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ElliotI stormed into Julian’s villa, fury burning through every fiber of my being, only to learn from one of his cowering helpers that they’d gone out on a date night. My fist met the nearest wall with a sickening thud, sending cracks spidering through the plaster. The helper flinched, his wide eyes betraying his fear as I began rifling through her belongings, driven by an insatiable need to find... something. Anything.Her room was steeped in her scent—sickeningly sweet and maddeningly intoxicating. It did nothing to soothe the feral beast clawing inside me. If anything, it stoked the inferno of my rage. She wasn’t here, but every second spent in that space amplified the storm of fury roaring in my chest.“Alpha,” Kai’s voice broke through the haze, his tone clipped but hesitant. “Tristan’s shared their live location. It’s about a twenty-minute drive from here.”I slammed her laptop shut and shoved it into Kai’s hands. “Take it,” I growled through clenched teeth. My thoughts seared w
LilaTerror wrapped itself around my heart as Elliot’s icy gaze bore into mine. I couldn’t trust him—not with the truth, not with the fragile life growing inside me. His thirst for vengeance ran deeper than the ocean, and I knew he would stop at nothing to destroy my pack, even if it meant using my baby as a pawn.Elliot wasn’t just dangerous; he was the devil himself. His searing icy blue eyes, so perilous and unrelenting, promised a storm I wasn’t sure I could weather. But I would fight him. For my baby. For Julian, who had risked his life to protect me.Closing my eyes, I forced the lie past trembling lips. “Julian is the father of my baby. And I love him.”The silence that followed was deafening, the air heavy with unspoken fury. When I dared to open my eyes, I saw his grip on my wrists loosen slightly, but his rage didn’t fade. His aura surged like a tidal wave, suffocating and cold. His wolf was close to the surface, and its icy blue eyes pierced through the storm swirling in his
ElliotI let my wolf take control the moment I stormed out of the packhouse, my body shifting mid-stride as I tore through the forest. The guards stationed outside my floor had been rattled by my earlier outburst, their timid knocks at the door earning them a sharp mind-linked command to stay away unless summoned.After locking Lila inside, I ensured no escape was possible. My voice had been lethal when I ordered the guards to remain outside the door and ensure she didn’t set one foot beyond it. If she managed to flee, I promised them they wouldn’t live to see another sunrise.The cool night air stroked my fur as I broke into a furious run with no destination in mind. The forest swallowed me whole, its shadows providing the seclusion I craved to unleash the storm brewing inside me. Every muscle in my body burned as my paws dug into the earth, the weight of my rage and pain threatening to consume me whole.My wolf was seething, his anguish intertwining with mine. He replayed her words i
ElliotHe had the audacity to threaten me, standing on my territory, forgetting his place. A dry chuckle escaped my lips as I took a step closer, my powerful aura unfurling around me like a storm cloud.“Please, spare me, Alpha,” I said mockingly, sniffling as though pleading for mercy. Then my expression darkened, pinning him with a death glare. “That’s what you expected when you dared to threaten your Alpha?” I snarled, my voice low and venomous, reminding him exactly who he was dealing with.The motherfucker held my gaze, defiance flickering in his eyes as he fought back against the weight of my aura. Foolish. I let my power roll off me in relentless waves, suffocating him until his knees almost buckled. It didn’t take long for him to lower his gaze, defeated.Julian may have been an Alpha in his own right, but I was stronger. My parents were fated mates, their bond granting me a power far beyond the ordinary. Add to that my official Alpha status of the Blue Moon pack and the streng
LilaMy breath hitched as Elliot rested his hand possessively on my thigh, the heat from his touch sending sparks racing through my body. I felt Julian's gaze burning into me, but I dared not look his way. Elliot’s commanding presence made it impossible to focus on anything else.Questions swirled relentlessly in my mind, refusing to settle.What was Julian doing in Elliot’s packhouse?Why was Elliot letting him sit at the same table?And why did Thomas—the Alpha King—seem so casual about it?It didn’t make sense. Allowing a stranger, especially one from another pack, to sit at the Alpha’s table was unheard of. Yet here they all were, acting as though it was completely normal.“Let’s eat,” Elliot ordered, his deep voice rich with authority. His next words, however, made my heart stutter in my chest.“The breakfast has been prepared specifically for my mate. She’s carrying my pup, so I’ll make sure she gets the nutrition she needs. Right, darling?”My heart stopped.How did he find out
ElliotI knew that bastard had chased after her the moment he excused himself from the table. And of course, I was fucking right. What caught me off guard, though, was how my mate handled it. Her response was so satisfying, I couldn’t suppress the inner smirk curling inside me. She didn’t trust him anymore. She wanted him to stay the hell away from her.Finally, we were on the same page about something. My wolf practically purred at the thought, his smug satisfaction echoing in my head. But the cherry on top? Her expression. The shock in those gorgeous emerald eyes when she realized I knew about the baby. She confirmed it without a single word, her wide-eyed panic saying everything.I bet she hadn’t told anyone—not even Julian. That was clear from the stunned look on his face. Poor fool didn’t see it coming.But none of that mattered right now. She was fucking mine. And no one—not Julian, not anyone—was going to take her away from me.“I don’t need you, Elliot,” she snarled, her voice
ElliotI shut the door behind us, motioning for her to sit in my chair while I strode to the safe tucked discreetly into the wall of my office. Only my Beta knew of its existence, a testament to how much I guarded the secrets within. Twisting the combination lock, I retrieved a set of documents and straightened, the papers feeling heavier than they should as I approached her.“Here,” I said, handing them to her.Lila took them cautiously, her emerald eyes narrowing in confusion as she began to read. I leaned back against the desk, crossing my arms as I silently observed the myriad emotions flit across her face—confusion, shock, disbelief.“Why?” she finally asked, her voice soft yet filled with suspicion.“I wanted to return it to its rightful owner,” I said simply, shrugging as if it were the easiest decision in the world. “Sheldon was stupid enough not to read the fine print before signing. He didn’t even bother to read the name on the document.”The weight of my partial truth gnawed
LilaI watched him walk away, his presence leaving a hollow ache in the air between us. My lips still tingled from his kiss, my body betraying me with its restless longing. He hadn’t given me a chance to ask why he left so abruptly, but I knew it was urgent. The intensity in his eyes during the mindlink told me as much.The moment his hand had brushed my thigh, my wolf stirred, her dormant presence waking with a surge of energy. It felt primal, raw, and utterly intoxicating. Though most of that night at the club was a drunken haze, something about him had triggered her. I didn’t know how or why, but now that I was in his pack, answers seemed inevitable.The heat of a blush crept up my face as I tried to regain control of my emotions. I couldn’t afford to get swept away by his touch or his words. Not yet. Trust was fragile, and I had learned the hard way not to give it away freely.But he was my mate. The bond pulsing between us was undeniable, no matter how much I tried to resist it. I
ElliotWhen I had stared at the faded photographs, blurry fragments of childhood memories surfaced, pulling me into the past. I remembered why Lila had that angry look on her face in that picture. She was mad at me for breaking her favorite toy. That toy, I now recalled, had been a gift from Mark, which was why she loved it so much, because he was her favorite friend, and I hated that because I wasn't her favorite. The memory tightened my chest when I saw him on the doorstep. A wave of jealousy threatened to claw its way out, but when Uncle introduced him as Lila’s cousin, relief washed over me.Still, the idea of him inheriting even a fragment of my mother’s legacy stirred a deep unease. Mark was my uncle’s Beta’s son—a fact I had no issue with—but the thought of handing over my mother’s pack to someone else? It didn’t sit well with me, no matter how rational I tried to be about it.Mark broke the tension with a hopeful smile, turning his attention to Lila. “My mom would love to see y
LilaThe realization that Elliot and I had met as children refused to leave my mind. The memory was faint, blurry around the edges like an old photograph left too long in the sun, but there was something familiar about those moments in the album. It felt strange to think we’d crossed paths so long ago, only to find our way back to each other in the most unexpected way.After dinner, I curled up on the sofa, the album still in my lap. Liam had offered to do the dishes, so we were one in the living room. Elliot sat beside me, his warmth seeping into my side, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. His hand rested on my knee, his thumb idly tracing circles through the fabric of my dress.“You’ve been quiet,” he remarked, his voice soft.I glanced up at him, meeting those piercing eyes that had a way of unearthing thoughts I didn’t even know I had. “It’s just… a lot to take in, you know?”He nodded, his gaze dropping to the album in my lap. “I get it. Seeing those pictures of my mom broug
Elliot“Not bad, kiddo,” Uncle Liam remarked, sinking his teeth into a fried chicken wing with exaggerated relish.“I’m not a fucking kid anymore,” I growled, my tone low and threatening as I shot him a glare that could cut steel.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lila stifling a giggle, her lips quirking upward as if she found my irritation entertaining. I arched a brow at her, silently daring her to join in on the teasing.“You are. In my eyes,” Liam shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth only deepening as he met my glare head-on.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep calm. I knew what he was doing—poking and prodding to rile me up like he always had. But I wasn’t a pup anymore, and I didn’t need his well-intentioned provocations. I’d outgrown the boy who sought his comfort during storms of doubt and grief. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.My wolf stirred uneasily, growling softly in the back of my mind. He wasn’t buying it. Drop the
ElliotI knew my uncle’s big mouth would catch up to me, and judging by the look on Lila’s face earlier, it was only a matter of time before the past came back to bite me in the ass. But my past wasn’t my present—or my future. Not anymore.I couldn’t even imagine myself touching anyone else after I met her that night, a mere thought was disgusting for me.Lila stared out of the window, her gaze distant, her face painted in the soft glow of evening light. The sadness in her eyes tugged at something deep inside me, a silent ache that made me leave the jelly and chocolate behind. I couldn’t let her stew in whatever thoughts were weighing her down.“Lila,” I murmured as I approached, taking her hands in mine. Her skin was warm, her fingers curling instinctively around mine. “I’m sorry.”Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t pull away. I held onto her as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did.“I wish I could go back and change my past,” I admitted, my voice low and heavy. “But I can’
LilaElliot stood by the small kitchen window, his broad shoulders tense, the weight of his childhood memories pressing down on him. The sadness etched on his face reflected in the glass, and my heart ached for him. This place held so much pain, so much longing—it wasn’t easy for him to be here.Without turning, he spoke, his deep voice laced with emotion. “You came.” He didn’t need to look at me; the mate bond ensured he knew my presence the moment I stepped into the room, he must have caught my scent.I didn’t say anything. Instead, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against the warm, solid expanse of his back. My hands clutched his chest as if holding him tighter could somehow shield him from the pain that haunted him. Through the bond, his pain seeped into me, raw and unspoken.Elliot placed his hands over mine, exhaling deeply as if he’d been holding his breath. He kissed my fingers softly before turning me gently in his arms, his stormy eyes m
Lila“So, tell me all about yourself and how you managed to crack through my asshole nephew’s thick skull,” Liam asked enthusiastically as soon as Elliot left the room.I blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness, but the warmth in his smile kept me from feeling too defensive.“I wouldn’t say there’s much of a story to tell,” I said carefully. “We’re still figuring things out.”Liam leaned back in his couch, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied me with a sharp, almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “Figuring things out? Hah! I can see it all over him—he’s already completely gone for you. Don’t let his brooding demeanor fool you.”Heat rose to my cheeks, and I dropped my gaze, focusing on my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I didn’t know how to respond to that.“Come now,” Liam pressed, his tone softening. “Tell me about your pack, about you. I like to know who my nephew is willing to die for.”Despite his teasing, there was something in his words—something raw and deeply sin
ElliotAfter lunch, Lucas led us to a hidden room tucked deep within the estate. The air inside was heavy with history, a faint metallic tang lingering from the old weapons displayed on the shelves. My gaze immediately landed on a sword with intricate carvings, its hilt adorned with a crescent moon symbol. But what truly caught my attention was a bow and quiver of arrows, each arrow tipped with a crimson sheen that gleamed ominously under the dim light.I frowned. Wolves didn’t use bows and arrows—it wasn’t practical for us. Swords, daggers, even brute strength were our weapons of choice, especially in wolf form.Lucas noticed my hesitation and smiled knowingly. “I can see your doubt, Alpha Elliot,” he said, hefting a weathered leather bag onto the table. “These bow and arrows are no ordinary weapons. They were gifted to the first Alpha King by the Moon Goddess herself. He was her direct descendant, and only her bloodline can wield them.”I stepped closer, studying the crescent bow. So
Lila“What do you mean by darkness?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. The weight of Lucas’s words hung heavily in the room, the air thick with tension that seemed to press down on us.Beside me, Elliot’s jaw was clenched, his hands fisted at his sides. I had never seen him like this—so visibly unsettled—and it made the unease in my chest grow even sharper.Lucas leaned back in his chair, his expression grim as his fingers tapped against the armrest. “Darkness like this is rarely simple. It’s not just one force—it’s an abomination, a blending of powers that should never have mixed. From the way it moves and hides, I’d say it’s a creation born of witchcraft and vampire blood—a hybrid of the two.”A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively leaned closer to Elliot, seeking the comfort of his presence.“But why attack werewolves?” Elliot’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration. “We signed the treaty decades ago. Vampires and witches have no cause to target us. Or has that treaty
ElliotAt first, I felt a flicker of offense that she could doubt my intentions, that she didn’t have faith in me, that I would never leave her. But the moment I looked into her eyes, all of that faded. It was like peering straight into her soul, and what I saw there stopped me cold. Her wounds ran far deeper than I could have ever imagined, etched into her being in ways I hadn’t fully understood.Whatever I felt—hurt, frustration—ceased to matter. This wasn’t about me. It was about her.So I did the only thing I could. I wrapped her in my arms, held her close, and whispered the assurances she needed to hear, putting her above everything else.Yet, I couldn’t shake the guilt. I had been so consumed with strategy, preparations, and fortifying our borders after the shadow’s chilling warning that I’d overlooked the obvious. Lila had been left alone with her fears, her insecurities festering in silence after facing something so dark and incomprehensible.And still, the question gnawed at m