THIRD PERSON POVFedora felt her life spiraling into chaos. As Lorcan's personal caregiver, her days were consumed by tending to his needs, and the nights were filled with passionate encounters that seemed to blur the boundaries of their relationship. Every corner of Lorcan's ward bore the remnants of their intimate encounters, a constant reminder of the tangled web they had woven.Initially, Fedora had accepted this arrangement out of a sense of indebtedness to Lorcan. She believed that by satisfying his desires, she was aiding in his recovery after all he got hurt while defending her pack. But as time passed, she couldn't ignore the growing unease within her. Her mind and body had become more submissive to him, and it troubled her deeply. She knew it wasn't a healthy sign and couldn't continue down this path.She can’t afford to fall in love with him. They were only together for three years and this constant need of being together and l*st for each other was not healthy. Eventually
FEDORA’S POVWhen I stepped back into the familiar walls of the hospital ward, a sense of anticipation filled my chest. I was thinking of all the ways to get out of this situation as soon as possible. But to my surprise, Lorcan was nowhere to be found. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I made my way through the bustling corridors.Had he been discharged without even a word of farewell? It didn't make sense.I have been taking care of him from past week, tending to his every kind of needs and yet he left without informing me.Did something happen in my absence?Numerous questions rose in my mind, but then I realized that this is what I wanted.My independence, my space, my freedom.Now I can finally focus on my work without any kind of interruption from him.I joined the nurses in general ward and worked there for the rest of the day. They all appreciated my help and I was happy to be finally back. But a nagging voice in my head kept torturing me, telling me that something bad was waiti
FEDORA’S POVI hoped to find a moment of respite amidst the chaos that had unfolded between Lorcan and me, I was already tired after my day at the hospital and whatever happened in the living room just now, only added to the mental pressure that I was feeling. I have been here for over a month and still he thinks that I would cheat on him, then he doesn’t deserve my trust or respect either.It was clear that it was either Melantha or another one of minions did that to fulfill only goddess knows what.But all I wanted to get over this drama and sleep peacefully. However, my attempt to distance myself from the situation only seemed to further ignite Lorcan's anger or at least that’s what it looked like.As I turned to leave, seeking a much-needed rest, Lorcan's frustration reached its boiling point, he appeared behind me and in a surprising display of strength, he lifted me onto his shoulder, his tone carrying a mix of playfulness and underlying anger.“You think you can runaway from me
THIRD PERSON’S POVAs the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow across the land, Fedora sat alone in her room, her heart heavy with the weight of the night's events. The disgraceful incident had left a rift between her and Lorcan, and now a cold war loomed between them. The once vibrant bond they shared had been tarnished, and neither of them seemed willing to break the silence that hung heavy in the air.She felt broken from inside with no standing by her side with whom she could share her misery.Flashes of last night keep appearing in her mind.The way Lorcan lost control and ripped her clothes off.No matter how much she resisted or pleaded to him, he didn’t listen. He only wanted her body.He tied her hands and drove inside her like a wild animal. He didn’t cared about her pain, her pleas or her tears didn’t bother him.At one point when she was in a vulnerable position, he turned her face towards and f*cked her from behind, making her realize that she was nothing but his
FEDORA’S POVMy mother immediately noticed my mood, her eyes filled with concern.“What’s wrong my dear? Why do you look so…so broken? Are you not happy with your mate?” The love in my mother’s voice broke me.I can’t deny that the Gray Glory Pack is my life now, and yet these days it felt as though no one gave a second thought to my feelings. Instead, they piled responsibilities onto me, reminding me relentlessly of my duties as Luna forgetting that I need a break too. The words ached in my throat, a desperate wish I dared to voice, "If only I didn't have to be someone's Luna, if only I could be a normal person…. I would rather stay home for the rest of my life. I hate this life mom, nothing about being with my mate is a blessing, it’s a curse. Why did you lied to me mom? You used to say that our mates are supposed to protect us, but you never told us that how to save ourselves if our mate is the real monster and the one we needed to save ourselves from."The words I have been holdin
FEDORA'S POVCaroline seemed to read my thoughts, her voice softening as she comforted me. "Dora, you don't need to doubt yourself. Your path is more challenging than ours, because I am aware how your relationship started and I know that you were not ready for this phase of your life. But no matter what role you play, you will always be our pride. I don’t believe that you’re selfish. In fact you have been the most selfless person I have ever known. You had to sacrifice your dream to protect this pack, you were an amazing warrior. I have seen you patrolling the borders alone at night, just so that everyone else can sleep peacefully. You agreed to attend this year’s hunt for your mother, you agreed to be Lorcan’s Luna because of your pack, knowing all too well what it will cost you. These are not the traits of a selfish person, these are the traits of an amazing Luna that I know you already are."Her words bolstered my spirits, steered my resolve towards carving my own path.In the afte
FEDORA’S POVAs I made my way back home, my mind was filled with thoughts, each one a delicate thread of hope and uncertainty. I longed to end the cold war that had been brewing between Lorcan and me, but I wasn't quite ready to melt the icy demeanour he had shown me.Upon arriving home, a glimmer of surprise flickered across my face as I noticed the maids bustling about, preparing a spread of midnight snacks. Lorcan had ordered them to do so, perhaps in anticipation of my hunger after a long visit. Grateful for the gesture, I inquired about Lorcan's whereabouts, to which the maids replied that he was in the garden.Curiosity piqued, I made my way towards the garden, hoping to see him and talk to him about that night, I can’t keep running away from him.However, as I approached, I witnessed a scene that caught me off guard.Lorcan stood there, lost in thought, and then a young boy suddenly rushed out and embraced him tightly. I watched in awe as Lorcan's face lit up with a warmth I ha
LORCAN'S POVFedora and I walked back to our bedroom in silence, the weight of the unknown hanging heavy in the air.She has been distant lately, barely talking or eating with me. Her smile would vanish whenever I am in her sight replaced with questions and different kind of hatred. I know I behaved rashly that night.She drives me crazy with her I don’t give a damn attitude. It’s like I am the only who’s trying to make things work.Concern etched across her face, she wrapped her arms around her as we entered the room. I could sense her worry, her desire to understand what had transpired.I knew she had more questions but I am not sure if I was ready to reveal the truth.I hesitated at first, unsure of how to articulate the heaviness in my heart.“I am sure you’re tired but now that Neio is not here, I want to know the truth Lorcan. I am trying to connect the dots, but I have no idea what to make of this situation.” She said as soon as I closed the doors.I sighed and looked away, not
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