MIA'S POV“Why the hell is this so hard?” I groaned in annoyance, not being able to get the hang of this whole mind-link thing. The thought of communicating through mind was cool but it wasn't as easy as it looked like. Christian chuckled at my state which made me raise an eyebrow to challenge him. “You think it's funny?” I will not tolerate him laughing at me for something so stupid. I know, I probably looked funny trying to concentrate so earnestly. But still, he shouldn't laugh at me like that or else I would throw another tantrum. “I'm ready to bear all the tantrums you throw because you're mine,” I gaped at him. Did he just…read my thoughts again? Why this bitch! That made him laugh again. Great! Now my mate was laughing his butt off at my annoying self. “You're not annoying. I think you are the cutest, most adorable person I know,” he smiled, holding my hand. “Still, it doesn't mean you should read my thoughts now that I'm imagining you in very colorful scenarios,” he chuckled
Mia's Pov I strolled through the pack gardens, the vibrant colors of the flowers soothing my senses. Julia walked beside me."So," Julia's voice broke through my thoughts, warm and inviting. "How are you finding your place in the pack? Adjusting well? And I hope my brother is treating you right. If he does anything, you know you can come to me. I'll pull his ears.” I managed a small smile, grateful for her concern. "Everything has been going well. And as for your brother, I think he has been acting very….interesting," I admitted, my gaze drifting over the beauty of the garden. "I'm starting to feel like I belong somewhere finally."Julia nodded understandingly, her amber eyes reflecting empathy. "I’m glad." she said softly. "I know this isn't really my place to say, but I heard about Sylvia and Alpha Mathews. I understand how you feel about them. And it's reasonable. But if you think clearly, in the end whatever they did was to save you. They tried their best. And they love you."He
CHRISTIAN’S POVI couldn't believe my eyes as Mia underwent her first shift beside me. It was a sudden and unexpected occurrence, but witnessing her transformation filled me with an overwhelming sense of pride. She stood before me, her once-human form now replaced by the sleek, powerful physique of a wolf. Her fur, a vibrant shade of red reminiscent of her own hair, shimmered in the moonlight, casting an enchanting glow around her."Wow, baby. You did great!" I cheered, my voice filled with genuine admiration as I watched her navigate the unfamiliar territory of her new existence. I had guided her away from the prying eyes of others, granting her the privacy she needed to acclimate to her newfound identity.Standing on her newly-formed paws, Mia stumbled slightly. Despite her momentary clumsiness, I couldn't help but chuckle affectionately at her adorable antics. But she quickly regained her composure, emitting a series of yips before unleashing a soulful howl, a clear attempt at comm
Author’s PovIn the heart of the dense, foreboding forest, Balthazar, cloaked in shadows, moved with the silence of a ghost. The twisted branches of the trees reached out like skeletal fingers, casting eerie shadows that danced in the moonlight. Emerging from the darkness, he finally stood before the imposing silhouette of the dark palace, its spires piercing the night sky like jagged teeth. Two guards lowered their spears in a defensive stance as he approached. The gleam of their weapons reflected the uncertainty in their eyes as they strained to discern the figure cloaked in mystery before them.With a deliberate movement, Balthazar drew back the hood of his cloak, revealing his sharp, angular features, illuminated by the pale light. His dark eyes bore into the guards, a silent challenge lingering in their depths. Recognition dawned in their eyes as they stepped aside, allowing him passage through the imposing gates.Once inside, Balthazar's heavy footsteps echoed through the caver
Mia's Pov"Ready?" Christian's voice broke through my reluctance, and I couldn't help but sigh, my gaze fixed on him. No, I wasn't ready to embark on this ordeal again. The shift always brought a sense of dread, the kind that could mortify. But did I have a choice? It seemed not."No, but I suppose we're not exactly spoiled for options," I muttered, a hint of frustration coloring my words. Christian's chuckle only aggravated my mood, prompting me to shoot him a sharp glare."Take off your clothes if you'd rather not see them torn to shreds," he suggested with a smirk, his gaze suggestive. The nerve of that man."Excited, are we?" I retorted, unzipping my jacket in defiance, noting the glint of anticipation in his eyes."You bet," he replied eagerly."Hmm..." I tilted my chin defiantly with a smirk playing on my lips. He could fantasize all he wanted, but I had other plans. "Well, that's too bad because that's not happening," I declared, striding behind a nearby tree to continue disrobi
Mia's PovChristian wasted no time in attaching his mouth to mine, and taking me in our wolf form. What confused me was that I saw his eyes change color. They gleamed as golden sparks littered them. ‘Fuck, you feel so good mate,’ I heard his voice laced with a heavier tone. It didn't sound like him. And that had taken me aback. Was I in any trouble? Was it really my Christian? ‘Christian?’ I spoke through our mind link, a little confused and scared at the intensity at which he was going was almost…animalistic. Not that we weren't right now. But nonetheless, it made that small shudder of fear settle in. ‘Not Christian, mate. Leo.’ He corrected me. What did he mean by that where was Christian? ‘Im his wolf,’ he answered my unspoken question as he kept pounding into me at an inhumane speed while I became a moaning mess. This was so confusing. So basically my mate has a wolf that's…well, that's him but not him? That's how werewolves work? Which means I would have another soul in my body
Mia's Pov I judged wrong. In fact we did require backup. Why? Because Leo aka. Christian just landed at my feet after taking a hard blow of one of the spells. More rogues emerged as I continued throwing spells after spell, each one I remembered. Sometimes more branches erupted from the ground, sometimes fire balls shot out of my hands aimed at the rogues, sometimes the men. It was like they were pouring in numbers. Where were they even coming from? And then I notice it. To the far corner from where we were standing, a portal was opened. Just like the one Sylvia had done for me before. ‘We need to close the portal.’ I murmured through my mind link. The only question was how was I going to get there considering the big number of Balthazar's army standing as obstacles in front of me. Desmond caught onto my eye movement flicking from the portal back to the men. “Don't even think about it, Sugar,” he spat before another spell was fired my way. This fucking bastard. I dodged it before i
Mia’s Pov As Christian tenderly tended to the minor cuts adorning my skin, his expression etched with concern, I couldn't help but find his fussing endearing, albeit slightly excessive. "Are you sure that's all?" His voice was laced with worry, his touch gentle as he dabbed at the injuries."It's really nothing, Christian," I reassured him, stifling a bemused chuckle. "I've endured worse than this. You don't need to worry so much. Besides, you do realize they will heal in a few minutes now that I'm also a werewolf."But his concern persisted, evident in the furrow of his brow and the meticulousness of his ministrations. "Even so, you need to take care," he insisted, his tone firm yet tinged with affection. "Whether you're a werewolf or not, seeing you hurt pains me."Rolling my eyes playfully, I couldn't help but tease him gently. "You're making a fuss over nothing, you know. It barely even stings anymore.""Sit up straight," he scolded lightly, his gaze softening as he focused on wr
Christian's POVA year had passed since Mia and I stood before our pack, surrounded by family and friends, and pledged ourselves to each other. The memory of that day was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, yet the time between then and now had been filled with more life and love than I could’ve ever imagined.I stood on the balcony of our suite in the packhouse, watching the early morning sun rise over the treetops. The territory was peaceful this time of day, the woods that bordered the pack lands bathed in golden light. The packhouse was bustling with activity on most days, but in the quiet hours of the morning, it was serene—almost like the calm before the storm.Inside, the sound of giggles filled the air, followed by Mia’s soft voice calling out to our pups. Alaric was always the first to wake, full of energy and mischief, while Sylvia took her time, blinking up at us with sleepy eyes, like she needed more convincing to start the day.I walked back inside, and there they w
Christian's POVThe last few months had been a blur of sleepless nights and the kind of love I never imagined existed. Holding my children, Alaric and Sylvia, in my arms, watching them grow stronger with each passing day, it was like discovering a new part of myself I didn’t know was there. But even amid the chaos of fatherhood, there was one thing that I couldn't stop thinking about—the wedding. Our wedding.After everything that had happened, from nearly losing Mia to the joy of becoming parents, I needed to make her mine in every way, just like I promised. To see her walk down the aisle, to vow my life to hers before the world and not just in the way of our kind but as man and wife, before humans and every species alike. It was important to me. I wanted everyone to know that she was my everything.Planning a wedding, while also taking care of two pups, wasn’t easy, but I had a lot of help. Julia and Anastasia were incredible, practically organizing everything while Mia focused on h
Christian’s PovThe sterile smell of the hospital room filled the air as I stood by Mia’s side, gripping her hand tightly. My heart pounded in my chest as the doctors prepared for the surgery, and I made sure everything was set exactly as it needed to be. I had insisted on a female doctor and healer for Mia, knowing how important it was for her to feel comfortable during this delicate time. But no matter how many precautions I took, I couldn’t shake the fear clawing at my insides.Mia’s gaze flickered to mine, her eyes wide with anxiety, but I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to give her some semblance of reassurance. “I’m right here, baby. I won’t leave your side. We’ll get through this together.”The room bustled with quiet urgency, the healers whispering to each other as they prepared the tools, but all I could focus on was Mia. Her face was pale, but her grip on my hand never faltered.The doctor, a calm and steady woman named Dr. Alina, approached Mia’s s
Christian’s PovAs the tension in the room finally began to ease, I wiped the remnants of tears from my face, still holding Mia’s hand like a lifeline. Her breathing had stabilized, though she still looked pale and exhausted. The doctors had done everything they could, but seeing her so fragile made my chest tighten all over again.The door creaked open softly, and I looked up to see Julia, Anastasia, and Alpha Dominic enter. Their faces were lined with concern, especially Julia, whose eyes immediately darted to Mia.“She’s okay,” I whispered, barely able to hold it together. “She’s… she’s going to be okay.”Julia rushed over to Mia’s bedside, her expression softening with relief. “Thank the moon goddess,” she breathed, reaching down to stroke Mia’s hair gently.Anastasia stood behind her, nodding in agreement but still looking concerned. Alpha Dominic’s imposing figure lingered by the door for a moment before stepping closer, his eyes trained on Mia’s still figure.“She’s strong, Chr
Christian’s PovThe second those lines on the heart monitor went straight, my world stopped. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.“Mia!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I lurched forward. The doctors were swarming around her, shouting orders and moving in a blur. Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater, and the only thing I could hear clearly was that relentless, high-pitched whine from the machine that told me her heart had stopped. Her heart had stopped.My mate, my Mia, was slipping away, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do.I surged toward the bed, grabbing the nearest doctor by the collar, yanking him back with all the strength I had left in me. “Do something!” I snarled, my voice barely human. “Save her!”“We’re trying!” The doctor’s voice trembled, fear flickering in his eyes as he tried to pry himself free from my grip. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. If I let go, it felt like I was admitting defeat. Like I was letting her go.The room spun arou
Mia’s PovI found myself standing in a place I couldn’t recognize—an endless expanse of white, serene and calm. The air felt cool, not like the sterile cold of a hospital room, but something softer, almost comforting. It was quiet, too quiet, but I felt no fear. Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of peace, like I had walked into another world where the troubles of reality couldn’t touch me.I took a step forward, my bare feet sinking slightly into the soft ground that didn’t seem to exist yet held me all the same. My heart felt lighter, the pain I had experienced moments ago in my body now a distant memory. As I moved through this space, something in the distance caught my eye—a garden, vivid and lush, teeming with colorful flowers that seemed too perfect to be real. Drawn to it, I walked without hesitation, my heart inexplicably pulling me toward the scene.At the far end of the garden, I saw a figure kneeling among the flowers, her hands delicately plucking the petals of a blo
Author’s PovMia’s world dissolved into a swirl of chaos and darkness. Her body, though fainted and still in the hospital bed, was trapped within the depths of a vivid, horrifying memory. It played out before her eyes like a movie—too real, too painful. She was no longer the adult Mia. Instead, she felt herself small, fragile, and terrified—a four-year-old child once again.The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the deafening sounds of cries. She stood in the corner of her childhood home—her pack, her tiny frame trembling as she clutched her knees to her chest. Flames licked the edges of the walls, and the screams of her pack members echoed around her. They were dying. She could hear it—shouts, cries, the horrifying crackle of fire devouring everything in its path.Little Mia bawled, tears streaming down her face as she watched people—people she knew—falling to the ground. Her tiny body was shaking, her heart racing in terror. She felt helpless, too scared to move. The de
Author’s Pov4 Months LaterThe sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, casting soft shadows over the blooming roses and perfectly trimmed hedges. Mia sat comfortably between Ana and Julia, her hands resting on her swollen belly as they enjoyed their afternoon tea. It had been months since the ceremony, and with each passing day, the anticipation of the baby’s arrival grew stronger. They laughed, their conversation carefree as Ana excitedly showed Mia a variety of tiny gifts she had bought for the baby—soft blankets, little shoes, and a beautifully carved wooden rattle.Mia smiled warmly, feeling the gentle kicks of life inside her. The baby wasn’t due for another month, and despite the natural aches and discomforts of pregnancy, she had felt relatively good. "Look at this," Ana beamed, holding up a little onesie with "Beta in Training" stitched across the front. "Isn’t it adorable? He’s going to look so cute in this!"Mia laughed softly, touching the fabric. "It’s perfect. Thank you
Mia’s PovThe moment Dominic disappeared, leaving behind an awkward silence, the royal music began to play—filling the grand hall with a soft, majestic melody. It was as if the music had been timed perfectly to diffuse the tension in the air, giving everyone an excuse to focus on something else. The elegant chords of violins and the regal notes of flutes swept through the room, calming the uneasy murmurs that had begun.Christian turned to me, his smile softening the moment. “Dance with me?” he asked, his voice low and inviting, one hand outstretched toward me.Despite everything, I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “I’d love to.”I placed my hand in his, and he guided me effortlessly to the center of the dance floor, where other couples had already begun to pair off, the royal rhythm guiding their movements. The grand chandeliers above shimmered, casting a golden glow over everything as we stepped into position.Christian’s hand settled on the small of my back, pulling