Dorian’s sharp senses immediately caught a movement in the woods. His body tensed as he instinctively lunged forward, aiming for the source of the disturbance. His powerful frame surged with predatory grace, and before he could think twice, his hands wrapped around the shape shifting figure.A sudden shift in the air startled him. The wolf beneath his grip transformed in a blur, its fur receding and morphing into the form of a slender, agile woman. Her mischievous grin met his eyes as she lay pinned under his weight.“Alpha, why are you so impatient? You could have asked questions, not trying to jump over.” Her voice was soft yet teasing, her eyes dancing with humor as she gazed up at him.Dorian blinked in surprise, pulling back slightly. "Ashina?" His deep growl turned into a confused murmur. "Why would you—"Ashina chuckled, her laughter carefree. “Calm down, Alpha. You should’ve known it was me by now.” She didn’t seem at all bothered by being tackled. "It’s not like I’m a threat.
The tension in the hall was thick as Ashina caught sight of what had grabbed Dorian’s attention. Her laughter, light and playful, cut through the silence like a knife. "Oh, there she is," she teased, her eyes glittering with a mix of curiosity and amusement.Dorian’s gaze dropped immediately, his jaw tightening. He hadn’t wanted anyone to notice Irwin, least of all Ashina. He could feel his control slipping, and that was the last thing he needed.Leo sighed heavily beside him, running a hand through his hair. "Ashina, must you always make a scene?" His voice held a thread of irritation, though it was mostly for show. He knew better than to try and control Ashina.With a mischievous grin, Ashina ignored Leo and quickly made her way down the hallway toward Dorian’s chambers. She pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of Irwin standing near the entrance, looking startled. Their eyes met briefly before Irwin quickly looked away, her confusion evident. "Hey," Ashina said casua
Dorian’s lips parted, but the words didn’t follow. His eyes flickered to Irwin, who was sitting quietly across from him. The weight of Leo’s question hung over him like a shadow. There was a time when Dorian might have snapped back without hesitation, but now... now it was different.Ashina’s eyes darted between the two men. Her lips curled into a subtle smile. Leo had gone too far, and she was eager to see him put in his place, whether by Dorian or by his own arrogance.Leo continued to eat, his fork scraping against his plate in a deliberate manner, each sound adding to the growing discomfort. His eyes, however, were fixed on Irwin, and the contempt in them was clear. He saw her as a weak link, someone unworthy of Dorian’s time and attention. His challenge was more than a question. It was an attack, one meant to humiliate not just Irwin, but Dorian as well.Dorian clenched his fist beneath the table. He was fighting an internal war between his loyalty to Leo and his responsibility a
Irwin’s heart felt heavy in her chest as she stared out of the small window in her room. The night was still, yet her thoughts were anything but. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to silence the doubt that clawed at the edges of her mind. What had happened earlier with Leo she just met for the first time, left her feeling unsettled, and the weight of being Dorian’s mate didn’t help. No matter how much time passed, the sense of not belonging never left her.A soft knock echoed through the quiet room, startling Irwin from her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not at this hour. Her pulse quickened, but she forced her voice to remain steady as she called out, "Come in."The door creaked open, revealing Ashina standing there, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Irwin felt a small sense of relief wash over her at the sight of the familiar face. Ashina stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click."Hey, I hope I’m not disturbing you at all, Irwin," Ash
Ashina rushed to the door with an inhuman speed, her keen senses heightened, expecting someone to be eavesdropping outside. But when she opened it, no one was there. She furrowed her brow, scanning the hallway, her sharp eyes picking up no signs of a presence. Sighing softly, she closed the door behind her and turned back to Irwin, shaking her head.“No one, Irwin stop making a scene,” Ashina said with a half smile, trying to shake off the unease. She quickly changed the subject, her tone light. “So, how about it? The human city, Irwin? The villagers are having a trade fair, and I thought it would be fun for us to go and look around. Get some air, and away from... everything, you know.”Irwin raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile. “The human city, huh? I’ve been there before, but never with anyone. It might be nice to have some company for a change, you know.”Ashina’s face brightened at her friend’s response, her excitement almost contagious. She sat down on the bed
The sound of the bell rang out across the Shadowclaw castle like an alarm in the night continuously, a sharp, relentless call to action. The tension in the air was palpable as Dorian stormed out of his chambers, fury written across his face. His mind was racing, but his body moved with a singular purpose.As he stepped into the courtyard, guards immediately rushed toward him, their breath heavy with anticipation. The soldiers lined up in perfect formation, their faces a mix of fear and readiness, waiting for their Alpha’s command.“Alpha!” the head of the guards called out as he rushed toward Dorian. “We’ve spotted wolves, ones that doesn't belong to our clan, roaming near the borders. They’re moving fast and it looks like they’re on a mission.”Dorian’s eyes darkened, his body vibrating with fury. “How many?” he growled, his voice sharp like a blade.“At least six, but there could be more. They’re fast, and we couldn’t catch them. We think they’re scouts.”Dorian’s eyes darkened again
The trees twitched violently, their branches trembling as if in fear. Dorian and his pack stood firm, their eyes scanning the dark woods. From out of nowhere, a group of wolves landed in front of Dorian with menacing growls, while others circled around them. Dorian’s golden eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he observed the intruders.A low, sinister chuckle escaped Dorian’s throat. “Finally,” he growled, his voice carrying a cruel edge. “You’ve come out of your hiding.”The lead wolf from the unknown pack sneered, his dark fur bristling in the moonlight. “Hiding?” His voice was thick with disdain. “We don’t hide from weak alphas like you. You’re nothing but a pawn, cleaning up after those who are truly powerful.”Dorian’s grin widened, showing his sharp teeth. “And you’re just another fool who thinks he can challenge me. Tell me, which clan do you crawl from?”The wolf remained silent, his yellow eyes burning with hate. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Dorian raised an eyebrow, waiti
The room was dimly lit, and shadows flickering against the stone walls as Alpha Valen sat alone, his hands resting on the edge of the dark, and ancient table. The air around him hummed with energy, a low, vibrating pulse that seemed to throb with every breath he took. In front of him, a swirling orb of mist and shadow hovered, reflecting the scene in the woods where Dorian and his pack were gathered.Alpha’s lips curled into a dark smile as he watched Dorian’s frustration mount. “You think you’ve got control, don’t you, Dorian?” Alpha murmured under his breath. “But I’m always one step ahead of you.”A low chuckle echoed through the room as the relic.hidden and unseen by Dorian.glowed faintly in the woods. Vendetta’s magic had done its work. The Shadowclaw would never know the true source of their fear, nor who had been pulling the strings from behind the veil.“Let him suffer,” Alpha whispered. His voice, though soft, was dripping with venom. He clenched his fists as the swirling mi
"I thought if I pushed you hard enough, you’d leave," Dorian admitted quietly, the truth slipping out as if he hadn’t intended to reveal it. His gaze was distant, fixed on a point somewhere past her, as though looking at her would make it harder to continue. "Maybe you’d reject the bond yourself."His words hung heavily in the room, their meaning sinking into the space between them. Irwin felt a familiar ache stir in her chest, the old hurt of his rejection rising to the surface again. She had known, deep down, that Dorian had been trying to push her away, but hearing him admit it out loud was something else entirely.Irwin raised an eyebrow, masking the swirl of emotions inside her with a calm expression. "Oh....Well, you nearly got your wish."Dorian’s eyes flicked to hers at that, something unreadable passing over his face. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but then seemed to think better of it, his lips pressing into a thin line. The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortab
Dorian’s room felt colder as his words hung in the air. His gaze was distant, locked in memories that Irwin had never been part of, a time before they were bound together by fate. The weight of his confession pressed on her chest like a stone, making it hard to breathe."I was scared when I became the leader of the Shadowclaw pack." Dorian’s voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I grew up believing I had to be stronger than my father, tougher than any of my ancestors. Failure wasn’t an option."He paused, his eyes flickering toward her for the briefest moment before he looked away again. "None of the she-wolves who pursued me ever caught my interest. Not because they weren’t strong. They were. Many of them were fierce, capable, everything you’d expect from a mate of the Alpha. But I couldn’t choose any of them." Irwin’s hands tightened on the armrests of her chair, her heart thudding in her chest as she listened. She had heard stories about Dorian’s many suitors,
The room was filled with a strange silence as Irwin stepped inside, her footsteps barely making a sound against the thick rug beneath her. The warmth of Dorian's room enveloped her, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. It was a space so personal, so distinctly his, yet here she was, invited but still feeling like an outsider. Irwin quietly made her way to a chair set against the far side of the room. She sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she watched Dorian, waiting for some indication of what he wanted. There was an air of uncertainty between them, a tension that had yet to unravel, and Irwin couldn’t help but wonder what this night would bring.Dorian, however, didn’t look at her. He moved to the window, gazing out into the darkness beyond, the light from the moon casting soft shadows across his face. For a long moment, he stood there, his back to her, and the silence stretched on.Irwin shifted in her seat, her curiosity piqued. This wasn’t like him, to be
The night was very calm with no sound of the guards or the servants, but the tension in the air was palpable, a delicate balance between what was happening and what neither of them could admit. Irwin’s footsteps slowed as they neared her room. Her body, though physically tired, felt a strange kind of alertness. The mouth of Dorian was still fresh on her mouth, and the weight of Dorian’s touch and traces of kisses on her lips lingering longer than she anticipated.She instinctively veered toward her door, the familiar path pulling her closer to the solitude she was accustomed to. But just as she took a step toward the door, she felt a gentle, almost absent-minded tug on her wrist. It wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to stop her in her tracks.She turned, her eyes landing on Dorian, who hadn’t even realized what he had done. His fingers lingered on her wrist for a heartbeat longer before falling away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. His face was unreadable, his eyes distant yet
The hallway was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the narrow windows, as Irwin's face beamed in smile. The air between them felt thick, charged with something unspoken. Their footsteps, once in perfect rhythm, seemed to slow as the space between them diminished. Each step felt heavier, as if the distance that had once stretched far and wide between them was shrinking with every passing second.Dorian’s presence beside her was more noticeable than ever before. The tension in the air was not the kind that signaled a fight, but rather something more intimate, something that both of them had been avoiding for too long. His movements, usually so precise and controlled, felt almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure of what to do next. Without thinking, Dorian’s hand lightly brushed against Irwin’s shoulder, the contact so subtle that it could have been mistaken for an accident. But to Irwin, it wasn’t. The warmth of his touch spread through her like wildfire, stopping
The hallway stretched long before them, illuminated by the soft flicker of torchlight that danced along the stone walls. Their footsteps echoed in unison, the rhythmic sounds filling the otherwise quiet space as they moved side by side. Irwin glanced at Dorian from the corner of her eye, the tension between them for once muted. The silence that hung in the air was not strained, but peaceful—something that felt rare, almost fragile.As they walked, Irwin found herself lost in thought. She couldn’t remember the last time they had shared a moment like this, one without sharp words or cold glares. The memory of their recent fights seemed to linger at the edges of her mind, uninvited but ever-present. Each argument had left invisible scars, and each harsh exchange had added to the growing wall between them. It had become a pattern, one she had learned to expect from their strained bond. And yet tonight, there was something different.The softness in Dorian’s expression, the subtle way he w
When Dorian pulled away from the kiss, his eyes lingered on Irwin's, as though he were searching for something—reassurance, understanding, perhaps even a reflection of his own tumultuous emotions. His fingers, rough from battles and hardened by years of holding back, softened as they traced the curve of her lips. It was as though he couldn’t fully believe what had just happened, and neither could Irwin. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribs with a wild intensity that she had never felt before. Dorian had always been so distant, locked away behind walls of ice, but now, something inside him had melted. Something had shifted between them, and it was undeniable. Irwin stared up at him, still trying to process the moment. The tenderness of the kiss lingered, but it wasn’t just the kiss that had shaken her—it was the way Dorian had allowed himself to be vulnerable. It was the way he had let down his guard, even for just a brief moment. Without a word, Dorian moved. He took her by t
Dorian’s hand slid gently from her hair, tracing the side of her face with a tenderness that Irwin had never experienced from him before. His fingers moved delicately, brushing her cheek as though he were afraid she might disappear at any moment. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension that hung between them, thick and heavy.“You’re beautiful,” Dorian said suddenly, his voice low but filled with conviction.The words hit her like a wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She had never expected to hear that from him—not from Dorian, who had always kept her at arm’s length. Her heart began to race, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at him, stunned into silence. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, but it was so out of character, so unlike the guarded man she had come to know.Irwin blinked, trying to process the weight of what he had just said. All this time, she had believed Dorian saw her as a burden, someone he
Irwin’s gaze never wavered from Dorian’s face, her mind racing with questions she dared not voice. The weight of his silence pressed down on her, making the air between them feel thick and heavy. His hand, still nestled in her hair, moved with a gentleness that seemed almost foreign to the man she knew. It wasn’t the touch of a warrior or an Alpha; it was the touch of someone vulnerable, someone struggling with emotions he had long tried to bury.“Dorian,” Irwin whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “what’s bothering you?”Her question lingered in the air, unanswered, as Dorian’s eyes met hers. For a split second, she thought she saw something—a flicker of pain, regret, something deep and raw. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the guarded expression he always wore. His lips parted, as though he was going to respond, but instead, he simply murmured her name.“Irwin...”The way he said her name, the strain in his voice, made her heart tighten in her ches