LOGINMikhail
The door to the office opens after a soft knock on the door, and I immediately recognize the scent of my Beta, Alexei. Lifting my head, I look at the blurred figure of his frame.
"Alpha," he says, his tone serious. "We've received an invitation."
"Invitation?" I raise an eyebrow.
It is strange because nobody wants to invite me into their territory because of my reputation.
"Yes, for the Full Moon Ball at Redwood Pack." He places an envelope on my desk and pushes in my direction until it touches my fingertips. "It's from Alpha Gregor."
"What does he want from us this time?" I reach out and run my fingers over the envelope, feeling the embossed seal of the Redwood Pack. Gregor.
Alexei takes a seat in front of my desk before he speaks.
"From what I have gathered, he's inviting all the prominent packs. Probably to form alliances as there has been a rise in rogue attacks."
"Do you plan to attend, Alpha?" Alexei asks.
The idea of mingling with other Alphas doesn't appeal to me, but there is something about the Redwood pack that is intriguing, and even my wolf seems to agree with me.
"Yes," I finally say. "We will attend."
"Very well, I'll make the necessary arrangements." Alexei says, and after a moment, he adds, "Maybe this year you will find your mate."
"I already have Layla, and I don't need anyone else." Shaking my head, I interlock my fingers and place my hands on the table, "She is what I want."
"Mikhail, the true mate bond is irreplaceable." Running his fingers through his hair, he sighs, "No one takes her place in your life. You may feel Layla is good for you, but it is your true mate who has been created for you... she will be the someone who you need."
Alexei is not only my beta but also my friend. We have been together for as long as we can remember. He has been my only friend and someone whom I trust. We have seen so much together in our lives that there are hardly any secrets between us.
"I don't need anyone. I already have everything that I want: my pack, my people, and a she-wolf who will become the Luna of this pack and bear my pups. Soon after the Full Moon Ball, I will make an announcement about accepting Layla as the Luna."
"End of discussion." My voice comes out stern, with no room for further discussion when I feel he is about to say something.
"Very well, Alpha." I sense him bowing before he leaves the room.
I mindlink Layla to come inside my study.
Not even five minutes have passed when she walks inside the room.
"Alpha, what can I do for you?" I hear a smile in her voice. "Isn't it a bit too early to be frisky?" She teases as she settles down in the seat where Alexei has been sitting earlier.
After Alexei, Layla has been the one who has been with me for years. Alexei and Layla are two people who have been with me before I took over the Alpha position. In a way we have formed our own bond, but for some reason Alexei never liked Layla and has just been cordial with her because of me.
Layla is a strong and fertile shewolf in her prime with an Alpha and Beta blood. She is loyal to me and understands my need, and for me she is perfect to be my mate and to bear my offsprings.
My wolf lowly growls even though he agrees with me, but I know a part of him will never accept her because he is tuned to accept his true mate.
That's why I need to complete my mating bond with Layla before my so-called true mate appears before me if she exists. Because once it happens then my wolf will not accept any other shewolf as his mate other than her, and if I reject her before completing the mating bond then he will go insane.
"I am going to Redwood pack for the Full Moon Ball, I will be gone for four days, and in my absence I will leave you in-charge of the pack." Leaning back in my chair, I stare in her direction, even though I can't see properly but if I focus too hard I make out the outlines, "Alexei will be accompanying me so the pack will be your responsiblity."
"Isn't that your Luna's responsibility?" She laughs lightly.
"It is; that's why I am giving it to you." A smirk form on my lips, "After I return from the ball, I will announce you as my Luna and seal the mating bond with you."
"Mikhail." She walks around and sits on knees infront of me and keeps her hands on my knees, "I promise, I will never let you or this pack down. I will be the Luna that this pack deserves and I will be the mate that you want."
"I know that's why I have chose you." I run my hand through her hair, my actions similar to petting an animal, "You are aware of the consequences if you fail me, right?" Harshly grabbing her hair, I yank her head back.
I can feel her nodding her slightly while I smell her fear.
She knows I don't forgive mistakes and even she will not be spare of the consequences if she fails to fulfill her responsiblity.
"Good girl." Releasing my grip, I smooth her hair.
"Prepare the pack for my absence. Ensure everything runs smoothly, and if there are any issues, you know how to reach me."
"Of course, Alpha." Her voice trembles slightly, but she is quick to find her composure.
As she leaves, I feel a sense of satisfaction. My plans are falling into place, and soon, everything will be as it should be.
AuroraWe walk again after, our steps falling into an easy rhythm like they have always known how to find each other. The night air feels softer now, cooler against my cheeks. My fingers stay laced with his, and every so often his thumb traces a quiet circle against my knuckle. Not asking. Just there. It feels like reassurance without words.The stars stretch above us, scattered and quiet. Somewhere nearby, a breeze moves through the trees, carrying that faint scent of earth and pine. It reminds me of home. Or maybe it reminds me of him. The two things are starting to blur in ways that feel comforting instead of scary.I clear my throat, already smiling because I know how this is going to sound. “I need to tell you something.”He looks at me right away. Always does. His attention shifts fully, like I have gently tapped his shoulder from the inside. “Okay.”“I have to visit my dad,” I say. “It’s my grandparents’ anniversary. He wants me there. I kind of have to show up.”There it is. T
AuroraLucas’s face freezes in a way I have never seen before. Not anger. Not calculation. Just pure surprise, wide-eyed and unguarded, like his thoughts tripped over each other and fell down the stairs.I laugh before I can stop myself. It slips out warm and unguarded, and that seems to shake him loose.He blinks once. Twice. His jaw tightens, then loosens, like he is testing if his mouth still works. When he finally moves, he steps closer, slow enough that I notice the careful placement of his boots, the way his shoulders square as if he is bracing for impact.He steps closer, eyes searching mine. “Why did you say that I marked you?”I tilt my head, letting the question sit between us. The corner of my mouth lifts. “Did you really think I would never find out?” I raise a brow, just enough. “That bite was not random. It was you claiming me.” My fingers trace the spot beneath my collarbone through the fabric, not revealing it, just reminding him it exists.His hand goes through his ha
LucasAnastasia knocks once and then pushes the door open like she owns the place when I tell her to come in, which she kind of does, it is her home as well.She sets a paper bag on my desk, right on top of a map I was staring holes into. The smell hits first. Baked potato chips. Warm. Salty. Comfort disguised as food.She just got back from Headquarters. I can tell by the tension still sitting in her shoulders and the faint metallic scent that always clings to her jacket after long days there.Who would have thought the Chief of Hunters would become my sister. Life is funny that way. Not ironic. Just strange and persistent.I glance at the bag and then at her. “You brought these again.”“You like them,” she says, like that explains everything. It does to her. One detail cataloged and stored forever.I once mentioned liking the baked potato chips one of the chefs at HQ makes. Just a passing comment, nothing important. But since then, every time those chips are baked, she brings them f
AuroraThe cup is warm in my hands. Too warm. I notice it and still lift it to my mouth because I am distracted by the smell, by the way the chocolate looks thicker than anything I have ever had before. Merope stands across from me, her back half turned as she puts something away on a shelf. She hums softly, not a song I recognize.I take a sip.Instant regret.Heat floods my mouth and I make a small, undignified noise as I pull back, coughing once, eyes watering. The cup wobbles in my hands and I manage not to drop it, which feels like a minor miracle considering the way my tongue feels like it has been personally betrayed.Before I can recover, Merope turns.Her eyes flick straight to my face. Not the cup. Not the spill that did not happen. My face. The way my lips part as I breathe through my mouth, the quick blink of my eyes as I try not to make this worse.The sting lingers, sharp but fading.She crosses the room in a few steps. I notice how she moves without rush, but everything
AuroraElder Merope is old. Not just old, but ancient in the way mountains are old. The kind of old that is older than your grandparents or great-grandparents. If I did not know her, if I had passed her on the street, I would have guessed she was maybe forty. Calm eyes. Smooth skin. Hair only lightly touched with silver. Nothing about her looks like centuries. And yet everything about her feels like time.My grandmother would want to kill her if she ever met Merope and found that, without any costly procedures, she looks this young.Her house smells like dried herbs and rain-soaked earth... and feels welcoming. I like the way her eyes soften when they land on me.She is kind to me. Not polite-kind. Not careful-kind. Real kindness. The kind that does not hover or pity. Lucas trusts her, and that trust slides into me without resistance. If he believes in her, then I do too. Simple as that.“You are special,” she tells me, not for the first time. She keeps saying this to me as an affirm
LucasThe wind will not shut up.It keeps pushing through the trees outside, leaves brushing and colliding, a soft but relentless sound that drills straight into my head. Swish. Rattle. Pause. Then again. The rhythm is almost intentional, like it knows I am trying to think and wants to be counted among my thoughts. I sit at the desk with papers spread out in front of me, maps pinned, notes stacked, timestamps circled and crossed out so many times the ink has started to blur. Aurora is not here, she is at Merope's place.I will pick her up in an hour. Sixty minutes. I check the time without meaning to as I am literally counting seconds until she is with me.Forcing my mind back to the task, I trace the pattern of attacks again with the tip of my pen. Location. Time. Method. Entry. Exit. I say the words silently, like a mantra. I have already submitted my final assignment. University is finished for now, which should feel like relief. Instead it feels like permission. Every spare minute







