Ayleen tossed in her bed for the nth time. She has been trying to sleep for the past hour but sleep seems to hate her at the moment. If Azraiel was here, she would go to his room and sit on the balcony while he did his work in his room. It has been that way for lord knows how long. Whenever she can’t sleep, she goes to her brother. But now, she needs to be careful to not do that. Though Charlotte treats her like her own sister, it doesn’t mean she’d like Ayleen pestering her mate all the time.Putting the blanket aside, she stands up and makes her way out of the room. After drinking a glass of water, she decides to go out and walk a little.Ayleen smells him before she sees him.“Matt?”He steps out of the shadows.“What are you doing here?” Ayleen asked confused as to why the pack Beta is here.“Uh- don’t get angry and don’t tell Charlotte! Um, Alpha wanted me to guard the house tonight.” He scratches his neck.Ayleen should’ve known.“And there’s absolutely no way that you are going
Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before. He left whatever he could obtain from the library with his driver that accompanied him to the King's Castle and decided to run on feet. It'd take him almost 12 hours to reach the pack if he drives. He just hopes that he reaches there on time and Charlotte doesn't have to suffer much. Usually, wolves meet their mates after they shift and hence they go into heat after their shift. But there was never anything usual with Charlotte to begin with. She hasn't shifted yet but she is in heat and the worst thing is that she might not know what's actually happening to her. Her body is craving the touch of her mate and the pain wouldn't subside till it gets it. For wolves the primal animalistic instincts are normal,
“Char-Charlotte!” Azraiel calls her name as she steps out of the tub dripping water on the floor. He quickly grabs a towel and wraps it around her. His heart stops as she looks up and grins. She literally drags him to the bedroom. “Charlotte, Are you sure? May-Maybe it’s the pain?” Azraiel asks as she pushes him onto the bed. “Stop!” She frowns and puts her hands on her hips. “Stop pushing me away!” Azraiel senses that he had upset her and sits up. “N-no..” He is cut off mid-sentence. “I know what you are doing,” Charlotte says and sits beside him on the bed. “I know you think I am doing this to relieve myself of the pain but I’m not. Sure, I’m in pain, it hurts like a fucking bitch but I have wanted to complete the mating way before that!” He was about to open his mouth but she stopped him-again. “I am not made of glass! I know you are afraid that you’ll hurt me, but that’s just impossible! You are possibly the only person I trust so blindly, Azraiel.” Her throat clogs up as s
Azraiel and Charlotte didn’t leave their home the whole day. They fucked, slept, and ate, and then did it all over again.It was like all the pent-up sexual frustration of Azraiel and Charlotte was finally let loose and they couldn’t help it. They spent the whole day cocooned in their love bubble, forgetting all the problems for a day.But it was Monday now, and they had no choice but to come out of their love nest.Azraiel unwillingly woke Charlotte up for her training session and made her work extra hard because of her missed sessions in the past few days. After their training session, Azraiel and Charlotte quickly showered together and Azraiel kissed his mate goodbye and left for the office. Charlotte went back to her routine and started preparing for her next session, taking time in between to journal and read the books about the species. Azraiel and Charlotte stayed up late at night talking about her shift and the various possibilities. She also told him about the headaches and w
Charlotte agreed!Charlotte agreed to meet the red-eyed wolves with Azraiel being present there!Azraiel thought she’d want to meet them alone but she agreed without a question, and he was glad.Azraiel was fucking glad that she didn’t fight him on this.He had communicated with the red-eyed wolves and they agreed to meet in the woods outside the pack borders tomorrow, not in Azraiel’s territory and neither in theirs.Azraiel was slightly worried about what he’d find there but he wasn’t going to tell Charlotte that.Theo, Katya and Azraiel have been reading books after books and journals after journals to find something useful. Till now they haven’t found that directly gives them any information about Charlotte’s situation but there have been instances of hybrids all over the centuries. Some of them were scary, some not. There was another thing that came to light.The red-eyed creatures!Azraiel hadn’t heard about them before in his lifetime. But, like Kira’s father’s journal describe
Charlotte spent some time with Kira today and the respect she had for her grew even more. That woman was agile and quick. She was actually glad that Azraiel asked her to train Charlotte. After they trained, they talked about the general matters and Kira narrated a few storied from her training days to boost Charlotte’s confidence and she was grateful. This evening, Charlotte baked a cake and since Kira loved the one she served her after training, so she decided to give her some. Ayleen and Charlotte walked to Kira’s house to give her the cake. It was also Charlotte’s way of making her a friend. Ayleen knocked once and then twice when no one opened the door. The sky turned dark a few minutes ago and Ayleen said that Kira must be home by now. Ayleen frowned when Kira didn’t open the door on the third knock while Charlotte stood there silently. Ayleen moved a step aside and pressed the doorbell. “What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked as Ayleen’s face grew white and tense. “I-She should’ve
Charlotte quickly prepared the food and called Azraiel. He came within minutes and took her to Kira's house. They rode in silence but her mind kept asking questions and she literally had to bite her tongue so that she wouldn't say something that'd upset him. When they reached her house, Theo was sitting on the sofa seeming to be lost in thought and since there was no one else there, she assumed Matt and Ayleen were with Kira. Theo glanced up when he heard them come in. "Hey! Thanks for bringing food!" He smiled sadly at her. "I'm happy to help." She said and carried the containers to the kitchen while Azraiel said, "I'll check on her and come back." Charlotte nodded and started emptying the containers. Theo joined her in the kitchen and started helping her silently. She felt anxious in the kitchen, as if she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. As if she is intruding into something that she isn't supposed to know. Nevertheless, keeping her mate in mind, she served food fo
Charlotte sighed as she put her clothes on. It was currently nine in the morning of the day of their meeting with the red eyed wolves. Last night, Azraiel, Matt, Theo and Ayleen stayed at Kira’s while she came back to Azraiel’s home. She wanted to stay there with them but she also felt like she was intruding. So, she swallowed her wish and came back.To be honest, she has been feeling weird ever since Theo told her about Kira’s past. It made her go into an overthinking mode. These people may be different from each other but they are united by one thing.Pain.It’s not like others don’t go through pain, everyone does. But their pain was bound by one event and hence, they were all connected by some invisible thread of agony and understanding.She couldn’t sleep last night. Her mind was going to and fro thinking about Kira and the red eyed creatures and she couldn’t help but wonder how she came here and is still alive.At 5in the morning, Charlotte received a call from Azraiel. Kira was
The silence that followed Daniel’s call was as thick as fog. Everyone sat in contemplative unease, their thoughts spiraling into the abyss of uncertainties. Silver flames had been sighted 22 years ago—just a year after the devastating fire at the king’s palace, the same fire that claimed the lives of the werewolf royalty. Could these two events be connected? The implications of such a connection were as vast as they were terrifying.Azraiel’s drawing room felt heavier than ever, the weight of worry and exhaustion palpable in the air. Kira shifted uncomfortably, her gaze moving to the grandfather clock ticking loudly in the corner. Every second seemed to stretch into eternity.Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking open broke the tension. Everyone’s heads snapped toward the staircase, alert and apprehensive.Theo and Matt bolted to their feet, rushing up the stairs.“Azraiel?” Theo’s voice carried a mix of relief and worry as he spotted the Alpha slowly descending the stairs.Azraiel w
The weight of responsibility bore down on Daniel as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with calloused hands. The room around him was dimly lit, with the flickering glow of a solitary desk lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound accompanying his tumultuous thoughts.He had just returned to his office after a grueling day spent ensuring the security of the forest surrounding the Blue Orchid pack. Every minute had been a whirlwind of meetings, coordination, and checks, with one goal in mind: to eliminate any potential threats before the ball. The gathering of so many Alphas and Lunas in one place was a political and logistical nightmare. It was a powder keg waiting for a spark.And now this.The phone call from Caitlyn had left him shaken. He stared blankly at the pile of papers on his desk, unable to focus on any of it. The words "silver flames" echoed in his mind, each syllable slicing through his thoughts like a blade.
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