After the tragic loss of their loved ones and the unravelling of some hidden secrets things seem to be going well for the Silverstone pack. After Alpha Jake admitted his true love for his 'Hidden' hybrid witch mate Prisca everything seems perfect for her-like a dream come true. She has completely fallen blindly in love with Jake with no doubt in her mind or soul, just like every mate should but maybe that was her biggest mistake. What Prisca doesn't realize is now that the hidden truth has been discovered about herself and her Alpha mate everything has changed. She might have accepted the truth about her true identity really well but Jake is struggling with the new discovery of his true identity as a royal. Being a royal traditionally in the werewolf world means different rules for him and his pack. It also means he has to marry a Princess(a royal) as well despite having a mate. To make matters worse him being mated to a witch is a disgrace to the royal circle and Jake being a man born plus raised to follow tradition finds himself having to choose being a full king over his mate. Struggling to handle the rejection from her mate Prisca finds herself moving away from the pack to start afresh without having to face the man who ruined her heart or anything that has to do with supernatural beings. However her wish to start a new life without her mate is destroyed when she finds out that she is indeed pregnant with Jake's child, an heir to his throne.She knows she can't keep this secret hidden from an Alpha hybrid King like Jake but she is sure as hell willing to try getting her normal life back.
View MoreThe morning started quietly, almost too quietly. The twins were playing in their room, and I had some rare time to myself. I stood in the kitchen, sipping on tea while I planned the day ahead. The warmth of the tea and the soft morning light through the window made me feel at ease, a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time. Jake had left for his early training, and I knew the twins would be bouncing off the walls soon. They had energy to burn, and Jake suggested we spend the day outdoors—a play day, as he called it. I wasn’t sure what a "play day" entailed, but I was eager to see the twins happy and carefree. A soft giggle floated down the hall, followed by Logan’s unmistakable attempt at a word that sounded like “doggy.” It was his new obsession. I made my way to their room, leaning on the doorframe as I watched Lily try to climb onto Logan’s bed. She wasn’t very successful, but Logan’s laughter filled the room, encouraging her to keep trying. “Lily, careful,” I said softly. Sh
AYLA’S POVThe day started like any other, a routine that I was slowly getting used to despite the chaos Tammy brought into our lives. Breakfast had been quiet, surprisingly so, with Tammy nowhere in sight. It was almost peaceful, with Sophie cracking jokes and Fatima teasing Jake about his brooding expression. Even the twins were in good spirits, giggling and smearing jam all over their faces. By the time lunch rolled around, the quiet had lulled me into a false sense of security. Tammy, however, made her grand reappearance, striding into the dining room like she owned the place. But something was off. "Good afternoon," she said, her voice unusually soft. Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on each of us as she offered a small smile. Fatima blinked. Sophie froze mid-sip of her drink. I just stared, waiting for the punchline. "Tammy," Jake said evenly, setting his glass down. "You’re late." "I know," Tammy said, her tone surprisingly humble. "And I wanted to apologiz
TÀMMY'S POVThe morning sun streamed through the dining room windows, bathing the room in a golden glow. The smell of fresh coffee and buttered toast filled the air, but I barely tasted the food on my plate. My appetite had disappeared the moment I woke up, replaced by the lingering sting of last night’s humiliation. Jake. That arrogant, stubborn man had dismissed me in front of the entire pack. And Ayla—oh, that omega witch—she had stood there looking smug, basking in the Alpha’s undeserved loyalty. I stabbed my fork into a piece of fruit with more force than necessary, ignoring the curious glances from a few workers clearing the table. Let them look. Let them whisper. Soon, they’d see me as their Luna, and their pathetic opinions wouldn’t matter anymore. “Miss Tammy, would you like more juice?” one of the servants asked timidly. “No,” I snapped, pushing my chair back with a loud scrape. The girl flinched, and I felt a flicker of satisfaction. At least someone still knew how
It was one of those days where I couldn’t seem to catch a break. Tammy had been hovering around Jake like a bad smell since breakfast, which wasn’t unusual, but today she seemed especially determined to cause trouble. I could feel it in the way her fake smile lingered a little too long and how her sugary tone had an underlying sharpness. Still, I tried to ignore her. If I let her get to me, she’d win, and I refused to give her that satisfaction. By mid-afternoon, I found myself in the library, organizing books that I didn’t even read just to keep my hands busy and my mind clear. It was peaceful, a rare sanctuary away from Tammy and her relentless drama. That peace was shattered when Sophie burst into the room, her face pale. “Ayla, you need to come to the main hall. Now.” I frowned, closing the book in my hands. “What’s going on?” “It’s Tammy,” Sophie said, her voice tight. “She’s—ugh, just come. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped. Tammy and her antics were never
It started with Fatima barging into my room like she owned the place, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the manic look on her face. “She’s doing it again,” she announced, hands on her hips. I blinked at her, groggy from the nap I’d been enjoying. “Doing what?” “Being Tammy,” Fatima said, like that explained everything. It kind of did. “Ugh.” I rubbed my face and sat up. “What now?” Fatima pointed dramatically toward the hallway. “She’s in the kitchen. Again. She’s trying to tell Sophie how to ‘properly’ bake cookies. And—oh, you’re going to love this—she called her ‘sweetheart.’” I groaned. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Fatima replied, grinning now. “It’s about to go down.” Sophie was a saint, but there were limits to her patience. And Tammy? Tammy didn’t just push those limits—she drop-kicked them into oblivion. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. “Let’s go before Sophie strangles her and we have to hide the body.” Fatima and I made our way to the kitchen, where
The day started off relatively quiet, which in this packhouse was almost suspicious. Tammy was nowhere to be seen for most of the morning, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe without wanting to punch someone. The twins were playing happily in the garden, Sophie was organizing something in the kitchen, and I was curled up on the couch with a book, savoring the peace. Of course, it couldn’t last. By mid-afternoon, Tammy made her grand appearance. She had changed outfits—again—into something that could barely be classified as clothing. A tight red dress clung to her like a second skin, the neckline plunging so low it was practically indecent. She sauntered into the room as if she owned the place, her eyes scanning for Jake. When she didn’t find him, she pouted dramatically and turned her attention to me. “Where’s the Alpha?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet, though the venom underneath was impossible to miss. I didn’t look up from my book. “Busy.” Tam
The morning started like any other, though I had spent most of it dodging Tammy. Somehow, that girl could find you no matter where you hid, and she always had a reason to make you want to slam your head into a wall. Today, she was sporting yet another dress that looked more like lingerie, with her chest nearly spilling out and her skirt barely brushing her thighs. She pranced around the packhouse like she was in a beauty pageant, but really, she was just a walking disaster waiting to happen. I managed to stay clear of her for most of the day until, unfortunately, the universe decided to punish me. I was on my way to the kitchen when Jake came in from training, shirtless, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing with every movement. My traitorous eyes raked over him, noting the way his abs looked like they were carved from stone and his arms bulged as he wiped his face with a towel. Focus, Ayla, I told myself, swallowing hard. But before I could pretend I hadn’t noticed him,
Dinner that evening was a battle of patience—a battle I was clearly losing. The packhouse dining room was bustling, filled with chatter and the clinking of plates and utensils. Jake sat at the head of the table, his usual unreadable expression fixed firmly in place. I sat a few seats away, trying to focus on my plate and ignore the trainwreck that was Tammy. Tammy, however, had other plans. “Jake, could you pass me the salt?” she asked sweetly, leaning forward just enough to emphasize her chest. Her voice was coated in syrup, and the way she said his name made my teeth ache. Jake didn’t even look up. He grabbed the salt and handed it to her without a word, his attention still on his plate. “Thank you, Alpha,” she purred, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Fatima, sitting across from me, kicked my shin under the table. When I glanced at her, she gave me a look that said, Do you see this nonsense? I barely resisted rolling my eyes. Tammy wasn’t just trying to f
If I thought Tammy’s first day in the packhouse was unbearable, I was woefully unprepared for day two. She made her presence known as soon as the sun rose, barking orders at anyone who crossed her path. I sat in the kitchen with Sophie, trying to drink my tea in peace, when Tammy’s grating voice echoed through the halls. “Where is my breakfast? Do I have to starve in this house?” Fatima, standing by the counter, groaned audibly. “I swear if she calls me one more time, I’ll—” “Calm down,” Sophie muttered, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just get through this without any bloodshed.” The door burst open, and Tammy strolled in like she owned the place. Her hair was perfectly curled, and she wore a bright pink dress that screamed *look at me*. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen, putting her hands on her hips. “Oh, good, you’re all here. Maybe now I can finally get some service around here.” Fatima’s grip on the counter tightened, and Sophie leaned over to whisper, “I’ll hol
Perfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted. "What are you thinking about so deeply," Jake asked, drawing circles on my naked back. I sighed, staring at the white fluffy pillow my head was resting on, "Nothing much." Jake growled playfully, turning my body around to face him, and I laughed."If it's nothing then why are you lying?" he asked raising a dark eyebrow. "Fine It isn't nothing, I'm worried about a few things. The next full moon is comi...
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