#Vote: She strikes back#
We raced through the woods in our human forms, I was going back home to my mate. Now I could finally focus and find my son. We needed to return home, to find out if Alpha Jacob had located the white witch or Mike. I was determined to go home, but I was unable to get rid of the uneasy sensation that was eating away at me. With every step I took, a throbbing discomfort throbbed through my body and my limbs felt heavy. With each passing moment, the unease grew, until it became impossible to ignore. I slowed my pace, feeling a sense of weakness creeping over me. “Are you okay, Claire?” Alpha Peter asked, concern lacing his voice. I tried to muster a reassuring smile, but the effort felt like too much. “I…I’m not sure,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The other slowed their pace to match mine, their concern evident in their eyes. We pressed on through the woods, and my emotions swirled chaotically within me, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and confused. One moment, I felt
Alpha Jacob’s POV. Rushing back to the pack’s clinic, my heart raced with a mixture of concern and fury. Concern, because I feared something might be wrong with Claire, and fury, directed inwardly, fueled by the realization that if anything had happened to her, it would be entirely my fault. I should have never let her go alone, should have insisted on accompanying her, or even restrained her if necessary. But now, faced with the possibility of her being hurt or worse, I could feel the rage boiling inside me, directed at my shortcomings and failures as her mate. I blocked out anyone from mind-linking me, I didn’t want to hear anything. I wanted to see Claire for myself. Upon entering the clinic I followed my mate’s distinctive scent which for some odd reason had changed. I gritted my teeth in anger. If anything had happened to Claire, if she was suffering because of my negligence, I would never forgive myself. Entering the clinic, my heart clenched at the sight of Claire lying i
Third-party POV. Curiously, Oracle Paige glanced at the woman, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. “You are Nadia, the White Witch aren’t you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “In the flesh,” she replied, her tone playful. Oracle Paige’s heart skipped a beat at the confirmation. Nadia, the renowned White Witch-she had heard tales of her powers and kindness but never imagined she would find herself in her presence. While Paige could foresee the future, Nadia the white witch was pure. White witches often possess a deep sense of empathy and compassion, allowing them to connect with others on an emotional level and offer support, comfort, and healing. White witches often possess the ability to heal wounds, illnesses, and ailments using magical means. They may also know herbal remedies and natural healing methods. White witches can create wards, shields, and protective barriers to defend themselves
I smiled happily. A flood of tenderness swept over me as Mike curled into a comfortable sleep, snug in his bed. As I gazed over him, I was overcome by a wave of protectiveness; my heart ached from the immense love I had for my baby. The thought of leaving him, even for a moment, filled me with a sense of unease. He was my everything, my reason for living, and I would do anything to keep him safe from harm. When Mike recounted his ordeal, my heart clenched with a mixture of relief and anger. I was grateful that they hadn’t harmed him physically, but the thought of my sweet boy being tied up and forced to sleep in a chair filled me with vengeance. With each word Mike said, the rage simmered within me, fueled by the wrongdoing of what had happened to my son. I traced the faint marks around his hand, with an image of the unease it took to hold those responsible accountable. The door creaked open, and Alpha Jacob entered the room, his presence instantly comforting. I felt a rush of w
Alpha Jacob POV I grasped Claire’s hips and pulled her onto a nearby desk, placing her backside on the edge. I met her gaze and noticed the yearning in her eyes. I assumed she saw the same desire in mine. Dropping to my knees, I pushed her legs apart. I licked my lips as I noticed her magnificent pussy glistening above her silky mound. Smirking, I dove in for a taste of my reward. Gently spreading her soft thighs, I ran my tongue from her entrance to her clitoris, warming up and savoring her sweet nectar. Claire gasped and moaned as I transitioned from long, patient licks to flicks and swirls with the tip of my tongue on her delicate bud. “Oh my God,” she cried out. “That feels incredible. Don’t stop,” she exclaimed between deep gasps. Stopping was not my aim. I was determined to drive her wild, just as she had driven me wild with desire. Inserting one finger, then another into her sweet pussy, my tongue relentlessly teased her clitoris. She opened her mouth to speak, but h
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I looked down on Mike, his innocent eyes filled with concern. “Mike, sweetie,” I said softly, crouching down to his level. “Mummy needs to go out for a little while, but Uncle Daniel will be here to look after you okay?” I didn’t want him anywhere near where I was going. His bottom lip quivered, and his heart squeezed with guilt at his distress. “But I wanna stay with you, Mumma,” he whispered, brushing a strand away from his forehead. “But mummy has to do something very important. Uncle Daniel will take good care of you while I’m gone, I promise.” I wanted to break the news of him getting another sibling so badly but the thought of doing so while the feature of my unborn was uncertain left me with hesitance. Introducing him to his sibling who might ultimately pass away might be traumatizing for him. He has already been through so much at a young age. Reluctantly, Mike nodded, his eyes still filled with uncertainty. I pressed a t
“I’m pregnant,” Paige shouted making my eyes widen at her sudden revelation. “Whether or not you’re pregnant, you and your mate will face your punishment,” I yelled angrily. “As long as your punishment doesn’t harm my baby,” she said, her voice firm. “Your concern for your child is touching, however, we don’t harm children here Paige, you of all people should know that.” I mocked her. “Then I’d like to continue,” Paige sassed, making me glare at her. “There’s a pack outside that is not too pleased you’re still alive for kidnapping their future alpha, Paige.” She’s lucky she’s with a child, after the harm she caused my son she had the nerve to sass with me. “I’m sorry for being hostile however I’m pregnant so I’m hormonal, plus I just ran away from my mate not much-” Paige trailed off staring at me. “Not much what? I dare you to say not many mates can run away from their mate. Because I did for four years.” I addressed her. “And we still don’t know if you’re pregnant or not Paig
Holding my breath, I watched as Jacob’s enraged expression slowly melted away upon hearing my words about the baby’s kick. His eyes, previously blazing with fury, now shone with a new light tender, almost childlike wonder. “The…the baby kicked?” he repeated slowly as if struggling to process this simple yet monumental piece of information through the haze of his anger. Alpha Peter loosened his restraining hold, giving Jacob a cautious amount of slack. I felt my cheeks flush with a sheepish warmth because of the lie I had told. Would he get angry at me? “No...no, not yet,” I admitted in a small voice.” I just…I had to find a way to reach you, to pull you back before it was too late.” Silence stretched between us, taut and fragile. I couldn’t bear to meet Jacob’s eyes, scared of what I might find there. Anger at my lie? But then his thumb gently gazed at my chin, tilting my face up once more. Jacob’s expression was unreadable for a beat before melting into one of pure adoration.
I looked down at my precious newborn twins, my heart swelling with fierce maternal love. Both Ethan and Aiden looked just like their father as with Mike. I felt a pang of jealousy seeing that I carried them for so long only for them to look like a replica of their father. Nonetheless, they were my bundle of joy. Aiden’s tiny rosebud lips twitched adorably as if he were dreaming of nursing. Before I could decide if he needed to eat, Jacob had already scooped him up. “He needs to eat,” my mate said, in that deep, authoritative voice that never failed to shiver me. I quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing fully well why he was so insistent. “Let the poor thing sleep a while longer,” I replied, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. We both knew Jacob loved few things more than watching me breastfeed our children. To him, it was primal more than mere nourishment. The act awakened an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that set my skin tingling with awareness. Sure enough, when Jacob placed A
Months later… My stomach tightened again with a powerful contraction, and I squeezed Jacob’s hand until my knuckles turned. Despite the searing pain, I shot him a withering glare. “You did this to me… again!” I growled through gritted teeth. Sweat beaded on my brow as the cresting wave finally subsided Jacob had the sense to look somewhat chagrined, through a proud gleam still danced in his eyes. “You’re bringing our children into this world, my mate. Our perfect little miracles.” “Easy for you to say,” I spat, leaning back against the propped clinic bed. “You don’t have to push two tiny werewolves out of your body!” As if on cue, another crushing contraction seized me. I clutched at the sheets, a feral cry of agony tearing from my throat. The healers bustled around urgently, offering words of encouragement that fell on deaf ears. “You’re doing so well, Claire,” Jacob murmured, smoothing the damp hair from my face. “Our family is almost here.” White-hot rage flashed through my
Within no time almost all our clothes were ripped off as we thrashed between heated kisses. His growls and the way he gripped my hair so tight just turned me on. “That’s right, Luna,” Jacob groaned as I left hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing down his ripped abs. feeling his muscles twitch under my lips was driving me wild. When I finally made it down to his thick, throbbing cock, I shot him a naughty grin before taking him into my mouth in one slick motion. The guttural moan he let out went, straight to my core. I got to work, swirling my tongue shamelessly and hallowing my cheeks to suck him even deeper. His fingers tightened in my hair as he struggled not to buck his hips. “Fuck, Claire… your mouth feels so damn good…” Hearing him cry out my name like that made me hum in satisfaction, the vibration driving him even wilder. His hips jerked wildly as he tried not to lose control completely. “You wicked vixen… you’ll be the death of me…” Hearing his moan, my lips parted before slow
It had been a full day since our forces arrived back at the pack’s territory, battered but victorious after the brutal confrontation with Alpha Damian’s rogues and packs. I stood beside Jacob as he addressed our assembled warriors and allies from Alpha Peter’s pack. My gaze drifted to Jacob, taking in the quiet power exuding from his stance. In his arms, he cradled Mike, our son squirming happily against his father’s chest. Jacob seemed to follow my train of thought. His eyes found mine for a lingering moment as he bounced Mike gently. Jacob stepped forward, Mike cradled securely in the crook of his arm. A hush fell over the assembled warriors as he raised his free hand for silence. When he spoke, he carried clearly across the crowd. “Today we bask in the glory of a triumph that was dearly bought.” His expression was ceremonious. “We have shed blood and lost zero souls because of our Luna and Nadia, the white witch, in defense of our home.” “But because of your unflinching dedica
Around us, the sounds of war seemed to fade into insignificance. There was only my world shattered into fragments, and Mia’s loathsome presence desecrating my anguish. But I needed to pay attention to my mate, just as I gathered my strength my strength to pour life into Jacob’s wolf form, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against my temple-Mia’s hand holding the weapon steady. “Drop the corpse and step away from it, dear sister,” she hissed venomously. My heart shattered once more, but I carefully laid Jacob's body back on the blood-soaked ground and stood. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I met Mia’s cruel gaze. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, feeling pissed and angry. “Haven’t you already accomplished ruining me in the past?” Mia threw back her head in a fit of wicked laughter. When her eyes bored into one of pure venom and hatred. “Me? Ruin you? She spat the words like tasting something foul. “You’re the one who ruined our entire family!” “You’re the reason father ran away
“Are you sure about this, Nadia?” I asked the white witch hesitantly. “Jacob was adamant I stay away from the war.” Nadia fixed me with her piercing gaze. “Your mate needs you, Claire. I would not go against his wishes if the situation were not dire.” My chest tightened with dread and concern for Jacob, but I was determined. He had forbidden me from joining the battle, convinced I would be safer here. Yet Nadia’s solemn words rang with the weight of truth. Taking a steadying breath, I met Nadia’s eyes squarely. “I’m ready then. More than ready to help my mate and pack win this war.” I flexed my fingers, calling on the magic thrumming through my veins. “But how will we reach the battlefield undetected?” A mysterious smile curved Nadia’s lips. “The same way I managed to slip Paige out of Damian’s grasp when she required my assistance in escaping.” If they were overwhelmed, my power could turn the tide. Nadia right-my place was by their side, consequences be damned. “Let’s go,” I sta
Alpha Jacob’s POV I stood resolute beside Alpha Peter as our pack gathered around us. The warriors were clad for battle. We would eradicate this threat once and for all. My jaw clenched grimly. I had no qualms about the violence to come-it was necessary to keep our loved ones safe. My thoughts stayed with Claire and our son. Thanks to the powerful shield Claire had erected, no non-pack members could enter our territory. It would protect them absolutely from being caught up in the impending war. I was determined that Claire would remain behind this shield, no matter how capable she was. I didn’t want her anywhere near the carnage to come. Though her power could likely end the conflict swiftly, the risk was too great. No, I would ensure Claire and our child remained untouched by the battle, safe within the pack. My wolf snarled at the thought of them being endangered. There was a change of plans, we would leave tonight, and it would take at least three days to reach our destination.
I watched from the sidelines, a sleeping Mike bundled against my chest, as Jacob and Alpha Peter went over strategies with the warriors for tomorrow’s battle. My heart clenched just thinking of my mate leading the pack into war for the first time. What if I lost him out there? The thought caused my breath to hitch. I pulled Mike closer, cradling my still-flat stomach with my free hand. Our twins were newly conceived, just starting to take shape inside me. What if I lost them too? He must have sensed my distress because Jacob looked up and met my worried gaze from across the field. Leaving the strategy session, he quickly crossed over to the field until he stood before me. His palm cupped my cheek. “I will return to you, my Luna,” he murmured intensely. His eyes flickered down to my abdomen before looking back at mine. “All of you. Have faith.” I managed a small nod, leaning into his touch. Though I trusted his strength, the fear still gnawed sharply with our growing family at sta
I took a deep, steadying breath as I watched Mike playing contentedly in the living area of our den, a small, fond smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as Mike let out a bright peal of laughter. “Mike? Can you come here for a moment, my sunshine? Mama has something important to share with you.” I patted the space next to me, unable to stop my smile from widening as Mike immediately snuggled against my side. I dropped a tender kiss on Mike’s forehead. He hummed contentedly at my touch, those striking emerald eyes watching me with rapt attention. “Did I do something Mumma?” he asked suddenly, small brow furrowing adorably. “No, my little star, you’re not in any trouble this time,” I assured him. With a smile, I cradled my son close and murmured, “How would you feel about becoming a big brother, my heart? Because very soon… you’re going to have a new baby sibling.” It took a heartbeat for Mike’s eyes to go wide in realization. Then, before I could even register his reaction furt