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AzuraMy heart thunders when he turns to walk out. Never in my worst dreams, I imagined that the guards who were sent by the principal were not the guards but the men behind my father’s murder.“Did you kill my father?” I spit through clenched teeth.Brad lets out a wicked laugh. “We wish we could but that’s not what you should be thinking right now, little girl. You should be worried if you will be able to take both of us in your little pussy.” My wolf growls and fights me to let her take control and use all our strength to kill those fuckers. I shove her away and control my anger, though I badly want to rip his heart out myself. I have to let them carry to where their leader is. I need to reach that bastard, and his minions are the only way to get to him.“Where do you think you’re going?” Ryker snarls viciously, standing at the door. His brown orbs meet my blue ones, and I immediately regret calling him. I should have waited and faced these bastards by myself. “Step aside, kid. Y
RykerThe color drains off her face and her eyes narrow as she looks at me with a confused face which slowly turns into a furious one. I heave a sigh of relief, I got here in time, or else… No, I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened. I shouldn’t have left her alone. My wolf suggests that I should keep her with me no matter where I go. For the first time, we agree on something.“I think that they know that I’m not Elias and a she-wolf but if they already know the truth, why are they still keeping me in the academy when they should just kick me out?” She muses, massaging her temple. “Let’s go inside first. I don’t think that we should have this conversation here,” I say, grabbing her hand before dragging her back to our room and closing the door behind me.Azura throws her wig in frustration and it lands on the floor. I clench my fists and ignore the mess she’s making in the room. “What is running in that old man’s head?” She grunts, sitting on the edge of the bed with
RykerHis face is calm and void of any emotions while Azura’s heart is galloping in her chest but she is not showing any sign of fear on her face. Alex clears his throat and locks his eyes with Azura. I hold her hand under the table and give her a gentle squeeze to calm her down. “You’re looking too cool for the scandal you have done,” Alex finally opens his mouth. What surprises me is that his face has no expression of anger or evilness. Alex stares at her intensely as if he is trying to mind-link her and she gets up from her chair. Her eyes widen and her chest rises and falls rapidly.“How? How did you do that?” She asks in a low voice, her hands trembling slightly.Alex looks at her with raised brows. “You didn’t know that you had this power.” His words sound like a statement rather than a question which means that he knows something about her which even she doesn’t know.“Only the Alpha King can mind-link with any Alpha,” Azura whispers to herself, her hands still shivering but
AzuraA smirk crosses Ryker’s face as his intense gaze meets Alex’s and he clenches his jaw. Alex is giving him a death glare and he is on the edge of shifting. This man won’t hesitate to provoke a professor. It’s not the right time to have a fight with the professor who knows my secret. “Don’t you dare say that again,” Alex spits venomously, his teeth grinding as he restrains his anger. “Why? Are you having a hard time accepting the truth?” Ryker smirks and I pull his hand, indicating him to shut his mouth but he glares at me as if I’m not making any sense to him. “Let’s not argue on this,” I say, trying to avoid the fight and arguments that these two Alphas might have if I don’t speak up. “How come you don’t know why your father wants me dead, Professor Alex?” I finally ask what has been running in my mind since the moment he asked me about the guards who were sent to kill me. He swallows and averts his gaze from me. Ryker and I give each other a pointed look. He is definitely
RykerI watch him keenly, my brows kneading as I try to focus on the man standing before me and not the woman sitting beside me. “Okay, I will do that,” Alex mutters, looking at Azura as my heart skips. Why is he giving the look as if she is in danger and he has found something that is not good for her?“But why are you not kicking her out if you have found out the truth, Dad?” Alex asks, confirming my doubts. He puts his phone on speaker and I hear his father say, “She is not an ordinary she-wolf. I have been looking for her my whole life and finally found her so I can’t let her just go like that, Alex.”“What is so special about her?” Alex questions curiously. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you this over a phone call. You can come and have breakfast with me tomorrow but make sure that she doesn’t run away. I will send the new guards for her,” he says and cuts the call. “What is wrong with this old man? Why does he think that I will let the guards hover around me now when his previous
AzuraMy heart is racing in my chest after hearing those words from him. I look away from him, breaking the intense eye contact. I let go of the breath that I wasn’t even aware of holding in. My wolf giggles and begs me to kiss him. If there is an award for suggesting stupid things at the wrong time, my wolf deserves that award more than everyone else. She pouts and argues with me that he loves us so everything is fair. I ignore her pleas and drama, rolling my eyes at her.I wonder why he said that when that wasn’t the truth. After all the time I have spent with him, I have learned that it’s better to shut my mouth and wait for him to tell me his reasons because he is smart and does everything for a valid reason.“You may leave. I will update you about what happens tomorrow,” Alex says, breaking the awkward silence between us. “Okay. I will wait for your next call, then,” Ryker says in a stiff voice and gets up from his chair, pulling my hand with him and kissing it. “Let’s go, baby
Azura“I'm good, thanks,” I murmur, avoiding looking at either of them, who are I'm pretty sure glaring at each other.Nicholas peeks at me with suspicion in his brown eyes. I calm my anxious nerves so my heart won't start galloping in my chest, confirming all of the doubts he might have.“Get lost, bastard,” Ryker seethes, grinding his teeth. His wolf’s eyes flash as he puts his spoon down and throws daggers at Nicholas.Nicholas doesn’t back off. He looks him square in the eye and spits, “What is your problem? I’m not talking to you.”I glare at Ryker to tell him to control his anger and he gets the clue. “Get your ass off my table and then, talk to whoever you want, I won’t have any issue,” he says coldly. This man changes his attitude more frequently than the weather in the UK. I roll my eyes inwardly and continue eating my burger, ignoring their banter. “Elias, you won’t mind coming with me to another table, will you?” Nicholas asks, smiling sweetly at me. I shoot him a smile,
RykerI hate the way she looks at me with that reprimanding glare as she exhales through her mouth. My wolf gets all worked up every time that bastard gets close to us. Her, my wolf corrects me with his classic growl. Why the fuck are you so overprotective of her? Do you have to make it so obvious? I scold my wolf who just purrs and ignores my questions. “You gotta keep your attitude and anger in check, Sir,” Azura taunts me after sitting on the bed. Exhaustion is visible on her face, even I’m tired of this long day but something tells me that it’s not ended yet. “I hate him so it makes sense,” I shrug, trying to avoid what might lead to something that I don’t want to admit. Azura's gaze burns with anger as it meets mine. “You know what I’m talking about, Ryker. Don’t try to fool me and remember that I agreed to become only your fake Luna, not the real one so keep that overprotective Alpha attitude to yourself because I’m not your asset or property. I belong to no one,” she says co
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