"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 POVAs soon as I entered the lounge room, I was welcomed by a soothing scent of freshly steeped tea and a question uttered by a calm and serene voice that had grown familiar to me in the last several days.“The kids?” Zuleika asked without bothering to tear her gaze away from the porcelain tea cups she was filling with golden-hued tea.She and Maliya had quickly arrived in Wolverham after I had desperately asked Sarina to summon them through her spiritual familiar in the wake of Gallahan’s rampage against the rogue wolves and creature hunters. The two witches had then been staying in the Manor ever since.While it was a bit awkward between us at first, I still found that it was good and relieving to have them here.After all, the Alfiero Manor no longer kept any stock of the Wolf’s Draught, the potion that could induce shifting to werewolves, since the end of the war. We had no need for it since…Well…Since there were no longer any war comrades or packmates getting fatally in
GALLAHAN’S POVOnce I noticed that Willa had fled with the twins, I let rage and primal instinct to kill take the wheel. I no longer have any slim shred of care for what would be left of the rogue wolves and the creature hunters once I was through with them.I became an artist of violence, creating a crimson masterpiece as blood painted the surroundings in splash and splotches.My claws dug into the skin and sliced through the flesh of both humans and wolves, tearing out piercing cries and harrowing yowls of agony out of their mouths.The pandemonium and the havoc I had brought upon was likely not that different from hell, where disturbed souls scream and beg for mercy.But unfortunately for these insolent beings, I was no god.I had no mercy to give any of them. Not even a sliver.Especially not to the rogue wolf who had been leering at my Willa as if he had intended to take her from me.I gouged both of its eyes and let the eyeballs roll away without bothering to spare them a glance
WILLA’S POVMy heart stilled when the attention of every rogue wolf shifted to me. But it went cold and plummeted when their gazes zeroed in on Gillian’s and Calisto’s small cowering forms.Every fiber of my being went alight with my protective instincts.I adjusted my stance, no longer trying to be furtive with my movement, just so I could shield my kids away from the rogue wolves’ view.Or at least shield them as much as I could.Then I sent another warning growl, making sure to put more threat in each gritty note.Gallahan echoed me without hesitation. But the sound coming from him rang louder and deeper that it almost made me shiver.It was a sound that could make any other wolf tuck their tail between their legs. One that told a history of violence. One that promised a grim fate to those that wouldn’t heed his warning.But oddly enough, it had soothed my rabbiting heart. It assured me that everything would be alright. At least for me and for our twins.I couldn’t be too sure I co
WILLA’S POVThe ground beneath my paws as I ran through the trail on the far eastern side of the moorland was familiar. So was the crisp breeze brushing through my pelt while I towed in a slow jog behind two adorable pups that were rough-playing and making each other stumble every now and then.Gillian’s fur was much darker than Calisto’s. She could almost pass a good camouflage in the darkness of the night to anyone with eyes that were less vivid and sensitive. If she could just sharpen her stealth skills, Gillian would be a force to reckon with in hiding and spying. She would make an excellent hunter in the night.Meanwhile, it seemed like Calisto had little to no hope for that. But it wasn’t because he was slightly larger than Gillian, nor was it because his pelt was deep gray and had a very high resemblance with Grandpa’s. It was because he was quite ungainly on four legs. On top of that, he was a little too playful and loud, trotting and hopping and yipping the night away.It was
GALLAHAN’S POVExcitement rang clearly in Calisto’s voice, and when my gaze flickered to his direction, I saw how his round eyes glimmered with eagerness and hope.The ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips was quite endearing, and I couldn’t help but mirror it.Even then, I said as gently as I could, “I don’t know, bud. I think you better ask your Mommy. She’s the boss.”Calisto quickly diverted his attention to Willa. “Mommy, we’re going, right? Right? We have to go on a run tonight. Please?”Willa huffed, closing her book and tossing it aside. But there was fondness in the way she regarded our son, sending a warm buzz beneath my skin.She was a good mother to our twins, and every time I saw things that proved it, no matter how little or trivial it might seem to others, I would always end up feeling so full of affection for her that I often felt that I might just combust on the spot.“We’re going. After all, the full moon is the opportunity for you and Gillian to shift
GALLAHAN’S POVI didn’t mean to be so cutting with my words.But regardless of intention, I still did anyway.Fortunately for me, the two balls of sweetness and energy were enough as a buffer between Willa and I, saving us from being trapped in suffocating air the following day.Gradually, though, the frigidity between us wore off, and by late afternoon, we found ourselves out in the back garden, having a picnic with the twins. A large red picnic blanket was laid out, and a few charcuterie boards of finger food sat in the middle.It was a good day. Crisp and cold breeze blowing by, ruffling leaves and making them rustle quite audibly. It made a relaxing background noise. Meanwhile, puffy clouds littered the sky, shielding us from the sun that was bound to dip beyond the horizon in less than an hour.If we were in Moonshire, we would’ve been locked indoors as harsh frost took a claim of the territory. Unless, the twins would appreciate a snowball fight while wrapped in multiple layers
WILLA’S POVElodie didn’t walk.She glided, waltzing into the room and towards us like a graceful swan moving on water. The sight of her vividly reminded me of Miss Banfey, and I couldn’t help but think that they were likely cut from the same cloth.“So pretty,” Gillian whispered in uncontained awe.‘She is,’ my mind supplied in agreement while my gaze remained firmly trained on Elodie.She was really quite the sight. Her beautiful hair was pinned on one side, cascading down in soft curls and contrasting strikingly against the fabric of her castleton green dress. Her perfectly shaped face, which boasted beautifully sculpted features, wore a barely-there smile that could only be read as genial and coy.And Gallahan?Gallahan couldn’t take his unblinking eyes off of Elodie.I bit my lower lip as my stare flickered to and fro between him and Elodie, who was fast approaching with my brother.Did Gallahan regret it? Letting go of such a wonderful woman?Did seeing her holding another man’s
GALLAHAN’S POV“Can you stop fussing?” Willa asked as she herded us to the great dining hall of the Alfiero Manor. “You’ll ruin my hard work.”“I’m sorry to break it to you, sweetheart,” I drawled playfully, “but my dashing appearance is not your hard work. It’s my parents’ hard work.”“What does that mean?” Calisto wondered, tugging me by the hand I was holding him with. “I don’t get it, Daddy.”Willa shot me an irate look, slapping my other hand that had been tugging at the collar of my regalia for tonight’s dinner affair.While I had my official garbs as the heir of the Alpha King, which boasted the colors of midnight blue and gold and had a long side cape for the right shoulder, Willa had clad me in dark green and black with accents of silvery gray for this Alfiero family dinner.“Daddy meant nothing about what he said,” Willa explained to Calisto with a tight smile. Then she shot me a glare when she noticed me fussing with the fancy silk jabot she had chosen for me. “I said stop
WILLA’S POVDays passed in a blur, and before I knew it, days had turned into weeks, and the weeks bled into months.In fact, three months had gone by, and I barely even felt it.Perhaps it was due to the infectious bliss of the twins that had only doubled since the particular family talk that happened in the dining area. Or maybe it was because it just felt so ridiculously right to have Gallahan around that it got me a little spellbound.In fact, it was terrifyingly fast and easy for him to meld himself into our home and into our lives. It was as if there had been a Gallahan-shaped void that existed all this time without our knowledge, and now he had reclaimed that void, rightfully slotting himself into place.He had even unofficially moved into my home, his clothes and other personal belongings taking space here and there. He rarely went to Moonshire now, only leaving the house when he deemed it was truly necessary.And while this setup was not what we had agreed on at first, I didn
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