haunting, revealing the depths of her distress. Then, suddenly, an alarm blared, jarring Jessie out of her misery. She knew the alarm only sounded in times of danger, sending confusion and fear coursing through her.
In a matter of minutes, two shadows emerged, drawing closer to Jessie. She felt a mix of confusion and fear until she realised they were Mary and her younger brother Niko. The sight of familiar faces brought a rush of relief, temporarily lifting the weight of uncertainty from Jessie’s shoulders.
Mary and Niko quickly broke the lock on the cell, their actions were hurried and desperate. Upon entering, Mary’s eyes welled with tears at the sight of Jessie’s distress. In turn, Jessie cried at the reunion with her dear friend and younger brother. They embraced tightly, tears mingling as they clung to each other for comfort.
After a moment, Mary and Niko focused on releasing Jessie from her restraints. With determination in her voice, Mary urged Jessie, "Hurry up, Jessie. The pack is under attack. We need to escape quickly." The urgency of the situation spurred their actions. A silent vow passed between them that they would escape danger and face the threat together.
When Mary revealed that the Dark Fang Pack was attacking, Jessie’s emotions were torn between tension and relief. The chance of escape brought a glimmer of hope, but the realisation of the danger they faced sent a shiver down her spine.
“Who’s attacking, Mary?” Jessie asked, her voice tinged with worry.
“It’s the Dark Fang Pack, Jessie,” Mary responded, causing Jessie’s breath to catch in her throat. The name sent a wave of fear through her, for the Dark Fang Pack was known for its ruthless and powerful Lycans. The infamous Lycan Twins were a force to be reckoned with in the supernatural community.
Jessie knew the cruel fate that awaited any pack they attacked. The Dark Fang Pack enslaved their victims, subjecting them to endless torture and cruelty. The mere thought of becoming a slave in her own pack filled Jessie with dread.
The relief Jessie had felt at the prospect of escape evaporated at the mention of the Dark Fang Pack. Even if they managed to escape, the chances of eluding the Lycan Kings and their relentless pursuit were slim.
The ropes on Jessie's wrists snapped with a satisfying thud. Relief washed over her face, quickly replaced by a wave of dizziness. Her legs wobbled like jelly beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Marry, ever the quick thinker, slipped a hand under Jessie's arm, steadying her.
Without a word, they both turned and bolted. Fear hammered in Jessie's chest, a frantic drumbeat urging them onward. They burst out of the cell entrance, a rush of cool night air whipping at their faces. The full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the world around them.
Ahead, the dark jungle beckoned, a promise of unknown dangers. But it was their only hope. As they raced towards the treeline, Jessie stole a glance back. Her heart lurched. Several of the villagers, their eyes glowing red with a feral hunger, were contorting and twisting, transforming into monstrous werewolves.
Panic clawed at Jessie's throat. Unlike Marry, who was already starting to sprout fur and fangs, Jessie felt utterly powerless. Tears stung her eyes. "Marry," she gasped, her voice ragged. "Turn into a wolf, take Niko and run! Leave me. I'm slowing you down."
Marry skidded to a halt, her newly sharpened claws digging into the dirt. "Absolutely not!" she snarled, her voice taking on a rough, animalistic edge. "We're in this together, remember?"
Jessie shook her head, desperation gnawing at her. "No, Marry, please! I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I'm weak, useless! Just a burden." Her voice cracked, and a sob escaped her lips.
Before Marry could reply, Jessie cut her off. "Don't even argue, Marry. If you don't turn and get yourselves to safety, I'm staying right here. I won't let you risk your lives for a pathetic excuse for a werewolf like me." Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.
Marry crouched low, her body convulsing as fur erupted across her skin. Her bones shifted and lengthened, her human form morphing into a magnificent silver wolf. Niko, sensing the change, scrambled onto her back, clinging on with a mixture of excitement and fear.
Jessie kneeled beside them, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She cupped Niko's face in her trembling hands, her touch lingering on his soft, chubby cheeks. "Be strong, Niko, my brave boy," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Remember, I love you more than words can say."
With a mournful whine, Marry took off like a furry blur, Niko's small arms wrapped tightly around her neck. Jessie watched them disappear into the dense foliage, a pang of guilt twisting in her gut. She knew she should follow, but her legs, heavy with fear and exhaustion, refused to cooperate.
As the group fled through the dense foliage, Jessie struggled to keep up, her legs heavy with exhaustion and pain. Panic surged within her as she realised the approaching danger. A pack of werewolves, their eyes gleaming with feral hunger, were closing in on them. It was the enemy pack, and they were hunting them down.
Desperation clawed at Jessie's chest as she pushed her aching body to its limits, but the pain was overwhelming. With every step, it felt like knives were stabbing into her legs, threatening to bring her crashing to the ground.
And then it happened. Jessie stumbled, her legs giving out beneath her, and she collapsed to the forest floor. Fear seized her heart as a menacing growl reverberated through the air, the hot breath of a werewolf brushing against her skin.
In that terrifying moment, Jessie braced herself for the inevitable attack. She closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her ears, as she waited for the jaws of the wolf to close around her.
But the attack never came.
Instead, there was silence. Confusion flooded Jessie's senses as she cautiously opened her eyes, expecting to find herself in the jaws of her attacker.
The lycan was big and powerful, standing tall with a dark, imposing presence. Its muscles rippled beneath its fur-covered frame, giving it an aura of strength and dominance. Its piercing blue eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, capturing Jessie's attention in a hypnotic trance.
Jessie watched in awe and fear as the lycan prowled through the shadows, its movements fluid and graceful despite its immense size. She couldn't tear her gaze away, feeling both drawn to and repelled by the creature before her.
As the lycan's eyes bore into hers, Jessie felt a peculiar sensation ripple through her being. It was as if the very essence of her soul was being laid bare, exposed to the raw power and primal energy emanating from the creature before her.
The lycan let out a fierce growl, tearing the wolf into two halves with its powerful jaws. Jessie screamed in terror, her voice echoing like that ofslip a madwoman in the darkness. Overwhelmed by the gruesome sight before her, she felt her consciousness slipping away, a wave of dizziness washing over her.
Just as Jessie was about to collapse, the lycan caught her in its arms, holding her gently. She looked up and saw the Lycan's face, meeting its gaze before everything faded away.
