Zephyr's POV“Why did you save me?”I look up at the young woman in front of me, studying her luscious waves of natural brown hair and her perfectly bowed lips.I have never quite met anyone like her. A woman who could be brave yet so fearful. Who could match me stare for stare, even though her eyes showed nothing but fright. “I saved you because you needed saving.” I answer her question with a smile. The young woman looks down, her hands moving over the hem of her dress, as if she's unsure whether to cover her exposed thighs. “I know that.” She whispers. “But why did you bring me to your pack?” She looks up then, her glassy green eyes locking on mine, those arresting greens stirring a familiar longing in my groin that causes me to part my legs to make room for my growing shaft. “You have no idea who I am. For all you know, I could be a spy. You brought me here and had your women tend to me.”“But you're not a spy.” I tell her confidently.“And you know that how?”“Spies are more
Chapter Thirteen Jenna's POV “Everything? Do you have all day?” I joke. “For you, yes.” He drawls. And I look up to find his eyes on my exposed thighs, filled with nothing but desire. Self-consciously, I tug at the hem of the dress, trying to make it more modest. Where I came from, women were never found dressed like this. I had just grown up in an environment where everyone was always modestly covered. While men could shift whenever they wanted, women not so.There were no stringent rules about these things, it was just that, growing to find that not one single woman did it, I had begun to consider it wrong to do so too. And right now, it felt wrong to wear a dress that exposed my body like this. I felt uneasy about the way the alpha was eyeing my exposed skin, and it made me understand why modesty had been the order of the day where I'd come from. “The dress doesn't go further than that.” The alpha comments. I look up to find his eyes on mine this time, and I give a slow sha
Chapter FourteenJenna's POV“So, you and the others killed humans to appease him?”“The very humans who had cut down the tree. After being shown what the men looked like on a crystal ball, we set out to hunt them down.”“It was the very first time we journeyed to actual towns and cities.”“The humans, what did they do when they saw you and the others?”“They called us forest men. And took pictures of us; some even drew us.” The alpha explains, nodding towards the paintings on the wall.“When the humans who had committed this sacrilege were found, the other humans refused to allow us to take them.”“A mini-war broke out in their towns, and they used a pistol to gun down some of us. We fought back and eventually overpowered them, taking the men with us and doing what was required to restore sanity to the world. The second those humans gave up the ghost, the curse eased, and we welcomed the cold bites of winter rain for the first time.”“Wow. That's the very first time I have heard that
Chapter Fifteen Jenna's POV I felt awful that I didn't tell Elise before leaving. But even I did not know what I was doing, driven by the insurmountable pain and anguish caused by Jack's rejection.If we ever met again, I was going to tell her everything. I was going to tell her why I had left. Perhaps when I did, she would understand.“I want you to train me.” I tell the alpha, meeting his eyes, nothing but determination in mine.He doesn't look surprised; if anything, he looks like he had been waiting for me to say the word.“Of course, I will train you. But you have to tell me what you'll give me in return.”“Tend to your garden?” I respond, ending my sentence with a questioning tone.“I have a different garden that needs proper tending.” He drawls, his eyes looking deeply into mine.I blink, confused. “You have another garden as beautiful as this?” I gasp.The alpha drops his hands and turns away from me. “You're much too innocent for my liking, dear Jenna.” He says this as he
Chapter SixteenJack's POV“We're ready whenever you are, Alpha.” Sav says this, hands clasped obediently in front of him. Jordan is present as well, and beside him is Violet, who wears a look of hurt that she tries unsuccessfully to mask. I am a little surprised that she is here. I hadn't expected her to want to join. Her presence fills me with nothing but unease. There are a few other pack members who've volunteered to join in the search, including the young lady who had reported Jenna's disappearance. Her face is red and blotched, and she looks like she's about to break down in a fit of tears. Her expression fills me with more discomfort and guilt, and I try to brush my feelings aside and address the crowd. “Thank you all for coming out this morning. By now, I'm sure you all have heard the sad news about the sudden disappearance of one of us.”I look at everyone's faces, meeting Violet's pained expression without flinching.“I know that it is out of the norm to go after anyone
Chapter Seventeen Jenna's POVThe chambers that the alpha had informed me of is unlike anything I have seen before. The bedding is made of the softest linen, and the walls are decorated with more paintings that draw my attention.This painting is of a really gorgeous woman with blue eyes and dark hair. The painting depicts her in a wheat field, her hair billowing against the wind and her perfect lips slightly parted as she gazes into the distance.I wonder what she was looking at and who she was to the alpha. She didn't share any physical qualities with him, which ruled out the possibility of her being a sister.“Is everything to your liking?” The question interrupts my thoughts.“Everything looks okay.* I answer with a polite smile. The maid nods politely in return. “Very well. I will be in the west wing should you need anything.”“What's your name?”“You can call me Veronica.” She smiles again. “Veronica, my name is Jenna.” I reply, my gaze shifting back to the strange woman's p
Chapter EighteenJenna's POV“Tell me more. Tell me everything.” I urge Veronica, eager to hear the rest of the story. “I will.” Veronica assures. Now more comfortable in my presence, she goes to lean against the wall but encourages me to take the bed. I sit gingerly at the edge of the bed, marvelling at its softness. “When humans first started living here, everything was perfect. In order for them to be accepting of us, we had to be accepting of them…”“They tried to understand our ways, and we tried to understand theirs. But when they drew a line on how we fed, everything changed. They began to see us as higher animals who fed off of animals and sometimes human blood.”Veronica looks down at her hands, and her expression morphs into that of anger. “They began to take recordings of everything we did, and and sold them for large sums of money.”“What?” I splutter. “They began to make money of you like you all were some sort of circus animal?”Veronica nodded. “And they invited more
Chapter NineteenJenna's POV“What do you mean by it's your turn to feed him? Do you do so against your wishes?”Veronica shakes her head sadly but does not say anything after that. “You don't have to give your blood to someone if you do not want to. That's completely wrong, and barbaric. I am a wolve too, and where we come from, my alpha—I mean, the head of the pack—does not drink the blood of anyone, not even that of an animal. I didn't even knew that it was common practice.”“The alpha just likes it. And it makes him stronger, more formidable. Everyone believes that it is the reason he's lived beyond natural years.”“I do not hate to feed our alpha. Veronica looks up at me earnestly.” You have to believe that. “I just hate the uncertainty about one's fate that comes with doing so.”“What do you mean by the uncertainty of one's fate?” I ask, my brows furrowed in confusion.I remember how I had found him this morning, after I had been tended to by the maids. Zephyr had his lips clam
Jenna’s POVThe forest is alive with sound—the crunch of leaves underfoot, the whisper of wind through the trees, and the occasional snap of a twig. Our pack moves as one, each step purposeful, every glance a silent exchange of understanding. There’s a unity among us now, forged in fire and strengthened by necessity. Zephyr is ahead of me, his golden eyes scanning the trail for any signs of danger. Veronica is at his side, though her pace is slower. She’s recovering at a remarkable rate, her strength returning faster than any of us anticipated. Despite this, Zephyr keeps a hand hovering near her, ready to catch her should she stumble. “Zephyr, stop treating me like I’m made of glass,” she snaps, her voice firm and laced with irritation. “You’re still weak—” “I’m fine,” she growls, coming to an abrupt stop. Her fiery gaze meets his, and for a moment, the two of them are locked in a silent standoff. Zephyr’s jaw tightens, but he relents, stepping back. “Fine. But don’t push yoursel
*Jenna’s POV* The morning sun filters through the trees, painting the forest in shades of gold and green. Jack stirs beside me, his arm still draped protectively over my waist. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it’s a comfort I hadn’t realized I craved so deeply. But as the light grows brighter, so does the weight of reality. Last night feels like a distant dream, its magic still lingering but now overshadowed by the raw truth of what lies ahead. Jack’s eyes open slowly, hazel orbs soft and full of warmth as they meet mine. He smiles faintly, brushing a kiss to my temple. “Good morning,” he murmurs. “Morning,” I reply, my voice quiet but steady. For a moment, we lie there, the world outside the cave forgotten. But it’s fleeting. The faint sounds of movement beyond the cave remind us both that we don’t have the luxury of staying here. Jack sighs, his hand gently squeezing my waist before he sits up. “We should get back to the others.” I nod, though part
Jenna’s POV The first thing I feel is warmth. Not the faint chill of the morning air or the coolness of the cave, but Jack’s body pressed against mine. His kisses are soft and unhurried as they trail along my face, brushing against my cheeks and jaw before finding their way to the sensitive hollow of my neck. A soft hum escapes my lips, and I open my eyes to find Jack looking at me with a smile that makes my chest tighten. His hazel eyes glimmer with affection, and his lips curve into that boyish grin that’s always undone me. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky, the sound sending a shiver through me. “Morning,” I reply, my voice still thick with sleep but no less sincere. Jack leans down, kissing the curve of my neck, and I instinctively tilt my head to give him better access. His touch is so familiar, yet every brush of his lips feels like the first time all over again. “I had the best sleep of my life,” he whispers, his tone playful but with an undertone of si
Jenna’s POVThe caves are quiet now, a soothing stillness settling over our small sanctuary. Outside, Jordan and Eldris, along with a few other wolves, keep watch. Their murmurs blend with the rustle of the trees, a low hum of vigilance that eases my nerves. But Jack refuses to leave my side. “I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he’d said earlier, his hazel eyes blazing with determination. We lie together on a blanket in a corner of the cave, the cool night air brushing against our skin. His presence is maddening. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth radiating from his body—it’s like every part of me is hyper-aware of him. “Jenna,” he says, breaking the silence. His voice is soft, almost hesitant, but there’s a weight behind it that makes me turn to him. His hazel eyes are locked on mine, glowing faintly in the dim light. “I need to tell you something,” he continues, his tone raw, each word heavy with meaning. I brace myself, unsure of what’s coming. “I made a mistak
Jenna’s POVVeronica’s breathing is steady now, her cheeks no longer pale but tinged with the faintest blush of life. The transformation is remarkable, and though her eyes remain closed, she looks as though she’s merely asleep. Zephyr hasn’t moved from her side, his hand wrapped gently around hers as though his touch alone is keeping her tethered to this world. “She’s stable,” Raina says softly, crouching beside her. She glances at Zephyr and offers a faint smile. “She just needs time now.” Zephyr nods but doesn’t speak. His golden eyes stay on Veronica, watching her chest rise and fall with every breath. Jack clears his throat, breaking the silence. “We can’t stay here.” Jordan, standing nearby, crosses his arms and frowns. “Agreed. The council’s forces might still have scouts in the area. If they find us here, we’re sitting ducks.” “What’s the plan?” Caleb asks, his voice weary but resolute. Jack looks toward me, his hazel eyes sharp and focused. “We need to find shelter. Some
Jenna’s POV“Get up,” Jack orders, his voice firm and commanding. “Lead the way to the Elder Council’s hideout.” Violet stumbles to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, as if every step is a reminder of her shame. She glances at me briefly, her expression wary, then turns toward the gates. I follow silently, my thoughts spinning as I process everything she’d said earlier. The tether. Jack’s true mate. Is that why it’s been so hard to forget him? I’d spent years trying to bury the pain he’d caused me, trying to convince myself that I was better off without him. But it never worked. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far I tried to run, I could never truly let him go. My chest tightens as I think back to all the times I’d tried to form a bond with someone else. Every time, it had felt wrong—forced, like I was trying to fit a piece of myself into a mold it didn’t belong in. Was that because… because Jack was the only one? The realization hits me like a storm
Jenna’s POV“Get up,” Jack orders, his voice firm and commanding. “Lead the way to the Elder Council’s hideout.” Violet stumbles to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, as if every step is a reminder of her shame. She glances at me briefly, her expression wary, then turns toward the gates. I follow silently, my thoughts spinning as I process everything she’d said earlier. The tether. Jack’s true mate. Is that why it’s been so hard to forget him? I’d spent years trying to bury the pain he’d caused me, trying to convince myself that I was better off without him. But it never worked. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far I tried to run, I could never truly let him go. My chest tightens as I think back to all the times I’d tried to form a bond with someone else. Every time, it had felt wrong—forced, like I was trying to fit a piece of myself into a mold it didn’t belong in. Was that because… because Jack was the only one? The realization hits me like a storm
Jack’s POVThe silence after Jordan’s declaration feels endless. Violet remains on her knees, trembling. Her pale face is streaked with tears, her eyes empty yet desperate. “I can’t go anywhere else,” she whispers, breaking the quiet. Her voice is hoarse, strained. “No other pack will take me. You all know what I’ve done.” She looks up at us, her expression pleading. “Please. Don’t leave me behind. I can make things right.” I clench my fists, my patience wearing thin. “You’ve had your chances, Violet. We trusted you, and you turned on us. Why should we believe you now?” Her lips tremble, and for a moment, I think she won’t answer. But then she takes a shaky breath, lifting her chin. “Because I didn’t betray anyone to Eleanor. Not once. Not when I could have.” Her words hang in the air, sharp and unexpected. Jordan scoffs, his silver eyes narrowing. “And we’re supposed to give you credit for that? After everything else you’ve done?” “No,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “But
Jack’s POV Jordan teeters at the edge of the balcony, the cold wind whipping his silver hair. My breath comes in harsh gasps as I lunge forward, my hand outstretched. I can’t let him fall. “Jordan!” I shout, my voice raw. My fingers close around the collar of his coat, yanking him backward with all the strength I can muster. His body hits mine hard, and we tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Behind me, I hear the clatter of hurried footsteps. Violet’s voice cuts through the chaos, high and desperate. “Jordan, no!” I glance back just as Violet reaches us. Her pale face is streaked with tears, but the older man snarls, his fury raw and unfiltered. “Stay back!” he roars, his voice a thunderclap in the still night. His hand lashes out in warning, and for a split second, I think he’ll strike her. Violet freezes, her hands raised in surrender. “I... I just want to help,” she stammers, her voice trembling. Jordan’s eyes blaze, filled with a mix of anger and anguish. “You think y