2025-02-10 02:03:07
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Shattered Glass and Shattered Secrets.
Auston's POV.You ever feel like you’re just a walking bag of cash? Yeah, me neither—until tonight, it’s not the kind of adrenaline rush you sign up for. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib, and my fingers? Yeah, they were trembling like I’d just downed ten shots of espresso. Chris was bleeding out on the floor, his life pooling around him in a dark, sticky mess. My face was locked on the ground, my inner wolf clawing at the edges of my mind, begging me to let it out. But fear? Fear’s a bitch. It wraps around your spine and squeezes until you’re paralyzed. The guy with the gun—no name, no introduction, just cold, calculated menace—rested the barrel on the armrest of the chair like he was waiting for me to make a move. “Auston, you can’t outrun a bullet,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. “And don’t even try to play the hero.” The killer shifted in his boots, the leather cr
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A Hero's Fall
Chapter OneThe evening air bit at my skin as I trudged home, the cold seeping into my bones like an old memory I couldn’t shake. Today felt off. The streets were unnaturally quiet, save for the occasional whisper of wind through the bare trees. The scent of roasting and frying wafted from neighboring houses, dragging me back to moments I preferred not to relive—family dinners, my mother’s warm smile, and the taste of happiness that now felt foreign on my tongue.I sighed and pressed forward. The city felt drained tonight, hollow. Unlike the days when rain would drench my clothes and soak through my briefcase, the snow now coated the ground like a hushed promise of the holidays. Christmas was closing in.By the time I reached my apartment, my toes throbbed from the long walk. I’d been saving every penny, stretching my meager salary to buy food for myself and Timmy, the old man who slept on the bench outside my building.Timmy was in his late eighties and spent his days tidying up the
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy On The Run
Chapter two.I woke to the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of disinfectant. My head throbbed, and my body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. Tubes ran into my arms, pumping blood into my veins as if to keep me tethered to this world.I blinked up at the ceiling, struggling to piece together where I was and how I’d gotten here. The last thing I remembered was the sound of Eve’s scream, the thugs closing in, and then—darkness.The room was silent. Not my apartment, that much was obvious. I tried sitting up, but a sharp, searing pain shot through my ribs, forcing me back down with a groan. Broken ribs, probably. Fantastic.Before I could process further, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, clipboard in hand and a polite smile on her face. She had that practiced air of someone who’d seen worse but wasn’t about to let me know it.“Well, look who’s awake,” she said, walking closer. “How are we feeling this morning? Still in one piece, I hope?”“Where am I
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy An Apology And A Slap
Chapter ThreeTwo days later, I was still nursing my wounds in my cramped, rundown apartment. My ribs ached with every movement, and the bandages wrapped around me felt like chains, binding me to the reality of my situation. I had just finished changing the dressing on my side when my phone buzzed. The sound felt like an intrusion in the stillness.“Hello, Mr. Denzel,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.“Auston,” came the sharp reply. My manager’s voice was cold, as usual. “Why haven’t you been answering your calls?”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry, sir. I was in an accident a few days ago, and I’ve been recovering. I should have called.”“Accident or not,” he snapped, “this company runs on reliability, Mr. Auston. Your absence without notice is unacceptable. You can’t just disappear because life gets tough. This job requires commitment.”I leaned against the wall, trying not to let his words push me deeper into the pit I was already in. “I understand, si
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Eve's Persistence
Chapter FourIt’s been over a week since I got back to work, and though my wounds are healing fast, they’re not fully gone. People at the office keep whispering, probably thinking I’d quit after the money Eve gave me. But quitting? That’s not me. I like the routine, even if the job is monotonous. Flashing money around doesn’t appeal to me—it’s stability I care about.When I got home that evening, I handed the takeaway bag to Timmy, the janitor. He smiled as he took it, his gratitude always genuine.“Thanks, sir,” he said, his face lighting up.“No problem, Timmy. You deserve it,” I replied, starting to head upstairs.“Uh, sir?” Timmy called, his voice more cautious now.I stopped, turning back to him. “What’s up?”“A lady came by earlier,” he said, scratching the back of his head.“A lady?” I repeated, frowning. “What did she want?”“She brought some packages—several boxes—and asked me to give you this.” He held out a black envelope.I took it, my fingers brushing against the smooth,
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy The Howl beneath the surface
Chapter FiveThe office felt emptier by the second. One by one, my coworkers packed up their desks and shuffled out the door, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Only Aliyah, a couple of others, and I remained. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, the only sound accompanying the low hum of the air conditioning. I leaned back in my chair, watching as the two security guards did their usual sweep, locking up offices and switching off unnecessary lights.I wasn’t in any rush. My shift stretched into the night, and I was resigned to another round of schematics and balance sheets. I pulled out my notepad, scribbling some notes, when movement outside the window caught my eye. Flashlights—security doing their rounds outside the building. I smirked. They acted like this place was Fort Knox.Then I saw it. My chest tightened.Eve’s car.I groaned quietly, my fist curling against the desk. “She’s here already?” I muttered under my breath, feeling the frustration bubble up. The sleek
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Shadows of Doubt.
Chapter SixInside the restaurant, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the glass walls created a somber ambiance, a stark contrast to the emotional storm brewing within Eve. She spoke, her voice laced with pain, as Auston listened intently, his eyes locked onto hers."I lost my mom in a fire when I was nine," Eve said, her voice cracking. "She saved me, but...she didn't make it out herself." Tears welled up in her eyes. "My dad remarried, but my stepmom...she was cruel, still is though, Always taunting me, making me feel worthless. I turned to drugs, to men, to sex...anything to escape the pain."Auston's gaze never wavered, his expression softening with empathy. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing he had judged her harshly earlier."My brother's sick, Auston," Eve continued her voice barely above a whisper. "Cancer, the doctor confirmed he has two more years on his clock. And I...I was with that guy, the one you saw me with because my stepmom pushed us together. But I don't love him. I
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Betrayal and Brutality
Chapter SevenThat same evening, The thug, Vinnie, walked into a downtown club; it was a strip club, and when he came in, a haze of smoke and loud music enveloped him. He spotted his boss, Marcus, in the corner, surrounded by girls. Vinnie made his way over, nodding to the bouncers as he passed, exchanging intricate handshakes as he smoked his way to Marcus, Eve’s supposed boyfriend."Hey, boss," Vinnie said, leaning in close. "I got some info." He said, scratching his nose with the back of his finger.Marcus looked up, interested. "What is it?" He asked, his voice hoarse and overwhelming."I saw Eve and a guy together," Vinnie said, his voice low. "And get this - it was the same guy we beat up earlier."Marcus's expression darkened; he adjusted his posture as all the girls around him withdrew from his body. "What the...? How did he end up with Eve?"Vinnie shrugged. "No idea, but I thought you'd want to know; you know how we get down around here."Marcus's face twisted in anger. "Ye
Latest Chapter
Shattered Glass and Shattered Secrets.
Auston's POV.You ever feel like you’re just a walking bag of cash? Yeah, me neither—until tonight, it’s not the kind of adrenaline rush you sign up for. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib, and my fingers? Yeah, they were trembling like I’d just downed ten shots of espresso. Chris was bleeding out on the floor, his life pooling around him in a dark, sticky mess. My face was locked on the ground, my inner wolf clawing at the edges of my mind, begging me to let it out. But fear? Fear’s a bitch. It wraps around your spine and squeezes until you’re paralyzed. The guy with the gun—no name, no introduction, just cold, calculated menace—rested the barrel on the armrest of the chair like he was waiting for me to make a move. “Auston, you can’t outrun a bullet,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. “And don’t even try to play the hero.” The killer shifted in his boots, the leather cr
The One way things gets Wrecked.
Auston's POV I had nowhere to stay. Nowhere to sleep. No one to turn to. The kind of emptiness that makes you feel like you’re floating, untethered, in a world that’s too loud and too quiet all at once. I’d been looking for Aliyah for over a week now, and every day that passed felt like another nail in the coffin of hope. Maybe she’s dead, I thought, and the second that idea slithered into my mind, I slapped myself hard across the face. The sting was sharp, immediate, grounding. This isn’t the time, Auston. Get your shit together. I could still feel it—that bond, that pull, like an invisible thread tied around my ribs, tugging me toward her. She was out there. She had to be. That evening, I took a stroll down my old block. Nostalgia hit me like a punch to the gut, but I wasn’t here for a trip down memory lane. I came covered—hood up, scarf wrapped around my face, hands shoved deep into my pockets. Marcus’ men were everywhere, and the last thing I needed was one of his goons rec
Fists, Fangs and False Smiles
Harrison had no interest in going to the mayor’s mansion– after the shit he faced with Caleb earlier this morning . The invitation was more of a summons, dressed up with flowery words and a bullshit title: A Decade of Safety Commemoration. He knew exactly what that meant. Ten years of hunting down "criminals"—which really meant werewolves and anything else that didn't fit the mayor’s idea of clean and civilized.Meanwhile, actual crime hadn’t gone anywhere. Murder, rape, extortion—same as always. But the mayor had decided the real threat wasn’t the ones stealing from the poor or bleeding the city dry. No, the real enemy were the things hiding in the dark, things like Harrison and Marcus and Auston. If the mayor had even a clue about Harrison's origin, he'd be rotting in a ditch, not playing king of the city.When Harrison arrived that evening with Wilson, the place was packed with the usual crowd—wealthy men who shook his hand but never trusted him, women who whispered his name like
Eve Of Destruction
“Hey come down, why’re you backing up like I’m about to rob you?” she mumbled around the toothbrush, squinting at him with her arm still firmly holding her towel. Auston’s voice went up the roof, “Eve! Eve, where are you?!” She paused, pulled the toothbrush out, and raised an eyebrow. “I’m Eve. What’s your deal?” Auston’s brain short-circuited. ‘This’ was not the Eve he was screaming for. Eve wasn't the most beautiful lady he's seen but she's not a robe-clad, toothbrush-wielding grandma who looked like she could bench-press him. “Uh… wrong Eve,” he stammered, backing up further. “Wrong Eve?” she scoffed, tightening her robe. “You out here yelling for Eves like I'm not freaking standing here?, what's wrong with you ? Get it together would you?” Cue the awkward silence, the saggy boobs, and Auston’s soul leaving his body.“Look, ma’am, I’m sorry,” Auston stammered, his voice shaky as he glanced around the room, trying to piece together how he’d ended up here. “I might’ve en
Aftershore.
I’ve turned this city inside out for Aliyah. Hospitals. Back alleys. Morgues. Nothing. Not a fucking trace. Nurses swore they never wheeled her in, never tagged her body. Bullshit. She didn’t evaporate.I needed answers. That’s why I reached out to Eve. I emailed her an hour ago, and now I’m sitting under a shaded awning, overlooking the city. The breeze is cool, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My fingers tap restlessly against the table, my leg bouncing under it. I’m wound up, ready to snap. I hear her before I see her. The sharp click of her heels against the pavement cuts through the hum of the city. She walks up to me, her posture confident, but there’s something in her eyes—something guarded. She stops a few feet away, crossing her arms over her chest. “You finally have a reason to reconsider my offer,” she says, her voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. I don’t respond right away. My jaw tightens as I look up at her. She’s assuming things, fillin
A Certain kind of Price
AUSTON'S POVSomething was breathing down my neck—I swear I wasn’t myself. A soft hand gripped my wrist, and I tried shaking it off, but I couldn’t. It was too tight. Yet, I could still feel like I was fighting for my life. Someone should help me. I need to stay alive, or I’ll die. Or Aliyah? Where’s Aliyah? Tilting my head, I inhaled a sharp dose of disinfectant, and my skin crawled. I was blind to what was happening around me. *Wait, blind? No—wake up. You need to wake the fuck up.*I jolted, kicking my feet wildly, but the grip around my wrist tightened. “Would you quit thrashing around like a child? You’ll spill everything,” a voice snapped, catching me off guard. I paused, gasping for air.“Aliyah?” I rasped, my voice cracking. “Is that you?”“No, it’s Eve. Aliyah’s dead.”The words hit me like a hammer to the skull. I froze, my breath hitching. Slowly, I forced my eyes open—eyes I thought were no longer there. The memory
A House Divided
The butler stood at the study door, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “He’s been waiting at the lounge all evening, sir. Wouldn’t do much good if you came and saw him for yourself.”Harrison Pembroke looked up from his desk, his pen hovering above the parchment. He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “What does that boy want now? He hardly visits, and today, of all days, he decides to disturb my paperwork.”The butler’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile. “He still came, regardless. It must be important. And… he’s receiving treatments from the house nurse.”Harrison set the pen down and gestured dismissively. “Very well. Tell him I’m coming.”Marcus lay sprawled on the lounge couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Two nurses were stitching the wounds on his wrist. As Harrison entered, Marcus winced, and Harrison immediately raised a hand, his voice sharp. “Leave us.”The nurses gathered their supplies and hurried out, leaving Marcus alone with his father. Harrison poured himself a gl
THE FALL AND THE FURY
Auston's POV A punch for a punch. The house didn’t just take damage—we tore it apart. Walls cracked under the weight of our bodies slamming into them, furniture snapped like kindling, glass littered the floor in sharp, glinting shards. But Marcus… Marcus made sure every hit meant something. Not just pain. Humiliation. He enjoyed every last bit of it.Every time he drove me into the wall, he made sure to talk. "You got black fur," he mused, cracking his knuckles before slamming a fist into my ribs. I barely had time to wheeze before he caught me by the scruff and shoved me back. "Had an uncle with black fur once. He died. Hunted down by those better than him”. I growled, but I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t snarl something back like he wanted. I wasn’t like him. In this form, I couldn’t talk. Only howl, only snap my teeth. And maybe that was why he was enjoying this so much. He circled me, slow, savoring it. "But those eyes…" He squinted, then grinned. "Nah. Never seen blue before. B
A Hot Mess
They’d locked Eve in the backseat like she was some kind of afterthought. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, the kind of smell that sticks to your skin no matter how much you scrub. She glared out the tinted windows, trying to steady her breath. Marcus was still upstairs. Still with [Auston] and that was bad news.Her gut twisted. She’d brought these men right to him—she might as well have handed him over on a platter. *Auston…* Her chest ached. He was the only person who ever made her feel anything, and now he was paying the price for her mistakes.Eve clenched her fists, willing the tears to stay put. Crying wouldn’t change anything.“I gotta take a piss,” one of the guys muttered, already pushing the door open.The other one with a neck tattoo just shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn’t bother rolling the window down, letting the smoke swirl around the cramped car like a slow death.Eve forced herself to sit still,