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.
LucasMy eyes stay on Anastasia.Not her hands. Not the chain. Her eyes.People forget how loud eyes are. They think silence lives in mouths, but it doesn’t. It lives in what people do when they think no one is watching. Anastasia’s gaze flicks left. Then right. Then back again. Small movement. Almost lazy. Something you’d miss if you don't know what to look for.That pattern lands in my head and clicks into place like it’s always been there.A signal.She doesn't want Helena or Ryan to know that she is our family.My hand moves before Aurora’s voice does. I catch her fingers mid-motion and hold them. No squeeze. No warning. Just contact. Stop. Her breath stutters through the bond, sharp and bright, like touching cold metal by accident. Shock, yes. Confusion too. But she doesn’t pull away. She never does. She trusts that if I stop her, it’s because something matters more than words right now.I feel her mind shift. Questioning turns into listening. She’s smart like that.I don’t look
LucasThe moment my feet hit the bottom step, my brain switches modes.Not panic. Not fear. Assessment.Places like this announce themselves, but they also lie. The trick is knowing which parts are real and which parts are trying to distract you. I take in the smell first because scent never lies. Old blood. Not fresh. Not recent. Dried long enough to turn sharp and sour, like metal left out in the rain. Rot layered on top of it, the kind that sinks into stone and never quite leaves. That tells me two things. This place has not been used in a long time. And when it was used, it was used thoroughly.Good to know.The hallway stretches ahead, narrow enough to funnel movement, wide enough to walk two abreast if you had to. Cells on both sides. Iron bars, thick, heavy, built to last. Some bent slightly inward, which tells me people pulled on them from the inside. A lot. That detail sticks. You do not bend iron unless desperation is involved.My mind pulls threads without me asking it to.
LucasWe sit around a small dining table in the kitchen, close enough that our knees almost touch when someone shifts. The room smells like herbs and heat and something familiar I cannot name, the kind of smell that settles into clothes and memory without asking permission. A large bowl of soup sits in the center, steam curling upward in lazy spirals. It looks simple. Everything here looks simple. That alone makes me uneasy.Ryan’s mother moves around the kitchen like she has lived in this exact rhythm forever. No hesitation. No searching hands. If you ignore the blankness in her eyes, the way her gaze never quite lands, you would never guess she cannot see. She reaches for bowls stacked neatly to her left, fingers brushing the rim of the top one like a quiet check. Five bowls. She does not count out loud. She does not pause.I watch her hands more than her face. The way she grips the ladle. The angle she tips it at. She pours soup into each bowl without spilling a drop, adjusting the
LucasAurora walks toward us before I can get my thoughts in order. I notice the way her steps shorten when she is serious, like she is conserving something. She stops in front of Ryan, tilting her head just slightly, eyes sharp but not accusing.“Your mother?” she asks. “But why?”Ryan swallows. I watch his throat work, the way his shoulders lift a fraction and then drop. This is not easy for him. Whatever he is about to say was never meant to leave his mouth.“I can’t tell you much,” he says. His voice comes out low, rough around the edges. “I don’t think I’d even know how to explain it.” He chews on his bottom lip, teeth catching skin, a nervous habit he probably hates about himself. “But I can take you to her.”Every instinct in me rises up at once. I open my mouth, already forming a refusal, already planning a dozen ways this could go wrong.I snap my head toward her. She is calm. Too calm. Not reckless, not naïve. Just certain. That is what gets me.Caleb stiffens beside me. I c
LucasCaleb rubs the back of his neck like he is smoothing out a bad idea, which is funny because he never regrets his bad ideas. His mouth is already tilted into that familiar smirk, the one that says he enjoyed every second of it. There is sweat drying at his temples, leaving faint salt lines that catch the light. He always looks like this after a fight. Too pleased. Too loose.“Did I hit you bad?” he asks.I snort. “You hit like a pup.”He laughs under his breath, shoulders relaxed, like we just finished sparring for fun and not because everything lately feels one step away from falling apart. “How about the elbow you caught in your face?”“Perfect placement,” I say. “I hope you enjoyed it.”“Barely felt it.” He shrugs, like we are talking about weather. Then his eyes shift, not to me, but past me. To her.Aurora is stretched out on the blanket a few feet away, one knee bent, hair lifting and falling against her cheek whenever the wind decides to toy with her. She is reading on her
AuroraI have been at this for hours.I know because the light has changed. It starts soft, gentle, brushing my skin like it is only passing through. Now it presses down, heavy and bright, sitting on my shoulders like it plans to stay. The morning slips into afternoon without asking me, and the sun turns sharp, almost rude.Sweat slides down my spine, collecting between my shoulder blades before trailing lower. My shirt clings in places I hate. My hair sticks to the back of my neck, and every time I move, I feel overheated and clumsy. I swipe my forearm across my forehead and immediately regret it because now my arm is damp too.I glance at Lucas and Caleb without meaning to.They look unfair.Both of them are sweaty, shirts darkened at the collar and chest, hair slightly messy. And somehow it works. Lucas stands with his sleeves pushed up, forearms flexed as he talks to Caleb in a low voice. Caleb is leaning against a tree, one knee bent, posture loose like this is just another after







