“Interesting. So, who’s this wolf you say was spotted at the warehouse?” Orchard’s voice was calm, yet a glint of intrigue sparkled in his eyes as he turned to Dylan. The tension in the room was thick, and everyone seemed to lean in slightly, awaiting the response.“His name is Luca,” Dylan replied. “And… he’s in the palace.”Orchard’s expression shifted, his lips pressing into a thin line. He wasted no time, turning to face two guards who stood stationed nearby, their faces tense and alert.“Go find him,” Orchard ordered, his tone hard and unforgiving. “Dylan, you’ll show them exactly where this wolf is hiding. Catch him. Bring him to me—alive.” The last word echoed through the room, cold and sharp. The guards nodded, a flicker of determination in their eyes as they followed Dylan.*************Meanwhile, Luca sat silently, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door as he waited for Cathrine. The minutes stretched out like hours, each one slower than the last. He could hear the faint sound
Just then, Dylan walked toward her, trying to put on his most sincere expression. He thought comforting her would be the best way to win her over, to become the person she would turn to for solace. But he didn’t realize that her heart had already been taken—taken by Luca, the very man he had just betrayed. He stepped closer, moving with careful intent, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The touch seemed to break something within her. Catherine turned to him, her eyes blazing, and slapped him across the face. “You monster! How could you let them take Luca away?” she yelled, her voice trembling with fury. Dylan winced but tried to keep his composure. "Catherine, calm down. It’s not what you think. It’s… it’s not my fault,” he stammered, clearly rattled by her rage. "How is it not your fault?” Catherine screamed, pushing him back as her fists pounded against his chest, fueled by raw anger and pain. "It’s not my fault, Catherine!" Dylan shouted back, finally losing his pati
They were under attack. The warning came in a blare of trumpets that echoed through the air. Before Cathrine could fully grasp what was happening, the crowd erupted into chaos, with people scattering in every direction, fleeing as fast as their legs could carry them.Cathrine watched in confusion, her eyes darting around, taking in the frenzied scene. Her heart pounded, her mind reeling as she tried to understand why everyone was running. But amid the terror, one thing caught her attention and brought her a strange sense of relief: Luca’s execution had been interrupted. Even the executioner, who only moments before had stood ready to take Luca’s life, had dropped his weapon and joined the panicked crowd, desperate to escape whatever threat loomed over them all.She glanced toward the royal platform and spotted the king himself, hurriedly making his way through the grand hallway that stretched toward his private chambers. She saw him disappear into the shadows, likely seeking refuge wi
Dennis plunged downward, all his strength directed into the fierce strike, his sole intention to drive the knife into Luca. But Luca reacted fast, his hands shooting up to catch Dennis’s wrists, and for a moment, the two men were locked in a desperate struggle.Dennis pressed down harder, his muscles straining as he bore his weight into the blade, pushing it mere inches above Luca’s chest. Luca gritted his teeth, fighting back with all his might, but he was starting to weaken under Dennis’s unyielding force. The blade wavered, inching closer to his heart with each passing second. The struggle between them was silent but filled with deadly intent, the air thick with the tension of a battle that could end in a heartbeat.But then, from the corner of his eye, Dennis noticed Cathrine edging closer. Her presence disrupted his focus, breaking his concentration for just a moment. Seizing the opportunity, Dennis tore himself free from Luca and turned on Cathrine with cold intent. Without a se
"Argh!" Luca’s scream echoed through the night, sharp with pain. His muscles strained, every nerve on fire, but he refused to back down. Weakness threatened to overtake him, but he fought against it. Determined, he reached down, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the knife tucked at his side. With a quick movement, he pulled it free, the steel glinting in the dim light, and plunged it straight into Damian’s knee.Damian's grip on him slackened as he let out a harsh, guttural groan, staggering back from the blow. His eyes widened with shock and pain, disbelief flashing across his face.As Damian pulled away, Luca stumbled, his own strength slipping away. He sank to the ground, knees hitting the dirt before his entire body gave in. Exhausted and injured, he collapsed onto his stomach, blood trickling slowly from the corner of his mouth, staining the dirt beneath him.“Luca!” Cathrine’s voice sliced through the darkness. She ran towards him, fear woven into every step, her gaze f
Kieran and the three friends who had insisted on following him stood there, staring at Cathrine and Luca. The silence between them hung heavy in the air, charged with tension and unspoken challenges. Each of Kieran's friends glanced uneasily at one another, perhaps realizing this meeting wasn’t going to be as simple as they’d expected. Kieran's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Cathrine, but she showed no signs of acknowledging him.Cathrine turned away from Kieran, her expression unreadable, and focused her attention on Luca, who still seemed unsteady on his feet. “Get up, Luca,” she said gently, her voice steady and resolute as she leaned down to help him. Her hand under his arm was firm but tender, like a shield against all that was dark around them. She looked up and gave him an encouraging nod, her eyes filled with determination. “We have to leave this place. I’m done hiding from Damian. Let’s go back to the hut.”With a quiet nod, Luca gathered himself, drawing strength from Cathr
“You’re really a selfish being, Kieran,” Cathrine’s voice was low, simmering with a restrained anger that threatened to spill over. She took a step closer, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. “When you wanted nothing to do with me, you rejected me. You didn’t care how I would feel or the pain I’d go through. But now… now that you need my help, you come back, claiming you have rights over me?”Kieran took a deep breath, visibly affected by her words. The look in her eyes and the bitterness in her tone made him wince. Yet, he forced himself to stand his ground. “Whether you like it or not, Cathrine,” he said, his voice steady, “you’re my mate.” Slowly, he rose from where he’d lying on the ground, dusting off his clothes as he looked at her with a determined gaze. “The Moon Goddess chose you for me.”Cathrine laughed, but there was no humor in it. Her laughter was sharp and cutting, filled with a cold disbelief. “She chose wrong.” Her words sliced through the s
“Huh… huh… huh…” Kieran’s breaths came in ragged gasps, each one louder than the last as he struggled to keep moving. Every muscle in his body was screaming, begging him to stop. His friends were barely holding up either, their faces red, shoulders hunched as they tried to recover. They’d been running for what felt like forever, just over a mile, and it was starting to show. But then he looked ahead, eyes fixed on the two figures who hadn’t even slowed down.Cathrine and Luca.They hadn’t looked back once; they were simply gliding forward, barely breaking a sweat. Kieran’s gaze followed their effortless strides, a pang of both admiration and frustration hitting him. How do they do it? he wondered, watching as they moved with the ease of seasoned runners, untouched by the fatigue gripping him and his friends.Turning to his companions, he noticed their expressions of amazement mirroring his own. They were all captivated by the strength and stamina Luca and Cathrine possessed, pushing b
Each step Luca and I took closer felt like a challenge, the kind that could only end in blood—or submission.“This would be a good time to bring out your wolf,” Luca said, his voice steady but his fingers flexing, ready for a fight.I shook my head. “No.” My tone left no room for argument. “We’re here to talk to their Alpha, not destroy everything in our path. My wolf…” My gaze flickered to the wolves ahead, their snarls growing louder. “...would do more damage than we need.”“They’re not giving us a choice,” Luca muttered, his jaw tightening.I squared my shoulders, my voice firm. “Then we won’t give them one either. We’ll speak to their Alpha—peacefully if they allow it, or forcefully if we must.”A wry grin tugged at Luca’s lips. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are.”The wolves surged forward, their snarls erupting into full-throated roars. My heart thudded in my chest, but I didn’t flinch. Raising my hand, I let the power simmering beneath my skin rise to the surface. A faint glow s
The man stared at me, his expression wary. He wasn’t entirely convinced by my words, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I knew he’d be tough to sway, but I had my ways of persuasion if he chose to refuse.Just as I braced myself for his rejection, his answer took me by surprise.“Fine, I’ll become your ally and join in the war.”I blinked, caught off guard. My eyes widened for a split second before I masked my surprise. That was… easy. Too easy. Shaking off the thought, I gave him a curt nod.“Well, it’s settled then,” I said, standing up. My voice was firm, my confidence unshaken. As I turned to leave, heading for the door, a voice stopped me in my tracks.“Wait.”It was Calvin. I glanced back over my shoulder. “What is it?”“When is the war?” he asked, his tone sharp but curious.A smirk tugged at my lips. “You’ll know when the time comes. I’ll send a message when the time is near.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned on my heel and walked out, Luca falling into step besi
With my eyes narrowed, I scanned my surroundings, trying to pinpoint where the spear had come from. My gaze followed its trajectory, and then I saw them—a line of guards standing atop the walls of the Ivory Kingdom. They weren’t alone. More guards filled the walls, their sheer number exceeding anything I had imagined.“Impressive,” I muttered to myself, though I couldn’t ignore the faint smirk tugging at my lips.The guards shouted down, their voices sharp and clear: “Intruder!”“Intruder?” I thought, bemused. That’s not the warmest way to introduce someone like me.Before I could respond, the massive gates of the kingdom began to shift, their mechanisms groaning under their weight. The sound reverberated through the air as the gates opened with a heavy thud. From within, a man emerged, flanked by an intimidating number of guards. His golden armor gleamed under the sunlight, a clear mark of authority.He strode toward us with confidence, his gaze sharp and calculating as it flicked be
Time flew, and before I knew it, the meeting was over. The council had come to a decision: Luca and I would visit three kingdoms to convince them to become our allies and assist in the impending war. Two of these kingdoms were ruled by humans, and the third belonged to a rival wolf pack.As much as it pained us to approach the rival pack, we had no choice. "An enemy of my enemy is a friend," the elders had reminded us. The rest of the kingdoms would be handled by other pack leaders.After the meeting, Luca and I stepped out of the grand hall, both of us burdened by the weight of our mission. Yet, before leaving, we went to see our children, holding them close as if this would be the last time we’d feel their warmth.Kissing their foreheads, I whispered, “We’ll be back soon.”Luca’s voice was steady as he promised them, “Stay strong for us.”Once our farewells were over, we mounted our horses and began our journey. The first destination was the kingdom of the common villagers. It took
TWO DAYS LATERMy babies had grown faster than I thought possible. Their tiny hands, once clumsy, now confidently gripped mine as we walked down the corridor. Their steps were unsteady but determined, a testament to their rapidly developing skills. Though they were still small, their energy made them seem bigger.They looked up at me with wide, curious eyes, babbling in their adorable language. It was a mix of barely formed words and sounds only they could decipher. Each giggle, each stumble tugged at my heart. It was moments like these that made me wish I didn’t have to leave them behind.We reached Maximoff’s room, and I knocked softly. The door swung open, revealing him with his usual smirk plastered across his face. His relaxed posture and slightly raised brow told me he was already curious about my visit.“What brings you here, Cath?” he asked, his voice teasing. His gaze shifted to the two little ones clutching my legs. “And I see you’ve brought your little damsels, too.”The tw
I crumbled to my knees, clutching one of my babies to my chest. My voice trembled as I pleaded, my eyes fixed on Drake’s cold, unyielding face.“Drake, don’t do this! My child has nothing to do with this. Please, I beg you—spare its life. Don’t hurt my child!”Drake tilted his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Oh, so you care about your child now?” His voice was sharp, each word cutting deep. “But you didn’t think twice before taking someone else’s life.”Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head desperately. “Please, Drake. Spare my child’s life.” My arms tightened around the baby, as though I could shield it from his wrath with sheer willpower.From behind, Luca’s voice broke through the tension. “Drake, listen to me,” he said, his tone firm but calm. “This child has nothing to do with your feud. Don’t kill it.”Drake turned slightly, his smirk fading into something darker. “Oh, I won’t kill it, Luca,” he said with a sneer. “I just wanted to prove a point. You think you’r
I shook off the thought. Maybe Luca's just playing a silly prank on me.But the look in his eyes told me otherwise."Luca," I said, my voice trembling, "this is not a good time to play games with me. Please, tell me what you just said isn't true. Tell me Paige isn't dead. Tell me all of this is just a silly play.""I'm afraid I can't, Cath," Luca replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Everything I just said... it's true."The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My knees felt weak, and my breath hitched as I tried to process what I had just heard.I couldn’t hold myself anymore. Tears streamed down my face, hot and uncontrollable. I covered my face with my hands, trying to stifle the sobs, but they broke free anyway."This is all my fault," I whispered hoarsely. "I'm responsible." My voice cracked as I repeated the words like a mantra. "I’m responsible.""Hey, hey, hey," Luca said softly, walking toward me. "No, it's not
My screams echoed in the dimly lit room, bouncing off the walls like a haunting melody. I clutched my swollen stomach, writhing in agony. “Oh gosh, I think it’s coming! Priest!” I managed to shout, my voice raw and trembling. The priest stood beside me, his face pale but determined.“It’s okay, Cathrine,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re strong. You can do this.”The memory of Luca’s push flashed in my mind, his force sending me spiraling into labor. Now, the pain was unbearable, clawing at every fiber of my being. My body trembled as another wave of agony surged through me. “Ahh!” The sound ripped from my throat, raw and unrestrained.The priest knelt and checked beneath me, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he stood and met my desperate gaze. “The baby’s head is in place,” he announced firmly. “Cathrine, you need to push. Summon all the strength you have.”I nodded weakly. Strength? Where was I supposed to find that? Every part of me was begging for this torment to end. M
We had long arrived at our territory, and I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall. The silence around me was heavy, yet my mind roared with noise. Just then, the door creaked open, and Luca stepped into my room. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even spare him a glance.“Cath,” he called softly, his voice hesitant, almost pleading. I pretended not to hear him, keeping my gaze fixed on the same spot as though it would anchor my spiraling thoughts.I heard his footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing in the stillness as he approached. He stopped a few steps away. “Cath,” he said again, closer this time. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off, the contact feeling like a betrayal.“Don’t,” I said sharply, my voice cold. The word sliced through the silence like a blade.But Luca didn’t give up. He leaned in, his face too close, his intent unmistakable. He tried to kiss me. Anger flared in my chest, and I pushed him away with more force than I intended. “Can’t you see I’m