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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
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
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’
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
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
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
LilaThe burn in my throat was sharp yet oddly soothing, chasing away the storm of emotions threatening to pull me under. I set the glass down with a shaky sigh, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my resolve. No. I wasn’t going to let my heartbreak win tonight.“You need to get drunk, forget everything, and actually live for once,” Sophia declared, pouring me another drink, her tone as unapologetic as her glossy red lipstick.Elena smirked, leaning in closer, her voice dripping with mischief. “Or better yet, the fastest way to forget a man? Get under another one. Preferably one with abs carved by the gods and a tongue that knows its way around,” she added, sliding the vodka bottle toward me with a wink.I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up, though tears threatened to follow. My father’s harsh words echoed in my mind—words that had crushed me more than I’d ever admit.“You’re just an omega, a low ranked she-wolf, Lila. And I was cursed with having a weakling so just be
LilaThis morning felt… different. There was a smile tugging at my lips, one I couldn’t suppress. My body ached in the best way, a soreness that reminded me of last night—a night unlike any I’d ever known.Something had shifted in me. There was power coursing through my veins, raw and untamed, as if I were no longer bound to the labels they’d placed on me. Submissive omega? My father’s obedient little girl? Not anymore. Last night, I’d taken charge. I wasn’t the one bowing down; I was the one worshipped.The way he touched me, revered me... Oh, Goddess. Heat pooled in my core just at the memory. If only I’d had more cash on me—he deserved far more than the hundred dollars I’d left him."Lila, come here!"My father’s furious voice ripped through my pleasant reverie, snapping me back to reality. The smile on my face faltered, fading as I realized I was already in the hall, my feet carrying me toward the stairs.I froze, my breath catching as his gaze locked onto mine, brimming with anger
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
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