All Chapters of Ensnared: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

“Good morning,” Jake greeted as I stepped into the kitchen. He was already sat up to the island counter with a plate of food and coffee in front of him. It was so odd to see him sat there in the empty kitchen. It brought me flashbacks of my childhood when I had once arisen in the early hours and tried to sneak downstairs for a drink. I had found Jake’s father (our alpha at the time) sat in nearly the exact same position, except he was sipping at his coffee and reading the paper.“Morning,” I replied, wishing I’d made a little bit more of an effort before coming downstairs. Jake was sat there, showered, dressed and looking fresh as a daisy. I, however, had rolled out of my pit and skulked downstairs in my pyjamas looking like some sort of zombie, wit

 As it happened, neither of us had to make lunch as Harriet had already made it by the time we collapsed through the door. “Afternoon, Alpha, Beta,” she greeted us with a smile as she placed down the plate she was holding. I was inwardly rejoicing that I didn’t have to make lunch, as I stared around at the mountains of sandwiches that were piled across the counters with a mixture of relief and amazement. “I made extra for the other pack,” she explained as she followed my gaze around the countertops.

“I do wish to thank you for all your help, Soph,” Jake gave a warm smile as he sat across the desk from me. It had been a week or so since the incident and things had picked up a little. The pack no longer outwardly glared at me, although I did still occasionally hear doubtful whispers. Unfortunately, speaking with Grace hadn’t yielded anything of substance. She was adamant that she had tried to contact me and had gotten nothing in return. I still swear that there was a sparkle of amusement in her eyes as I questioned her, but again it was nothing I could prove. Grace’s story remained the same every time which had gained her trust within the pack. Leo and I had discussed what had happened, and although he was livid about the pack doubting me this way, he did a

The next morning I was rudely awoken to an earth-shattering thunderclap. It was so loud and sudden that I nearly fell out of bed in a panic. A flash of lightning lit up my room and almost blinded my still weary eyes. It again was quickly followed by a booming thunderclap, that this time forced me to get out of bed. I looked to my bedside clock, trying to make out the number past the sparkles still floating in my vision.8 a.mI had slept in. Not that it seemed to matter as I groggily made my way over to the window, peering out over the packhouse’s grounds through th