When I was rejected by my own mate, I almost got killed. I managed to escape, and a man claimed me as his Luna. He, who had just met me, became my mate with a contract on offer.
View MoreChapter 37Maximus' POVThe office was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers as I worked through another stack of tedious documents. The scent of aged leather and cedar lingered in the room, grounding me as the weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders. This rhythm had become my life—day in and day out, managing the endless intricacies of leading the pack. There was a time when I approached this work enthusiastically, each task a stepping stone to proving myself as Alpha. But nearly a century of leadership had eroded that initial spark, replacing it with the unrelenting grind of obligation. Now, it wasn't passion that kept me at this desk; it was duty, pure and simple.I glanced up briefly, noting Rowan seated across from me in one of the deep leather chairs. His usual composure, an asset I often relied on, was absent today. Subtle signs of unrest betrayed him—his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm on the armrest, his shoulders tensed, and his gaze flickered between me an
Milana's POVThe vastness of Springcrest Prowlers Pack territory stretched endlessly in every direction, a reminder of the power of this pack and my insignificance within it. Even after weeks of being here, I still felt small. Everyone around me exuded strength—each wolf seemingly carved from raw dominance and purpose. On the other hand, I had yet to discover where I belonged.The wind carried the earthy scent of the forest and the delicate perfume of blooming wildflowers as I sat quietly in the pack's garden. The scene was undeniably beautiful. The manicured hedges framed bursts of colourful blossoms, and a gentle stream wound through the green expanse, its soft gurgling providing a tranquil soundtrack. The bright sky stretched above like a canvas brushed in vibrant hues of blue and gold.Despite the peace of the setting, unease churned in my chest. The grandeur of this place contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that
Maximus' POVThe morning light streamed through my office windows, casting golden streaks over the polished desk. Stacks of reports and files covered every inch of space, demanding my attention, yet my mind drifted elsewhere. A knock at the door broke through the haze of my thoughts."Come in," I called, my tone sharp, betraying my frustration.Rowan entered my office with the same composed, purposeful stride I had expected from him. The faint scent of pine and fresh earth clung to his clothes, a reminder that while I often found myself trapped in meetings and administrative work, Rowan was still deeply connected to the land and the wolves who called it home. His calm yet efficient demeanor never faltered despite challenges that would have unsettled lesser wolves.He was one of the few whose opinion I valued, a steady force in a world often ruled by emotion and chaos. While others scrambled to gain my favor with half-truths or empty promises, Rowan remained resolutely grounded, speaki
Magnus' POVThe sharp wind at the pack's border swept through the clearing, stirring the grass and carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. This place, usually my refuge from the weight of responsibilities, offered no solace today. Peace eluded me, lost beneath the turmoil swirling in my mind.My father's revelation about Milana replayed endlessly, a drumbeat of regret growing louder with each passing moment. She wasn't weak—far from it. The girl I had dismissed, humiliated, and ultimately rejected had been stronger than any of us realized. She was destined for greatness—a protector, a force our pack desperately needed. And I had turned my back on her.The weight of that truth pressed heavily on my chest. If only I had seen it sooner and hadn't been so blinded by ambition and arrogance, things might have been different. Instead, I'd chosen what I thought was best for the pack and my future as Alpha, only to discover how wrong I had been.Beside me, Riana sat against the gnarled trunk
Magnus' POVThe dining hall, which had just moments ago been filled with the joyful hum of laughter and chatter, now felt stifling under the weight of Alpha Rick's simmering rage. The clatter of silverware had ceased, replaced by an oppressive silence that hung in the air like a storm cloud waiting to break. The once-celebratory energy evaporated, leaving only tension thick enough to choke on.My father stood at the head of the long wooden table, his broad shoulders taut, fists clenched at his sides. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now blazed with a fury I had rarely witnessed. My father had always embodied unyielding control—a leader who inspired loyalty and fear equally—but now that mask was slipping, revealing a tempest of emotions beneath.I couldn't hide my surprise. Seeing the man who commanded respect from every pack member on the brink of such visible anger was unsettling. His knuckles whitened, and I wondered if the table might splinter under the sheer force of
Magnus' POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.Footsteps crunched against the gravel path behind him. "Magnus?" Riana's voice broke through his thoughts.He didn't turn immediately, taking a slow, measured breath before acknowledging her. She came to stand beside him, a questioning look on her face."You left so abruptly," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Is something wrong?""I just needed a moment," he answered vaguely, his tone carefully controlled.Riana frowned, stepping closer. "Yo
Magnus' POVThe morning light streamed through the Alpha's dining hall windows, casting long shadows over the polished wooden floor. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee mingled in the air. I sat at the head of the table, sipping from my cup while my mother, Luna Ann, gracefully ate her breakfast. Across from me sat Riana, her smile as perfect as always. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of triumph that had been growing ever since she solidified her place by my side.Still, my thoughts betrayed me. Milana's face hovered in my mind like a ghost refusing to be exorcised. I had decided months ago—rejecting her was supposed to be the right choice. She was a disgrace to her pack, too weak to support the ambitious future I envisioned for our own. I needed strength, not fragility, in a mate.And yet, here I was, haunted by echoes of her presence. The memory of her soft eyes and quiet resilience lingered stubbornly, casting shadows over every interaction I shared with Riana."Magnu
MilanaLife with Max was an intricate blend of comfort and bewilderment, filled with moments that defied my understanding. Our connection's mystery never fully settled, even as our daily routines became more familiar. His presence—both commanding and protective—was a constant, and yet questions loomed over us like shadows refusing to dissipate.One question, however, clung to me relentlessly: How could Max be so sure I would bear his child?His unwavering belief baffled and unsettled me. There were no guarantees in life, no certainties that made his confidence logical, yet he spoke of our future with absolute conviction. I needed to understand why.As evening settled over the penthouse, casting long golden hues across the room, I turned to him, the weight of my thoughts heavy on my chest. " Why are you so sure?" I asked softly, my voice tentative yet firm.Max paused, his knife stilling over the plate. He looked up from his meal, his dark gaze steady. " Because you are my Luna," he sa
MilanaBack at the penthouse, Max hadn't let go of me since we arrived. His arms remained secure around my waist as we sat on the bed, the soft mattress beneath us starkly contrasting the chaos we'd just escaped. Even though our clothes were still wrinkled and dusty from the supermarket ordeal, we neither moved to change or break the quiet stillness.Max held me as if afraid that if he let go, I'd disappear into thin air."You really think I'm going to wander off again, don't you?" I asked, attempting a lighthearted tone despite the weight of the evening."I know you will if I don't keep you close," he retorted, his deep voice tinged with a protectiveness that irritated and warmed me."You're not going to let me out of your sight anytime soon, are you?" I teased."Not a chance." Max's voice was teasing, but the protectiveness lingered beneath it. "You've proven to be a bit of a flight risk.""I was just buying snacks," I reminded him with mock indignation. " I didn't plan on a werewo
MilanaEvery werewolf is blessed with a mate handpicked by the Moon Goddess, and so is their line of destiny. Because of that, I have someone, too. I long for him, even though I have never met him. I was ready to love and accept my fated mate as he was, even if he was a nobody and had been considered trash all her life. "You ungrateful child! Are you so busy that you can't even take care of the housework?!" Wanda scolded. "She really is lazy and useless!" Wanda was my foster mother, the woman who had brought me to live with her family after my parents died. I was only seven years old at the time. No, I didn't curse back at her. Just let out a long sigh as I started to clean up the messy house. The people in this house lived like pigs. They'll do anything and leave everything in a mess when they're done. Guess who's going to clean up the mess? Milana Adams, the useless orphan they brought into this house eleven years ago, of course. This kind of cursing is my daily bread. Even so, ...
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