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.
AuroraThe moment we cross the gate, something in my chest loosens. Not completely, but still not feeling being suppressed.Ryan flicks a glance at me. Quick. Observant. Like he is checking to see if I am still holding myself together. He does not say anything, though. He keeps his eyes on the road, one hand lightly tapping the wheel in a pattern I cannot place. Maybe a habit. Maybe nerves. Maybe nothing at all.Soon we are on the main road that curves toward town. I recognize the line of old brick buildings in the distance, the faint glow of streetlights that always turn on earlier than necessary, or sometimes I wonder if they even turn them off at all, because the sun is high in the sky and there is no need for it. I expect him to keep going straight.He doesn’t.Ryan takes a turn without announcing it, the car rolling into a quieter side road instead of following the path toward the shops and people and noise. Trees hang low over the edges, their leaves brushing my window as we pa
Aurora The next morning, when I open my door, Ryan is already there. He stands like he has been carved into that exact spot, but then something unexpected happens. He nods his head in greeting, and a small, polite smile lifts his mouth. It is quick, almost shy, but real enough to catch me off guard. People here do not smile. Especially the guards. They move like programmed bodies, trained to look through you rather than at you. They speak only if spoken to, and even then, their voices sound like someone erased emotion from their throats. But Ryan. He is different. So to test my theory, I smile back. I keep it soft so it does not look like I am challenging him, just acknowledging him as a person. "Good morning, Ryan." "Good morning, Miss Blake." His tone stays formal, yet there is a hint of genuine warmth in it. Let's see how long it takes for this warmth to vanish from his tone after he is working here. He positions himself half a step behind me as I walk toward the dining hall
AuroraI always find solutions to problems. It is one of those things people say about me whenever they want to sound impressed. Like it is stitched into my DNA, something I inherited along with my eye color or the shape of my cheekbones. But this time I look at my hands resting uselessly on my lap and I do not even know how or where to start.The problem is simple. That is what makes it worse. I am trapped in my own room. Not with chains. Not with bars. Just rules that feel heavier than any lock. I am allowed to leave only for meals, which is beginning to make the hallway feel like a reward instead of a place I grew up walking through barefoot, leaving tiny sock prints behind on the marble.I sit up on the mattress and stare at the door. It is closed in the most normal way possible. Pine wood with a soft shine. The knob holds a faint coldness in winter that used to shock me awake during school mornings.Nothing about it looks threatening. Yet right now it feels like a reminder like I
AuroraI pull my cardigan closer around my body, tucking the fabric in tight like I am trying to hold myself together from the outside in. The room feels colder than usual, even though the heater hums softly in the corner. Maybe it is the kind of cold that settles inside a person and then makes a home there.I stand by the window, the glass cool under my fingertips. The vines that used to creep along the frame and block half my view are gone. Cut clean. It almost looks like the way it was before, the way I used to like it. A strange reminder that even things that grow without permission can be erased if someone decides they should not be there.I press my forehead lightly against the glass. The chill seeps into my skin, and for a second it feels good, like it pushes back the warmth rising behind my eyes. My reflection stares back at me.I blink, and for a heartbeat I imagine him behind me, his reflection overlapping mine. Tall. Solid. Those quiet eyes that catch everything I try to hi
LucasThe main lounge is too quiet when I step back inside. It is the type of quiet that feels shaped by people trying too hard to act normal. A fake kind of calm that sits on top of something nervous. I can feel everyone watching me before I actually meet their eyes. Their gazes catch on me the way people stare at a glass they expect to slip out of someone’s hand.They think I might break. Fall apart. Lose control. Shatter like something fragile.It almost makes me laugh. After everything I have survived, if they still think I can fall so easily, they really do not know me.My attention drifts across the room until it lands on Anastasia. She sits like she always does, a posture so sure of itself that it could intimidate half the world. Her chin is lifted slightly, her shoulders relaxed, her gaze cool. She looks unbothered. Almost bored.She is pretending, of course. But right now, she is the only person who is not staring at me like I am a ticking bomb.I walk toward her. My feet mov
LucasI hate that I know this was necessary. That this is what keeping everyone safe looks like, watching her walk away while I stand still, pretending it doesn’t break something inside me. I hate that I’m the logical one. The rational one. The one who has to think about what happens if I tear through her father’s men, how their bodies would fall, how questions would rise, how their blood would lead straight to us. To my people. To my family.I hate that she had to say those words. Words she didn’t mean. Words that tasted like poison even as they left her lips.And I hate that I let her suffer. That I stood there, knowing exactly what it was costing her to say them. I let her carry that weight because it was the only way to keep her safe, to keep everyone safe. But knowing that doesn’t make it hurt any less.When she looked at me for the last time, her face was a blank canvas, but I could feel everything she didn’t say. The tiny twitch in the corner of her mouth, the way her throat mo







