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
Milana’s POVThe room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I lay sprawled across the plush mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Memories danced in my mind, vivid and tantalizing. It was always the same—those nights when Max and I had been lost in each other, tangled in passion. My lips curled into a small smile as I recalled the way he had whispered my name, his touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known.Max had a way of making me feel alive, as if the world outside didn’t matter. He could tease me with a single glance, a mischievous smile that sent my heart racing. He always knew what to say, what to do, to strip away any resistance I might have. He was magnetic, and I was powerless to resist him.But tonight was different. The memories weren’t enough to distract me from the heaviness in my body. For days now, I’d felt unusually fatigued. My energy was sapped, and I spent more time lying in bed than doing anything productive. Even the
Riana’s POVThe pain from the lashes still burned across my back, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my body. The wounds throbbed beneath the thin fabric of my dress, a constant, searing reminder of the public humiliation I had endured. But worse than the physical pain was the sting of their judgment. Their whispers followed me like shadows, hissing insults and mocking my fall from grace. I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and cold, as if their gazes alone could strip me of whatever dignity I had left.I moved cautiously through the packhouse, every step a test of my resilience. My body ached with every breath, my pride bleeding as heavily as my wounds. I kept my head high, but it was a façade—one that threatened to crumble under the weight of their ridicule. They had once envied me, admired me, sought to be me. Now, they watched with satisfaction as I suffered, their hatred palpable and unrelenting.Memories of who I used to be haunted me with every passing moment.
Riana’s POVThe sharp, throbbing ache coursing through my body was the first thing I felt as I stirred from unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and uncooperative, as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. The familiar warmth and scent of my room greeted me, but the comfort it once brought felt distant and hollow. Every part of me hurt, like I had been ripped apart and pieced back together with trembling hands.A voice called my name, soft and trembling with worry. My head turned toward the sound, and I saw my mother standing by the bed, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her lips quivered as she tried to smile, but the sorrow in her eyes betrayed her. My father stood beside her, his usual commanding presence dimmed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of something unspeakable. The air in the room was heavy with grief, suffocating in its intensity.“Riana, my love,” my mother whispered, her voice breaking. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my d
Riana’s POVThe sharp sting of Magnus’s slap reverberated across my cheek, the impact so fierce that my vision blurred momentarily. My head snapped to the side, and a gasp escaped my lips, though I quickly swallowed the sound, refusing to show weakness. The air between us burned with unspoken fury, thick with Magnus’s rage as he loomed over me, his face contorted in disdain.“You’re the source of all this chaos, Riana,” he spat, his voice venomous. “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t listened to you. You’ve ruined everything—my reputation, my future, my place in the pack. All of it!”I pressed my trembling hand against my stinging cheek, glaring up at him through tear-filled eyes. “Don’t act like this is all my fault, Magnus!” I shot back, my voice trembling but defiant. “You made your choices too. This wasn’t just me.”Magnus’s hand shot out, gripping my chin with brutal force and tilting my face toward him. His eyes burned with a mix of fury and frustration, his lips curling
Riana's POVThe oppressive silence of the grand hall weighed down on me as I stood beside Magnus. My heart pounded, a mixture of indignation and unease twisting in my chest. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.The twelve elders sat in a perfect circle at the center of the room, draped in black robes that concealed their faces. Their mere presence radiated authority, making it hard to breathe. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure as their eyes—or what I imagined were their eyes—bore into us."Magnus Hale and Riana Devereaux," one of them began, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the hall. "Your recent actions have brought disgrace to this pack."I bristled at his words, my spine straightening as a surge of indignation coursed through me. Disgrace? The word echoed in my mind, fueling the fire of my growing frustration. How could defending myself, standing my ground, be seen as disgraceful? My nails dug into my palm
Milana’s POVThe aftermath of the fight hung heavy in the air as Max turned to me, his stormy eyes scanning my face for any sign of injury. His hand brushed lightly against my arm as if to ensure I was still in one piece. "Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice laced with concern.I nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "I'm fine, Max. Really," I assured him. My voice was steady, though my adrenaline was still coursing through me. I didn't miss the way his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he silently assessed the situation."Milana, you went too far," Magnus's voice cut through the tension. His tone carried both frustration and something else-something almost desperate. He stood next to Riana, who was leaning against him, her face pale and her once-polished appearance now a shadow of its former glory.I raised an eyebrow at him, my lips curving into a smirk. "Did I? Last I checked, she was the one who attacked me first." My voice was calm, yet laced with enough veno
Milana’s POVThe shrill pitch of Riana’s scream cut through the tranquil garden like a blade, drawing every pair of eyes in our direction. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd as they turned to watch the spectacle unfolding before them. I didn’t flinch or falter, my gaze fixed on her as she stomped toward me with fury etched across her delicate, arrogant features. Riana always carried herself as if she were the center of the universe, her confidence built on years of entitlement and manipulation. With her perfectly styled updo and designer gown clinging to her every curve, she looked every bit the queen of her own delusional world.But to me, she was nothing more than a thorn—a nuisance that pricked but never truly hurt. Her sense of superiority had always grated on me, but tonight, I welcomed it. She had made her move, and I wasn’t about to back down.Her voice trembled with rage as she screamed again, calling me names and throwing accusations that barely registered in my m
Milana’s POVThe evening air in the garden was cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming roses. I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, expecting perhaps Daisy again. Instead, my breath hitched. Standing there, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight, were two men I knew all too well—Lewis and Magnus.A chill crept up my spine as my gaze locked on them, though I quickly masked it with a cold glare. Of all the people I could have encountered tonight, these two were the last I wanted to see. The weight of their presence was suffocating, like a shadow stretching across the moonlit garden.Lewis’s sharp eyes raked over me, dissecting me with a look that felt invasive, as though he could uncover every thought in my mind. There was something unnerving about the way he stared—intense, calculating, as if I were a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve. His demeanor was far from warm or fatherly, despite his earlier claims of being my blood. Instead, it was laced with a possessiven
Milana’s POVThe soft glow of the vanity lights reflected off the delicate silver necklace clasped around my neck as I adjusted it one last time. Max stood behind me, his towering presence as steady and commanding as ever, watching me through the mirror with an approving gaze."You look perfect," he said simply, his voice carrying that effortless authority that always made my chest tighten.I turned slightly, letting the soft fabric of the emerald gown cascade around me. The rich green hue complemented my skin tone perfectly, bringing out the subtle warmth in my complexion. Max had chosen it with his usual impeccable taste—fitted at the waist to accentuate my figure, while the skirt flowed down in a cascade of silky folds, brushing lightly against the floor. The neckline was modest yet alluring, with just enough to hint at elegance without being overly revealing. Every detail of the dress was designed to make a statement, from the intricate stitching to the delicate shimmer that caugh