Christian
I released the breath that was threatening to choke me. I have never experienced anything harder than trying not to pounce on my mate with her scent trapped in my lungs. The restraint I had to put myself on was a first experience for me. What scared me more was how I was supposed to control myself in the future now that I had her around. I didn't know what the future held for us, what my fate was supposed to be. But I did know that I couldn't survive without her. For long at least. I had to make her mine. I had to do something to get her on our side. She just had to. My luck was hard considering she was not a werewolf, so she wasn't ready to accept the bond despite knowing what it could make us werewolves feel. But I had to fight. I will fight for her. I will go against anyone who tries to take her away. I have waited for a long time now. This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally.
With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of our pack but also oversee the decisions of other packs coming under the king's rule. This kept me so engaged, I never had time for meaningless flings or affairs. Especially knowing that my mate was out there, I waited. But how was it even possible? As far as I had heard, werewolves were only supposed to have werewolf mates. Then why her? How?
The small visit I paid to her cell was just an excuse to get close to her. I wanted to see her. Feel her. My hand was itching to touch her. It had crawled up to feel the soft skin of her cheek but just as it was about to land on its surface, I retracted it. Why? Because I wasn't sure what my wolf would do next, feeling her skin and the sparks that would erupt like a jolt of electricity.
He was ready to come out any moment if I hadn't shut my eyes forcefully to keep him at bay. Otherwise he would have claimed her then and there.
I looked at my shiny gold wristwatch. It was time for the council meeting. Important decisions were going to be made. I sighed, knowing all those decisions had to do with my mate. Help me, moon goddess, for I can't lose her.
Making my way to the meeting room, I saw all the Alphas of other territories gathered with their beta's sitting in their places on the huge rectangular table. My seat was at the head of the table, on the right of the King's royal chair. Being the the Royal beta, and the king's right hand, our pack was above everyone else's.
All eyes immediately turned towards me, notifying that it was my presence that everyone was waiting for desperately. King's eyes pinned me until I made way and took my place beside him.
"Let's begin then," came his authoritative tone.
"We've heard about Gamma Arnold's daughter. But the news spread quickly that you have captured Balthazar's daughter as well," my hand clenched into a tight fist hearing Alpha Alexander speak that way of my mate. " We are ready for the alliance, King, even if it goes as far as to another war, we are standing with your pack. Aurora would be more than happy to help on the quest with her specialities." Alexander mentioned his mate knowing the powers she held, being the last white wolf. "Moreover, I already think we have the upper hand with Balthazar's daughter being our captive. Eye for eye, daughter for daughter." My wolf was screaming to come out to punch him after hearing his words. But I had to contain myself, knowing it was my hard luck she was still the enemy.
Calm down! I heard Dominic scold me through our mind link. He could feel the anger radiating off me.
"Whatever we do, we need to be careful. I don't want any harm to come to my daughter. And knowing how selfish Balthazar really is, he wouldn't mind sacrificing his daughter for his benefit. Moreover, we don't even know if she is really his daughter or not. What if they are just playing with us?" Gamma Arnold made his point. For a moment, I thought of his words and knew what he said made sense. That could be a high possibility.
"There should be no debate about this. She is the enemy who has cost us our warriors. Having her as a prisoner in your pack is only going to put you all in more danger. She should be killed immediately!" One moment Alpha Malcolm had uttered those words and the next he was choking in death-strangling grip of my hand. He would be an Alpha, but I was the royal beta, which made my position automatically superior to all these minor Alpha's sitting in this very room with me. The only person who had any authority over me was Dominic. The rest, I wouldn't waste a second to kill if they dare say anything about even touching my mate, let alone kill her.
"Say that again, I dare you!" My voice came out lethal as I squeezed my hand further blocking his air passage. Seeing that weakling struggle in my grip did wonders to my pride. He was the most incapable Alpha and leader any pack could ask for. Not only a womanizer who is least bothered about fulfilling his Alpha duties, he was greedy for power and had killed his own father to take over the pack. Though he spun many lies to make it look like an accident, we were better than him to know the reality.
Everyone sprung out of their chairs seeing the scene I had created. But I had no control over myself or my wolf. The moment he uttered that bullshit out of his disgusting mouth, all I saw was red. My wolf chanted only one word in my head.
Kill, kill ,kill.
"Enough Christian! Leave him," Dominic ordered in his hard tone. My jaw clenched and I only squeezed his throat further as he struggled in my grip, his hands tightened around my wrist trying to pull it away, his eyes begging me to leave him.
"Christian, let him go, I said!" I heard Dominic's stern voice before finally releasing my grip and dropping the pathetic Alpha to the ground to pant for air. I smirked at his condition. Served this pathetic being right.
"Why did you do that, Beta Christian?" Alpha Alexander questioned with a suspicious look and emotion in his eyes that told me he had put two and two together. I, however, chose to remain quiet as everyone observed me with either shocked or scared faces. Except Dominic, of course. He looked bored.
"She is my prisoner and therefore I will decide what we have to do with her. Whatever the decision may be, all of you are only advised to do as told or else the consequences will be severe," Dominic announced like the king he was. "You all are dismissed, leave." With that, everyone started scurrying away along with Alpha Malcolm, who gave me a look before his beta helped him out.
As everyone was leaving, Alpha Andrew stopped in his tracks and turned to look me in the eyes, "if she is your mate, then you know the fight is going to be worth it." He was one of the best Alpha leaders in alliance with our pack and has helped us in many wars with Shadow Weavers over a long time. He had a daughter who was killed at seven years of age as a result of the animosity between werewolves and Shadow Weavers. He and his mate were heartbroken for a very very long time until they had a second child. But no matter what, we could still see the pain of losing a pup in his eyes up till now.
He made sure to say those words after everybody was gone and he was the only one left behind. I gave him a single nod before he left, closing the door behind him.
Dominic sighed as the door closed and he sunk back into his chair. "You have to be careful, Christian. I know what she is to you, but you can't lose control every time like this. We need to deal with this situation maturely."
"Yes Alpha," I nodded, not meeting his eyes since my blood was still boiling with fury because of what had occurred a few seconds before. Before becoming my King and Alpha, he was my friend and I knew what he said was straight out of his heart. He knew the war I was fighting, knowing my mate was in the cell when all me and my wolf wanted was to have her in my arms. Fuck fate!
None of us said a word for a while before he decided to break the silence.
"One week." I looked up to meet his eyes to see him already looking at me with no emotion. "You have one week. Make her fall in love with you. Claim her, bring her to our side. Do what you have to, to make her trust you. To make her your mate. It's not only going to favor you but also us if she gives us all the secrets of Shadow Weavers. I know it's not easy, she is his daughter after all. But there is only so much a person can do to resist the mate bond. It's only a matter of time until she gives in."
"And if she doesn't accept this?" I asked, calculating all the possibilities.
"Then we will have no other option but to trade her with Anastasia."
Mia I was fucking exhausted here. I have wracked my brain over and over to get out of this place but there is absolutely no fucking loophole. They have excellent security here. There is no way I can make it out of this place until someone comes and lets me out. My thoughts wander back to Dad. Was he worried about me? Was he planning on doing something to get me out of here? What about Sylvia? Did she know I was missing? She should by now, I'm guessing. They are my family. They must be doing at least something to get me, right? I heard the doors to the dungeon crack open again, informing me I had a visitor. I waited for exactly three seconds before looking up to see Christian once again. And boy did he smell amazing. Fuck, why do I feel this way towards him? It's like there is an invisible force that is drawing me towards him, pushing me into noticing him, feeling attracted towards him. There was no denial of the fact that he was a handsome creature made with utter elegance, hotnes
Mia I came out dressed in a simple white floral sundress that reached a little below my knees. I was kind of feeling weird in it because I was really not used to dresses. All I owned were either leather jackets, pants, shirts and most definitely no dresses. Sitting on the bed for a few minutes, I waited, not knowing what to do next. Sighing, everything flashed before me as to how I ended up here. From the war to fainting to discovering my mate to sitting in his room. I broke out of my thoughts hearing the door open and entered the Royal Beta in his glory. His eyes trailed over me from head to toe, taking in my appearance. It had only been a few seconds when a knock was heard and he attended the person. It was one of the maids bringing in a trolley full of scrumptious feasts. My mouth immediately watered at the sight, as the last decent food I had was the one he brought me in the cell.&n
MIA It was almost too easy. One day I was trapped in their dungeons and the other I was roaming around freely in the pack. For what? Just a chance that I gave him? A chance that was nothing but a lie. I scoffed. These werewolves are too gullible for their own good. How can they claim to be the strongest when they are nothing but actually the weakest, as soon as their mates walk in the picture. Then be it enemy or friend, they will most likely get their families and whole packs killed in the name of soulmates or their so-called love. If I knew it was going to be this easy, then I would just have accepted to give him that chance the very first day. Well, as you can guess, since I'm able to walk freely in the pack house, I decided to take a walk in their gardens. What's better than exploring the place, understanding all the ins and outs for the next attack. The first sight that hit me was children runnin
Mia 1 week later Through the last week, I did my best imprinting every entrance, every exit, every loophole the pack house had in my head for future purposes obviously. Not only that, I had been on my best behavior with everyone, making them feel more comfortable around me and, slowly but gradually, they too, started accepting me. How delightful! Although I continued sleeping in his room, but never in the same bed! That couldn't be possible. The only reason that I agreed to stay in the same room as him, was that I wouldn't share my sleeping space with him. He unexpectedly agreed to my demand, saying he'd rather have me stay in the same room than not at all. So on the same day, another single bed was installed in his room within a few hours. Yep, very quick service. And his room was big enough to support, I guess three more beds if not less, so yes, space wasn't the problem at all. I sighed, taking breakfast for him. I thought that maybe putting in a little effort to be nice would k
MiaI sighed, looking at the two warrior men following me. Bulky while possessing strong and muscular physiques, showcasing their physical strength and endurance. Gifted with broad shoulders, well-developed arms, and powerful legs, indicating their training and combat readiness. Their imposing stature and robust build would instill a sense of fear and respect among their adversaries, but not me.Now the question was if I could take them down single-handedly. Well, I had no other choice but to give it a try. With a flick of my wrist, I pivoted, the blades I hid under my shirt slashing through the air. Surprise flickered in the eyes of the two men as my strikes found their mark, rendering them momentarily defenseless.The forest bore witness to my movements, which were a symphony of calculated strikes and evasions, my daggers a deadly extension of my thoughts. With a swift, calculated blow, I disarme
Mia"Sylvia," I called her and she turned from whatever new potion she was experimenting on, to have a look at me."Oh good Lord! Mia?" She ran to me, engulfing me in a hug. "What the hell even happened? How did you get back?" My heart ached because this was the kind of reaction I was expecting from my father. I had made a little trip to my room to hide the book of enchantments before making my way here. I had planned to study it all night."Well, I tricked them." She gave me a look that screamed 'are you kidding me'."You need to give me more than that honey," she said. My thoughts wandered off to the whole situation of finding my mate, to making them trust me until I betrayed them. Was I going to give her the details? I didn't know."Sylvia, I need to ask you a few things." She nodded her head, indicating for me to go on. "Dad. Was
MiaI walked into the kitchen to grab myself something to eat when I saw Sophie, one of our maids, taking what seemed like a very stale piece of bread and a bottle of half-filled water on a tray. Damn, how scrumptious. Note the sarcasm. Who in the world would give that to anyone to eat?"Whose feast is that?" I questioned, scrunching my face at the so-called meal."The prisoner in the dungeon," she answered softly."You mean Anastasia a?" I raised a brow, gulping down some water from a bottle nearby."If that's her name, then yes. I was just given orders to keep her alive and give something for her to have once a day." I felt bad comparing the food I got in my time I spent as the prisoner at the Red Moon Pack, and what they were giving her here. Although two times a day, they did give me at least some good stuff to eat.
Christian 'You should come out and see this. ' Gamma Arnold mind linked me, making me drop my pen, trying to put a meaning to his words. 'See what?' I sked through the link once again. 'Find out for yourself, will you?'I dismissed the papers I was engaged in, before moving out of the pack house towards the garden fields, where all the whispers were coming from. Dominic had gone for some important meetings with the council and other packs, leaving me in complete authority and in charge of the pack. Some warriors and pack members had collected outside, circling around something. "What's going on here?" I pushed through the people to get a better view. I was caught off guard watching the two warriors that I had sent with Mia, completely bruised and tattered in blood, struggling to keep their eyes open. "Beta Christian!" One of them struggled to speak as he gasped for air. "Where is Mia? What happened to you guys?" My mind was caught in a haze of rage as the only thing that blared
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