Really really sorry for not updating for so long. I had to move out of my house urgently due to some circumstances. Moving to a new city has been a hassle and stressful for the past few days. Hopefully, I'll be able to update multiple chapters at a time soon! Happy Reading!
Charlotte put on her best dress today. She will be leaving soon to meet her pack. Her pack! Somehow it didn’t feel weird to say that. In fact, it came to her naturally. As if she has been waiting for this for a long time. She was nervous of course but excited as well. All her life, she has craved for that family, for the love, the respect and she found it in the Blue Orchid pack, in Azraiel and others, but it just wasn’t the same. She was still an outsider in the pack, but with red eyed wolves, it would be different. She was not someone’s mate there but the Alpha. Sure, those people are practically strangers, but she can’t help but feel the connection. Even her wolf seems to trust them. That should be a good sign, right? “Ready?” Azraiel walks into the room. He looks dashing as always. Dressed in a light blue shirt and black pants, he looks nothing less than a model. “Yeah..” Charlotte mutters breathlessly. Azraiel offers his hand and Charlotte takes it smiling at him. They walk
Nicholas introduces each and every member of their unnamed pack to Charlotte. She smiles, says a few words and repeats it all over again. The people are respectful but cautious and she can’t blame them. These people have been hiding for years in hopes of meeting their Alpha and now it is revealed it is none other than some girl they had no idea existed.Soon, the line comes to an end and the only person left is a woman of her age, the very one Theo was staring at earlier.Or rather was still staring at.“Alpha, this is Samantha Andrews. She is one of our best trackers.” Nicholas introduces her.“Hello, Samantha.” Charlotte smiles at her, instantly liking the vibes coming off her.“Hello, Alpha. I’m so glad we finally found you.” Samantha’s voice is a bit deeper than she is used to hearing from females, though not deeper than hers. Her red eyes flash as she bows her head.“And I’m glad to meet you.” Charlotte wants to talk more to her, to get to know her but as of now, she has no idea
Azraiel was talking to Matt when he heard Charlotte’s voice through the mindlink. She sounded distressed and was asking him to come to her.He left everything and rushed towards Theo’s office. Just as he was about to barge in, he heard him say something. Something that made him stop in his tracks.“She can’t be my mate because my mate is dead.”What the actual fuck!Just a second later, Theo stormed out of the room and rushed out towards the woods. His wolf was out of control.Azraiel went inside to see Charlotte sitting on the chair frozen like in a trance.“Charlotte?” He softly calls her name.A gasp escapes her lips as she turns to look at him.“Th-Theo..” Her face says it all.“yeah…I-I heard.” Azraiel says and takes a seat beside her.“Did you know?” Charlotte asks sadly.“No. He-He never told me.” Azraiel sighs. “And he never would have if we didn’t question him today.”Charlotte nods.He knows what she is thinking because he is thinking about it too.Questions!When the hell d
Charlotte sighs and leans back in her bed. It has been a hectic and busy day for her. With the Head coordinator arriving tomorrow, she has been busy with the preparations.She visited Kira yesterday and though she looked healthy, her mind looked like it was somewhere else. Ayleen has been staying with Kira and will continue to do so until she is fully recovered.Even though Charlotte has been busy with work, her mind still found time to think about Theo.Theo…Theo…Theo…He has been avoiding her and Azraiel. Even Matt approached him but was ignored ruthlessly. All of them have been trying to talk to him but he has closed himself off in a shell. He has blocked them on mindlink and he vanishes as soon as any of them tries to talk to him. At the end, they have decided to give him some space and leave him alone for the time being.And then there is Charlotte and her wolf!Yesterday she had another episode. Yeah, she thought she was done with that but apparently, she wasn’t. This time it wa
Azraiel observes Daniel Scott keenly as he sips on his coffee. He has known this man all his life and yet there is so much about him that he doesn’t know. For starters, who is his mate? Does he have a family of his own? How the hell does he knows everything he isn’t supposed to know? Today, he introduced Charlotte to him as his mate and he just said that he already knows. Upon asking the ‘how’ he said that it’s a long story. Right now, Charlotte, Azraiel and Daniel Scott were sitting in his office at the packhouse. He has been talking about useless topics for the past hour, clearly trying to avoid narrating the so-called ‘long story’. Also, the reason for his visit to the pack is still unclear since he hasn’t discussed anything that could be termed as ‘urgent’ which clearly his visit was. “So…Don’t get me wrong. I love that you are here, but you never visit any pack. Why now?” Azraiel asks as he watches him lower his cup on the table. “Why…Can I not visit you? I know I haven’t vis
Charlotte and Azraiel look at each other with a ton of questions in their eyes.A Prophecy!What the hell is going on?“I know what you are thinking.” Daniel’s voice breaks their eye contact.“You had no idea a prophecy like that existed. Well..” He sighs and leans back, “You were really young at that time and we all dismissed it since we never could have imagined you as a Trueblood back then…but now, it all makes sense.”“Are you sure there is no copy of the rest of it?” Charlotte asks.“No…I mean I don’t know. I have searched the records at King’s palace. I have also searched the records at the astrologer’s place but it isn’t there. I wish I could remember what it said but honestly, the astrologer said a lot of things and none of them had come true, so we just didn’t pay any attention to it.”“So….you are here to tell me about the prophecy?” Azraiel asks Daniel. He is grateful for the information but he could have summoned Azraiel for this. Why visit his pack when he has never done
Charlotte feels her stomach drop as Azraiel and her walk towards the woods. They were sitting in Azraiel’s office at the packhouse with Daniel when suddenly Azraiel started gasping.Daniel and Charlotte were shocked to see him in pain. She rushed to him and gave him some water while rubbing his back.“Azraiel..What happened?” Charlotte asked him.“Kira..” He gulped. “I think Josh rejected her.”Charlotte gasped involuntarily.SO much pain!Azraiel stood up, his eyes showing the anger he was feeling. He picked up his phone and called someone. Her best guess was that he was calling Josh.And she was right …“Who the hell do you think you are?” Azraiel shouted in the phone and Daniel quietly went out of the room.“Right…right….You had no right… absolutely NO RIGHT to put her through that pain….that too so all of a sudden. Do you have any idea what she has been through in the past few days?” Azraiel was red in the face, his eyes glaring into space as he walked back and forth, working hims
After what happens at the lake, the whole pack sympathizes with Kira, mourns her loss and theirs. As the crowd disperses, Charlotte and Azraiel make their way to the packhouse. Daniel left the room when Azraiel received Josh’s call. He must have been waiting for them. They enter the office and Azraiel calls Daniel to ask if they can continue their conversation. He answers a yes and agrees to come to the office in five minutes. “I’ve asked Ayleen to not leave Kira alone.” Charlotte says to Azraiel. He nods. “I wish I would have killed Josh when he was here.” Charlotte doesn’t say anything. It is a sensitive topic and she already feels like an outsider in this matter. They sit in silence, both wondering about what happened and what is to come next. Soon, Daniel arrives and takes a seat. “Is Kira alright?” He asks Azraiel. Charlotte almost forgot that Daniel knows them all. “She will be. We’ll make sure of that.” Azraiel answers. Charlotte nods and turns to Azraiel. “Therians…I
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