FEDORA’S POVInstinctively, I reached out, yearning to touch him, but before I could, Lorcan regained control of the kiss, snapping me back to reality. His kiss was everything but gentle. It was bruising, it was brutal but at the same time, it was hot and out of this world.My hands, which had been reaching for Oscar, landed on Lorcan's face instead. At that moment, something shifted between us. Lorcan deepened the kiss making it difficult for me to even breathe, forcefully claiming me as his. The kiss lacked the warmth and tenderness that Oscar's gaze had evoked inside me, I longed for that warmth. This kiss held nothing but anger and resentment. It felt more like a punishment than an expression of desire. I resisted, my brain urging me to pull away but the mate bond tried convincing me otherwise, Hera however knew that something was wrong with his behaviour so I tried to resist, but he ignored my protests.Finally, with Hera's unexpected intervention, I found the strength to push Lo
FEDORA’S POVAs the tension between Lorcan and me reached its peak, an ominous sense of impending doom washed over me. It was as if the very essence of death loomed in the air, threatening to tear me apart. But rather than succumbing to fear like any normal person would, I steeled myself instead for the battle that seemed inevitable. I was prepared to fight him with every ounce of strength I possessed. I don’t know what gave him the impression that I won’t fight him for dominance, for respect and for equal treatment at every chance I get.His hard breathing and his flared nostrils were a sign that he was about to smack my and I also got ready for another fight but this time it is going to be physical. I may not last long in front of him but I am sure I’ll put up a hell of a fight.I was observing his body when all of a sudden something changed, his stance, his body language, even the rate of his breathing. It was surprising for me, that his rage subsided almost as quickly as it had ig
FEDORA’S POVHis words struck me with a mix of frustration and disbelief. Did he truly believe that a mere title or a mere promise visit to my pack would resolve the underlying issues between us? It was clear that Lorcan was oblivious to the emotional connection and mutual respect that should form the foundation of a true mate bond.My heart pounded in my chest as I retreated from the forest. The darkness and silence around me mirrored the turmoil within. I couldn't bear the thought of being trapped in a loveless union with Lorcan, unable to express my true desires and be with someone who cherished me for who I was.I know that he is strict, cruel and emotionless. But how disconnected he is from the basic emotions.Why is it so hard for him to understand that the title of Luna and shared power is not the real solution for us?As Lorcan walked away without even a single glance toward me, his footsteps heavy and desperate, I made a decision right then and there. I couldn't waste any mor
FEDORA’S POVThe evening was filled with a sense of unease as I made my way through the winding corridors of our pack house. I walked aimlessly through the almost empty halls, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. I had been heading for Caroline's room, hoping she could offer some advice, perhaps even comfort because she was the only person beside my brother who knew about my situation.But as I approached her door, I heard soft moans leaking through the wooden barrier. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what those sounds meant. Caroline was with my brother doing the deed. The thought sent a wave of embarrassment rushing over me. I shook my head, trying to dispel the vivid images flooding my mind."Why can't they act like civilized beings for once?" I muttered, my cheeks flaming. It's not even bedtime yet and it's not like I came here to meet her unannounced. Now that she is mated to my brother, I obviously texted her first before arriving here. I quickly shook off the discomfort,
FEDORA’S POVI burst through the doors of the pack house as I knew my parents were still here completing their duties as the former Luna and Alpha of the pack. But the entire hall was filled with chaos, and I stood in the center of the pack's gathering hall, surrounded by the buzz of excitement.My mother called me to show me this.I thought it was some kind of emergency. Or maybe the rogues attacked again...but i was certainly not expecting this.And what the hell is going on here?My eyes navigated the entire hall to find the kind face of my mother and I did find her with tears in her eyes.I stepped in her direction but when someone congratulated me for finding my mate and telling me that I am lucky to have him as my mate I realized what was going on.It had been several weeks since I heard from him and now receiving these extravagant gifts from him, each one a testament to his wealth and power as the Alpha. The room was filled with whispers of envy and admiration, but I couldn't h
THIRD PERSON POVThe atmosphere in the Gray Glory Group's headquarters was heavy with tension. Reagan was back from his visit and just delivered his future Luna’s special message for Lorcan and in response the Alpha, stood with clenched fists, his face red with anger. Fedora, his own mate, had just uttered the words that struck a nerve, and Beta, whose smug expression had fuelled Lorcan's rage, stood nearby, awaiting his fate. Reagan knew not to provoke his Alpha at this moment and he couldn’t help but wonder how his Alpha felt at the moment.Lorcan on the other hand initially thought that those gifts might change her mind and boy was he wrong?Never in his life he has met someone so spoiled and stubborn.Girls do like gifts right? And especially the rare and expensive one. Is there anything the maids missed while sending the gifts?Lorcan looked at Reagan’s smug face and wanted to take all of his anger out on him, Reagans’s victorious smile was mocking him.Reagan was enjoying riling
ALPHA LORCAN’S POVAs the icy water passed my parched throat, a strange taste settled in my mouth. The intense heat seemed to surround my body and my wolf growled in my mind demanding to be let out and I could feel myself losing control of my wolf side.I looked at Melantha and tried to ask what was wrong with me. But her sudden flirtatious gestures and provocative remarks took a sudden turn, revealing a side of her I hadn't expected."Come on, Lorcan," Melantha purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I bet I've got a figure that could satisfy you better in bed than that mountain bitch."My eyes widened in both shock and anger. Did she really just say that about my mate? The audacity of her words hit me like a slap to the face. I could feel the rage bubbling up inside me, threatening to consume my self-control.Before I could respond, I noticed a strange sensation coursing through my body. Everything started to feel hazy, as if I had been drugged. Panic surged within me as I reali
FEDORA’S POVMy instincts kicked in and my body tensed as i prepared for the potential threat. But as the wolf drew closer, I realized that it held an aura of power and nobility. There was something strangely familiar about it, as if destiny itself had sent this majestic creature to me.The wolf locked eyes with me, its gaze reflecting a mixture of wisdom and strength. In that moment, a spark of recognition ignited within me.Upon a closer look I realized who it was.Nearly at once, I recognized it was Lorcan’s wolf. But why was he here?I didn't get any notification about his visit and why did his eyes look so dangerous? Had he just fought?My heart raced as I observed his wolf’s intense gaze. There was something off about him, something that didn't align with our usual encounters. I cautiously approached him, my mind filled with questions. As I got closer, I noticed his dishevelled appearance—matted fur and dirt streaks covered his body.This is not the Alpha of the Gray pack, this
FEDORA’S POVMoving on from the pain and heartache had been a difficult journey, but it was one I embarked upon not because of weakness, but because of the belief that Lorcan was right. Our relationship hadn't started on a good note, and there were secrets and misunderstandings that needed to be addressed. It was time to give him the chance to express himself and make amends.Lorcan was undeniably headstrong and stubborn, but I had faith that this time, he would be more flexible. I had already witnessed a significant change in him during my pregnancy. The man who once never bowed to anyone now bent to tie my shoelaces, and he respected my boundaries, touching me only when I gave him permission to do so.It was a sign of his willingness to change, to adapt, and to become the partner and father our family needed. The transformation in him gave me hope for our future, a future built on trust, love, and understanding. The pain of the past was still there, but it was no longer the defining
LORCAN’S POVI didn't know what to say when I held the divorce papers in my hands. But one thing was certain—I couldn't run away from my sins any longer. I had hurt Fedora countless times, and she had forgiven me time and again. Forgiveness was something I didn't deserve, and now I had to face the consequences of my actions.Fedora's question lingered in the air, and I pondered over it. Were we really okay? No, we weren't. Nothing between us was normal, and it all began with my selfish needs. First, it was about my wolf, then my pack, and finally, my pack's future. Fedora had fulfilled those conditions admirably. My wolf was healed, my pack was in a much better state, and now she carried my pack's future within her womb.How could I let her go?I couldn't sit there any longer, contemplating. I stood up and walked back to my room, retrieving the contract that had bound us. Returning to where Fedora was, I knelt before her. Confusion and hurt were evident in her eyes as she gazed at me.
FEDORA’S POVAs I and the others returned to Gray Glory pack, the weight of revelations bore down upon me. The whole truth about the rift between me and Lorcan had finally come to light, and it was a revelation that left me reeling.Melantha, the source of so much pain and confusion, had manipulated the situation from the start. She had fabricated the entire scene that had driven a wedge between me and Lorcan. For her actions, she had been sent to the werewolf base, a place akin to rehab, where she could heal and hopefully come to terms with her delusions.One of her friends revealed that Melantha had lived in a world of fantasy, convincing herself that Lorcan's care was love and that they were destined to be together. Her obsession had driven her to desperate measures up to a point where she rejected her own mate, and she even drugged Lorcan in an attempt to weaken our mate bond. However, due to Lorcan's strength the drug didn’t effected him that much and he ran away instead in an at
FEDORA’S POVAs I and two warriors ventured towards the battered barn, the memories of the mysterious figure who had entered it earlier gnawed at the back of my mind. The barn, now mostly destroyed from the recent battle, stood before me, a symbol of uncertainty. The scent of blood grew stronger as we approached near the barn, and I exchanged worried glances with the warriors by my side. The dread within me intensified as I sensed movements from within but my wolf was calm, she showed no signs of stress and that put me at ease.Quickly, I activated the mind link, summoning our pack members. Their responses were swift, and they arrived just in time to witness the unfolding mystery.The stench of decayed blood filled the air, a chilling reminder of the horrors that had taken place. I couldn't deny the fear that crept into my heart, but I refused to let it weaken my resolve. Pregnancy didn't equate to weakness; I was determined to face whatever awaited inside.Lorcan's warning glance did
FEDORA’S POVThe tension in the air was palpable, thick like an invisible shroud that seemed to constrict around everyone in the entire battle field. Lorcan's eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now cold, searching for something that eluded him. It was evident that he wasn't looking for me; his gaze bore into the distance, and the fire of determination flickered within his irises.Despite the numerous wounds that marred his body, he moved with a grace that belied the pain. With a few determined strides, he reached me, his fingers closing around me wrists, holding me in place. There was an undeniable possessiveness in his grip, an unspoken promise that he wouldn't let me go. My first instinct was to pull away, to create distance, but there was something about his close proximity that soothed the wild turmoil within me and my wolf. So, I stayed, my eyes locked onto his, searching for answers.Lorcan's men trailed behind him, their expressions mixed with curiosity and urgency. They wer
FEDORA’S POVWalking out of that grim place, the reality of the situation weighed heavily on me. The others trailing behind us were mostly underage and hadn't yet developed their wolf. Their vulnerability gnawed at my heart, but Lorcan assured me they would be safe. Still, trust was an elusive concept, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt.It was true, though. I had to think of our child. My wolf was already bearing the burden of protecting us both, and I couldn't afford to let my emotions jeopardize that. I was acutely aware of her exhaustion.The night's silence enveloped us, thickening the air with tension. The stillness felt ominous, as if it were the calm before an impending storm. My heart raced with each passing second.As we continued, I sensed a presence, something familiar. I stopped Lorcan, urgently whispering for him to hide. We all took cover in the shadows, and then I saw him - Zero. My mind struggled to process the sight; how had he found us?When the path see
LORCAN’S POVDirt caked her face, loneliness clung to her like a second skin, and she sat there, battered and wounded. I approached her, the weight of my past neglect pressing on me like a leaden cloak. She had sensed my presence, but her gaze remained distant, unfocused. I couldn't blame her; I hadn't been there when she needed me most.Step by careful step, I drew nearer, all my senses alert to her every movement. My warriors and Alpha Adrian were ready, positioned to strike the rogues once we had Fedora and the others safely away. But right now, in this tense moment, it was just me and my mate."Fedora?" My voice was a mere whisper, filled with regret and longing. She finally turned her gaze toward me, her eyes empty, but at least they acknowledged my presence.Kneeling in front of her, I gently cupped her cheek. The dirt and grime smeared across her delicate features couldn't hide her beauty. Her hands were bound, and I quickly set to work untying them. The ropes had left angry, r
THIRD PERSON’S POVFedora's predicament grew increasingly dire as the rogues continued to hold her captive, and her fellow shelter members found themselves in an equally perilous situation. Tensions ran high as the rescuers, led by Lorcan and Adrian, prepared to make their move.Lorcan's heart raced with worry for his mate and unborn child, but he knew he needed to remain composed for their sake. The scent of Fedora's blood filled the air, a constant reminder of the urgency of their mission. Adrian, though struggling with his own emotions, reminded Lorcan to control himself, knowing that their erratic behavior could jeopardize the rescue operation.As they followed the scent trail, the duo encountered the unexpected: a well-organized rogue pack. It was a stark departure from the typical chaotic nature of rogues. The rogues patrolling their borders appeared disciplined, and the territory seemed orderly. They realized that these rogues were not the usual feral wolves.The rescue team de
LORCAN’S POVMy temper was on the brink of erupting, a volatile mixture of emotions swirling within me. The scent of Fedora's blood, amplified by the bond we shared and the knowledge of her carrying my child, was a maddening cocktail that sent my wolf into a frenzy. The primal instincts of protection and urgency were warring within me, threatening to overwhelm my control."Control yourself, Lorcan," Adrian's words cut through the tumultuous storm of my thoughts. Even in his own turmoil, he managed to hold a semblance of restraint that I found both admirable and infuriating. While Fedora was his sister, and his concern was palpable, I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such overwhelming emotions.The trail of Fedora's blood scent was a lifeline leading us through the dark labyrinth of uncertainty. It felt deliberate, a beacon she had left for us to follow—a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dire situation. I had already mobilized my pack, sending out a call to my warriors