Ryker“Are you looking for Elias?” A man asks me as I look around the field where I had last seen Azura. “Hmm,” I nod my head and he flashes me a smile, making me frown. “I’m Dane-” he starts introducing himself but I raise my hand to insinuate for him to shut his fucking mouth as I’m not interested in making any acquaintance with him or anyone else here. Dane swallows hard under my hard gaze which makes me feel like he knows something which isn’t pleasing to me. Has Nicholas again pulled some dirty tricks? I swear, if this time, he doesn’t leave us alone, I’ll make him regret even coming here. “If you know where A…” I bite my tongue, almost taking her real name. I clear my throat before continuing, “Just let me know where he is,” I finish and heave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, sure. Professor Alex wanted to have a word with him alone so they went in that direction,” he says and points to the direction where I head without thanking him. I have a feeling that I should stay away from
Azura“He is my cousin, Ryker. He is the only family I have left. I can’t be selfish enough to leave him alone when I know that he is in danger,” I tell him, removing the damn wig from my head. Perhaps it was the wrong decision to come here in the first place. I should have stayed with Elias in his pack. “Let me remind you if you’re forgetting, he is my friend, too,” Ryker spits icily, standing before me with folded arms and a stone face, his steely gaze fixated on me as he studies my expressions. I know that I’m panicking but I can’t help it. After reading that creepy note and learning about the rogues’ constant attacks on his pack, I can’t just stay here selfishly while he fights for his pack, and what if something happens to him… I’ll never be able to forgive myself. At this moment, nothing matters more than my cousin’s safety and well-being. If those bloody creatures can break into the Academy’s security system and kill an Alpha, it won’t be hard for them to attack Elias. “Yo
Ryker“Can I ask you something, Alpha Ryker?” Ethan asks as I go over the images of the candidate who was found dead on his phone. I have come to his office to know more about the attack that happened in the Academy. Surprisingly, there is no CCTV footage of someone entering the Academy or going out. It’s as if someone appeared from thin air and disappeared in the air again because there was nothing that could be found on the CCTV footage. Ethan asked for the footage when I requested it, wanting to go through everything by myself and make sure that I found something. “Sure,” I reply and zoom on the image of his dead body. How can his body bear the marks of someone attacking him when no one can be seen? His ribs are open and torn, blood spurting out from his heart. Whoever has killed him was a monster, he has killed him brutally, mercilessly. “You know, your Mom and I were best friends, right?” Ethan seeks, looking up at me with a puzzled glance.I ignore the emotions that come for
Ryker“Trust me, you’re going to learn a lot of things about your Mom,” Ethan states with a wide grin on his face as my hands caress the locket of heart-shaped in my hand. His words make me feel uneasy, I’m not even sure why I accepted it from him. Is it right to have something which you think belongs solely to you? “Elias isn’t leaving the Academy, you will protect him, right?” He raises his brows, bringing me out of my reverie. I hum and nod my head, taking my leave. I had left Azura in the Mess area and prevented her from getting up from her chair until I returned. No one will attack her in public and the dining area will be the most crowded place. When I reach the Mess Hall, I look where I had left her but she is not there. My heart thunders, anticipating the worst as I scan the dining area but she is nowhere to be seen.My legs trot in Nicholas’s direction before even I can try to think where she might be. That bastard must be involved in this, I have this bad feeling…“Ryker
Azura“Are you kidding me?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief. Is he serious? He can’t be, right? My wolf begs me to let him sleep beside us, she is so desperate for this and I feel my throat dry as he stares at me coldly, making me realize that he is adamant about it. “You can’t possibly think of me sleeping with you in one bed, right?” I giggle as he simply folds his hands and glares at me with his cold brown eyes that are missing their warmth. “You’re not assuming that I’ll guard your bed while you take your beauty sleep, huh?” He cocks a brow at me, sighing loudly and I feel his hot breaths caressing my face which had awakened me in the first place. “You can do that, I don’t mind,” I shrug and turn to the other side. “But I do, Azura Riverstone,” he spits in his deep husky voice that makes the swarm of butterflies alive in my stomach. The next thing I feel is my bed dipping as he makes himself comfortable on my bed. I turn to tell him to get off my bed but when I turn my
AzuraI wake up to the squealing sound of my alarm. My hands fly to my mouth when I realize that my hand is lying on his chest, and I’m practically sleeping on him as my head is on his chest.My wolf yelps, enjoying the proximity much to her liking. I immediately get off his chest and run to the bathroom to get ready for today’s schedule. The cold water runs on my naked body as I have stripped out of my clothes. I stare at my hands with a coy smile on my face. I can’t believe my hands were lying on his naked chest a few minutes ago. The foreign feeling of having touched his chest in my sleep is provoking a tingling rush of delight that floods my senses.“Be quick, or the breakfast might get finished before even we reach there,” Ryker’s voice booms, followed by a couple of knocks on the door. After drying myself with the towel, I put my bathrobe on and got out of the bathroom to get ready in my room.“Thank Goddess that you have decided to get ready in the room and not in the bathroo
Ryker Dane is following her around like a puppy, which makes me want to rip his heart out. Can’t he just understand my words and leave us alone? He doesn’t have to eat with us, and I don’t like sharing the table with him. And Azura loves to get under my skin. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel regret for choosing to help her and even for making her my roommate. I should have chosen a male, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone else, and since men make the place dirty and untidy, which I hate, so I thought that Azura would be a better option.“Line up, boys,” the officer shouts as everyone reaches the ground of the sports area. I know what he is going to do next, so I pull Azura’s hand to keep her next to me, but Dane holds her hand to force her to stand next to him in the fourth row as the boys make four rows, and I’m standing in the first one while they are standing in the second and third, respectively.“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he states, gawking at her hand in shock. This
AzuraIf I have to meet the Alpha King and ask him for help, I have to make it to the third round, at least. I make a mental note to myself, running with Ryker, or should I say dragging my feet to match up his speed?You got this, Zu. I'm your strength, and they will see that you're the strongest Alpha in the country. My wolf encourages me, which I should say is being delusional.I'm not an Alpha, silly. I giggle at her, and she puffs her cheeks, looking cute. She is missing roaming into the woods, and it has been a long time since she took a run and let her furs feel the fresh air. You might not be, but I'm an Alpha wolf, she boasts, not minding to have a reality check. I have never felt this week before. I always considered myself a strong she-wolf who could easily take on two or three wolves, but while running lapses, I realized that I'm not that strong. “Faster, A… Elias,” Ryker snarls, pushing me to my limits. He is not used to calling me Elias, but I'm grateful that he's smar
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