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 POV"Fine, I'll talk to him about this matter," I replied to my beta, acknowledging the urgency of the situation. It was a reluctant decision, but if the pack was in danger, I couldn't ignore my responsibilities as its Luna, even if my personal feelings were in turmoil.I rearranged my schedule for the day, ensuring that any immediate cases or surgeries were properly addressed. As I left the hospital, my mind was already consumed by thoughts of the impending conversation with Lorcan. I knew that putting our differences aside temporarily was necessary for the pack's safety.Outside, I noticed my friend Susan and our beta engrossed in what seemed to be a secretive conversation. Their hushed tones and abrupt halt as they noticed me raised my suspicion. Susan's demeanor appeared troubled, and I couldn't help but worry about her."Hey, Susan, is everything alright?" I inquired, concern lacing my voice. Her abrupt departure only deepened my worry.Her response was hurried, indicati
FEDORA’S POVAs I pushed the door open, my heart was pounding with a mix of apprehension and anger. The sight that met my eyes was unexpected, to say the least. There, amidst a disarray of clothes strewn about the room, lay Lorcan – asleep and seemingly undisturbed. The relief that washed over me was palpable, yet it was short-lived as I took in the scene more closely.As I scanned the room, my gaze fell upon an unfamiliar undergarment on the floor, and a sense of unease settled in once again. However, my attention was abruptly diverted as someone else emerged from the bathroom – someone I hadn't anticipated seeing in this context."Melantha?" I whispered incredulously, shock and disbelief coursing through me. It was Lorcan's stepsister, a person whom I had interacted with on numerous occasions. The realization hit me like a tidal wave – Lorcan was involved with his own stepsister, a fact that seemed absurd and incomprehensible.Anger and revulsion surged within me as I processed the
FEDORA’S POVAs I walked away from the life I had known, the weight of my decision pressed heavily upon me. Melantha's words and the evidence before my eyes left no room for doubt – Lorcan's betrayal was real, and his motivations were driven solely by his pack's needs, not any genuine feelings for me.The world around me felt surreal as I stepped out of the pack's territory. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it a mixture of relief and sorrow. I had loved Lorcan, or at least the version of him I had created in my mind, and it hurt to acknowledge that it was all a lie.As I reached my friend's pack, I felt a mix of gratitude and sadness. The familiarity of the place, the warmth of her embrace, offered some solace amidst the chaos that had become my life. She was the one who understood me, who had seen my struggles and had stood by me even when I had chosen to marry Lorcan.In the quiet solitude of my old pack's territory, I sought solace and a chance to heal. The familia
FEDORA’S POV“I am divorcing Lorcan,” I declared, my voice steady and determined. We sat around the dinner table, a tense atmosphere hanging in the air. My unexpected visit had put my family on edge, and it was time to address the elephant in the room.The reactions were immediate. Shock registered on my brother's face, while my father's stern gaze bore into me with a mix of disapproval and curiosity. I wasn't one to sugarcoat things, and I couldn't allow this charade to continue any longer.“What?” Both my father and brother exclaimed, their voices overlapping in disbelief.“Yes, it's true. Lorcan and I are not meant to be together. Our mate bond was a mistake, and I've decided to end it,” I stated firmly, my resolve unwavering. Their stunned silence gave me the space to explain myself, and I seized the opportunity."Lorcan and I have never been compatible. I went along with the mate bond only because of the moon goddess's decision, but it's clear now that she made a mistake. This is
LORCAN’S POVI woke up with a dull ache in my head and an unsettling silence that seemed to hang heavily in the air. The emptiness around me felt wrong, as if something important was missing. Fedora had a habit of leaving quietly in the early morning, allowing me to rest a little longer. But this time, the quietness seemed different, and a sense of unease began to creep over me.Fedora's presence in my life had brought a new sense of purpose and ease. She had taken on responsibilities that had weighed me down and had improved the pack's dynamics in ways I couldn't have imagined. Since she had become a part of Gray Glory Pack, things had been running smoothly.Yet now, her side of the bed was empty, and the hushed atmosphere seemed to magnify her absence. Her scent still lingered in the air, mingling with something else I couldn't quite identify. Panic started to claw at the edges of my mind as I searched the rooms, hoping to find a clue about where she might be.The bathroom was empty
LORCAN’S POV“Don’t you think you should go there and bring Luna back if you want to protect the pack?” Reagan asked me after he was finally fed up with me.I was not ignoring my mate, neither I plan to stay here. I want to go there and bring her back, I received a call from Adrian few hours ago and he informed me that Fedora is staying with them for the time being, but his voice held disappointment. I was relieved that he informed me but I was also aggrieved with the fact that she left just like that without informing me or anyone else despite knowing that the rogues are planning something against us. Something must have happened that have pushed us so far that she left the pack but I can’t think of anything except what I did there in forest.But even if she wanted to leave then she would have a long time ago. After asking around I know nothing happened at the pack hospital, neither at the construction site which looked remarkable. Given the fact that there resources were stolen, the
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