Maximus
"Alpha, we're ready," one of my warrior said, and I nodded. After we had breakfast, I saw the young wolves sitting in groups around the camp. More than half of them were training for the first time after their first shift. The youngest was only 16 years old, and I was relieved to see how their spirits were still high. We had stayed up all night, running under the full moon, followed by hunting wild animals and practising martial arts until morning. After breakfast, the plan was to head back to pack land. It's been days since I last went from home to camp. When I'm on training duty, I always make sure my people only bother me with packing business if it's urgent. We packed everything before breakfast, and the vehicles arrived a few minutes later. 27 of us set off and arrived in the morning, unloading our stuff with my beta supervision. At the same time, I went to the office to check if anything was missing while I was away. But no, my people were quite capable, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was planning to go home, clean up and change before coming back here to do boring alpha duty when one of my soldiers walked in. "Alpha," he said and bowed. I replied with a mumble, and he lifted his face. "We took a criminal into custody this morning. She's unconscious-" "Her?" I cut in. It had been several years since we'd caught a female intruder. "Yes-" "I'll check it out myself," I replied, again cutting him off. For some reason, my heart moved to do it right away, putting aside all the plans I had made to spend the first day after returning from camp. I went home just to shower and change before heading to the prison, replying with a nod of my head to every member I met who bowed. I saw two of my warriors at the prison door, one of whom had told me about the female prisoners. They bowed, and I walked into the cold, stuffy room and up the steep, slippery stairs to the basement. The closer I got, the more I smelled an odd aroma. From afar, the scent became more prominent, though I knew it was different from a pull. A few steps later, I saw a girl in a mess. "Let her go!" I ordered as I sensed the presence of my guard soldiers not far behind me. "But, Alpha. She could be dangerous," Andrew argued. I didn't answer as I was busy watching the girl who was sitting semi-conscious on a shabby makeshift bed in a damp cell. Her appearance was pathetic. Her blonde hair was dishevelled like a lion's mane, and some parts of her clothes were torn. There were cuts and bruises on her skin. Had she really fallen off a cliff? "Andrew might be right, Alpha. He might just be an intruder-" A low growl escaped my throat, cutting Dean off. "Dean's right, Alpha. He could have been-" They were my loyal and capable men, but they were just annoying at times, especially when they disobeyed my orders. Andrew fell silent as I turned to face them. "How dare you hold your future Luna captive!" I snapped, making them bow in resignation and turn to face them. The shock was evident on both of their faces, leaving them stunned in place and looking at me in disbelief. They no longer argued, and after Dean nudged his shoulder, Andrew, who was holding the key in his pocket, immediately opened the rusted padlock and pushed the iron bars. The girl looked confused, probably because she was suddenly recognized as a couple by a stranger. I feel a strange attraction towards this girl, even though this is not a mate pull. Even though she was not my mate, my heart felt the urge to stay by my side. Perhaps she was sent by the Moon Goddess as an answer to my prayers. I quickly stepped inside and up close realized that this girl was quite beautiful, though too skinny for my liking. She looked much younger than her age, which was probably enough for her first shift. In this condition, I wasn't sure her body would be able to handle the shifting. When we locked eyes, I saw that her eyes were beautiful, her nose was sharp, and her chin was pointed. Her current condition could not mask her beauty. I immediately lifted her thin body into my arms. She was so light; it made me wonder what she had been through all this time if her life was so hard. She just gave in and didn't say anything on the way until a few minutes after I carefully placed her body in my room. "I'm sorry if my presence disturbed your peace, Alpha. I... really didn't mean to," she whispered. "I'd be very grateful if you'd let me go. I won't come back here, I promise." She did not reply, and I still felt her gaze penetrating my head. I'm not used to being watched like this. It was like being an object being observed with a microscope, and this made me feel even more uncomfortable. "I'm not a spy, let alone an intruder. I really don't have such skills and accidentally found myself in your territory by falling off a cliff. Please, let me go," I added. I realized that he wouldn't harm my comrade; he was helpless. I ignored her question and touched her cheek with my knuckle. My touch was gentle enough, and she jerked back. Her reaction let me know that she was not used to being treated gently. She is a poor, beautiful girl who should be loved by everyone, but instead, she lowers her face. I cupped her face and lifted it until our eyes met. I let her stare at my face before I said, "I will make you my Luna, and you will bear my children." Instead of the rejection I received, her jaw dropped open in shock. "B-but I don't know you, and we've never met before," she stammered. "Is that a problem?" I asked, keeping my hand on her face to keep her from looking away. "Do you have a better plan?" She paused for a moment to think, and I could see how clear her eyes were, and then she shook her head. "What brings you here?" I asked. "I was kicked out by my foster family," she moaned, seemingly hesitant to continue. I sensed a trust issue with me. "...I wanted to go to the city, but after I left the residence, someone came after me," she continued. I could see that she was now uncomfortable meeting my gaze, but I just wanted to judge her honesty. "I heard that she wanted to kill me, and I fell into a ravine. When I woke up, I was already in a detention cell," she added. I removed my hand from her face. "Isn't it better for you to be here rather than being hunted?" I asked again. "Be my Luna, and I will protect you." She looked down again and replied, "But I'm not your soul mate. I don't feel anything for you, and we've never met." "I can guarantee a good life for you," I retorted. For a second, her gaze returned to my eyes, searching for the truth, before looking down again. "But I'm not your luna, and I don't know if I'm capable of being your luna," she whispered. I didn't know her, but I was sure she was a good candidate. I don't know what's making her insecure like this. "Are you hesitating because of the creepy image of me or this pack that's out there?" I asked after realizing that this might be the reason. She shook her head, then fell silent for a moment, considering my offer. A few seconds later, he swallowed and nodded his head. "Okay. But... are you really going to protect me?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow. A little surprised to be underestimated by a girl who didn't even know me. "Honey, are you underestimating me?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter. She didn't react when an Omega knocked on the door. I had sent orders to him on the way here from the prison to prepare warm water for her. The Omega quickly did his job and came out once the bath was ready. "You need to clean yourself up," I said. I didn't ask her permission, so I lifted her up, carried her into the bathroom, and sat her on the cabinet. She didn't complain when I brushed her hair, and I tried to do it as gently as possible. After that, I returned to her. "Do you want to take your own clothes off, or do I?" I asked without a teasing tone, but it was funny to see her blush. So cute. "I-I can do it myself," she stammered. Her hands automatically flew to her chest, crossing it, covering it from me. Seeing her like this made me even bolder. "Oh, come on. We'll do more later; you're my Luna." She probably thinks I'm a pervert because now her eyes look like they want to pop out of their sockets. I could see her shudder when I placed my hands on her fragile shoulders. Unfortunately, the Omega returned early and went into the bathroom. "It's ready, Alpha. You can leave us."Milana's POVAs the warm water enveloped my skin, I let out a small sigh of relief. I had dreaded the moment Maximus carried me into the bathroom, thinking he’d insist on staying. But, to my surprise, he left without argument, handing the task of cleaning me to two omegas.Those two women introduced themselves when I took a seat before the vanity, then continued to work in silence.They worked diligently, scrubbing away the grime of my fall and the dampness of the prison cell. One of them, Amel, was particularly shy, stealing nervous glances at me as if afraid I might disapprove of her. The other, Erna, seemed more confident, her hands quick and efficient as she washed and dried my hair.Amel finally spoke after drying the ends of my hair with a soft towel. “It’s an honor to serve you, Luna,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I blinked, unsure how to respond. “Luna?”Her cheeks turned crimson as she nodded. “Yes. We’ve waited so long for Alpha Maximus to find someone. The pa
Milana’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as my cheeks flushed bright red. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping to escape the intensity of his gaze. My heart raced, and I fumbled with the blanket in an attempt to appear indifferent.Why did he have to be so bold? His confidence was unnerving. I wasn’t used to this—any of it. All my life, I had avoided the attention of men. I wasn’t even sure I knew how to interact with one, let alone someone like Maximus.He chuckled, clearly amused by my embarrassment. “You’ll get used to it,” he said, his voice low and smooth as if he could read my thoughts.I pressed my lips together, refusing to look at him. Instead, I focused on the intricate patterns woven into the blanket. Maybe if I stayed quiet long enough, he’d let me disappear into the background.But Maximus wasn’t one to let silence linger. “A designer will come later today to take your measurements,” he said, his tone now serious.I frowned, finally daring to glance at him
Milana's POVI had no choice but to trust Maximus. He was all I had now.As we walked deeper into the building, I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and awe. The dark corridors were silent, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. When we finally emerged into a grand hall, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.Massive marble pillars lined both sides of the room, their smooth surfaces glinting faintly under the sunlight streaming through the tinted glass dome above. The colorful tinted glass cascading a rainbow throughout the room made it simultaneously eerie and breathtaking. The air felt charged, almost electric, and I instinctively gripped my hands together to steady myself.At the center of the room stood an enormous statue of a wolf, its form carved with such detail that it looked almost alive. The wolf's head was lifted in a silent howl, its eyes fierce and proud.An odd pressure settled over me, like an invisible weight pressing
Milana's POVThe woman's gaze raked over me like a blade, dissecting every part of my appearance and judging me with each passing second. Her stare was far too familiar—the same cold, dismissive look I had endured from others in my old pack. It made my stomach churn with discomfort, and I felt the weight of her silent judgment press down on me.Trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I think we're done here," I said, attempting to sound firm. Rising abruptly from my chair, I avoided meeting her eyes, hoping to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room.But as I moved, the sinking realization hit me—I was alone. Erna, my one source of comfort, was nowhere to be seen. She must have stepped out while I was distracted, leaving me to face this sharp-tongued designer alone."Oh, no, darling," the woman said smoothly, her voice laced with condescension. "We're far from done."Before I could react, she reached out and grabbed my w
Milana's POVThe sound of Maximus's voice cut through the room like a whip. I froze, my breath caught in my throat, and my eyes snapped to the towering figure in the doorway. His presence seemed to suck all the air out of the room, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake.I hadn't even noticed when he'd entered, which only added to my growing anxiety. My heart pounded painfully against my ribcage as I registered his scrutinizing gaze. Guilt prickled at the back of my mind—had I done something wrong? Was he angry?Maximus's expression was unreadable, his arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes swept over the room, landing momentarily on Erna before shifting to me. I could feel the weight of his authority pressing down on me, and it was all I could do to keep from shrinking under his gaze.Before I could explain, the designer broke the silence, stepping forward with a practiced air of calm. "Alpha Maximus," she greeted, her voice smooth and sickly sweet. "I believe there's been
Maximus’ POVI strode down the corridor with Ronan at my side, our boots echoing softly against the polished stone floor. The conversation between us was focused, as always, on the pressing matters of the pack.“There’s still tension along the southern borders,” Ronan said, his brow furrowed. “The scouts report increased activity from the Blood Claw pack, but nothing overtly hostile yet.”“Keep the patrols doubled,” I replied, my voice firm. “We can’t afford to show weakness. If they’re testing us, I want them to see we’re ready for anything.”Ronan nodded, jotting down a mental note as we turned a corner. “And about the supplies for the winter—”“We’ll handle that next week,” I interrupted. My mind was only half on the discussion now, distracted by the thought of Milana.We were making our way toward the meeting room where Milana was with the designer. It wasn’t intentional at first, but as our steps led us in that direction, I found myself curious. Was she done with her fitting? How
Milana’s POVThe dining table was enormous, stretching out far enough that it felt as though Maximus was miles away, even though he sat directly across from me. The polished wood gleamed under the soft light of the chandelier above, the elegant table settings only adding to the grandeur of it all.I sat rigidly in my chair, too afraid to lean back or make any sudden movements that might draw attention. Across the table, Maximus was calm, his every action deliberate. He was cutting into his steak, his focus sharp, yet I could feel his eyes flicker up toward me now and then.“How was your day?” His deep voice made me jump slightly. I wasn’t used to him speaking to me like this, casual yet pointed, as though my response mattered.I placed my fork down and fidgeted with my hands. “It was… fine.”He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable but somehow still intimidating. “Fine?”“Yes,” I mumbled, shrinking under his gaze.“Fine isn’t an answer, Milana,” he said, his tone low but firm.
Riana's POVI fidgeted on the edge of my seat and nervously tapped my perfectly manicured nails against the chair's armrest. The rhythmic sound should have been soothing, but it only amplified the tension tightening my chest. My eyes darted around the room, landing on the small group of friends lounging nearby. They laughed softly among themselves, oblivious to my spiraling thoughts.My frustration boiled over. "How can you all sit there so calmly?" I snapped, my voice sharp.The room went silent, the atmosphere instantly tense. Celeste, always quick to react, tilted her head. "What's wrong, Riana?" she asked cautiously, her tone laced with confusion."What's wrong?" I stood abruptly, my gaze sweeping over the group. "We didn't find her body! Don't you understand what that means? Milana might still be alive!"My words seemed to hang in the air, the silence that followed heavy with unspoken questions. It'd been two days, and no one could find her body.Magnus, lounging casually on the
Chapter 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