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ElliotGeorge’s garage was barely large enough for his car, so I parked outside. The house was old, small, and unassuming. George greeted me warmly at the door, and his wife appeared shortly after. Her face was etched with worry and exhaustion, yet gratitude shone through as she bowed respectfully. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me."Thank you, Alpha," she said, her voice breaking as the tears began to roll down her cheeks."Yuri, let Alpha come inside and rest," George said gently, wrapping an arm around his wife’s trembling shoulders."Daddy, you're home!" a small, excited voice piped up, drawing my attention to a tiny figure that barely reached George’s waist. A little girl, frail and pale, ran toward him with all the energy her weak body could muster.George scooped her up in his arms, her laughter a soft, fleeting melody that felt too fragile for this world. Despite the bags under her eyes and her sickly complexion, she radiated a kind of innocent joy that was almost
LilaA small part of me hoped Elliot would show up or at least call, but the silence stretched on. I should have felt relief, yet all I felt was a hollow ache I couldn’t quite name. I had spoken to Elena earlier, and she seemed content with her time in the Blue Moon pack. Her happiness should have been enough to lift my spirits, but instead, I found myself consumed with questions. I asked her to dig into my mother’s history, convinced it held the key to something I needed to discover.“Lila, sweetie,” Bella’s voice interrupted my thoughts as she pushed open the door to my room. She leaned against the frame with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s go.”“You didn’t have to come personally, Bella,” I said, brushing off her effort as I got up from the bed. “You could have sent someone.”Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t respond. She merely turned and led the way downstairs. Poor Bella. She tolerated my attitude because she had no other choice
ElliotSleep eluded me, chased away by thoughts of Jasmine’s innocent resilience and the silent struggles of Lila’s pack members. Guilt clawed at me, highlighting the privileges I often took for granted. How many others were suffering in silence, waiting for help that might never come? The weight of my responsibility pressed down on me.But amidst all that, one thought burned brighter than the rest—Lila. The pull toward her was magnetic, impossible to ignore. My body ached for her presence, my soul sought her comfort, and my wolf missed her too badly.Unable to bear the distance any longer, I left George’s house, stealth and determination guiding me to hers. With a little help from my cousin, I found her room, the beacon of light in my otherwise turbulent night.The moment she opened the window, irritation flickered across her features, but it melted into something warmer when I stepped inside. The sharp reprimand in her voice was nothing compared to the heat blazing in her eyes.“Put
LilaElliot wasn’t done yet, I could tell from his predatory gaze as he watched my cum trickling down my thighs. He lowered his head back to my pussy, making my heart skip a beat. His lips and tongue worked like a man who had been starved for centuries, savoring every drop of my cum as if it were his salvation. The rough scrape of his stubble against my skin only heightened the sensations coursing through me. My entire body trembled under his ministrations, each stroke of his tongue pushing me further into an ecstasy that felt otherworldly.If heaven existed, surely it was this—a realm where every nerve in my body sang a melody of pure bliss.But then, Bella’s honeyed voice interrupted the symphony.‘Lila, come downstairs. See who’s come to meet you,’ her voice rang through my mindlink, breaking through my haze.For a moment, I lay there, dazed and disoriented, my breath still uneven. I groaned inwardly. Who would possibly want to see me at this hour? Sophia was still out of town, and
ElliotI paced back and forth in her room, my frustration mounting with every passing second. My wolf was restless, growling in my head, urging me to go downstairs and make sure Lila was safe. I wanted to listen, to storm down there and end whatever nonsense was keeping her from me. But I held back, gritting my teeth. Not yet.This was her home—or at least, it had been for most of her life. No one would dare lay a hand on her now, not when they knew I was her mate. They’d seen what I was capable of when it came to protecting her. Still, the thought of her stepmother Bella—the woman who had tormented her, humiliated her, and stolen her peace—calling her downstairs past midnight made my blood boil.I ran a hand through my hair and sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress sagging under my weight. How much longer, Lila? My fists clenched at the thought of what she might be enduring downstairs. But I trusted her. She was strong, stronger than anyone gave her credit for. That’s what life had
Lila“Where is Elliot staying?” Sophia’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “I checked every hotel in the pack, and he’s not listed anywhere.”“I… I don’t know. I didn’t ask him,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though a small, proud smile tugged at my lips. Of course, Elliot would cover his tracks. If he’d decided to stay in my pack, no one would find him unless he wanted to be found.Sophia’s gasp snapped me out of my thoughts. “Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me…” Her eyes widened in shock as she leaned closer. “Did you two… you know…” She cleared her throat, her cheeks turning a faint pink.“What? No!” I swatted her arm lightly, but my pout gave away my disappointment. “We didn’t do anything.”Sophia gave me a knowing look, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “Uh-huh. So that’s why you’re sulking?”“No.” Had Bella not interrupted, we would’ve had an unforgettable night. “I’m sure he’ll take care of that soon enough,” Sophia teased, a mischievous glint in her ey
ElliotI had already ordered my HR team to draft a new policy for Lila’s company—one that actually protected employees instead of exploiting them, especially the lower-ranked workers. Andrew had built this company to serve his own selfish interests, granting privileges to the executives while treating the workers beneath them as disposable.That was going to change.But I wouldn’t finalize anything without Lila’s approval. This was her company. Her birthright. And from now on, no decision would be made without her consent.I had also taken the liberty of hiring a new secretary to replace that bastard, Josh. Sheila had been my first choice after seeing her resume.A gentle knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts.“Boss, you called for me?” Sheila’s voice was steady, but there was an undertone of excitement.“Yes. Arrange a meeting with HR and all department heads. The company’s real owner will be here soon, and I want everyone present,” I instructed, watching as her eyes lit up.Lil
LilaElliot had already explained the new policy—he was my assistant, after all. The thought made me want to giggle, but I held it in. I couldn't let my mate be thrown out of the company when, in reality, it had been bought by him—for me.The documents lay in front of them, waiting to be reviewed. One by one, they picked them up, their eyes scanning the contents. I watched as their faces slowly hardened, frustration clear in their furrowed brows and tightened jaws.Silence stretched across the room as they set the papers back on the table, the tension thickening. Their brows furrowed, jaws clenched, and irritation flickered across their faces.I crossed my arms, waiting. I could feel their displeasure—their resistance—but it didn’t faze me. Change was never comfortable for those who had long benefited from an unfair system.Finally, one of the men scoffed, tossing the document onto the table. “This… policy is absurd.” His tone was clipped, disbelief lacing every word.“Yes, it is,” I r
LilaThe moment I locked my bedroom door, a rush of anticipation washed over me. Settling on my bed, I carefully opened the wooden box. My heart raced in my chest as I uncovered its contents—a tangle of delicate jewelry, a journal, some faded photographs, and a few half-torn letters. My fingers brushed over a necklace I recognized instantly. It was the one my mother used to wear every day. I vividly remembered asking her about it when she stopped wearing it. She’d told me she’d lost it, but something about the way she’d said it had always felt off. Now, holding it in my hands, I wondered if there was more to the story. At the bottom of the box lay the journal. Its cover was simple yet elegant, with a bold gold V embossed at the center. I traced the letter with my fingertips before opening it. The first page revealed her full name, written in her neat, graceful handwriting: Valentina Jasmine Elbert.It struck me immediately—she hadn’t used my father’s surname. This journal must have
LilaThe meeting at the office had gone better than I expected. With the new plans and policies in place, my company was finally heading in the direction I had always envisioned—a place where equality thrived, where the employees felt valued, and where archaic, discriminatory practices were eradicated. The new investment plans were strategically crafted to revitalize my company, ensuring its steady recovery from the losses my father’s mismanagement had inflicted. Each decision was calculated to not only stabilize the business but also position it for long-term growth, restoring the reputation and strength it once held. As I stepped out of my office, Sheila, my ever-efficient secretary, called out to me. “Lila, wait.” She hurried over, holding a thick file in her hands.“These are old records,” she explained, her voice tinged with unease. “I couldn’t make sense of some of them, but I thought you should take a look. They might be important.”I frowned, sensing her discomfort. “Thank y
Lila“I’ll miss you,” Uncle Liam murmured, pulling me into a warm, comforting embrace.“We’ll be back soon,” Elliot replied smoothly, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back before I could respond.Aunt Julia's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she clasped my hands in hers. “Call me, sweetheart. Promise me you will.”“Of course,” I reassured her, my voice soft but steady. She was the last connection I had to my mother’s family, and I knew her presence might be key in uncovering the secrets hidden in my mother’s journal.“I’ll visit his pack during the blood moon,” Elliot’s uncle said, glancing at Aunt Julia with a small smile. “If you’d like, you can join me.”My aunt's expression shifted from surprise to unrestrained joy. “I’d love to,” she said, her voice tinged with delight.“Don’t forget to invite us to the wedding,” Aunt Julia teased, her words laced with playful mischief as her gaze shifted between me and Elliot.My cheeks flushed, heat creeping up my neck, but E
ElliotHer lips on mine set my entire body ablaze. I could feel her surrender, her trust, and her desire—everything I craved to earn from her. The waves lapped around us, cool and steady, but nothing could temper the fire she ignited within me.I gripped her waist, holding her steady as she kissed me deeply, her hands threading through my hair and tugging just enough to drive me mad. She tasted like sweetness and temptation, the perfect mix of innocence and wildness that was uniquely her."Lila," I murmured against her lips, my voice thick with need. "If we keep this up, I won't be able to stop."Her emerald eyes met mine, a glimmer of determination in their depths. "Then don't."My wolf growled in approval, but I hesitated. She was carrying our children. Her safety, her comfort—it came before my desires. Always."Lila," I said, my tone softer now, my forehead pressed against hers. "You're everything to me, and I don't want to hurt you. Not physically, not emotionally."Her hands cupp
LilaHis face glowed beneath the sun's setting light, the hues of amber and crimson casting an almost ethereal glow on his features. As we walked hand in hand along the beach, the sand warm beneath our bare feet, I couldn’t help but trace the sharp line of his jaw with my fingertip.Elliot turned toward me, his expression softening as a dimple appeared on his cheek, and I caught my breath. That single dimple was a betrayal of his otherwise unyielding demeanor—a glimpse of vulnerability that made my heart stumble.“Why don’t you smile more often?” I asked, my voice lighter than I felt. “The dimple really suits you.” My finger lingered over the hollow, as though committing it to memory, before I pressed it gently like a button.His chuckle was low and unrestrained, the sound vibrating through me. “I smile when there’s something worth smiling about,” he said, the warmth in his voice making my pulse quicken.“And what’s the reason now?” I prodded, raising a brow.He leaned in slightly, hi
ElliotUncle Liam had asked me why I had come without her but I had shut ignored him and came back to my room. I was seething in rage, I was hurt by the way she had responded, I knew what I did was wrong but the way she had shut me out and didn't even give me a chance to hear me out was what hurt me more. I laced around my room restlessly, not able to stay away from her and the distance was gnawing at my insides. The room was heavy with her plum and jasmine scent which perturbed me more, I needed to calm distract myself so I got out of cabin and drove to the woods where I might get some peace but when I reached my car, I saw Mark opening the door of his car for my mate and I clenched my jaw, hating the fact that he was with her while I was away from her.Julia ushered Lila towards me, smiling down at me genuinely. “I see you're going out,” Julia said warmly as Lila looked at me silently with a confused face. I looked away from her and nodded my head. “Take your mate with you,” Juli
LilaThe surge of emotions through the mate bond as I woke was overwhelming—powerful, magnetic, and utterly suffocating. My hand instinctively went to my neck, fingers grazing the tender mark that now connected us irrevocably.Elliot had marked me.While I’d been unconscious, he had taken away my choice, sealing our bond without my consent. Fury ignited in my chest, eclipsing every other emotion, every other thought.My wolf stirred within me, her presence stronger, more vivid than ever before. Elliot’s mark had strengthened her, tethering us to him in a way that I couldn’t deny. But I couldn’t let the sparks, the intoxicating pull of the mate bond, blind me. Not after learning the truth about my mother’s life—how she had allowed love to trap her, to chain her.“I’m sorry, Lila,” Elliot’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, laced with a raw sincerity that might have softened me at another time. “I didn’t have a choice. Your aunt told me it was the only way to wake you up.”Hurt
Elliot “She’ll be fine,” Uncle Liam said, breaking the tense silence. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed him—darkened with concern.“She better be,” I growled, my voice raw. “Because if she isn’t…I'm going to kill that Beta of yours.” My hands clenched the wheel even tighter, my words trailing off into a dangerous promise.Mark’s house came into view, a sprawling estate tucked behind wrought-iron gates. I didn’t wait for them to fully open, driving through the narrow gap the moment it was wide enough. The tires screeched as I brought the car to an abrupt stop.The front door flew open before I even reached it, Mark standing there with a grim expression.“She’s upstairs,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with worry. “She fainted suddenly in my Mom's room. Serena’s with her now.”I pushed past him without a word, taking the stairs two at a time. My heart thundered in my chest, each step bringing me closer to the room where Lila was.When I finally entered, I saw her lying pal
Elliot“Tell me what you need from me,” I asked, leaning against the wall of his office, my arms crossed.Uncle Liam looked up from his laptop, removed his glasses, and sighed heavily. The weight of his exhale told me whatever he was about to say wouldn’t sit well.“Take a look,” he said, turning the screen toward me.I moved to the empty chair in front of his desk and began reading. My jaw tightened as my eyes scanned the document. The history of his pack stared back at me—a history deeply rooted in my mother’s bloodline. Her ancestors had fought tooth and nail to preserve it through countless wars.“Why are you giving it to Mark, then?” I asked, my voice cold, carefully masking the unease bubbling inside me.“I don’t have children,” he replied with a dismissive shrug. “And you clearly don’t want it. I won’t force this pack onto you. You already have your pack, your mate’s pack soon, and let’s not forget—you're going to be the Alpha King. Your responsibilities are only going to multip