PiperMy hand juts out and grabs Elijah's jacket with the force of my wolf's takeover, sending him slamming back against the wall of the hallway. His golden eyes are wide as he stares back at me with the same hunger.“Hello, mate,” my wolf purrs in my voice, and I watch behind her eyes as his eyes darken significantly, gritting his jaw so tight, almost like he was holding himself back.“You're not Piper,” Elijah forces out through gritted teeth, his molten gaze glued on my face as my lips involuntarily tugged up in a slow smirk.“Damn right I'm not,” she hissed, offended that Elijah could think it was me and not her. I feel my fingers roam the broad expanse of his chest, and he lets me, his gaze never straying from mine as my wolf dares to brush my fingertips against his hardness.He inhales a sharp breath, his arms winding around my waist and slamming my body against his. I could feel the hard contours of his chest pressed against mine, the heat of his body dulling the persistent ach
I lie on my side, watching Elijah sleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest in sync with his steady breathing. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breaths mingling in the cool night air. My fingers gently trace the mark on my neck, the place where his teeth had sunk into me, claiming me, binding me to him in a way that still feels unreal. I can't believe it. I'm marked.I'm his.I swallow, my mind racing. Does this mean I'll turn soon? When does it happen? I'm so nervous.I remember reading from that book Zoe had given me: Turning into your wolf naturally is more painful than being marked by your mate.A small smile tugs at my lips. Maybe I got lucky after all. If the book is right, the pain won’t be as bad since Elijah marked me first. I exhale in relief, but just as I start to relax, my wolf’s voice hisses through my mind, slicing through my thoughts coldly."I hate to be the one to break it to you, human."I freeze, my stomach dropping. Oh no."But that only happens if t
“Answer me, Piper." Anna’s voice is sharp as she steps forward, and for some reason, I find myself instinctively stepping back, swallowing the thick lump forming in my throat.Her eyes narrow into slits, and I blink, struggling to comprehend why the usually quiet, almost shy girl is now radiating such an unsettling intensity. The fire burning in her glowing yellow eyes brings back Zoe’s warning.I lift my chin. “What’s your business?” I ask, trying to sound indifferent, but my voice comes out a little shaky.Anna’s glare intensifies, and she takes another step closer, a predatory look on her face. “Why aren’t you answering my fucking question? Where the hell have you been?” She snaps, her voice dripping with accusation.My wolf snarls in my head, a low, frustrated growl vibrating through me."Who the fuck does she think she is? Punch her face already?"I take a deep breath, pushing my wolf down before she does something reckless. “I don’t have to answer to you, Anna.” I force a calm to
Elijah's POVMy gaze sweeps over the sea of confused and frustrated faces. The women whisper among themselves, their eyes darting around as they search for answers, desperate to figure out who my mate is—an answer only I know.I can see the disappointment flickering in their expressions, the way their hopeful smiles falter. I don’t blame them. They’ve spent months training, dreaming, and hoping to be chosen, misled by my stepmother’s carefully laid plans—or should I say Serena’s schemes? And now, with just a few words, I’ve shattered their illusions.But I don’t care. My eyes are locked onto one person—Piper.She stands stiffly in the crowd, her shoulders tense as if bracing for a storm. Her brown eyes are wide and wary, lips pressed into a thin line. Ever since I walked in, I haven't been able to take my eyes off her, especially after what we shared—after I marked her. But she refuses to meet my gaze. Even so, I can feel her through our bond—the nervous energy thrumming beneath her
PiperI push through the crowd of women pouring out of the training hall, my breathing ragged. The only thing on my mind is putting as much distance between myself and Anna as possible.How had I been so blind to Anna’s manipulative behaviour? The obsession in her eyes, the way she spoke of Elijah like he belonged to her... the way she looked at me as if I were nothing more than an obstacle in her way. The fact that I had trusted her, even for a moment, sends a shudder down my spine.Keep your enemies close.I mumble quick apologies as I shove past the other women, not caring if they’re offended. My feet don’t stop until I reach my room. I need to think.My fingers fumble with the doorknob, desperate to shut out the world—to shut her out. But just as I push the door closed, something stops it.My eyes widen, and I glance down to see a foot wedged between the door and the frame.A slow, mocking voice reaches my ears. "Why does it feel like you’re running from me, dear Piper?"I snap my
Piper’s POV"You little—"Zoe's face turns a furious shade of red, and before I can react, she charges forward, her fist already swinging. Anna yelps, attempting to scurry behind me for protection, but she’s too slow. I do the only logical thing—I shove her forward.The impact is brutal.Zoe’s punch connects with Anna’s mouth so hard that I hear the sickening crack before I see two small, bloody white objects fly across the room and clatter onto the floor. Her teeth.Anna staggers backward, eyes wide with shock and pain, her hand flying to her lips.I bite my lip, trying—really trying—not to laugh.Zoe flexes her knuckles, tilting her head with a smug grin. "Oh, I have been waiting to do that for a long-ass time." She smirks at Anna. Anna groans, bent over, her hands shaking as she fumbles to pick up her fallen teeth. Her face is beet red—part from the pain, part from pure humiliation. Straightening up, she glares daggers at Zoe. Her breath comes in sharp, uneven pants, and I know sh
The woman bares her bloody teeth, the remnants of her gruesome meal dripping from her lips. And then—She lunges.A scream claws its way up my throat, but fear chokes it down. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, stumbling backward, feet digging into the dirt as I turn to run—But she’s fast.Too fast.I barely make it two steps before a gust of wind howls behind me. I look over my shoulder—And my stomach drops.She’s flying.Her body hovers above the ground, long white hair whipping in the wind as she glides toward me like a nightmare given form. Before I can react, a force slams into my back, sending me crashing to the earth with bone-rattling impact.Pain explodes through my ribs. A strangled cry rips from my lips as my body jars against the unforgiving ground.She’s on top of me in an instant.Gnarled, claw-like fingers dig into my shoulders, pinning me down with unnatural strength. Her breath reeks of decay as she leans in, her hollow eyes boring into mine. The weight of
Elijah's eyes never leave mine, and I nod slowly, feeling the unease crawl up my spine. “Yes… her hair was white and long.” I swallow hard, still shaken, my fingers curling against my arms. “And the most shocking part? I could swear she called my name. Piper. Like she knew me.”His breath catches, and I see the muscles in his jaw tighten. Without hesitation, he steps closer, his large hands enveloping mine in a firm yet gentle grip. “Don’t worry, Piper. I’ll get to the bottom of this." His voice is filled with promises. "I’ll find out who she is and what she wants.”His touch is grounding, but my mind keeps drifting back to that horrifying image. I nod, struggling to shake the memory, but before I can say anything else, Elijah suddenly lifts me into his arms.A gasp escapes me as my hands instinctively clutch his bare chest. My heart pounds—not just from shock but also from the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips, the solid muscle beneath my palm. A flush creep up my neck as I beco
Elijah’s POV I arrive at the location, my jaw tightening the moment I recognize it. Of course, it had to be here—our father’s mansion. The man barely sets foot in the human world anymore, but this place still reeks of memories I’d rather bury six feet under. I should’ve known Nicholas would run straight to the only man who ever indulged his darkness. I don’t bother knocking. The front door is unlocked, swinging open with an eerie creak. The house is silent, unnaturally so, like no one’s lived here in years. But I know better. The stench of death lingers in the air, unmistakable, leading me like a beacon. Nicholas. I follow the scent, step after step, down the long, dimly lit hallway. My fingers itch to unsheath my claws, but I force them to stay human. I don’t need my wolf for this—I just need to end it. Then, I see the door slightly ajar at the end of the hall. My heartbeat slows, steady and controlled, as I push it open. Nicholas sits slumped in a chair, his head hanging low,
Elijah stands at the head of the dining table, looking effortlessly handsome. My parents pause for a moment, taking him in, and I don’t miss the way my mother’s breath hitches, or the way Paige’s eyes widen slightly.I smirk, stepping forward. “Mum, Dad, meet my mate—”I catch my slip and quickly correct myself. “I mean, my husband.”Elijah’s lips twitch with amusement as he extends a hand. “Elijah,” he introduces himself smoothly, his deep voice like silk. His gaze is sharp yet undeniably charming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”My mother stares at him like he’s a god. “He’s so… handsome.” She exhales shakily. “I’ve never seen anyone with such deep blue eyes…”I flick my gaze to Paige, whose jaw is slightly slack as she drinks in Elijah’s presence. A slow smirk spreads across my face as I lean back. “What about Greg?” I ask innocently. “Didn’t invite him for dinner? Oh, I bet he’s too busy running away with Mum and Dad’s fortune.” I laugh, a sharp, hollow sound, wiping an imagina
The bar is dimly lit, filled with the stale scent of alcohol and desperation. I weave through the crowd, my sharp gaze scanning every face, every shadowed corner.Then I hear it.A sharp, sickening slap.My ears perk up, my werewolf senses sharpening, and the unmistakable sound of a man's leering voice cuts through the noisy bar.“Come on, sweetheart. Just be nice to me.”“No—let go of me!” a familiar voice protests, laced with exhaustion and humiliation.I snap my head in the direction of the voice and my breath catches in my throat when I see her.Paige.But she’s unrecognizable. Her once-bright blonde hair is dull and faded, her face hollow and tired, her once-proud stance reduced to something small and beaten down. She looks like a ghost of herself.A filthy man with a bulging stomach and greasy hands grips her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he smirks down at her. His other hand lifts again, about to strike—I move.Before his hand makes contact, I shoot forward with in
Elijah takes my hands, his thumb running slowly over my knuckles."Are you ready?"We stand before his massive black wolf painting, the creature’s eyes glowing faintly, watching us—as if aware, as if waiting. This journey is different. This time we are leaving Zoe and Ryder in charge of the pack until we return.I swallow, my gaze flickering to the new painting beside it—my wolf. My own portal to the human world. It still feels surreal knowing I now have access to both worlds. No longer just a human. No longer powerless."Yeah… just nervous," I admit.Elijah’s lips curl into a soft smile. "You’ll be fine, my Luna."His voice drops to a low, melodic hum as he begins to chant, the ancient words rolling off his tongue like a song only wolves understand."Na'vethar ka vethril, se'reythar ka mor'zhil dharani."(Open the gate, reveal the path to the mortal realm.)The moment the words leave his lips, the painting in front of us trembles, the canvas rippling like water disturbed by a stone.
Elijah Two weeks have passed, and yet, I still replay that moment in my head—Piper standing in front of my pack members, fierce and unyielding, defending me with every ounce of fire in her. My mate. My Luna.I should have forced them all to their knees, made them submit with my Alpha command, or cast them out into the streets for their disrespect. But I didn’t. Because I understand their frustration. I know why they acted the way they did. And that’s the difference between a tyrant and a true leader.That doesn’t mean my patience isn’t wearing thin.Right now, I’m sitting at the head of the long council table, my fingers drumming against the polished wood, as the elders argue amongst themselves like a bunch of squabbling hens. My jaw tightens. They’ve been pushing me, testing me, thinking I’ll break under their bullshit.Elder Marcus, the smug bastard, leans forward with a smirk. "Alpha Elijah, the two weeks are up. There has been no announcement of a pregnancy, which means—""Which
PiperThe crowd erupts into laughter—not just a few chuckles or scattered snickers, but a full-blown roar of amusement, as if I’ve just told the most ridiculous joke of the century.The elderly woman who spoke first sneers, her wrinkled face twisting with disdain. “Respect?” she repeats mockingly. “Alpha Elijah doesn’t deserve our respect anymore. He abandoned us for five years—five years while the curse took hold of our people. And now, he waltzes back in as if nothing happened?" Her gaze shifts to Elijah, her expression a mix of contempt and sorrow. "Where was he when we needed him?"The hostility in the air is suffocating.Elijah’s jaw clenches, but he remains silent. Beside him, Ryder looks ready to pounce, his hands curled into tight fists at the blatant disrespect toward his Alpha.Another elder, a man with a hunched back and eyes clouded with age but still burning with resentment, raises his voice. "We suffered. How many years have passed without us seeing our children and gran
Piper’s POVLast night was hell.Even with the walls separating us, I could hear Zoe crying. The sound of it seeped into my bones, and no matter how much I tried to shut it out, it clung to me, thick and heavy. Her pain was suffocating. My heart ached for her, and I cried too—maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just because I couldn’t stand hearing her break like that.When I woke up, my eyes were swollen, and my head pounding from the lack of sleep. Elijah had told me Ryder finally broke the news to Zoe about her babies, and since then, she hadn’t stopped crying. At one point, I even wished I wasn’t a werewolf, that I was still human—because then I wouldn’t have to hear every gut-wrenching sob.Now, as I step out into the cold morning air, I wipe my swollen eyes and make my way toward the entrance of the Luna Court. Elijah had told me we’d be leaving today, that I didn’t need to pack—not that I had much to begin with. Honestly, I was relieved to leave this place behi
Piper’s POVI sprint down the hallway, my breaths coming in sharp, panicked bursts. The walls blur past me, the thick scent of antiseptic and blood clinging to the air, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.Please, let Zoe be okay. Let the babies survive.The thought of her lifeless, her babies lost forever to Serena’s dark magic, squeezes my heart, making it harder to breathe.I push through the clinic doors, and the sight before me makes my stomach drop.Zoe lies on the hospital bed, pale and fragile, her body covered in wires and IV drips. Ryder is sitting beside her, his large hand cradling hers, his thumb gently stroking her skin as if his touch alone could keep her anchored to this world.A sob escapes my lips before I can stop it.Ryder’s head snaps up, his tired eyes meeting mine. His face is etched with grief, exhaustion lining every sharp angle of his jaw. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgement before pressing a lingering kiss to Zoe’s knuckles. Then, he carefully places her
Her scream reverberates through the walls, sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. But I stay pressed against the cold surface, keeping up the act.Serena glares, her chest rising and falling. “I have lived a thousand years,” she hisses. “And I am so close to becoming truly immortal. If I have to destroy all of you a thousand times to get there, then so be it.”She gestures toward Zoe with a flick of her wrist. “Your friend and her unborn children? They’ll give me, what? A hundred years at most? But you, Piper…”She steps closer, her cold breath ghosting against my skin.“The baby growing inside of you… your soul…” She smirks, her voice dropping to a whisper, laced with something dark and triumphant. “That will unlock my immortality.”My entire body goes still.Did she just say…?I have a baby growing inside me?I’m pregnant? Right now?Fuck.A lump rises in my throat as I lift my gaze to Zoe. She meets my eyes with a tired, sad smile—a silent congratulations, though she looks like s