SANDRA’S POV My nails repeatedly tapped on the table my husband and mate, Victor, used to work on in his glory days. I smooth my hands on the wooden surface, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes. This office. These things…reeked of my husband’s scent. Just thinking of his name instantly made my heart quicken, almost forcing a sob to leave my lips but I grit my teeth. Not wanting a single droplet of tear to taint the floor my husband used to walk upon. No, I wouldn’t embarrass myself to him any further. My wolf whimpered at the painful reminder, although she hadn’t spoken to me in days since we found out about our mate’s death. She was suddenly… distant. And the more days went by, the more I felt as though I was all alone. As though my wolf was also beginning to fade away. But that is the last thing I need. I need my wolf to be strong enough to carry out the mission our mate left for us. To destroy the Red Silverwood pack and force their alpha to surrender. That had always been
ELEANOR Alex still hasn’t come home. I wonder what he was doing outside? When Diana informed me how she greatly enjoyed his company and their time together at the pack clinic while he made sure her wounds healed, I thought Alex would be in the pack house somewhere. I shouldn’t be looking around for him just yet. I know that, but a part of me still wants his comfort, his presence, just some assurance from him that he didn’t hate me after what he witnessed me do under his roof. Wounding people was never a habit of mine, but I admit I had lost all control when Diana went as far as to insult me with her words. I could still remember the chills that ran down my spine at the sught of his icy cold glare. The sight that would make anyone crumble on his feet before him. His glare was the one thing you could never get past from for the rest of life. You will live never to forget it. And it will continue to haunt you no matter where you go, even if you reach the deepest core of the earth runnin
ALEXANDER's POVI feel like a jerk. No, maybe I have been a complete arsehole this entire time. My wolf, Loki, was beyond mad at me for how I treated our mate. How I fucking left her without giving her a chance to defend herself from Diana. As it turns out, she had planned this all along. Following Eleanor, provoking her, the wound, and the wolfsbane. All of it had just been part of her sick, twisted plans. I grit my teeth. My body is still shaking, my blood running cold. I almost wanted to kill Diana for what she did. Almost, if I hadn’t turned my back on her and got the hell out of that place. Had I been wrong about her all those times in the past? Had she been fooling me with her innocent little facades and made me fall in love with her? But, what exactly did she want? Why did she do all those things that she did in the past and seek me out ten fucking years later and propose a marriage?A sick, twisted feeling suddenly swept through me, my vision turning dark. Is the throne what
ALEXANDER’S POV Rogues are everywhere. Some members of the Blue Mountains Pack scattered, yet no alpha was in sight. My warriors were holding them off great though. You take one look at the fight between my men and the rogues, you won’t be surprised to see that none of my people are really trying. They were making it too easy, and I wonder what has gotten into them to sabotage us with these mindless rogues? Each of them didn’t know the first thing in battle, and their moves easily left them open for my warriors to attack, letting me know no one had possibly trained them before heading off to war. No, this is too easy. Why would someone send these rogues into my territory to die? Surely, they must know better than that than to start a battle as pathetic as this. My wolf paced inside me, and I knew he could tell something was off, too. I was running to the pack house. When the warriors caught my scent, they quickly moved to make way for me to pass while the others held off the rogues
ALEXANDER's POVI exuded my aura, allowing it to fill the entire room with my dominance and power. I could see Daneera was trying to put up a brave face. However, I could also sense a barrier protecting her from my aura. “What did you do?” She smirks, crossing her arms against her chest. “You still don’t get it?” She laughs, shaking her head. “I was never one of your own, Alpha. After you got back with this bitch of yours, I had already renounced myself as a member of this pack. I’m one of the Blue Mountains Pack now,” She says, a wide smile spreading across her face. “But…why?” Eleanor whispers, making me glance over at her whose eyes are now fixated on Daneera. I narrowed my eyes at the woman standing in front of me, when all of a sudden, something in my brain snapped. That’s right. This was the woman who first saw my brother get kidnapped by Marcus. She was the first one who spilled tears at his disappearance. She was also the one I recognize to be the servant who’d always be
ELEANOR I can sense his fear, his anger and frustration which seemed directed not to Daneera, but towards himself. I knew how Daneera’s words might have hurt him right in the gut, but I also knew she had no right to say those words to him, even if they were true. Alex’s tension is building up. Even from the distance, I could smell his guilt as well as his regret. No, it wasn’t his fault. And it certainly wasn’t his fault that he died. Part of it somehow felt like it was my fault, yet despite my own guilt he’d still convinced me I haven’t had any. I sucked in a breath and walked over to him… to my mate. His eyes flickered red, signaling the beast residing within him. I reached my hand out to caress his back and shoulders, looking intently into his eyes before hiving him a nod in a bid of reassuring him, telling him nothing had been his fault. Because if there was anyone worth blaming here, it was me. I watch as the bloodlust in his eyes slowly faded into their original color, blu
ELEANOR“Alex?” I whispered softly, cupping his face.No response.“Wake up,” I try again.Still, no response. His eyes were staring straight into me, yet I couldn’t sense anything from him at all. No movement or sound. Nothing.It was like… he was not even there.The minute I noticed his face turning pale was the minute I began to panic.“Alex!” I shook him with all my might. However, it earned me nothing but a blank stare.“No…” I breathe, rising and staggering backwards on my feet. I blinked back the tears angrily, cursing them for blocking my vision yet at the same time, relieved.I turn my head away, clenching my fists by my sides to the point my knuckles turned white. Moving backwards, I felt my back collide against the wall. Its coldness sent chills right down my spine, and…I wondered, guiltily, if…If Alex will soon feel the same way too.Almost immediately, I threw those thoughts to the shadows of my mind, discarding them along with the guilt within me. No, I wasn’t thinking
ELEANOR’S POV Alexander looks over at Daneera. His face tarnished with guilt. I waste no time and reach for his cheek before pressing my forehead against his. Our lips brushed together, his hand going to the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. It was deep, passionate, and well, intense. The moment we pulled away gasping for air, I looked into his eyes and held his gaze as he held mine. "You scared me," I say truthfully. His hand tugged at mine, pulling me swiftly into his arms before planting a kiss on top of my head. A few moments later, we both stood up and I move to scan his wounds.They were gone. "We need to go," He states, urging me out of the room. With one last look at Daneera, I turned around and followed closely behind Alexander. His hand grabbing mine as our fingers closely intertwined. When we got out of the room, that was when the smell hit me, hard. Making me stop dead in my tracks as we stood there in the middle of the hallway. The air reeked of blood