Mag-log in"There's a problem with your theory," he murmurs, the touch of his fingers down my jawline, down my neck, a silent warning. I'm in the midst of a cold, calculated predator. "One side of me wants to preserve that precious innocence of yours, while the other, well, wants to absolutely destroy it." Not much is known about Alpha Ren. Simply that he lives in a small island in a big estate away from everyone. His secrets remain hidden within the shadows of his distance. He's untouchable. Homeless, Brielle stumbles upon a job at the docks. Whispers speak of better jobs upon Ren's island. And when his ship sails in, Brielle gets a chance, and takes it. Smuggling herself on, she finds herself as a servant within his endless estate, working to keep herself alive. However, as curiosity increases with the elusiveness of the Alpha, Brielle finds herself finding out Ren's terrible secret. Perhaps the Alpha everyone sees on the surface has another side to him. A side, so dangerous, there's only one person who can keep it at bay.
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Hindi inaasahan ni Mara Villanueva na sa isang gabing basang-basa siya ng ulan ay may makikilala siyang lalaking magpapagulo ng buong buhay niya. Galing siya sa kanyang part-time job sa isang maliit na café sa Quiapo nang biglang bumuhos ang malakas na ulan. Wala siyang dalang payong, at ang tanging nasa isip niya ay kung paano makakauwi agad sa inuupahan nilang maliit na kwarto kasama ang kanyang tiyahin. “Mara! Bilisan mo na!” sigaw ng kasamahan niyang si Liza bago ito tuluyang sumakay ng jeep. Ngumiti lang siya at tumango, kahit alam niyang mahihirapan siyang sumakay sa ganitong oras. Habang naglalakad siya sa gilid ng kalsada, pilit niyang pinoprotektahan ang kanyang bag na may laman na importanteng dokumento—mga papeles para sa kanyang pag-aaral at trabaho. Hindi niya kayang mabasa ang mga iyon. Ngunit sa kalagitnaan ng kanyang pagmamadali, biglang may isang itim na sasakyan ang huminto sa kanyang harapan. Isang mamahaling kotse. Hindi niya agad pinansin iyon, hanggang sa bumukas ang bintana. “Sumakay ka.” Napahinto si Mara. Isang malamig ngunit kalmadong boses ng lalaki ang kanyang narinig. Hindi siya agad gumalaw. “Hindi kita uulitin,” dagdag pa nito. Doon lang siya napatingin. Sa loob ng sasakyan ay isang lalaking may seryosong mukha, matangos ang ilong, at mga matang tila kayang basahin ang pagkatao ng kahit sino. Nakasuot ito ng simpleng polo, ngunit halatang mamahalin. Hindi niya ito kilala. At lalong wala siyang balak makisakay sa estranghero. “Okay lang po,” magalang niyang tugon. “Makakasakay naman po ako.” Hindi sumagot ang lalaki. Sa halip, tumingin ito sa kanya mula ulo hanggang paa—parang sinusuri kung nagsasabi ba siya ng totoo o hindi. Umuulan pa rin nang malakas. Halos hindi na siya makakita sa daan. “Basang-basa ka na,” malamig nitong sabi. “At mukhang wala kang masasakyan.” Napakagat-labi si Mara. Tama ito. At sa totoo lang, nagsisimula na siyang manginig sa lamig. Ilang segundo siyang nag-isip bago tuluyang sumuko. Dahan-dahan siyang sumakay sa sasakyan. “Salamat po,” mahina niyang sabi. Hindi na siya pinansin ng lalaki. Tahimik ang loob ng kotse. Tanging tunog ng ulan at makina ang maririnig. Paminsan-minsan ay napapasilip si Mara sa lalaki. May kakaiba rito. Hindi lang dahil sa itsura nito—na hindi maikakailang gwapo—kundi dahil sa presensya nito. Yung tipong hindi mo basta malalapitan. May kapangyarihan. At delikado. “Address,” biglang sabi ng lalaki. Agad niyang sinabi ang direksyon papunta sa inuupahan nila. Habang nasa biyahe, hindi niya maiwasang mapaisip. Bakit siya tinulungan nito? Sa itsura pa lang ng sasakyan, alam niyang hindi ito basta ordinaryong tao. At ang mga taong ganito… Hindi basta tumutulong nang walang dahilan. Pagdating nila sa tapat ng maliit nilang eskinita, agad siyang nagpasalamat. “Maraming salamat po,” sabi niya habang hinahawakan ang pinto. Ngunit bago siya makababa, nagsalita muli ang lalaki. “Sandali.” Napahinto siya. Kinuha nito ang isang card mula sa dashboard at iniabot sa kanya. “Kung kailangan mo ng tulong,” sabi nito, “tumawag ka.” Nag-alangan si Mara, pero tinanggap niya iyon. Pagtingin niya sa card, bahagyang nanlaki ang kanyang mga mata. Atty. Rafael Cortez. Isang kilalang pangalan. Hindi lang sa mundo ng batas—kundi pati sa mga balita at high society. Napatingin siya muli sa lalaki. Hindi niya akalaing ganitong klaseng tao ang tumulong sa kanya. “Hindi ko po kailangan,” bigla niyang sabi, ibinabalik ang card. Bahagyang tumaas ang kilay ng lalaki. “Sigurado ka?” Tumango siya. “Mas mabuti pong… dito na lang po matapos,” mahina pero matatag niyang sagot. Isang sandaling katahimikan ang bumalot sa kanila. Tila hindi sanay ang lalaki na tinatanggihan. Ngunit imbes na magalit, bahagya itong ngumiti—isang ngiting hindi niya maipaliwanag. “Interesting,” bulong nito. Hindi na siya naghintay pa. Agad siyang bumaba ng sasakyan at naglakad papasok ng eskinita, hindi na lumingon pa. Ngunit hindi niya alam… na mula sa loob ng kotse, hindi pa rin inaalis ng lalaki ang tingin sa kanya. Parang may nagsimulang interes na hindi niya inaasahan. At sa gabing iyon— pareho nilang hindi alam na ang simpleng pagtatagpo nila sa ulan ay simula pa lang ng isang komplikadong kwento.~Brielle Something doesn’t feel right. That’s been a thought on my mind for the past few weeks. In one instance, it seemed like everything should be righted in the world. Fate helped me, kept his word and I kept mine. Chase wasn’t exactly happy, but knew he wouldn’t have been awake to deal with Ren in time, so he let it slide after a few days of moping. Really, he’s using it as an excuse for his mourning of his mother. I could hardly believe he didn’t confide in me with any other this, but I didn’t berate him after going through what he did. Of course, he explained that she was sick, and wanted to sacrifice herself. He agreed only on the grounds that she didn’t have long left, but it took him months of consideration, and didn’t want me to convince him out of it. So here we are, lying in the sun on the seating outside, me leaning against his chest, him playing with my hair. It’s been like this everyday for awhile now. But like I said, something doesn’t feel right. I’m not sure w
~Brielle I’m not sure what my first reaction should be. Immediately I fall to my knees by her side. I grab her limbs, feeling her cold skin, feeling how limp they are. Completely lifeless. I shake her a few times, put my ear to her mouth to catch a breath and even feel a pulse. Nothing. There is no life left in her. Had I known this was her choice, I would have never left the table. I may not know her, or even what her name was, but she’s Chase’s mother…why didn’t he tell me? He came in here, acting as though he had no clue who she was. He must have known to. I feel as though the entire plan was done without me even knowing. “Can’t you mourn later? She’s going to wake soon,” I hear Fate from behind me. There’s no need to turn around and shoot him a glare. He knows this isn’t a normal situation.Walking up behind me, he steps out and around the body carefully. Not because he cares all that much for the corpse lying here in the middle of a tent that was her home, but because he doe
~Brielle My blood runs cold. I know Ren doesn’t like me. I know he doesn’t want me getting in the way, but I never thought he would actually want me dead. He’s evil, pure evil, and manipulative to add to it all. When was he planning on doing this? I bet he didn’t think Chase was about to get control again, and was planning to do it that night. Just thinking about what might have happened sends chills down my spine. “He won’t be getting control over me again. I don’t care what it takes,” Chase says quickly, glancing at me. The Gaze Reader still stares at me, clearly trying to decipher why an Alpha wants to kill me, of all people. She must have seen within Chase’s gaze that he is my true mate, not Ren. The Gaze Reader looks skeptical. “I don’t want to be dragged into an Alpha’s mess. That’s dirty business.”Chase and I exchange wary glances. “He was never meant to be the true Alpha. His brother was, before he murdered him and cold blood, and still feels no remorse. I can tell, I ca
~Brielle Shame is all that I feel. Chase and I lay in bed, my head on his chest, as I cry. I can’t help the tears, as they pool onto his shirt. At least the bleeding from my neck has stopped, thanks to Chase and his first aid abilities. But the mark is still there, stuck upon my neck, a false representation of a mate bond that doesn’t actually exist. “This doesn’t change anything, you know,” Chase murmurs, his fingers running gently through my hair. I glance up at him, raising an eyebrow as he gazes down at me. “I still love you. You’re still my mate. We will fix this.”“Quiet,” I breathe. “He can hear us.”Chase sits up, forcing me too as well. He’s frowning at me, and for a moment I can’t tell why. I’m numb, nothing makes sense right now. But of course, this is big news. “He admitted that all this time, he has been seeing through your eyes. I’m assuming it’s because he is the original host of the body. He can hear everything right now. It means no more talking about anything. Ok
~Brielle My heart completely stops for a moment. I somehow knew he was going to find me. I’m not sure how he managed to, but I sensed him coming, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Now he stands outside the car door, knocking his fists against the window rapidly. Pushing away from the window
~Brielle Nothing feels better than being within my mates arms. My back is pressed up against his chest, his arm slung over my waist. I’m enjoying the stories he whispers in my ear about magic and the Devotion Pack. He has so many amazing stories that I could listen to all night without fail. There i
~Brielle It’s cruel how all the wrong moments feel so right. My entire body is betraying my mind right now, which is telling me this is not right, and I need to stop this before it goes to far. I’m aware I shouldn’t be pressed up against Chase’s body as he lays me down on the couch, leaning over me.
~Brielle I don’t believe him. There’s a complexity to Chase I’ve had to adjust to. Understanding him is all about translating his words into what they truly mean, since he seems to often mask his words with riddles. So, what I gather, is his attempts to manipulate me are being revealed to me, not ma






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