The tension in the room is palpable as I sit next to Cheryl, my mind racing. Seeing her so vulnerable and affected by her heat is both excruciating and eye-opening. My wolf is restless, its instinct to claim and protect her roaring beneath the surface. Every time I look at her, I feel a pang of desire mixed with an overwhelming need to comfort and support her.Cher’s presence is a mixture of warmth and need, and it’s both intoxicating and painful. I can feel my control slipping, the internal struggle between my human and wolf sides intensifying. It’s like being caught in a storm where every wave threatens to pull me under.“Hey,” I say softly, my voice almost a whisper. “How are you holding up?”She looks at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It’s been rough. But having you here helps a lot.”I nod, though my thoughts are far from calm. “I’m glad I can be here for you. I just wish there was more I could do.”The heat in the room seems to intensify as the night
The night air is electric with energy, the moon high and full in the sky as the Noctis ritual reaches its peak. The pack gathers around the bonfire, chanting and howling in unison, the rhythm of the drums matching the thundering beat of my heart.I see Luke come towards me and my smile falls as he pushes Donnie away and I realize the situation is serious as he calls out. “Mine.” For everyone to hear.His hand is warm and firm on my lower back, guiding me closer to the center of the circle. My skin tingles with anticipation, the heat inside me now a roaring fire. I can feel every gaze on us, the weight of the pack’s attention adding to the intensity of the moment.Luke steps forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “Cheryl,” he says, his voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of the moment. “Are you ready?”I nod, my throat too tight to speak. The desire in his eyes matches the heat within me, and I know this is the moment we’ve been build
The admission, the claiming it hadn’t gotten to us yet, all I could focus on was this heat I felt. Somehow I was like a fire his match had struck. There was a fire in my chest blazing bright, I want him, I need him. I feel the connection between us every time our lips meet. He is unable to stay away from mine even for a second. Drowning in a sea of kisses, I give into him. My mate…With my back up against a tree, he takes in every inch of me. Pausing to look at me as though he couldn’t believe it. I could hardly believe it either.Him.At last.I gasped as my back arches towards him. His lips capture my right nipple as he licks, sucks and bites.The sensation building, just behind the clearing. I could feel the charged power in the air. Noctis was in full swing, the moon shining bright above us as he used his finger to lift my chin. Capturing my neck with a kiss, his free fingers were enough to distract me from anything I could have on my mind.Expertly playing with the buds exposed
My breath comes out in pants, vision clearing up again. I’m convinced I almost passed out if not, did. Just now. Luke states down at me, his eyes still golden. His wolf had completely taken over as soon as we got here. He slips out of me, still very hard. Like everything we did just now had no effect in placating him. “Luke…” I whisper.His expression softens showing me he heard but that’s all the indication I get. He lifts me up to sit at the edge of the pool and just stares at me for a moment, as though deciding what to do next with me.Maybe he’s coming down from it and we’re leaving soon.“Luke—“ I start, but before I can complete my statement he pulls my legs to him tugging it up. A quick glance at me before he buries his face into me.“Oh fuck…” I whimper, my hand grabbing on to his hair. The sensations are too much for me to think straight. He grabs me from behind, tongue rolling against my hard bud, before diving straight into my arousal tongue stroking in and out.For a spl
I stand at the edge of the clearing, the cabin shrinking behind me as the weight of everything that has happened settles on my shoulders. The fresh scent of pine mingles with the cool morning air, but I can barely appreciate the beauty of the forest. My thoughts are too tangled, my emotions too raw.Luke is inside, probably still unpacking the supplies Callum brought. I should be in there with him, offering my help, my support, but I needed a moment to breathe. A moment to think.Or, more accurately, to feel the full brunt of my guilt.I press my hand against my chest, trying to ease the tightness that’s building there, but it’s no use. It’s like trying to stop a tidal wave with a bucket. The realization of what I’ve done—what I asked Luke to do all those years ago—crashes over me, relentless and unforgiving.I remember the day I asked him to keep our bond a secret. It had felt so necessary back then, so critical to keeping peace between the pack and my family. I was so scared of what
I sit on the worn couch in my parents’ living room, the soft hum of the ceiling fan doing little to ease the tension that clings to the air. My hands rest in my lap, fingers twisting together as I try to figure out what to say. I’ve been dreading this conversation since Luke and I returned, since everything came to a head. But it has to happen. It’s time to face the music, to own up to the choices I made and the consequences they’ve had.My mom sits across from me, her expression tight, her mouth set in that thin line she gets when she’s disappointed. My dad stands by the window, staring out at the backyard, his silence somehow more unnerving than anything else. The weight of their unspoken words presses down on me, and I feel like I’m suffocating under their quiet judgment.Finally, my mom speaks, her voice carefully measured, but I can hear the hurt beneath it. “Cheryl, do you have any idea what you’ve put us through? What have you put Luke through?”I wince at the raw edge in her t
The air is thick with anticipation as I stand outside my father’s cabin, Cheryl’s hand tightly clasped in mine. The sturdy wooden structure sits nestled among the tall pines, a place that’s always been a source of comfort and strength for me. But right now, it feels more like a battlefield.Dad’s the alpha of the Ravensong pack, and he’s never been one to mince words. I know he’ll have a lot to say about what happened, about how close I came to losing control, and about how Cheryl and I kept our bond hidden for so long. But more than anything, I’m nervous about how he’ll react to Cheryl. She’s human, and while the pack has accepted her, there’s a part of me that’s always worried about whether Dad would see her as strong enough to be by my side, especially after everything that’s happened.“Ready?” I ask, squeezing Cheryl’s hand for reassurance as much as to give it.She nods, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and nerves. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”Taking a deep breath, I
I sit on the porch of the packhouse, a mug of steaming tea cradled in my hands. The morning air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves from last night’s rain. It’s peaceful here, the kind of peace I didn’t realize I needed until I found it. Or maybe, until Luke brought me here.My thoughts drift to the whirlwind of the past few days. The claim. Luke. My parents. It all feels like a dream, and yet, I’m wide awake. Every emotion, every word exchanged, is still raw and fresh in my mind. I take a slow sip of my tea, letting the warmth seep into me, trying to steady my thoughts.The door creaks open behind me, and I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I can feel her presence even before she speaks.“Mind if I join you?” Raina’s voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if she’s unsure of her place at this moment. I glance over my shoulder, offering her a small smile. “Of course, I’d like that.”She steps out onto the porch, her own mug in hand, and settles into the
As we all moved to the reception area, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter. Raina and Callum were recounting their own milestones, and Cillian was engaged in a deep conversation with some of the pack members. The sense of unity and celebration was palpable, and it felt like the culmination of so many struggles and victories.I took Cheryl’s hand, pulling her gently aside from the crowd. “Can we talk for a moment?”She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Sure, what’s up?”We walked to a quieter corner of the airstrip, where the sound of the crowd was a distant murmur. I glanced around to ensure we had some privacy before turning back to her. “I just wanted to say how incredibly proud I am of you. This day, this achievement—everything you’ve worked for—it’s amazing.”Cheryl’s cheeks flushed with a pink hue. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I’ve worked so hard, and sometimes I wasn’t sure if it would all be worth it.”“It’s more than worth it,” I sai
We settled onto the couch, my head resting on Luke’s shoulder as he flipped through the channels. He landed on a cheesy action movie that promised endless explosions and improbable heroics. The sheer absurdity of it all was exactly what I needed to distract me from the tangled mess of emotions that had been swirling inside me.Luke grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, the sound of gunfire and dramatic music filling the room. “Prepare yourself,” he said with a grin. “This is about to get incredibly ridiculous.”I laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. “I’m ready. After today, I think I can handle just about anything, including whatever this movie throws at us.”He pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around me in a protective cocoon. “I’m not sure if I should warn you that there’s going to be some serious plot twists or just let you be surprised.”“Surprise me,” I said, snuggling in against him. “I could use a good laugh.”As the movie progressed, it quickly
The evening felt like the perfect reunion. My parents sat comfortably on the couch, their familiar presence filling the room with warmth and ease. The scent of Luke’s takeout still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed tea. My mother, Muna, looked more relaxed than she had in months, her dark hair tucked behind her ear as she chatted animatedly with Luke about the city. My father, Ray, though still recovering from the injury inflicted by the wolf hunters, was a quieter but solid presence, his health having visibly improved since the last time I saw him. The sight of him sitting there, looking healthy and at peace, made my heart feel full."You know, Cheryl," my dad began, breaking from his usual quiet demeanor, "there was a time I wasn't sure I'd get to see this—us sitting together like this. I owe a lot of that to you."His words hit me like a soft blow to the chest. I smiled, though there was a lump in my throat. "Dad, you don’t owe me anything. I was just doi
As I dig into the takeout, I catch Luke watching me with that soft, adoring expression that always makes my heart do a little flip. The food is good, and the company is better. After a long day of classes, this is exactly what I need—a quiet evening with Luke, no stress, no pressure, just… us.We settle into a comfortable silence as we eat, the clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the city outside filling the space. Luke’s arm rests on the back of the couch behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin. I lean back slightly, savoring the moment.“How was your day?” I ask, turning to look at him.He shrugs, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Busy, but not too bad. Had a few meetings this morning, checked in with Callum and Raina this afternoon. Things at the pack are going well.”“Good,” I say, genuinely relieved to hear that. The pack’s been through so much, and knowing that Callum and Raina are slowly finding their footing again makes me happy. They deserve it.Luke looks at me for a
The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the small kitchen of my apartment as I stand at the counter, staring at the half-empty bag of flour. Baking was never really my thing, but after everything that’s happened, I’ve been wanting to try new things—things that make me feel normal, grounded, and more connected to life. But trying to bake cookies without knowing what I’m doing feels like an absolute disaster in progress."Cheryl?" Luke’s deep voice carries from the living room.I hear his footsteps approaching, and I turn just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that smirk that makes my stomach flip every time. His black T-shirt clings to his chest in all the right ways, and even though I’ve spent more time with him than I can count, my heart still skips a beat."What’s going on here?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the mess I’ve made of the kitchen—flour on the counter, the floor, and somehow even on me. He grins wider when he sees a streak
The sun’s just beginning to rise over the horizon as I pull into the small parking lot outside Cheryl’s apartment. It’s a modest place on the outskirts of the city, not too far from her aviation college but far enough to give her some space from the chaos of the pack. I kill the engine and take a moment to sit back in the driver’s seat, letting the quiet hum of the city wake up around me.It’s been a strange few months since the war ended. We’ve all been healing, some of us faster than others. Cheryl’s been pouring herself into her studies, and I can’t say I blame her. I think we all needed something to focus on after everything that went down. As for me, I’ve been doing my best to juggle a new kind of life—a life that’s split between being the Alpha of our pack and being by Cheryl’s side.Shifting between the city and the pack’s territory hasn’t been easy. I never realized how complicated it could get, managing the responsibilities of leading the pack while also figuring out how to r
The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Luke’s embrace. His arms are warm and strong, holding me close as we stand on the porch of the pack house. The house itself is almost fully rebuilt now, the scaffolding mostly gone, the fresh wood standing proudly where the old had been torn away. It feels like a symbol of our own lives—patched together, but stronger than ever.I’m still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. I’m really doing this. I’m going to become a pilot, something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesn’t believe it’s possible. But Luke does. He’s believed in me all along.“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.“Better than I could’ve imagined,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. “I was so ner
The air is crisp as the early autumn wind sweeps through the trees, carrying with it the scent of wood smoke and damp earth. The pack house is finally taking shape again, the framework standing strong after weeks of intense work. There’s still a lot to do—windows to install, walls to paint, but it feels like progress, real progress. More than that, it feels like a reflection of where we all are. We’re all standing on firmer ground now, even if it still feels shaky sometimes.Luke’s been my rock through all of this, and it’s not lost on me how deeply we’ve both changed. Somewhere between the battles and rebuilding, we found each other in a way I never expected. Loving him has been the one steady thing when everything else was chaos. But as strong as my feelings for Luke are, there’s something else that’s been weighing on me, something I’ve been too scared to think about.I haven’t seen my parents since this whole nightmare started.When the conflict with the wolf hunters kicked into hi
Callum and Raina’s relationship is healing, too, though it’s a slower process. They’ve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callum’s still wary—still hurting—but I can see the way he looks at her, the way his walls are slowly coming down.Raina knows that Callum needs time. She knows she can’t undo what’s been done, can’t erase the mistakes she made when she got involved with the hunters. But the way she moves around him now, careful but committed, shows how much she’s trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but she’s always there—steady, like a rock in the middle of a river. I respect that about her, even after everything that happened.Callum, though still guarded, is beginning to soften. It’s in the small things—the way he’ll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when she’s near. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall he’s b