The tension between them thickened as the market’s hum buzzed around them, but neither Ashina nor Irwin paid attention to the noise. Ashina’s words had shaken something deep inside Irwin, and she didn’t know how to respond.Ashina broke the silence. “Irwin, if you would get something meaningful of what I'm telling you, I’m not saying Valen’s a bad guy, but this connection you’re feeling… it’s dangerous... It might be dangerous. You’re Dorian’s mate remember. How long do you think you can keep this up before things blow up in your face?”Irwin’s jaw tightened. “I’m not doing anything wrong, Ashina. I haven’t crossed any lines yet.”Ashina’s voice was gentle, but her gaze was sharp. “Not yet, but you’re playing with fire. You’re letting your feelings for Valen grow while shutting Dorian out. What if Dorian realizes what’s happening?”Irwin’s chest ached at Ashina’s words. “He wouldn’t care. Remember i told you that, He hasn’t bonded with me, Ashina. Do you know what it feels like to be
The tension in the grand hall of Adolphus and Ulva’s home was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Adolphus stood by the wide window, looking out at the vast expanse of their territory. His mind churned with frustration. The words Ulva had just shared were haunting him, refusing to let go. If Dorian and Irwin weren’t connected soon, there would be no Luna. If both of them are connected, means there will be a Luna, which is absolutely wrong.And, No Luna meant no stability for Dorian.“No. I won’t allow it,” Adolphus finally said, his voice low but filled with determination.Ulva stood nearby, her hands clasped together, her eyes weary but soft. She had expected this reaction. She knew how fiercely protective Adolphus was of Dorian, their only son, but this was a delicate matter. "We’ve already meddled enough, Adolphus. Dorian warned us to let him be, remember."Adolphus spun around, his eyes blazing with anger. “Warned us? This isn’t a game, Ulva. This is his future, our future! We’re
Adolphus stood by the window, his arms crossed, his back straight. His face was a mask of grim determination, and his fists were clenched tightly as if he could physically hold onto control. His jaw was set, and the muscle in his cheek twitched as he gritted his teeth. He had always been the decision-maker, the one who moved first, but this time, the weight of his choices hung heavier than ever before.The sun had long begun its descent, casting an orange glow through the tall windows. The room was quiet, but tension simmered beneath the surface. Ulva, was seated by the hearth, as she watched him in silence. She could feel the air thickening between them, heavy with unsaid words and old wounds. The crackling of the fire seemed distant as if it were merely background noise to the storm building inside the room. Ulva knew her mate too well—Adolphus would not stop until he took action, even if it meant disrupting their son’s life once again.The silence stretched between them, becoming
Adolphus and Ulva had been standing in silence for what felt like hours, each lost in their thoughts. Adolphus, tall and imposing, stood by the desk, his gaze fixated on the sealed letter he had just finished writing. It lay on the table, a symbol of the decision he was about to make, a decision that could alter the future of their son and their pack forever.Ulva, on the other hand, lingered near the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She watched the gentle sway of the trees outside, wishing that the storm in their lives could be as easily swayed. But it wasn’t. She could feel the weight of the coming confrontation with Dorian pressing down on her like an iron vice.“Adolphus,” she finally said, breaking the suffocating silence, “you can still reconsider.”Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to keep it steady. She had been by his side for so many years, understanding his every move, knowing his intentions, but this time felt different. There was a growing sense
It was getting late, and the sun had begun to cast a soft yellow glow over the horizon, signaling the end of the day. Irwin and Ashina walked in silence toward the towering gates of Shadowclaw. The air between them was thick, weighed down by the argument they’d had earlier at the trade fair. Every step they took back home was quiet, filled with tension neither of them could shake.Ashina, her voice quiet but laced with frustration, tried once again to spark a conversation. "Irwin, we can’t stay like this," she said, glancing sideways at her friend. "You have to understand that I only told you about Valen to protect you. I didn’t want..."But Irwin wasn’t listening. Her mind was spinning, replaying everything Ashina had said earlier. Why was Ashina so intent on making Valen seem like a villain? What was the real reason behind her warnings? Valen hadn’t done anything suspicious in Irwin’s eyes, yet Ashina seemed determined to paint him in the darkest possible light. Irwin’s thoughts swi
The castle seemed to breathe with an unspoken tension as Irwin walked down the long corridors toward her room. Her footsteps echoed faintly, a rhythmic reminder that she was, as always, alone.The day had been long, too long. Her body ached from the weight of everything she’d carried today. And now, as she neared the familiar comfort of her chambers, all she wanted was to strip away the layers of expectation and obligation and find a moment of peace.But peace had become a rare thing for her in Shadowclaw. It was a kingdom built on power, strength, and loyalty, qualities that Irwin had never felt like she truly possessed. Here, she was nothing more than a hybrid, barely tolerated and rarely acknowledged by those who mattered. Even Dorian, the Alpha she had been bound to, treated her like a burden more than a mate.She felt a wave of frustration building within her, but quickly suppressed it. Now wasn’t the time to break. As she reached her door, she paused for a brief moment, her ha
The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the weight of the moment settled over them both like a suffocating blanket. The tension between them was palpable, every breath shared, every second longer than the last. Irwin’s heart raced as her eyes met Dorian’s darkened gaze, filled with a hunger she couldn’t escape.As Dorian stepped forward quietly, the servants hurried out of the room, sensing the change in the air. Their footsteps faded, leaving only the sound of Irwin’s shallow breathing and Dorian’s steady, deliberate movements. His eyes never left her as the silence thickened, and Irwin could feel the heat rising in her chest, spreading like wildfire Dorian’s gaze lingered on her body, as though he were memorizing every inch of her. Her skin, soft as silk, gleamed in the low light, tempting him with its warmth. The sight alone was enough to make his heart pound, his breath hitching in his throat Irwin’s knees weakened under the weight of his stare, her body betraying her with
Ashina stood at the door, her breath caught in her throat as soft moans echoed from within. She pressed her ear against the door, trying to make sense of the strange sounds. It wasn’t like Irwin and Dorian were that... close. Yesterday, they'd barely exchanged civil words, and now this?Just as she was about to push the door open, a voice interrupted her thoughts."Ashina," Leo’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He leaned against the wall at the end of the hallway, arms folded. "You really think standing here and eavesdropping is going to get you anywhere?"Ashina whipped around, scowling at him. "What are you doing here?"Leo pushed off the wall and shrugged, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Same thing you're doing. Wondering why you're so interested in something that's none of your business.""None of my business?" Ashina narrowed her eyes. "Dorian is my friend. Whatever happens between him and Irwin... it's worth knowing, atleast."Leo raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Oh please, don't pret