FEDORA’S POVI walked out of the operating room, my heart still racing from the successful surgery. This is the first official surgery that I performed alone without any supervision. But With Lorcan's unwavering support, I had managed to navigate the complexities of the procedure and earned the recognition of everyone present at that moment. The feeling of accomplishment surged through me, knowing that I had made a difference in someone's life.The patient’s family was embarrassed at their behaviour and apologized for being rude. But I couldn’t really hold that against them. They were obviously scared and only wanted an expert to deal their son.I informed them about patient’s condition and the after care that he may need for the quick recovery.About that I was not worried, the most important part was to pull out the stuck piece of wood from his body, since werewolves have the ability to heal fast, his wolf will help him with his recovery.Before calling it a night I decided to check
FEDORA’S POV“Dr. Severon, is there anything I can help you with?” I questioned innocently, while my heart said that something was suspicious about this situation. But since he was a senior I couldn’t directly question him.That would be disrespectful and maybe he had a good reason for being here.“Um…hi Fedora. Actually I am looking for a patient’s file. I thought that maybe I left it here. Or maybe one of the nurses left it here. I hope you don’t mind me sitting at your chair. I heard your busy with a surgery and I urgently needed that file. I am sorry.” He explained in a hurry and stood up from his place.“So where is the file?” I questioned when I noticed his empty hands.“Oh…it’s not here. Maybe I forgot it somewhere else. Once again I am really sorry for entering without your permission. This isn’t my nature, but I was in a hurry and I had no other option.” Je was sweating profusely and he clenched unclenched his hands as if he was refraining from doing something.His behaviour
FEDORA’S POVDays passed, and life seemed to regain a sense of normalcy, things were still hectic but much better than before. Lorcan was being supportive with my work and that was a huge change for me. He didn't push me to work alongside him even though he was under huge pressure from the council and other packs.But that didn't mean that I wasn't there to support him. I made sure that he received his lunch and dinner on time. And I made sure that his warriors received the same treatment.However, my duties as a werewolf doctor also called me to the border area most of the time due to increased rogue’s activity around the pack, many warriors were found injured at the borders, few of them on the verge of death while others begging for death.It was during one of those visits that I found myself in a perilous situation, attacked by a group of rogue werewolves, it was easy for me to shift and attack all of them, but revealing my wolf meant attracting attention of my staff so I played th
THIRD PERSON’S POVMelantha was sure that there was something different about Fedora when she returned from her visit, she was continuously rubbing her arms and looking all around her as if she was caught red handed while doing something forbidden. She was sure that she caught a whiff of a different scent on her, more specifically a male scent, her mind quickly jumping to conclusions. Her suspicion led her to believe that Fedora had been cheating on Lorcan, with someone else. The thought infuriated Melantha, fueling her anger and resentment towards her.She never liked Fedora for obvious reasons, but after catching her red handed she was sure that Fedora isn’t worthy of being a Luna.Melantha hated these kind of women.But this was also the opportunity that she didn't want to miss, this was her chance to expose Fedora in front of everyone.Just as Melantha's accusations were about to spill out a heavy voice stopped her.“Fedora!” They both turned to the source of the voice.Lorcan arr
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe next morning, as the sun gently kissed their faces, Fedora woke up in Lorcan's arms. She gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by the tenderness she saw reflected in them. The weight of their shared journey was palpable, and they knew they needed each other now more than ever.“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked in a sleepy voice, their naked bodies tangled with each other.“Like what?” Lorcan questioned.“Like you are looking at me for the first time.” She said and tried to move away from his arms.“I am looking at you for the first time,” he shrugged.“What?” Fedora questioned.“Yeah, I mean the way your mouth was open while you were asleep. I am seeing you like this for the first time. I didn’t realize before but do you know that you snore and it was so loud that I woke up.” Lorcan said, his voice light as if he didn’t want to disturb the serenity of this moment between them.“What? No! You’re lying. I don’t snore. I never snore and neither do I sleep
THIRD PERSON’S POVAs they prepared for the day, the couple made their way to visit Neio, who would undergo surgery the following day. The weight of the situation settled heavily on Fedora's shoulders. The success rate of the surgery was a mere 50%, making every moment they spent with Neio all the more precious.Entering his room, Fedora and Lorcan were amazed by the boy's bravery and positivity. Despite the looming uncertainty, Neio greeted them with a radiant smile, his eyes shining with hope. It was in that moment that Fedora felt an immense responsibility weighing on her. She realized the significance of their presence and the impact it could have on Neio’s morale.Fedora took a deep breath, gathering her strength and resolve. She approached his bedside, her eyes filled with empathy and compassion. She wished at that moment that everything goes well tomorrow."Hey, Neio," she spoke softly, her voice filled with warmth. "We're here for you, every step of the way. You're not alone."
FEDORA’S POVMy hands trembled as I desperately tried to fix the issue, but time slipped through my fingers like sand.The team around me noticed my distress, and a collective gasp filled the air. The atmosphere grew tense as their eyes darted between me and the incomplete stitching. I knew I had no time to explain, so I made a split-second decision.Dr. Ken, a skilled surgeon who had been observing the surgery, offered his help, his voice laced with concern. But I couldn't accept his assistance, not when I had a solution of my own. With a sense of urgency, I swiftly retrieved my spare tools that I keep for emergencies, it’s a habit I developed when I saw a similar case on T.V. and thankfully I learned to be prepared for emergencies and also to always keep a back up plan. I resumed the stitching, my hands moving with practiced precision.The surgery continued, and despite the hiccup, it proceeded without further complications. The relief in the room was tangible, but the tension linge
FEDORA’S POVI glanced at Neio, his young face serene in slumber. His face reminded me of those people and the reason I had chosen this path, the reason I had dedicated my life to saving others. Lorcan’s trust in me was unwavering, and I couldn't bear the thought of letting him down.The night was shrouded in darkness, and the air was heavy with an eerie silence. And I sat right next to Neio, my senses heightened, as if something was about to unfold. My eyes continuously navigated the entire room in every few minutes.And suddenly out of nowhere a peculiar scent enveloped me, captivating my senses and drawing my attention to the figure beside me. Neio seemed undisturbed, lost in a peaceful slumber.I clutched his hand tightly, sensing that something was about to happen. The scent made me dizzy and I recognized the scent of the herb and I stopped myself for breathing letting my wolf take charge for few moments as she was immune to such scents.Hera was also hyperalert. She knew what Ne
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