Elena POV
He wastes no time, his hands draw on the skin of my arms, goosebumps takes over every inch of my body, including my nipples, he cant see in the dark but he can definitely touch in the dark, he can take me in the dark, his fingers caress my face first, then my eyes, a whimper pulls through my throat, and he pauses, like he wants to catch the sound, so he could produce it again, his hands lands on my cheeks again, the other hand on my neck, his fingers caress my neck so tenderly down my spine, and the other, moving suggestively down to my lips. “I wonder what your lips taste like, my Love” his voice calls out in the dark, my thighs close together at the sound of his voice. Oh, moon goddess, is this what having a mate feels like? Like boiling hot noodle soup an at the same time freezing a cold ice cream on a Sunday. His hands finally move to my waist, grabbing them tenderly but with a possessive hold, pulling me closer, my breast bounce on his chest, strong and sturdy. His fingers move to my chin, pulling my face up and away from his chest, my eyes meet his, they glow intensely in the dark, his eyes filled with love, filled with the instincts to mate. he pulls his face down, his lips meeting with mine, the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, his lips wrap around mine, caressing my lips, sucking, his tongue pokes out, pushing my lips apart like an invasion, he’s careful as he tussles with my tongue, my hand finally moves to his back, covered by a soft material, my fingers trail into his neck, feeling his skin, “Hot” I say out loud ”All for you love” he replies me, grabbing me to him, he lays me on the couch, he rises, pulling away at his jacket and what I think is another shirt, we can hardly see one another but my pussy was drawling for him, even meowing like a cat at this point, he comes back down, pulling my shirt away, a growl fills my ears when he pulls the shirt off me, either angry at the fact he cant see me or angry at what I look like, I’m not the healthiest person on the block. But he says nothing, his fingers caressing my neck, tracing down my collarbones to my breast, wrapping his hands around it, I feel an electric shock, sweet, even tingling, around my entire body, my eyes roll and a small whimper pulls out of my mouth. “Baby girl, I’m just starting with you” he leans forward, his eyes meet mine, his other hand leaned against the couch, the other hand moves from a breast, down my abdomen and into my pants, separating my legs into two, his fingers, gosh his fingers, so cool and inviting, touching the first erect thing in my pussy, my lit, it sends a shiver to my head, and I grab his hand, he turns to look at me and passion I’ve never seen on anyone face staring at me, wanting, taken. He’s quick and stealthy, and my pants are down in two seconds, soon, his pants are down, and his lips meet mine while he climbs on top of me, his body supported by his arm beside my ears, his lips caress mine in a fight, so passionate and so sweet, gosh I want to hear this man moan my name, I want him to do whatever he thinks of to me. His eyes meet mine and his finger insert deep into my pussy. “Hhhmmmm…. That feels” I say into the dark, and his eyes lightens, he continues to touch me slowly and sweetly, my pussy lips clenching to his fingers, feeling him so deep that its hard to ignore the ringing sensation in my brain, my ears, gosh it feels so good. “Orgasm”, he whispers softly into my ears “Orgasm” I say, soon his finger pulls out, he pulls himself up and places himself in between my legs, I’m burning, waiting with vigor for him to pierce through me and take me to the moon and back, slowly he enters into me, I clench my insides around him, “This will hurt a little” he whispers into my ears, I nod and his lips attach to mine to cover my scream, swiftly he burst into me and slowly, he thrust into me over and over again, it starts to feel great, vibrations pierce through my entire body as he continues to fuck me to his tempo, my moans feel his ears and an arm moves towards my neck, not in a chocking hold but in a hold that says “I’m yours’ I say out loud “who’s your daddy? He growls into my ears “You are Daddy” I whimper as he continues to take me, a rumble awakens in my body, spreading far and wide around my body, his tempo increases and so does mine, a feeling that makes me want to grab him and; his eyes meet mine, his teeth sharp, his canines ready to mark me. My eyes meet his , and a confirmation is passed through, he sinks into me, both canine and deep into my pussy, I clench around him, feeling not just my orgasm but his too, he spills into me, filling me up like I’ve never felt before, the feeling on my neck, biting, hot, it spreads a sensation down my body, my temperature becomes hotter and we wrap our hands around each other, convulsing in each other arms. “oh Fuck!!” he whispers into my ears pulling away, landing at the foot of the couch, the moon starts to make a way around the balcony, raising high and casting a vision on me and “shit” I whisper when I recognize his figure He stares down at me, my body and then my eyes, his eyes are no longer lit, instead honey brown eyes stare at mine, “who are you?” “oh” I quickly grab my clothes, throwing my shirt on, watching him as he throws his trousers on “you’re my mate” he says out loud, his voice back too normal, smooth and deep. “I am” I whisper my hand going to my neck, feeling the two new marks situated perfectly between my collar bone and my ears Before we can speak further, the door is pushed open, and my step mother lyra walks through with his mother, chattering but they stop once they step their eyes on us. My step mother, twist her face into one of disgust when she looks our way. “what’s this?” his mother starts sniffing the air, she stops midair, you both, you mated, she points at the both of us accusingly “How could you have sex with an Omega Zane, better a normal wolf than an omega” she screams, my step mother walking towards us I quickly stand up, my satchel, blocking me from their accusing stare. “omega, you didn’t tell me, you were an omega!! He turns towards me, screaming his eyes fuming, which earns a whimper from me, I lean back afraid of being struck and he stops. “mom, I didn’t know okay?” He turns to his mother, immediately succumbing to their judging stares, “its nothing serious, she will go away and everything will be fine” he adds calmly, she means absolutely nothing to me, she’s just a dirty weak, scrawny ting, he turns o me slightly, turning back to his mother. I’m sorry, she is my omega, I assure you my queen, you will never see her again, she huffs at me, smiling lovingly at the queen. “yes, yes” clean this up would you Zane, she stares at me, like a dog, not a wolf, a simple lap dog. He didn’t tell them I was his mate though, maybe too ashamed of the fact that he’s forever bonded to an omega, half a wolf with hardly any powers, weak, scrawny, who would make her Luna? Who would welcome her and respect her, right there I made the decision I would still be running away. “I’m so sorry sir, mam I say weakly, tears forming in my eyes, it was a mistake I say, Zane’s eyes meeting with mine, it will never happen again”. I pause I will leave your presence immediately, my head bow down, my legs carrying me back into the dark hallway.ELARA POVI wake before the sun breaks over the cliffs.Zane’s still beside me, chest rising in steady rhythm, lips slightly parted in sleep. He looks younger like this. Softer. Like the version of him I imagined when I was sixteen, an omega, foolish and thought a mate could be my rescue plan.That girl is gone and she died the night I ran.But this version of me the one forged through blood, pain, and survival, still watches him breathe.And when I realize our fingers are tangled together, I don’t pull away.Not yet.Zane soon stirs, his eyes open slowly, gold catching the faint light like a flicker of fire.“You stayed,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.I don’t answer right away. Because the truth is, I almost didn’t.I almost told him to leave, twice and both times… I couldn’t do it.Instead, I squeeze his hand. Just once.He closes his eyes again like he’s storing that single moment somewhere sacred. Like he thinks it means more than I’m willing to admit.The morning is unusual
ELARA POVThe smoke thickens as the sun drops.Not a wildfire.Not the natural kind.This smoke carries intention. It clings to the trees like a warning, rolls in slow and low, dragging the scent of pine and ash with something worse buried beneath it.Blood.The moment it hits, Elias sends patrols to every ridge line. Amber moves through the inner strongholds like a flame, calm but burning. She seals the eastern gates, and the elders in the high chamber begin chanting the old language, their voices steady as the runes along the cliffs ignite in pulsing light.Everything feels too quiet.Even the mountain holds its breath.I feel it in my bones, like ice crawling along my spine.He’s close.Skull and he’s isn’t circling anymore, he’s watching us, testing us.Waiting for a crack to open and widen.I find Zane on the upper wall just before the last sliver of daylight disappears.He’s standing with his arms folded, eyes scanning the horizon. He doesn’t speak when I approach, but he glance
ELARA POVPredator TerritoryI wake with the dream still clawing at the edges of my mind.It wasn’t just fire.It was burning, feral and wild, the kind that doesn’t warm but devours. I heard trees crack under the heat, saw wolves screaming into the flames with fur peeling from their bones. And through it all, one shape stood still.A man in a skull mask.Watching meMy hand flies to the pendant resting against my collarbone. It’s still warm. The magic hasn’t faded. The wards are holding.But something about the mountain feels off. Too quiet. Like it’s holding its breath.Hyrax? I reach for her silently.She stirs, slow but tense.He’s circling. Like a vulture. Not ready to strike. Yet.I’m out of bed before I finish dressing in my head, pulling a wool tunic over my shift and strapping on my boots. The corridor outside is dim, lit only by the flickering torchlight. The air is cold, dry, still.Too still.I find Zane already outside, standing just beyond the stables, arms folded across
ELARA POVPredator Territory — MorningI wake with the phantom feel of his lips still lingering on mine.Zane is gone. The room is empty. But his presence clings to the air like smoke. On my skin. In my lungs.It’s maddening, how something so soft, so quiet, can unravel me more than a thousand scars ever could.I lift my fingers to my mouth, brushing over the skin he kissed. Last night wasn’t just a kiss. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t comfort.It was a surrender, a warning and a promise, and I’m not sure which one of those frightens me more.…The high hall is quieter than usual when I sit across from Amber at the long stone table. The morning sun filters in through the carved arches, catching the edges of the tapestries. She has a scroll open in front of her, her tea steaming, her eyes scanning me more than the words.Fresh bread. Dried meats. Mint and elderflower in my cup.None of it touches the strange heaviness in my chest.“You’re distracted,” she says plainly.“I slept fine.” I rea
ELARA POVPredator Territory Later That NightSleep doesn’t come.Not because of nightmares. Not because of unease.But because for the first time in weeks, I don’t want to forget the way tonight felt.The quietness in the ring. The way his voice broke when he said he missed us. The look in his eyes when he realized I wasn’t turning away.The way his hand hovered near my cheek like I was something sacred. Something lost and found all at once.I’m still wrapped in the weight of it when a soft knock lands at my door.Three taps.Light and careful but I already know it’s him.I sit up slowly. My fingers tighten on the edge of the blanket.I don’t owe him anything. Not tonight. Not anymore.But still… I open the door.Zane stands there, holding a mug in both hands. His shirt is clean, though wrinkled and loose like he grabbed it in a rush. There’s a faint line creased along his cheek from the couch cushion. He hasn’t slept either.“I figured…” he starts, his voice low. “If you’re awake, y
ELARA POVPredator Territory — Just Past MidnightI find Zane in the training ring again.After the warning from Skull, everything has been quietToo quiet.The cold mountain wind whips through the trees, carrying the metallic scent of blood, the smoke from the outer guard posts… and him. He’s shirtless, again. Not because he’s training. Not because he’s reckless.Because he’s angry.His fists slam into the wooden post in brutal rhythm, each strike echoing across the quiet grounds. His knuckles are already split, blood staining the old tree.He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. He just keeps hitting like it’s the only thing tethering him to the ground.But I see the tension in his shoulders. The rage beneath the surface. The pain he’s not saying aloud.And I feel it, burning in my neck.That damned mark reacting to him like it always does. A tug beneath the skin, subtle but insistent.“Zane,” I say as I step into the ring.He doesn’t look at me right away. His fists still. His back rises