Matt was impatiently waiting for his Alpha outside his office. Yes, he was 15 minutes early but he was starting to get a headache from all the imaginary scenarios cooking in his head. He started walking anxiously in front of the office. What has the Alpha decided? Will he allow a human to stay in our pack and then die while shifting?
His Alpha was unpredictable. Matt became the Beta two years ago when the former Beta died. This wasn't his birthright. He originally belonged to the family of Gamma, but the positions in his pack were decided on the basis of abilities and not birth. He competed for the position and he won. Theo, on the other hand, belonged to the family of Betas but lost the competition for the position of Beta. However, he won the one meant for the position of Gamma. Matt had to put his 200% in every task so that his position doesn't get questioned. Although he has proven himself as a competent beta, he still felt insecure. Even after two years of working as a Beta, he still felt like he didn't belong in this position.
Matt stopped abruptly as he sensed his Alpha climbing the stairs. He quietly walked towards the door of the office and positioned himself with his hands behind his back. He gave a curt bow to his Alpha as he came into his view.
Azraiel nodded at his Beta and entered the office. Instead of sitting on his chair behind the desk, he walked towards the window and positioned himself on the couch.
Shit, Matt thought. Alpha always used that couch to discuss matters that involved his personal life. All pack businesses were strictly conducted on his chair behind the desk. Matt was even more confused now. He walked behind him and sat on a chair in front of his Alpha.
"Whatever I am going to tell you shouldn't leave this room, Matt. I am going to tell you something that is personal as well as pack business." Azraiel was looking directly at Matt.
"Yes, Alpha." Matt replied quietly. His ears were perked up to hear everything and anything.
"Firstly, I am sure that the girl lying unconscious in our medical wing is my mate." Azraiel said it with the very blank face he has mastered over the years.
A silent gasp left Matt's mouth unwillingly. He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the excitement. That human girl was his Alpha's mate. So, he wasn't mad to want her alive, to protect her. His wolf had sensed it much before he could even imagine such a thing. Now, he knew what his wolf was trying to tell him. The Blue Orchid pack has found his Luna.
He looked at his Alpha and uttered a joyful congrats. He was happy. He truly was. Their mother Luna has arrived.
Azraiel acknowledged him with a curt nod.
"Secondly, I don't want anyone to know who she is," Azraiel said in the same tone as before.
What...Alpha didn't want anyone to know about his mate....but why? He asked the question aloud.
"Because right now, the most important thing is to keep her safe. If our enemies come to know that the Blue Orchid pack has found its Luna, the mate of a trueblood, they will try to harm her. She already has to deal with her shift. I don't want to endanger her life. No one apart from you and I will know about her true identity." Azraiel explained. This time his eyes glazed over with concern for his mate and Matt noticed it immediately. His Alpha was a fun-loving, caring man who loved his pack but he had a habit of keeping a poker face while speaking.
Matt nodded slowly. That makes sense. "Yes, Alpha. No will find out about Luna's identity, but will your wolf be able to control himself for 2 months?" Matt asked the most obvious question.
Azraiel released a deep breath. "He has to Matt, he has to. If he wants his mate alive then he has to control himself for 2 months and maybe even after that." Azraiel had thought about it. She was a human, even if she successfully turned into a werewolf it would take her some time to get accustomed to their lifestyle. As an Alpha, his wolf would be more than eager to mark his mate; especially if there is a chance that she might be in danger.
His Alpha has thought this through, Matt realized.
"Ask Kira to increase the security on pack borders. No one and I repeat no one should be able to breach our defenses. Increase the number of men on night patrols. Ask them to keep an eye on other supernaturals; especially witches. Once she wakes up, I'll start training her for the shift she has to endure. I'll make sure that she is ready for the shift and that she completes the shift. When I am not with her, you are supposed to be with her. From today you are not only mine but her Beta too. You have to make sure that she is safe at all costs at all times." Matt saw his Alpha speak with so much intensity for the first time. His eyes shone with a sparkle of hope and determination. The hope that his other half will survive and the determination that he will not let her die.
"I promise that as long as I am alive, no harm will ever come to her Alpha. I will protect her at all costs." For the first time in his tenure as a Beta, Matt felt a surge of purpose in his veins. It was like a wrong piece in a puzzle has been removed and replaced with a correct one.
"Good. Organize a pack meeting in the evening. Right now, the only person outside our pack that knows about her is the Head coordinator. His pact with our pack forbids him to share this information with others. So, there is no one outside this pack that could possibly know and spread the news of her arrival. I don't want her news to travel outside this pack. No one will speak a word about her to anyone outside the pack." Azraiel was feeling better now. His plans were starting to take shape.
"Yes, Alpha. As you say." Matt nodded along. Alpha has really thought about this in an hour, he thought.
"One more thing Matt, I know the right thing to do would be to form a committee to search about her. But I don't want you to do that right now. It just feels wrong to investigate her while she is lying unconscious in the hospital. My wolf too gets anxious and angry at the thought of someone investigating his mate. I'll ask her whatever I want to know once she wakes up." Azraiel let it out. It was nagging his mind since the moment he left the medical wing. If she was conscious, then he would have asked her everything right at the very moment he found her. But now, he has to wait for her to wake up to even know her name.
Matt left the Alpha's office after discussing the security and their Luna some more. He was both overjoyed and worried as well. Their Alpha deserved every bit of happiness after everything he has endured. He has lived for the pack from the moment he stepped up as an Alpha. Now, it was time for him to live for himself. But, his Luna was bitten. If anything was to happen to her, his Alpha would be crushed. He wouldn't even get to know his mate before losing her. Matt closed his eyes briefly and uttered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess to protect his Alpha and Luna. The Blue Orchid pack has been without a Luna for the past 11 years. It was now their time to finally have their mother.
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Azraiel has just finished his meeting with Kira. He knew she was not satisfied with the information but it was necessary to do so. He didn't tell her about his human. It's not that he didn't trust her, but he couldn't take any risk with her safety. He just asked Kira to increase the security and discussed their other plans regarding the training of the wolves. His wolf has been constantly scratching at him to do something, anything. His mate was lying unconscious and there was nothing he could do. He thought about asking a witch for help but he knew better than to trust their species with such information. He decided to take shower before the pack meeting. He knew his pack members would be confused as hell but they would obey him. He took a shower and left for the packhouse. A few wolves were already gathered in the hall. Azraiel could feel their anticipation
Azraiel dragged the chair near her bed. She really looked like a broken angel. He took her hand in his and started tracing small circles at the back of her hand. His wolf immediately relaxed at the touch of his mate. Although there was a lot on his mind, the thought of holding her in his arms made him forget all his worries at that moment.Azraiel sighed audibly. He had no idea how he would manage this. His wolf was already so excited, would he be able to control himself and stay away from his mate? How would she react to the news of being surrounded by werewolves? Will she leave him after learning that he is a werewolf? Will his wolf allow her to leave? All these questions flashed in a bright neon color in his mind. The scariest one was his mate's reaction to him being a werewolf. He didn't know why she smelled like a supernatural but he couldn't sense a wolf in her. Even now, holding her hand, all he cou
Charlotte.Her name is Charlotte.Azraiel couldn't help but repeat her name over & over again in his head. His wolf purred at the prospect of marking this beautiful woman. He knew that he was staring and she knew that, but he just couldn't help it. Sensing that his mate was getting uncomfortable with his stare, he averted his eyes from her.Azraiel had no idea how to start the conversation. He had been to many grand conferences and meetings of both werewolf and human world and considered himself good at making conversations if not great. But right now sitting in front of his injured mate, he was a hell lot confused as to what to ask first. Should he start with how are you? But he knew she was injured. Maybe do you remember anything? Or should he just leave her to rest for a while?
Azraiel has just finished his internal rant about the well being of his mate. He even rehearsed the lines he would say while revealing his supernatural self to Charlotte. Thinking about what she must be doing right now, he decided to ask his beta to check up on her.Azraiel furrowed his brows when he couldn't get through Matt. It is odd, he thought. Matt almost never blocked him out. Shrugging his shoulders he released a breath and decided to go to the medical wing himself.Azraiel smelled him before he saw him. The air around the medical wing smelled like his beta. He continued to walk until he reached his mate's room. He peeped inside her room from the glass panel in the door. There he was, his beta Matt sitting quite rigidly beside Charlotte's bed. Both of them were quiet, just staring at each other intensely.Al
Azraiel rubbed his palms over his face and leaned back on the chair. He knew this would have happened, yet the tears streaming on her face were making it unbearable for him to just sit there and not hold her, comfort her.The existence of supernatural beings has been unknown to the human world. For them, supernaturals are nothing more than fantasy and fiction but the harsh truth is that in their history, every human that has learned of their existence has done nothing but harm them for their own selfish motives. Hence, in order to protect themselves, the werewolf king had long ago decided to conceal their identities and locations with the help of geographical barriers and magic. This is the very reason that the Blue Orchid pack is located in the depths of Rysterbian forest protected by several layers of magic.Whatever Charlotte just described to him was
Charlotte could see him tense when she finished her sentence. He was now standing beside her bed. Yes, Charlotte has always been a little shy and reserved but whenever she wasn't having a conversation, she was observing; which was mostly all the time. Right now, the man in front of her was trying so hard to pull on a poker face. If it were anyone else, they would have definitely believed him. But, it wasn't just anyone in front of Azraiel, it was Charlotte. Any doubts that she had about these men's 'super naturalism' flew right out of the window the moment she saw his reaction to her calling him an Alpha. Not only Azraiel, but Matt too had reacted the same way; like she shouldn't have known about them. Well, what did they expect? Charlotte removed her eyes from him. She knew he wouldn't leave until he explained everything or until he learned from her everythi
Matt quickly jumped to his feet when he saw his Alpha coming out of his Luna's room. He has been waiting for hours just outside the medical wing for their conversation to end. Although he could very well hear whatever they were talking about, he had decided to respect their privacy and had left them alone. It was around 8 at night and Matt was too eager to know about the next course of action to be taken."Matt...go home, have dinner and meet me in my office in an hour," Azraiel spoke briefly and dashed out of the medical wing. Once again, Matt was unable to deduce anything from his Alpha's face. Deciding that it was worthless to ponder on it, he turned and started walking towards his home, completely aware that a certain someone was following him.He knew she would step put out of the shadows before he could enter his house, so he slowed his pace. As soon as h
Charlotte turned her head towards the clock hanging on the wall. She has been lying awake since 5 in the morning and it was 7 now. The pain in her leg has reduced, thanks to all those medicines she has been taking but it was nowhere near how it used to be. She doubted it would ever be like it used to be. She was sure she wouldn't be able to walk normally before two months. Feeling someone's eyes on her, Charlotte jerked her head towards the door. All she could see was a shadow from the small glass pane, but she had a good idea who it could be. A few seconds later, the door opened and revealed Azraiel. He looked fucking handsome in the classic white button-up shirt paired with black trousers and black shoes. His hair was still damp indicating that he had taken a shower, his eyes were still on the handle of the door and his lips looked incredibly soft. The roll
Aunt Caitlyn sat on the plush sofa in Azraiel’s drawing room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The rich, dark wood of the furniture glinted faintly under the muted glow of the overhead chandelier, and the scent of pinewood from the hearth lingered in the air. She had rushed over in her nightclothes, barely taking the time to throw a coat over her shoulders when Ayleen’s desperate call came.The sound of Ayleen’s sobs still echoed in her ears, and Caitlyn’s heart clenched at the memory. The young woman had flung herself into her arms the moment she stepped through the door, her body trembling with unspoken fears.Now, as she sat in the center of the tension-filled room, Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice how heavy the atmosphere was. Matt and Theo stood to the side, their postures rigid, their expressions grim. Siobhan sat beside Ayleen on the loveseat, murmuring soft reassurances while rubbing her back gently. Ayleen, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, leaned her head against Siobhan
The moonlight cast a faint, silvery glow on the forest path leading to Alana’s house, illuminating the route just enough for Kira to navigate without stumbling. Her boots crunched softly against the dirt, the sound oddly loud in the stillness of the night. She glanced up at the looming trees, their dark branches intertwining above her to form a canopy that swallowed most of the moonlight. It felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. Alana’s house came into view, a small structure perched on the edge of the pack’s territory. Its isolation was deliberate—an unspoken acknowledgment of the unease the pack felt around the witch. Even as she approached, Kira couldn’t help but feel the weight of its placement. It wasn’t just physical distance that separated Alana from the others; it was a barrier of mistrust and fear. Kira slowed her steps, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her thigh. She didn’t expect trouble, but being cautious never hurt. The
Katya tossed aside another of her mother’s journals, letting it fall to the floor with a defeated sigh. The thick stack of ancient leather-bound books was strewn across the room, each one filled with spells, enchantments, and writings about flames of every imaginable color—blue, black, green, even a rare purple. But nowhere, not a single line, had mentioned the mysterious silver flame. It felt as though the answers she sought were just beyond reach, buried beneath years of her mother’s guarded knowledge.Katya rubbed her temples, feeling a growing frustration behind her eyes as she got up from the floor, carefully stepping over a couple of loose pages that had scattered during her search. She wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, where the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock punctuated the otherwise heavy silence of the night. She reached for the coffee pot, her hands moving almost mechanically, measuring out the coffee grou
For the next two hours, various tests were conducted on Charlotte to determine the cause of her condition. They wanted to be certain that she was physically fine before drawing any conclusions. Some of the test results came back normal, and now they were awaiting the others.Dr. Humphrey had checked Charlotte’s vitals earlier—her pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain activity were all normal. Yet, despite these signs of life, Charlotte remained unconscious, as though trapped in a deep slumber. Azraiel lay beside her, his body healing slowly from the burns, but his heart was heavy with worry. The others had left the room to give them space, gathering downstairs in the hall.Katya had left the house altogether, determined to search her mother’s books and journals for anything related to the mysterious silver fire and its effects. Ayleen, who had been inconsolable earlier, reluctantly joined the others after Dr. Humphrey insisted they needed the room to monitor both Charlotte and A
Azraiel’s scream tore through the night as the silver flames licked at his skin, searing his flesh. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt—blinding, all-consuming—but he pushed through it. His grip tightened around Charlotte’s limp body as he lifted her into his arms, ignoring the fire that burned him down to his core. Every breath was a struggle, coming in short, agonized puffs as the heat smothered him, but he refused to let go.He summoned his true-blooded wolf, the primal strength buried deep within him, and let out a howl of pain and anguish that echoed through the walls. The wolf took over, guiding him with a singular focus—protect Charlotte. His feet moved on instinct as he hurried into the room, the flames still biting at his skin, and laid her carefully on their bed.As soon as her body touched the bed, Azraiel collapsed, his knees buckling under the unbearable pain. He hit the floor with a thud, the flames finally retreating, but leaving him scorched, his body covered
Azraiel felt her pain before he heard her voice. The intensity of the headache that slammed through the mindlink sent a sharp jolt of panic through his entire body. He was at the pack border, inspecting the security for Charlotte’s introductory ball with Kira, Matt, and Katya, when it hit him like a physical blow. The agony was overwhelming, and it wasn’t just his own—he could feel Charlotte’s fear pulsing through their bond.Without a word, Azraiel spun on his heels and sprinted towards her, his heart racing with dread. He knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and he couldn't waste another second. Behind him, Matt, Kira, and Katya followed, their footsteps pounding through the woods as they tried to keep up with his pace.Matt’s voice cut through the rush of wind and trees as they ran. “Charlotte left the banquet hall a few hours ago. Ayleen left for home not long after. They must be at your place.”Azraiel heard him, but he couldn’t respond. His mind was racing too fast, his hear
Charlotte stood on the balcony, her arms wrapped around her middle, deep in thought as the cool night air played with the loose strands of her hair. Below her, the maze in the garden glowed with a soft golden hue. Yellow-golden fairy lights had been draped intricately along the maze's borders, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the neatly trimmed hedges. The lights flickered gently in the breeze, their glow stretching out like long fingers that traced across the stone walls of the estate, spilling golden shadows across her face. Her reflection caught in the glass door behind her, her expression drawn, her lips pressed into a thin line of unease.Azraiel had taken charge of the preparations for her ball—her introductory event. As usual, he was meticulous, ensuring every detail was perfect. Charlotte had been busy too, focusing on the decorations and arrangements, but her mind was not with the party. Hours ago, something had happened, something that had shaken her in ways she cou
Matt tossed and turned in his bed, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the room. Sleep was elusive, as his mind replayed the conversation he'd had with Kira just yesterday.“The way you look at her...it’s the same way Theo looks at Samantha and Alpha looks at Luna.” Kira had said.He had laughed it off at the time, but now, in the stillness of the night, the weight of her words pressed down on him. How could he have been so transparent? How could he have let his guard down so easily?Years ago, he and Katya had been inseparable, especially during that rescue mission for Ayleen. They were younger then, driven by adrenaline and the high stakes of their world. It had been easy to mistake the intensity of their connection for something more. And perhaps, back then, it had been more.But they had grown up. They had changed. He wasn’t the same impulsive wolf he’d been, and Katya wasn’t the same mysterious witch who could read his thoughts before he’d
The Blue Orchid packhouse was alive with the hustle and bustle of preparations for the grand ball, an event that drew werewolves from packs far and wide. However, in the quiet confines of Theo’s office, an entirely different kind of preparation was underway.Charlotte, the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and the Alpha of her own unnamed supernatural pack sat poised in one of the plush leather chairs, her sharp eyes fixed on Theo. Samantha, Theo’s mate, sat beside her, her interest piqued by the serious discussion they were about to have. Theo, the Beta of the Blue Orchid pack, stood behind his desk, his presence commanding the room.“The world of werewolf politics is more intricate than it appears,” Theo began, his voice steady and authoritative. “As Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and Alpha of your own, you, Luna, must be well-versed in the dynamics of our world. And Samantha, as my mate, your understanding of these matters is equally important.”Samantha nodded, her curiosity evident. Char