"There’s no way I would ever spawn a child for a violent and bloodthirsty man like you." - WILLA CORALINE ALFIERO "Keep this in mind, Miss Alfiero… I would rather end the Wick bloodline than continue it with the likes of you." - GALLAHAN WICK Willa Alfiero had once naively thought she could fix her fated mate's twisted beliefs after she met him in the middle of a bloody battle. But her optimism was quickly burned to ashes when she learned that her fated mate was no ordinary enemy, but was actually Gallahan Wick. The General of the Culling Army. Son of the Alpha King. The tyrant who conquered and looted multiple human kingdoms. Willa couldn’t bear to surrender to the side Gallahan belonged to, much less turn a blind eye to his twisted and cruel acts, even though nature and instinct dictated her to stay with him. So, she ran away. She was also forced to retreat as a Warrior of her pack and as a soldier of the ongoing war between the League of the Moon and the Culling Army. Not because her mind and heart had been swayed. Not because she wasn’t brave enough to fight Gallahan in another battle. But because she was pregnant, and she intended to keep her children hidden from their tyrannical father. But no secret could stay as a secret forever. Gallahan was bound to find out about the existence of his children. With their opposing beliefs and strained past, would their tie as fated mates be enough to bring their family back together?
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For nearly all of my life, I had dreamed of the moment I would finally meet my fated mate. But never in my wildest imagination did I ever think I would meet him in the middle of a violent battle, fighting for opposing and irreconcilable causes.
And yet… Here I was.
I stood frozen in place as my hold around my daggers loosened slightly.
It seemed as if the world blurred into nothing, while time took on an odd shift, moving sluggishly in slow motion. But my heart defied the seemingly slow ticking of time as it thundered in my chest, clamoring for the magnificent wolf standing in front of me.
His thick pelt that was darker than the gloom of the bloody night looked unfairly silky underneath the brilliance of the waxing gibbous moon. His eyes glowed a vibrant amber, so beautiful in their depth that they almost looked like an endless pool of liquid gold.
“My mate,” I called out even though I knew my voice would simply drown in the noisy din of the battle.
But the wolf seemed to have heard me. He took a sure step towards me, and then another until the distance between us was close to nonexistent.
The need to touch coursed through my entire being, and it was so strong that I dropped my weapons to the ground against my better judgment.
We were in the middle of a battle! Only fools with no care for their lives would leave themselves unarmed. And if I had any working brain cells left, I would’ve shifted to my wolf form in the next heartbeat.
But I didn’t.
Rationality seemed to evade me, because the next thing I did was touch the quiet black wolf, petting him on his head, right on the spot between his ears.
The thudding of my heart grew quicker and louder, and my blood seemed to burn as it flowed through my veins. Carnal desires awakened in the pit of my stomach, and wet heat slowly pooled in my underwear.
A low, reverberating growl erupted from the wolf, and I knew then that he was aware that he had triggered my heat, putting me at the precipice of my instincts to bond and mate with him.
All around us, the ruthless and bloody fighting continued, oblivious to the moment shared between me and an enemy wolf.
All except for my twin brother.
“What are you doing?” William hissed, tugging my arm so harshly that I staggered backwards.
But he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes that glowed a vivid viridian were glued on the black wolf, staring with barely held fury. His tight and sure grip on his wharncliffe blade never wavered as he pointed the weapon threateningly at the enemy that was now snarling aggressively at him, baring all sharp teeth in warning.
A wave of pleasure ran through my spine at the reverberating sound, and my knees nearly buckled as the need for my fated mate grew stronger.
“Will,” I began to say, prying my brother’s hand away from my arm, and it was enough to earn me a bewildered look from my brother. “I must go. I’ll…”
I sent the wolf a glance, my mouth growing dry.
“He is an enemy, Willa!”
“I know!” I retorted, my voice becoming almost shrilly. “But he is also my…”
William stole a glance at the wolf, his anger fizzling into defeat. “Fuck. Of all people…”
“I know,” I repeated, softly this time and meaning it differently. “But our bloodline has always known the sacredness of such ties, Will.”
Green-eyed werewolves like us had been known as the descendants of the very first fated pair of werewolves. And while a coupling of two fated mates was irrefutably rare as it was precious among our kind, it was all the more sacred for my bloodline.
Just then, a piercing and harrowing howl rose above the chaotic cacophony of the battle. A wolf had just lost a mate in the fight.
“It’s Strome,” William breathed out in horror, recognizing the pained and angry howl of his best friend. Then for a moment, a torn expression crossed his face, and his grip on me finally loosened.
I quickly took the opportunity to bolt, and my fated mate moved in sync with me. He pivoted, positioning his body to allow me to climb on his back.
“Go!” I yelled at my brother, comfortably settling on the wolf’s back, securely digging my fingers through the soft pelt on the back of his neck. “Do not worry about me. I can handle myself.”
“He may be your fated mate, but he is still an enemy. Do not be complacent,” William warned, giving me a hard look.
“You should be careful too.”
And with that, the wolf dashed away, whisking me from the scene of the battlefield that went on in the middle of the Ferndell Forest.
The crisp night breeze hit my face as the wolf ran through the forest, heading east towards the neighboring human kingdom that had already been conquered by the Alpha King and his Culling Army that was headed by his son, Gallahan Wick.
‘Of course,’ I thought wryly, ‘He is bringing me to enemy territory.’
But I didn’t truly feel any dread nor any fear. There was comfort and safety in the presence of my fated mate, and I was confident that despite being on different sides of this war, he wouldn’t dare hurt me. Much less kill me.
What I was confident of was how he would take care of me in all the intimate ways a good wolf would to his mate in heat.
The mere idea of it sent a shiver all over my body, and my need to be claimed and marked by him hit me like a truck.
A copious amount of wetness oozed out of me, and I had no doubt the wolf felt my slick on his back from the way he growled impatiently.
If I had no shame, I would’ve transformed in that moment and be mounted in my wolf form. But as heats usually lasted for a few days with the help of a mate, a proper place to be filled and knotted would be more ideal than a dirty ground in the middle of a thick forest.
Thinking about getting filled and knotted by the perfect person birthed for my soul and my soul alone sent me bending forward, burying my face in the soft fuzz of the wolf’s pelt.
“Faster,” I pleaded, desperately wanting to see the man I was lucky enough to have as my fated mate.
‘He is an enemy,’ my mind unhelpfully reminded, but the caution blurred into nothing when he let out a possessive snarl.
“Yes,” I moaned, rutting my hips on my mate’s back. “Yours. Take me home now.”
Whether it was his own impatience or the fact that I was getting wetter with every second that ticked by due to being on the cusp of a full blown heat, I wasn’t entirely certain. But the wolf was spurred to run faster, all four legs working with fervor to bring me to a safe place where he can claim me.
Finally, after minutes that seemed to drag on for an eternity, the wolf came to a stop right in front of a simple but homey cabin, just on the outskirts of fallen human kingdom.
I slid off his back as gracefully as I could with my heat-addled mind and the juices that trickled out of me ceaselessly in preparation for our impending mating.
Anticipation thrummed beneath my skin, and desire coiled in my stomach, while my instincts clamored to override my logic.
This was a moment I have been waiting for. Enemy or not, this man was mine. Mine in body, heart, mind and soul. So completely and utterly mine that I absurdly felt like I am in the safest place in this world. Worries and doubts had no place in the moment, and I knew then that it was okay to succumb to my instincts and my wolf’s desire to be claimed and bonded for life.
So when I was immediately caged by my mate, who had already shifted back to his human form, once inside the privacy and safety of the cabin, I didn’t even bat an eye nor wince at the suddenness of the act. Instead, I welcomed him in my arms, his naked body pressing me against the door.
“Mine,” he growled, his nose buried in the juncture where my neck met my shoulder. He stole a deep whiff of my scent, then moaned in sheer delight.
“Yes, yours.”
“Call me Han,” he murmured, his lips ghosting my ear.
“Willa,” I managed to say while being utterly distracted by the way his hands were sliding up and down my waist and hips.
“Willa,” he parroted huskily.
The sound of my name on his tongue had me smiling. How could anyone manage to make my name sound so sensual and oddly beautiful at the same time?
“Yes, Han?” I purred as I gifted his arms with feather-like caresses.
“You are driving me insane.”
Suddenly, with eyes still glowing in its beautiful shade of amber, he pulled away and stood a good step away from me, uncaring of his state of undress.
But I suppose he wouldn’t find any problem with it given the way his face and body seemed to be sculpted by an expert artisan’s hands. His face was chiseled in an attractively masculine way, yet it retained a boyish charm through the vivaciousness in his gaze and the blitheness of the smile on his pink lips. His shoulders were broad and confident, and he was packing muscles, defined and strong, giving him exquisite lines I could spend a day or two tracing with my fingers. Then, the star of the glorious image of him, was the manhood he was endowed with. It stood erect, thick and long with a tip flushed and mildly leaking in clear arousal that I felt too.
“Are you interested in having a conversation right now to address the elephant in the room, or would you rather see what other things my mouth can do for you?”
“And by elephant, do you mean the fact that we are on different sides of this war?” I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side. It was a small and subtle gesture of seduction that got his gaze hungrily staring at the spot where he clearly wanted to bite me. “Even though I think now is not the ideal time for us to parley, I would definitely love to learn later on why you fight for the Alpha King for such a greedy and violent cause.”
Han grinned rakishly, his eyes seemingly becoming brighter at the challenge of having an enemy as his fated mate. “Oh goodie. You are one of those deeply self-righteous heathens then!”
I shot him the deadliest glare I could manage while in an aroused state. I then retorted, “So what other things can your mouth do for me then? Because it’s clearly not the best at dirty talk.”
He was on me in a heartbeat again, pressing himself so damn close that I could feel his body heat permeate through the fabric of my clothes.
“And do you have a point of comparison, mate? Have you given yourself to someone else? Are you going to compare me to them? See who’s better in bed? Hm? You don’t have to. I’ll make sure you forget them for good. I’ll erase every trace of their kisses and touches on your body, and-”
“Have you taken a proper look at my green eyes? I am sure you know what these eyes mean for our kind,” I interjected breathlessly.
Han grunted his affirmation before his lips found my neck and started peppering me with light kisses.
“It has been a strict tradition, rule actually, for green-eyed werewolves of our bloodline to always wait for our fated mate. It is only, ah-”
A distractingly pleasant suck at a spot just below my ear had me moaning softly, cutting my explanation short.
He slid a thigh between my legs, pressing it upwards against my weeping cunt, making me moan once more.
Feeling the wetness that had leaked through the fabric of my breeches, he then murmured, “Maybe it’s time for our bodies to do the talking.”
WILLA’S POVThe showerhead relentlessly rained semi-hot water as I stood beneath it, loving the way it warmed my skin. It was just the right temperature to soothe my irritation with Gallahan and his petty jealousy.For bloody hell’s sake! I was able to look past and even completely move on from my jealousy over his close relationship with Zuleika and Maliya. And yet he couldn’t do the same with my friendship with Lewis!The same Lewis who was a gay man!Ugh.A fresh new wave of annoyance surged in my chest at the mere thought of it.I exhaled loudly as I lathered my body with soap, scrubbing harshly as I remembered I had intended to tell Gallahan how my conversation with Lewis went.I had set boundaries with him in consideration of Gallahan’s feelings, telling my dear friend that since the Fen Cottage was also Gallahan’s home now, Lewis should inform me ahead of time should he wish to visit, instead of coming and going as he pleased like he always did.Lewis was very gracious and unde
GALLAHAN’S POVWe headed back home to Fen Cottage after an early dinner with my Dad that was mostly filled with silence, broken only by stilted and short-lived conversations here and there. But we could not have left without making promises and assurances to the twins that there would be more trips to Moonshire in the coming days.It was then that Willa and I gently broke the news to them that our family would be moving to the castle in a matter of a few weeks, explaining that it was all for our safety.The twins took it well, so it was another win on our very great day.We would’ve ended everything on a high note, if not for Lewis, who seemed to have been waiting for us for quite some time, given the way he had made himself utterly comfortable on our couch.His posture was relaxed as he sat on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest. Meanwhile, his feet were crossed and propped on top of the coffee table, moving in time with the tune he was humming.“Oh!” His eyes widened for just
WILLA’S POVThe following morning came in a blink of an eye. It almost didn’t feel like I had enough hours of good sleep, even though I felt unspeakably comfortable in Gallahan’s arms, basking in his warmth.Or maybe that was why I felt dissatisfied. Because I couldn’t bask in his embrace for much longer, all thanks to the twins who knocked on the door at the same time as if they had every intention of bringing the house down.Their excitement was just buzzing off of them in palpable waves, and I could almost swear it was contagious as I found myself and Gallahan grinning nearly ear to ear.“We’re going today, right?” Calisto asked after swallowing a mouthful of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Daddy’s going to keep his promise today?”Gallahan shrugged. “I don’t see why I can’t. Unless, of course, Mommy has some objections.”“I don’t,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. But the gesture reeked with disgusting fondness that I somehow couldn’t keep at bay. “So you better finish your
GALLAHAN’S POVSurprise was etched deeply on Willa’s face as she gaped at me with lips slightly ajar.Even then, she looked unfairly beautiful, especially as her eyes misted slightly with hints of tears.I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and tapping her chin playfully while a light chuckle slipped out of me.“Why do you look so surprised?” I asked with mild laughter still tinged in my tone. “And why the hell do you look like you are seconds away from crying?”“Because!” she exclaimed, her voice raising in volume.But she seemed to remember the fact that we had just managed to put the kids back to sleep because she sent a wary glance at the closed door.“Because,” she went again, half-whispering now as she returned her attention to me. “It’s just… you… you…”I lifted an amused brow at her, watching as she floundered with her words.“Yes?” I drawled teasingly, a smirk pulled at my lips.She groaned, giving me a mild glare. But there was no real heat in it. Instead, it just made h
WILLA’S POVMy heart weighed heavily in my chest as I listened with horror, pain and anger to a story that had completely changed the trajectory of Gallahan’s life.He ended the tale with the assurance that he was no longer as vengeful and as angry as he once was, but he also told us that to completely forgive humans for what they had done was not on the table at the moment.I didn’t say anything about it. No objection. No comment. Nothing.After all, I had come to terms with the fact that Gallahan had dealt with his pain and trauma in his own way and that I couldn’t force what path of healing he should take. It was his road to choose and his journey to make. My role was to offer him strength and light if he needed it.The stubborn heaviness I felt stayed the same way even after we had managed to lull the twins back to sleep and tuck them back into bed. They still chose to sleep in my room, leaving me and Gallahan the option to sleep beside them or to retire to the spare room in the h
GALLAHAN’S POVWilla prepped sweetened chamomile tea for the two of us and warm milk for the twins before finally joining us in the living room.She handed us our respective drinks and then settled on the opposite end of the couch. The twins were sitting snugly between the two of us, but Gillian was very mindful of keeping a bit of distance from me in consideration of my lingering injury and the balm that was spread evenly all over it.“What are we going to talk about, Dadd?” Gillian asked quietly as she gazed at me with mild curiosity burning in her eyes.“My childhood,” I said vaguely. “But you shall hear a very clean and glazed version of this story. Because my past, the one that goes beyond my years leading a war as the General of the Culling Army, is very violent and traumatic. It’s not quite suitable for your young ears and pure minds. But I will make sure you will still understand Daddy.”“Okay,” Gillian replied as she looked away from me with a pensive look on her face.“I was
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