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RykerThe door clicks shut behind her, and I feel the air rush out of my lungs as if I’ve been holding my breath for far too long. Azura’s footsteps fade down the hall, leaving me in a silence so thick that it feels suffocating. I close my eyes and lean back, my body aching, not just from the physical wounds but from the weight of everything else—everything I can’t say, can’t let myself feel.I knew this was coming. I’ve always known the Alpha King would want us to be together, but hearing him announce our engagement so soon—no, forcing it indirectly—was like a punch to the gut. It’s not that I don’t want to be with Azura. Hell, a part of me can’t imagine anything else. But I can’t drag her into this. Not when I’ve already failed to protect her the way I promised myself I would.And now... the way she looked at me just now, like she was expecting me to fight for her. To want her in a way I’ve been too much of a coward to admit. The disappointment in her eyes cut deeper than any wound
AzuraI storm down the hallway, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the stone walls, louder than I intend, but I don’t care. My heart pounds, each beat a reminder of the tangled mess I’m caught in. Ryker’s silence—his cold, indifferent silence—cuts deeper than anything my father could have thrown at me. He had a chance to say something, to explain, to fight for us, for me. But instead, he looked at me like a statue, as if none of this mattered. As if I didn’t matter.I expected him to fight. I expected him to show me that this engagement wasn’t just another political scheme orchestrated by my father. But no—he let me walk away without a word, as if he didn’t care at all.The memory of his face, the way he refused to meet my eyes when my father announced our engagement, replays in my mind like a cruel, broken record. His hesitation... it stings worse than I thought it would. It’s the kind of pain that twists in your chest, a sharp knife that doesn’t relent.Why won’t he fight for me?
Azura“Love, what are you doing here?” A tall man, with striking green eyes and sharp features, asks her coldly. He appears to be in his early twenties, carrying an air of authority.Love rolls her eyes dramatically, her lips forming a perfect pout. “Oh, please! Don’t start acting like you’re my Dad.” Her sassy tone nearly makes me giggle, but I manage to suppress it just in time. She turns toward me, her expression softening. “She’s new to the pack and doesn’t have any friends yet. But since I’ve decided to be her friend, I can’t let her sit here crying. So, just leave, brother. You’re scaring her.” Love gestures toward the garden gate with a firm finger, standing protectively in front of me.Though grateful for the interruption because I don’t want to reveal my true identity to her, I smile and shake my head. “I’m not scared of him, Love,” I say with a smile that’s broader than I feel, wanting to show strength.Love sighs as though exhausted by the conversation. “My brother’s a sill
RykerI stand outside the Alpha King's office, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepare for what’s about to come. I left Xander behind with Azura to update her about the situation of Elysia and Dante and came to his fathers office to talk to him. Breaking the engagement with Azura—his daughter—isn’t a decision I’m making lightly. But after everything we’ve been through, I know she will hate me if I agree to it and I would rather face his anger than his daughter's hatred.Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. The Alpha King is seated behind his large desk, papers scattered before him, but his attention shifts immediately to me as I enter."Ryker," he greets, his tone even, but his sharp eyes hold authority. "I assume you have recovered enough since my daughter is taking great care of you."I nod, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Yes, Your Highness. I... She indeed did." I pinch the bridge of my nose as I hesitate because my wolf is begging me not to say it.The silence that
AzuraI try to call Elysia, but her phone is switched off, which is weird, so I leave her a text. I hope she is okay. I will attend her wedding no matter how things are between Ryker and me. I pace restlessly by the window, my mind swirling with confusion and frustration. Xander had updated me about Dante and Elysia’s situation, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Ryker even as I tried to focus on that.What is he doing right now? He left in such a rush to speak to my father. A conversation I’m certain is about our engagement—something neither of us agreed to yet, somehow, it hovers over us like a silent obligation.My fingers twitch, the urge to punch something growing stronger by the second. It’s not that I don’t care for Ryker—I do. Far more than I’m willing to admit to myself, let alone anyone else. But… This engagement feels like a noose tightening around my neck, and I know Ryker must feel the same.Or does he?I stop pacing, staring out at the courtyard, where the moonlight b
RykerAs I approach Azura, I can’t help but smile. The sight of her walking down the hall, her silhouette framed by the moonlight, sends a rush of emotions through me—excitement, nerves, and something deeper that I’ve been trying to suppress for too long. I can finally appreciate the beauty in front of me, not in the man’s disguise.My heart pounds in my chest, the words I’ve been rehearsing dancing on the tip of my tongue. This is it. I’m going to tell her. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.Azura turns around, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, everything else fades. Her sky-blue eyes are a bit widened as her eyes lock with mine, and her long, honey-blonde hair is tied in a loose bun, though a few stubborn strands frame her face, making her look cute. She looks gorgeous in her short white floral summer dress. There’s something in her gaze—something uncertain but vulnerable—that makes me want to reach out and pull her close. I’ve been holding back for so long,
Ryker“Alpha, Dante has come here. We’ll go together from here,” Xander informs me, roaring the engine back to life. I nod at him, casting a quick glance at Azura beside me. Her hands are clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles white with tension. Her jaw is set, and her eyes are distant. She's not just anxious—she's bracing herself for what's coming. I can’t blame her. Elysia and Dante’s lives are hanging in the balance, and Dante’s fear has escalated the situation to a breaking point. And amidst all this, there’s still so much left unsaid between us.The car accelerates through the pack grounds, the landscape rushing by in a blur of trees and dirt roads. The sounds of the guards and warriors of the pack fade into the distance—the training grounds, the chatter of pack members—until all that’s left is the low hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of Azura’s breathing. She’s trying to hold it together, but every sharp intake of breath gives away the worry etched deep into her bones.
AzuraThe stench of dark magic lingers in the air, suffocating and thick. I can feel it seeping into my skin, twisting the energy around us, distorting everything. It’s like a black cloud, heavy and oppressive, and my senses are on overdrive. He’s bleeding, wounded from the swipe of one of those shadow creatures, but he refuses to back down. That’s just who he is—always pushing forward, no matter how much it costs him. And it’s killing me to sit here, feeling so damn helpless while he fights to protect me.I clench my fists, the tension in my muscles so tight that it feels like my bones are going to snap. I’m not some damsel in distress. I’m not going to just sit by and let these things tear him apart while I hide in a car like a coward.My wolf snarls inside me, pacing back and forth, desperate to break free and fight. I want to tear through those shadows, to rip them apart with my claws, to feel their blood on my hands. But I know Ryker, and I know he won’t let me. He’d rather blee
AzuraOne Week Later...The Blue Moon hangs like a glowing beacon in the night sky, casting its luminous glow over the packhouse grounds. Tonight is not just any night—it’s the rarest of nights when magic courses through the air, weaving a mystical tapestry between all who gather under its light. It’s as if fate itself has written this moment, for not only is it my wedding night but also the Blue Moon, a time when the most powerful bonds can be revealed. I pray to the Moon Goddess to give me Ryker as my fated mate, but even if she is up to some game and gives me someone else as my second chance mate, I’m determined to reject him in the blink of an eye. I stand in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman reflected there. My wedding gown, a masterpiece of silk and lace, hugs my body like a dream. The bodice is adorned with intricate silver embroidery, weaving the shapes of moons and wolves, while the long, flowing skirt spills around me like water, glistening with the light f
AzuraThe smell of sizzling eggs and freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I step into the dining room, the warmth of the early morning sun streaming through the windows. My heart still feels like it’s floating somewhere above my head, ever since last night. The proposal. Ryker. My soon-to-be husband.I smile to myself as I sit at the breakfast table, but the moment I do, I notice something strange—everyone’s looking at me. Elysia’s grinning, Dante’s trying to hold back a smirk, and even Rosie is practically buzzing with excitement.“What?” I ask cautiously, narrowing my eyes at them.Elysia leans over the table, wiggling her eyebrows. “Oh, nothing. Just that your fiancé—" she drags out the word with extra emphasis, “—decided to make a very public proposal last night.”“Very public,” Dante echoes, unable to hide his grin. “I mean, the whole pack was watching.”“And now,” Rosie chimes in, her eyes sparkling mischievously, “it’s going viral. The Alpha’s proposal is the talk of the town
Ryker“Nothing’s wrong,” I assure her, my lips curving into a smile. “In fact, everything feels right. More right than it’s ever been.”Her eyes soften, and I can see the question forming on her lips, but I don’t give her a chance to ask. Instead, I stand up, pushing my chair back as I get down on one knee.The gasps around us are immediate. The pack members who have been subtly watching our every move are now openly staring, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity as a few of them start recording it on their phones. But none of that matters anymore. The only thing that matters is the woman in front of me.Azura’s hands fly to her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. “Ryker, what are you—”“Azura,” I interrupt softly, pulling the ring from my pocket and holding it up for her to see. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were the one for me. Strong, fierce, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen—everything I’ve ever wanted in my wife. You’ve challenged me, pushed me, and made m
RykerThe moment she steps out of the bathroom, wearing my shirt and looking both regal and relaxed, my breath catches in my throat. Azura—the one person who can shatter me with a glance and, at the same time, make me feel invincible—is here, wrapped up in my scent, my world, and for the first time in what feels like forever, everything seems right.Her hair cascades down her back, damp from the shower, catching the light in a way that makes her look ethereal, like some kind of warrior goddess who has walked straight out of legend. And yet, there is this softness to her that draws me in. The way her lips curve into a soft smile when she catches me staring, the subtle blush on her cheeks... damn, I’m a goner.I can’t help but shake my head as a light blush creeps onto my cheeks as I recall the moment she came to me, begging me to fuck her and make her forget everything else that’s been running through her mind. She is silly but cute and yet demanding; I absolutely love that about her.
AzuraA sliver of sunlight peeks through the curtains, dancing across my eyelids. I stir, blinking as the warmth wraps around me like a soft blanket. My muscles are sore, my body deliciously tired, but it’s the weight of the arms around me that brings a smile to my lips before I even open my eyes.RykerThe heat of him against my back is grounding, his heartbeat steady and strong, a rhythmic reminder of the night before. Memories flood back, each one sending a shiver down my spine. His touch, his words, the way he made me forget everything but him.I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of him still fast asleep. His dark hair falls messily across his forehead, his jaw relaxed, and his arm is draped possessively over my waist. Even in sleep, he doesn’t let me go.He looks so gorgeous even in sleep; his long eyelashes, sharp jawline, square face, and full lips make him look like a Greek god. I give him a small pack on his lips, nose, and forehead. A flutter of emotion tightens my
Ryker “Put me down, Ryker!” She snaps, her voice laced with fury, but I’m already halfway up the stairs, my steps heavy with intent. I don’t stop until I reach my bedroom door, and with one swift kick, I push it open. The sound echoes in the quiet hallway as I stride in, locking the door behind me.I toss her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly against the mattress, but she quickly scrambles to her feet and tries to run away. Before she can make another move, I’m in front of her, pinning her against the wall, trapping her between my body and the cold surface behind her. Her breath hitches, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—something that matches the heat blazing in my chest.“You want to know what I want, Azura?” I growl, my voice low as I lean in closer, my lips inches from hers. “I want you to stop pushing me away. I want you to stop acting like you don’t feel this, too.”Her breathing quickens, and for a split second, I see a flicker of uncertainty in her e
Ryker“You wanted to dance, right? Let’s go and dance,” I growl, holding her hand firmly when she tries to walk away.Azura stops in her tracks, her back stiffening at my words. She turns to look at me, her eyes blazing with anger, but I can feel the tension in her hand as I grip it tightly. She’s furious, and to be honest, so am I.How could she let another man touch her? Dance with him, no less, while I’m standing here, watching her? Did she think I’d just let it slide? Not a chance.But instead, she pulls away from me with a sharp yank, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Don’t play with me, Ryker. Go back to your bitch. I’m sure she’s waiting for you on the dance floor."My jaw clenches at her words. "Azura, I wasn’t dancing with her because I wanted to. The Elders—"She scoffs, cutting me off. "Are you going to give me excuses now? And do you expect me to believe you?" She crosses her arms, her stance challenging me, daring me to give her a weak excuse.I grit my teeth, trying
AzuraI can’t help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at me as I sit quietly, picking at my food. Ryker’s question echoes in my mind. Did you not like the dress I bought for you? How could I have missed that? A part of me feels bad for not going to his room and checking out the dress earlier. He looked so hurt, but he was quick to mask it over with a smile when he got to know that I hadn’t seen it.I glance at him across the room as he chats with some of the warriors; he is looking so hot in that suit. Of course, the women would throw themselves at him. I scan the venue and find the girls staring at him with lovesick eyes. Sighing, I grab my glass of red wine that Xander had brought for me, only to spill it onto my dress accidentally. “Oh no!” I mutter under my breath, blotting at the grease stain with a napkin. Of all the times to be clumsy. As I try to clean it with the tissue, the stain doesn’t go away; it spreads on my dress. My wolf smirks at me; you did it intentionally. I sho
RykerThe chaos erupts when Elysia’s parents storm in. It feels like a crack of thunder, sharp and jarring. My body stiffens, my wolf on edge, ready to act. Elysia’s mother looks livid, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line while her father strides toward Dante with a fury that promises trouble."How dare you abduct my daughter?" Her father’s booming voice slices through the peaceful atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention. His eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and disbelief as he takes in the sight of his daughter in a wedding dress, standing next to Dante, who looks caught between panic and determination. I immediately step forward, my protective instincts kicking in, but before I can speak, Andrew and my grandfather appear out of nowhere, moving to intercept Elysia’s parents. Their presence is a calming force, and I see both of them exchange a quick glance before addressing the royal witches.“Wait,” Andrew begins, his voice calm but firm, as he raises his hands to sto