Piper My eyelids flutter open, and the faint ache in my muscles immediately makes itself known. I blink against the dim light, groaning softly as I rub my eyes. My hand brushes against the unfamiliar wires and tubes attached to my body, and I yank them off instinctively with annoyance and unease. A deep breath steadies me, though it does little to erase the weakness coursing through me.As my vision clears, I notice someone sitting in a chair by the window, their back turned to me. The silhouette is familiar, and my heart leaps. “Elijah?” I call out, my voice hoarse but filled with hope and yearning.I remember the dream—or was it a hallucination?—of him standing beside me, his voice low and full of concern. My chest tightens, and the weight of how much I miss him crashes down on me. This distance between us feels unbearable. I wish I could tell him how much he’s starting to mean to me, but the words never seem to come.The figure stirs but doesn’t respond. I swing my legs off the be
Piper"Uh-oh," I mutter, taking a step back from the tension crackling in the air. I force a weak smile and look between Zoe and Ryder, his expression frozen in a mixture of hurt and disbelief, hers like a deer caught in headlights. "You know, I think you two might need some privacy to, uh, talk this through."Zoe doesn’t say a word, just stands there, pale and stiff. Ryder doesn’t even glance at me, his eyes locked on her like he’s waiting for a bomb to go off.I edge past Ryder, avoiding his gaze, and awkwardly slip out the door, pulling it shut behind me. As soon as it clicks into place, I let out a heavy sigh, my head tipping back against the wood."Well, that was... something," I whisper to myself, straightening up and starting down the hall. My thoughts swirl as I walk, imagining what’s happening behind that door.I can’t blame Ryder for being shocked. From what Serena told me, werewolves cherish big families—it’s practically ingrained in their culture. So to hear that your mate
Piper"Please, sit down Zoe. Let’s talk this through.”Her tears filled gaze darts to mine. “What’s there to talk about? He rejected me already!”I take her hands gently, pulling her toward the bed. "Sit down, Zoe. Please," I urge softly. She hesitates, glaring at me for a second, but then she relents and lets me guide her to the edge of the bed. I kneel in front of her, taking her cold hands in mine. “Listen to me. Ryder was angry, okay? He acted on impulse. You blindsided him with something huge, and he didn’t know how to process it.” Her lips part, but I shake my head before she can argue. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He does, Zoe. I see it every time he looks at you and he’ll come to his senses. I’m sure of it.”Her shoulders sag slightly, but her expression remains hard. “He doesn’t love me. If he did, he wouldn’t have said those words.” She looks down at our hands, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe he was shocked,” I counter squeezing her fingers gently. “
Piper I’m curled up on Elijah’s lap, my head pressed against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. His arms wrap securely around me, and I feel like I’m in the safest place in the world, even as the cursed sky above casts dark shadows over the fountain in front of us.“You’ve changed, Piper,” Elijah says suddenly with amusement his voice laced with amusement. I tilt my head up, my brows furrowing in confusion.“Changed how?”His lips twitch into a grin, and his eyes dance with mischief. “You’re not as shy as you used to be. Back in the human world, you’d never sit on my lap like this. You’d turn red just looking me in the eye. Now look at you—clinging to me like a little koala bear.”Wasn’t he the one who suddenly got shy when I kissed him at that bloody Christmas wedding?I narrow my eyes at him, not finding his teasing funny. Instead of answering, I bury my face back into his chest, breathing in his scent—a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely Elijah that alway
PiperThe training yard buzzes with energy as we head to class, but it’s not because of excitement over drills or sparring. It’s the usual whispers about Elijah, and my breath hitches when I hear the annoying giggles.“Did you see him yesterday?” Beatrice’s voice is loud enough for me to catch every word. “Oh my goddess, he’s even more handsome in person.”“Handsome?” Delilah scoffs, flipping her sleek ponytail. “Try eatable. Those shoulders, that jawline... I’d let him throw me across the room any day—or bend me into any position he likes.”The girls around her burst into laughter, their shamelessness gushing, making my blood boil.“Forget throwing,” another voice adds, her voice dripping with longing, and I turn to see it's Leona, of all people, smirking like she owns the world. “I’d happily be tied up if it meant being by his side. He’s wasted on anyone else.”Leona. The same Leona I’d knocked out cold last week for running her mouth about me. Guess her trip to the clinic wasn’t en
Piper’s POVZoe’s hands shove against my shoulders with unexpected force that catches me off guard. “It’s not going to be okay, Piper!” she screams, tears streaming down her face.I stumble back, my boots skidding on the tiled floor. My heart leaps as I nearly lose my balance, but I manage to catch myself by grabbing the edge of a nearby chair.“Can’t you see?" She yells in my face.Her eyes—usually fierce, usually unbreakable—are red-rimmed and glossy, "Nothing is going to be okay!”The cold edge in her voice cuts deeper, and my heart aches as I watch her crumble, her shoulders shaking under the weight of it all.With a deep sigh, I straighten myself. “So what are you going to do?” I ask carefully.Her face shifts in an instant. The vulnerability, the tears, they disappear, replaced by a cold, hard mask that sends a chill through me. Her voice is calm, too calm, like she’s burying her pain deep inside. “I’m going to do what needs to be done.”The finality in her tone makes my heart lu
Elijah’s POVThe warm spray of the shower pelts my skin, but it does little to calm my restless mind. Piper’s scent lingers everywhere, tormenting me, pulling me apart piece by piece. It’s maddening—knowing she’s here, in the same building, so close yet so untouchable. My hand scrubs at my chest absentmindedly, my thoughts spiralling back to the way her lips felt against mine, soft and warm, like honey dripping straight to my soul.Damn Serena for ruining that moment.I bite back a growl, remembering how Piper had pulled away, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment when Serena walked in on us. Serena’s warning had been sharp and precise—keep your distance; don’t let anyone know she’s your mate. For her safety, she’d said. Piper doesn’t even have her wolf yet. But how the hell am I supposed to keep my distance when she’s all I can think about?I slap the shower knob, cutting off the water. This isn’t working. I grab a towel, drying off quickly as a plan forms in my mind. Serena might th
PiperI sit by Zoe's bedside, my fingers laced tightly with hers, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest the only thing keeping me from completely breaking down. It's been four hours since she fell asleep, and with every passing minute, fear gnaws at me. What if she doesn’t wake up? Should I call Ryder? Would she hate me for it?My heart clenches at the thought, but before I can decide, Zoe’s eyelids flutter, and my breath catches in my throat."Zoe?" I whisper, squeezing her hand gently, hoping to reassure her—reassure myself.Her eyes open slowly, hazy and tired, and then... filled with something else. Fear. Dread. Her lips part, and her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and uncertain."Piper... tell me... is the dream right? Tell me I’m not actually pregnant with six children."I swallow the lump in my throat and hold her hand tighter. "I wish it was just a dream, Zoe, but it’s not." I force a shaky smile. "Please... see it as a blessing. It’s a blessing, Zoe. Please."Zoe’s eyes
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