FEDORA’S POVThe first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred in the embrace of Lorcan's arms, a bittersweet reminder of the turmoil that had plagued our relationship. With a resigned sigh, I gently extricated myself from his hold, careful not to disturb his slumber.My heart felt heavy as I moved away, each step a silent proclamation of my determination to create space between us. The fight from the previous night lingered in the air like a stubborn cloud, a reminder of the fractures that had formed in the foundation of our bond.A quiet resolve settled within me as I got out of bed, my movements purposeful as I made my way to a separate room for a quick shower. The water cascaded over me, washing away the residue of yesterday's emotions, cleansing my spirit of the doubts and uncertainties that had taken root.Dressed and ready for the day, I paused for a moment to leave a note for Lorcan. My words were simple yet laden with a quiet s
FEDORA'S POVAmidst the canvas of a world in transition, I found solace in the company of Zero, his presence a reminder of the resilience that had taken root in even the most challenging of circumstances. As I prepared to depart for the meeting, a spark of inspiration ignited within me – an idea that held the potential to bring positive change to the lives of those who needed it most.With a sense of determination, I turned to Zero, his eyes reflecting a genuine concern that tugged at my heart. "Hey, I was just thinking about something," I began, a smile playing on my lips.His curiosity piqued, he inquired further, his words laced with a mix of caution and interest. "Is there a problem?"I shook my head, a reassuring gesture to alleviate any concerns he might have had. "No, not a problem. In fact, I have a proposition for you. We're in the process of building shelters for homeless kids, and I thought – if you're not too tied up here – you could lend us a hand."His expression shifted
LORCAN’S POVA surge of unease coursed through my veins, an unsettling feeling that tightened its grip as I observed Fedora engaged in animated conversation with a stranger. My steps were measured, calculated, as I approached the duo, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon me.The laughter that danced between them was a melody that fueled the flames of my rising suspicion. My mate, the woman who held a cherished place in my life now, was sharing moments with a rogue – a stranger whose intentions were shrouded in the fog of the unknown.My pulse quickened, each beat resonating with a sense of urgency as I attempted to discern the nature of their interaction. My mind raced, a whirlwind of questions and doubts that threatened to consume my thoughts. Why was she engaged in such camaraderie with a rogue? Had her absence, her recent behavior, been driven by a clandestine connection that had remained hidden from my perception?I concealed myself, an observer in the shadows, as I sought to u
FEDORA’S POVThe sun's gentle rays painted the world with a renewed sense of hope, and unexpectedly, the day unfolded with a grace I had not anticipated. Despite the lingering weight of the previous night's confrontation with Lorcan, a surprising tranquility settled over me, like a blanket of serenity that shielded me from the storm within.As I navigated through the hours, I found myself navigating through a sea of tasks and responsibilities with a sense of purpose that hadn't wavered especially after last night. The looming darkness of doubt that had cast its shadow over my thoughts seemed to retreat, replaced by a newfound clarity that lent strength to my resolve.Strangely, my wolf remained subdued, her usual insistent and needy voice replaced by a calm understanding that mirrored my own. It was as if she, too, recognized the futility of engaging in a battle that would only escalate the turmoil within us. The growing life within me, a testament to our connection, became a focal po
FEDORA’S POVThe air crackled with tension as I swiftly signalled Zero to flee, his retreating figure a bittersweet relief amidst the chaos. With every step he took, my heart clenched with a mixture of worry and gratitude – worry for his safety and gratitude for his swift compliance. I couldn't afford to let him become entangled in the tempest that was brewing between Lorcan and me.In an act of desperate defiance, I sank my teeth into Lorcan's hand, the pain serving as a temporary distraction that allowed Zero to slip away. The mixture of my anger and my wolf's fierce resolve surged through me, lending strength to my actions. Lorcan's grip faltered as a sharp cry of pain escaped him, his hand released from my bruising hold.But as I stepped away, the storm of Lorcan's fury raged anew. His accusing words pierced the air, the weight of his anger a palpable force that left me feeling trapped and vulnerable. My actions, a desperate attempt to protect Zero and diffuse the situation, were
FEDORA’S POVA storm was brewing in my heart. Feeling humiliated, I left the place leaving behind the traces of what just transpired between us.He forced me, once again.He used me, once again.He broke all my rules and his promises, once again.But I am not going repeat what I did last time. I am not going to ignore nor forgive him for what he did.My wolf was weak after what just happened, she was trying to protect our unborn kid while Lorcan was r*ping me once again. She was tired and so was I.The echoes of Lorcan's words continued to reverberate in my mind, a painful reminder of the shattered trust and fractured bond that had once connected us. His actions had revealed a darkness within him that I had been blind to for far too long. The man I had believed to be my mate, my partner, had unveiled his true nature – ruthless, heartless, and capable of cruelty beyond measure.As I walked away from him, a mixture of anger, hurt, and determination surged through my veins. He had shown
LORCAN’S POVAs the pressure mounted and the threat of the rogues grew stronger, I found myself slumped in my chair, my head heavy with the weight of worry. The neighboring packs had already fallen victim to these rogue attacks, and it seemed like a matter of time before they turned their attention to our pack. Their motives remained unclear, their actions seemingly purposeless.The rogues didn't come to kill, that was certain. Instead, they targeted pack members and valuable resources, leaving chaos and confusion in their wake. I knew the horrors they inflicted on other packs – using gases to incapacitate patrol guards, invading homes, and taking pack members without leaving behind any ransom demands. It was a strategy that left everyone bewildered and searching for answers.As the Alpha of our pack, I had to take immediate action. I called back warriors from neighboring packs, hoping to bolster our defenses and prepare for whatever onslaught the rogues had in store. Every moment cou
FEDORA’S POVAfter completing another surgery, exhaustion settled deep within me. The pregnancy, still in its early stages, was already taking a toll on my energy levels. The strained relationship between Lorcan and me only added to the weariness I felt. It was frustrating to realize that even though I was barely a month into this journey, I was already feeling worse each passing day. The emotional turmoil was wreaking havoc on my body, and I couldn't help but attribute my fatigue to the tension between us.Seeking a brief respite, I decided to take a break and grab some food. Being pregnant meant I needed to eat for two, but I didn't want to draw attention to my increased consumption. The secret of my pregnancy remained hidden, shared only with a select few who I knew I could trust not to reveal it prematurely. I was confident that they would keep my confidence until I was ready to disclose it.As I waited for the food to arrive, my stomach rumbled in hunger, and I anticipated the mu
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