Dorian moved swiftly, his massive wolf form blending into the shadows as he tore through the dense forest. The wind whipped through his fur, and the branches above swayed in the early morning sky, but he barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts he couldn't afford to entertain. Behind him, his ever-loyal bodyguard, Cain, was struggling to keep up.Cain was panting heavily, his legs aching with every step as he tried to match Dorian's relentless pace. He had served Dorian for years, had fought battles at his side and survived countless ambushes, but today was different. "Lord Dorian," Cain gasped, nearly stumbling as he forced the words out between heavy breaths. "Shall we… slow down a bit?"He knew better than to question Dorian, especially when he was in this kind of mood. But Cain had sensed something was wrong since the morning. Dorian paused briefly, his powerful form halting in a clearing. He didn't turn to look at Cain, but his amber eyes glinted as he stared ah
Dorian's presence was an imposing force as he stepped forward. His broad shoulders seemed to fill the room, his intense gaze like the weight of a storm about to break. Every step he took was measured, a deliberate statement of dominance. There was no need for words, his very aura commanding the space. Elder Qwin watched him carefully from the entrance , her hands clasped behind her back. Her posture remained rigid, her head slightly tilted as she scrutinized him, the barest flicker of amusement in her cold eyes. "You never needed an introduction, Dorian," she remarked, her voice quiet but laced with steel. "Even as a boy, your presence always preceded you."For a moment, the tension between them hummed like a live wire, unspoken history crackling in the air. Dorian’s jaw tightened, his gaze unwavering. "I see you haven’t lost your charm, Grandmother," he replied, his voice carrying a respectful edge, though there was a note of controlled irritation underneath.Elder Qwin’s thin lips
Qwin turned to face him, eyes piercing through his defenses. "You think you can outmaneuver them, boy? The council has had their hands in your destiny long before you realized, because you gave them the upper hand."Dorian’s frustration broke through. " She’s irrelevant to me. I didn’t ask for this, nor do I need her."Qwin stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "But you didn’t reject her Dorian? She’s still bound to you, even if you refuse to see it."Dorian remained silent, his throat tightening at the question he hadn’t allowed himself to consider. Why hadn’t he sent Irwin away? But Irwin was different. She stirred something within him, a protective instinct he couldn’t quite understand.Qwin, sensing his internal battle, took a step back and crossed her arms, her expression one of contemplation. "Dorian, your choices reflect not just your desires but the responsibilities that come with your position. She's just a puzzle"Dorian’s frustration surged again. "You think I care ab
The sun had barely begun to rise, casting long shadows over the path as Irwin rode her white horse, charging down the road as if trying to escape her thoughts. Each beat of the hooves seemed to mirror the hammering of her heart, which was filled with frustration and anger. The cool morning air felt sharp against her cheeks, but it did nothing to calm the burning rage that coursed through her.Her breath came in short bursts as she replayed last night over and over in her head. What had she been thinking? A tiny flicker of hope had tricked her into believing that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between her and Dorian. But, She had been wrong. She shook her head, tightening her grip on the reins as the horse galloped forward. “Damn you, Dorian,” she muttered under her breath, her voice breaking slightly. “Damn you for making me believe there was something.”The horse’s pace quickened, as though sensing her fury and desperation. The world around her became a blur of green an
Irwin’s heart skipped a beat, and she slowed the horse further, unsure of what to make of the man. He stood still, almost as if he were waiting for her. The man has an aura of mystery surrounding him. Irwin tensed as she leaned slightly forward on the saddle, her eyes locked onto him.“I have nothing to offer,” she called out, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine. “I’m just passing through.”The man didn’t move. “A lady? Moving with such great speed?” he replied, his voice smooth, with a hint of amusement. He slowly lifted his head and removed his hat, revealing his face.Her breath caught in her throat as recognition slammed into her like a tidal wave.“Valen?” she gasped, her eyes widening.Valen’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared back at her. “Lovethe,” he whispered in disbelief, the nickname rolling off his tongue with familiarity. His gaze softened for a moment, his surprise mingling with something warmer.The name cut through her like a knife, and Irwi
"I will go with you," Irwin said quietly, her voice almost lost in the morning breeze. She placed her hand on Valen’s, her grip steady but hesitant. She still couldn’t read him fully, but something in his demeanor made her want to trust him or at least, to understand him better.Valen smiled, his gaze softening as he helped her mount the white horse. The ease with which he did it made Irwin’s stomach twist in knots. His touch was gentle, almost too familiar, as if they had done this countless times before. He mounted his own horse beside hers, and they began their journey deeper into the thick forest.The ride was mostly quiet, but not uncomfortable. Valen’s presence had a strange calming effect on her, though she didn’t want to admit it. Every time he looked over at her, his eyes seemed to glimmer with unspoken words. And every time he said something, it was enough to keep her mind spinning in multiple directions.“So, Lovethe,” Valen said suddenly, his voice breaking through the r
Valen opened the door to his house, gesturing for Irwin to enter first. She hesitated, glancing back at him for a moment before stepping inside. Wooden furniture, clearly handmade, filled the room. A large fireplace crackled warmly in the corner, giving the space a welcoming glow. Yet, despite the warmth, an undercurrent of loneliness and isolation seemed to seep into every crevice.“Make yourself comfortable,” Valen said softly, his voice almost a whisper as he followed her inside and closed the door behind them. He moved with such ease and grace that for a moment, Irwin felt out of place.Irwin walked further into the room, glancing around. Everything in Valen's home appeared to have been crafted with care and purpose. The walls, lined with books and odd trinkets, seemed to tell stories of their own. She turned to face him, her mind swirling with questions. He had rescued her from the hate brooding inside of her, but there was still an aura of mystery surrounding him that Irwin co
The question hung in the air like a shadow, and Irwin felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at Valen, unsure of what to say next. His deep gaze held hers, waiting for her to respond. It was a moment where the silence between them spoke louder than words. She shifted awkwardly, trying to break free from the tension that seemed to coil around them.Irwin could feel Valen’s eyes on her, waiting, searching for the truth she had tried so hard to hide. But instead of pressing her further, Valen sighed, walking back to his chair by the fire.“I didn’t mean to pry,” Valen said, his voice soft but firm. “We all have our secrets, Lovethe.”The name struck Irwin again. "Lovethe" a name she had given him to shield her true identity, yet now, every time he said it, it sounded more intimate, more personal. She swallowed hard, her mind racing.“You’re right,” Irwin finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “We do.”There was a silence between them, the crackling of the fire the only sound
"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