~NoahI stood frozen, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. Otsana was walking toward me, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made everything else blur. In that moment, it felt like the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of us.From the first time I saw her, I knew. She was my mate. She awakened something deep inside me, a feeling so strong and unfamiliar it scared me.The room fell silent, the kind of silence that felt heavy, like every single person was holding their breath, watching. My thoughts were a whirlwind, unable to settle or make sense of the storm inside me.Time seemed to slow. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and each breath felt like a struggle. It was as if the world had stopped, waiting. But then, just as quickly, the moment broke.Otsana’s expression changed. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she glanced at the crowd. Suddenly, realization washed over her, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “No, no! This can’t b
~OtsanaAs Noah turned to leave, my gaze fell back to Ralph, his body limp and bleeding in my arms. His usually strong frame was now frail, his breaths shallow and uneven. “Ralph, please,” I begged, my voice breaking with emotion. Tears blurred my vision as I clutched him tighter. “You need help. Let me take you to the physician. Please, Ralph.” He weakly shook his head, his movements barely noticeable. Blood stained his lips as he struggled to speak, each word a painful gasp. “Otsana… don’t… please…” His voice was barely a whisper, fading with every syllable. My chest tightened, panic clawing at my throat. “Callan!” I screamed, my voice slicing through the murmurs of the shocked crowd. Callan appeared, his face pale with horror as he stared at Ralph’s battered body. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. “Help me!” I shouted, my voice shaking with desperation. “We need to get him to the physician! Callan, please!” Snapping out of his daze, Callan knelt bes
~OtsanaThe small maid quarters felt colder than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching my knees to my chest, tears streaming down my face. Noah’s words echoed in my mind, each one a blade slicing through my heart. He had left . The mate bond we shared felt like a curse, chaining me to someone who could tear me apart so effortlessly.A soft knock on the door broke my thoughts. Before I could answer, Kate and a few of the other maids bustled in, chatting animatedly.“Did you hear?” one of them began, her voice filled with excitement. “Otsana’s mated to the Lycan King, Noah!”Kate’s face lit up. “Is it true? Are you really mated to him, Otsana?”The other maids chimed in, their voices overlapping with congratulations and hushed awe. But then, they noticed me. Kate’s smile faltered as her eyes fell on the tears staining my cheeks.“Oh, Otsana,” Kate whispered, rushing to sit beside me. “I’m so sorry. We heard… we heard about what happened to Ralph.”The others murmured their agre
~RalphThe morning came too quickly, dragging with it the weight of what was to come. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the pale light filtering through the curtains. The warmth pressed against my chest made me hesitate to move. Otsana was still asleep, her head resting on me, her breath soft and steady. Her hair spilled over my skin, and the faint scent of her comforted me in ways I hadn’t realized I needed.I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. For a moment, I let myself forget the battle waiting outside these walls, focusing instead on the peaceful look on her face. It wouldn’t last long. A loud noise shattered the silence—voices, heavy footsteps, and the distinct clang of weapons. The sound pulled me from the moment, and Otsana stirred, mumbling something incoherent as her brow furrowed. A sharp knock on the door followed, jarring us both fully awake."Who is it?" I called out, my voice gruff with sleep."It’s Callan, Alpha," came the reply, firm and steady."C
~OtsanaThe morning sun slanted through the tall, narrow window, casting thin rays across the ornate room Ralph had given me. It was beautiful, too beautiful, with its rich mahogany furniture and soft, cream-colored drapes that fluttered gently with the breeze. A large bed sat at the center of the room, covered with white linens and dark-blue pillows that matched the carpet. I had never had a space so grand, so... regal. But now, it felt more like a prison.I paced the length of the room, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Every few steps, I would pause to peek through the window, straining to see what was happening in the clearing below. The roar of voices and the clash of weapons reached my ears, even from this distance. A chill settled in my chest when I saw Ralph, limping as he fought off a group of Grayson’s men. I sucked in a sharp breath. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the window, willing my mind to slow, to stop spiraling with thoughts of what c
~OtsanaThe sound of shouts and the heavy stomping of boots made my blood run cold. Adrenaline surged through me as I searched for an opening, a way out of this madness. The rogues were closing in, and I knew I needed to move. I pivoted, eyes scanning for an escape route. The window was my best chance, but the rogues were already surrounding me, blocking my every move.“Move, Otsana!” I whispered desperately to myself, but before I could take a step, one of the rogues lunged forward, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. I stumbled, landing hard on the floor, the impact knocking the air out of me. “Got her!” one of them shouted, the edge of his voice sharp with victory.“Take her,” another rogue sneered, the smell of sweat and dirt mingling with the foul scent of blood. I tried to scramble to my feet, but the sharp pain in my side left me gasping. They were too strong, too many. As they pulled me up, I overheard their whispered conversation, low enough that they thought I couldn’t
~RalphThe battlefield was a nightmare. I could barely lift my paws as I limped through the carnage, my wolf form drenched in the blood of both my enemies and my fallen pack. My flank ached with a burning pain where a blade had slashed me earlier. The stench of death and smoke filled my nostrils, and I staggered over the lifeless bodies of men I had fought beside for years. My warriors. My brothers. They were gone. I turned in circles, scanning the ground around me, my chest heaving with exhaustion and anger. Everywhere I looked, my men lay lifeless, their eyes staring blankly at the darkened sky. My pack, my family, reduced to nothing but corpses scattered across the battlefield.A guttural roar escaped my throat. I howled into the night sky, the sound raw and broken, echoing my despair. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. How had we lost? How had I let it come to this? My claws dug into the blood-soaked dirt, my vision swimming with rage and sorrow. My ears twitched at the so
~OtsanaI stirred awake, the cold floor beneath me unforgiving against my skin. My body ached from the restraints, the ropes digging into my wrists and ankles. The room was damp and smelled of mildew, and the faint light filtering through a crack in the door was my only source of hope.A loud clatter startled me, and my head shot up. The door creaked open, and someone tossed a metal plate onto the floor. The food on it was meager—stale bread and a small piece of cheese—but my stomach growled at the sight of it. “Please…” I croaked, my voice hoarse from lack of water and crying. “Please, let me go.” The figure in the doorway didn’t respond immediately. I could barely make out his features, but his silhouette was imposing, his posture rigid. Finally, he stepped forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor. “Shut up,” he snapped, his tone cold and devoid of any empathy. “You don’t even know what’s coming for you yet. That’s why you’re still talking.” My heart skipped a beat
~OtsanaThe garden was peaceful, a sharp contrast to the storm raging in my mind. My feet dragged me along the stone path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath me echoing louder than it should. Noah’s words played on a loop, haunting me. Abort the baby. The phrase cut deeper every time I thought of it. I paused and placed my hand protectively over my belly. “No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No matter what, I will protect you.” My hand lingered, and I could almost feel the faintest flutter from within, as if the baby was agreeing with me. A weak smile formed on my lips. “Ralph,” I murmured, tears streaming down my face. “We have a bundle of joy now. Where are you? Come save us.” The plea hung in the air, but the silence that followed felt suffocating. Reality crashed down on me—I was alone. The mansion’s security was tight. Even if Ralph somehow managed to get here, how would he break in? How would he get to me and take us away? I sank onto the edge of a stone bench, the weight o
~NoahWe sat in the doctor’s office, a quiet tension in the air. I leaned back in my chair, keeping my face calm, though my mind was anything but calm. Otsana sat beside me, stiff as a statue, her hands trembling on her lap. She refused to look at me. I didn’t blame her; this entire situation had spiraled into something neither of us wanted.The doctor, a tall man with glasses perched precariously on his nose, finally entered, flipping through a file. He looked up with a smile. “Ah, Your Majesty,” he said, nodding at me respectfully. “Congratulations are in order.”My brows furrowed. “Congratulations?”The doctor gestured toward Otsana with a warm smile. “Yes, King Noah. Your queen to be is pregnant. Approximately ten weeks along. You must be very pleased.”I froze. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Pregnant? I forced myself to nod, offering a tight smile. “Yes, of course. It’s…” My throat felt dry. “Wonderful news.”Beside me, Otsana shrank into her seat. Her face was pale, h
~OtsanaSitting at the long, polished mahogany dining table, I stared down at my plate. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and a vibrant assortment of steamed vegetables were arranged neatly, but I had no appetite. Across from me sat Noah, his piercing eyes fixed on me as he ate in silence. I could feel the weight of his gaze, but he hadn’t spoken a word to me since we sat down.The tension between us was noticeable, lingering like a storm cloud. After what had happened between us—his sudden Nate oull, the forceful way he brought me here—I knew he was struggling to bridge the silence, but I didn’t intend to make it easy for him.Noah’s fork clinked against his plate as he set it down. He gestured to one of the chefs standing nearby. “Bring more food,” he ordered. “She needs energy for the mating ceremony ritual tomorrow.”I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. “What mating ceremony?” My voice was sharp, my heart hammering in my chest.He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as if th
~RalphThe knock on the door was sharp and insistent, jolting me out of my brooding. I turned sharply, already irritated. “Who is it?” I barked, my voice carrying the edge of frustration that had been simmering all day.“It’s Lilith,” came the soft reply from the other side of the door.I froze. Lilith? I hadn’t seen her in dsys, not since the debacle with Grayson. What the hell was she doing here? I yanked the door open, and there she stood, a shadow of the woman I once knew. She had lost so much weight; her once-bright eyes now seemed dimmed with exhaustion. “Can I come in?” she asked softly, her voice almost timid. It was a far cry from the fiery woman I remembered.I nodded stiffly. “Sure.”She stepped inside, and I couldn’t help but stare as she walked past me. Her frame was frail, her movements careful, as if she feared breaking. She made her way to the sofa and sat down, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She took a deep breath before speaking.“I know you’re surprised to s
~RalphIt had been seven days since Otsana disappeared. Seven excruciatingly long days. I kept replaying the last moments I saw her, hoping for a clue, something I’d missed. Each passing second felt like a failure. The guilt gnawed at me like a ravenous beast. Now, driving back to the Greyhound Pack after helping Jasper secure the Silverwaters Pack, my patience was wearing thinner than ever. The car hummed softly as it sped down the winding forest road. Jasper, seated next to me, had been trying to strike up a conversation for the past twenty minutes, his voice grating against my already frayed nerves. “Ralph, I appreciate you stepping in back there,” he said cautiously, testing the waters. “I couldn’t have claimed Silverwaters pack without you.” I didn’t respond, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. He tried again. “It’s good to see you in action, you know. Reminded me of the old days, back when—” “Stop,” I snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. My hands tightened around the st
~OtsanaThe mate bond between us was undeniable, pulling me toward him with a force I could hardly resist. But my love for Ralph, my commitment to him, held me back.I quickly broke free from him, and gathered my clothes, my hands trembling as I dressed. "Noah, you need to leave," I said, my voice shaky but firm. "We can't do this."Noah's eyes searched mine, a mixture of longing and regret. "I'm sorry, Otsana," he murmured, standing up from the bed and dressing up. "I didn't mean to overstep."I avoided his gaze, clutching my clothes to my chest as if they could shield me from the whirlwind of emotions inside me. "Please, just go," I whispered.He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, turning to leave. As the door closed behind him, the weight of what had just transpired crashed over me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sank onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.Ebony, my wolf, stirred within me. "Why did you push him away?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion. "We both felt t
~NoahThe moment Otsana stormed out of the garden, I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. My heart felt like it had been split in two. How could she reject me like that, especially after the connection we just shared? My wolf, Fridolf, was restless, pacing in my head like a caged animal. "We can't let her go, Noah. She belongs to us," he growled, his voice edged with desperation. "Not now, Fridolf," I replied sharply, trying to keep my composure. "Now is the perfect time! Did you see her? Ebony wants me as much as I want her. You’re being ridiculous." Fridolf was in heat, and his longing for Ebony was making him impossible to reason with. I tried to calm him, but he wouldn’t stop. "You’re ruining this. Calm down, Fridolf! She’s not ready. I won’t scare her off," I said, trying to walk away from the pull I felt toward her. But Fridolf wasn’t having it. The mate pull between us was like a magnetic force, yanking me back every time I tried to resist. His thoughts becam
~OtsanaThe room was I was given was breathtaking. It felt more like a palace than a living space. Every inch of it screamed luxury, from the silk curtains that shimmered under the sunlight to the polished marble floors that reflected the glow of a massive crystal chandelier. The bed was grand, its headboard carved with intricate patterns of wolves and vines, draped with gold-threaded sheets. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I even belonged here. The maids buzzed around me like worker bees, attending to every little thing. They had insisted on helping me bathe earlier, scrubbing my skin with oils that smelled of lavender and jasmine, washing my hair with the gentlest hands. Now they were fussing over my hair, styling it into elegant waves that cascaded down my back, and adjusting the gown they had chosen for me—a deep emerald green that hugged my figure perfectly, glittering faintly in the light. One of the maids stepped forward, holding a small golden crown in her hands, the
~RalphMy jaw clenched at the thought of Otsana, her image vivid in my mind. Where was she? Was she safe? Every scenario that crossed my mind made my heart ache with helplessness. I barely had time to collect myself when I noticed Jasper walking toward me, that ever-present smirk plastered on his face. His relaxed gait, the smug tilt of his chin, made my fists clench involuntarily. “Rough night, Alpha?” he sneered, stopping a few feet away. His mocking tone made my blood boil. “What do you want, Jasper?” I spat, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice. He extended a hand toward me, the gesture more mocking than genuine. “Here to help you up. You look like you could use it.” I stared at his hand for a long second before scoffing and pushing myself to my feet. “I don’t need your help,” I snapped, the words sharp and final. Before I knew it, my fist swung forward, connecting with his jaw. The satisfying crack echoed in the silence. Jasper stumbled back, his hand flying to