The stylist led Isla to a private dressing room within the spa, the atmosphere shifting from the bustling main area to a serene, intimate space. The walls were adorned with soft colors, and the lighting was dimmed to create a calming ambiance. Isla felt a sense of anticipation as the stylist closed the door behind them, ensuring their conversation would remain private.“Miss Luna,” the stylist began, her voice low and serious, “have you ever wondered why Mr. Liam Lockwood’s parents are never home?”Isla furrowed her brow, caught off guard by the question. “No, I haven’t,” she replied honestly. She had met Liam’s father, Maximilian, during her vacation on the island, but even then, he had promised not to reveal his whereabouts to Liam. Isla had kept that secret close to her heart, not wanting to burden Liam with worries about his family.The stylist took a deep breath, her expression grave. “Okay, the truth is… Liam’s mother, Angelina, is captive with one of the Lockwood pack’s rivals.
Isla nestled comfortably in Liam’s lap, the warmth of his body enveloping her like a soft blanket. They were in his room, a sanctuary filled with the scent of cedar and the faintest hint of cologne. The late afternoon sun streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow over everything. Liam’s fingers grazed her skin lightly, sending shivers of delight through her. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, but a thought nagged at her.“Liam,” she began, her voice soft but curious, “why don’t you invite your parents to the wedding?”At her question, Liam froze, his fingers pausing mid-graze. The lightness in the room shifted, and Isla could feel the tension radiating from him. He took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. “They’re probably somewhere doing something they refuse to tell me,” he replied, his voice low. “It’s been five years since I’ve seen them.”Isla’s heart sank at the pain in his voice. “Oh,” she said softly, unsure of how to respond. She had hoped to
Liam's intense gaze traveled up and down Isla's naked body, his eyes darkening with desire. She lay on the bed, her long, slender legs stretched out, her creamy skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillows, contrasting beautifully with the dark sheets.Isla's heart raced as she felt his eyes on her, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She longed for his touch, for the pleasure he could bring, but also felt a twinge of shyness at being so exposed.Liam said, “There is nothing more to this Isla, dear. Just touch yourself. Show me how much you want it.”His suggestion was both commanding and enticing, and Isla's insecurities began to melt away. She wanted to please him, to give him a show he wouldn't forget.With a slow, deliberate movement, Isla reached up and cupped her full breasts, her fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples. They hardened instantly under her touch, and she let out a soft moan, closin
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Lockwood mansion. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and intimate, filled with the remnants of passion and the soft sounds of their breathing. Isla lay nestled against Liam, her body still tingling from their recent lovemaking. It had been a ravishing experience, one that left her feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.As she shifted slightly, she felt a twinge of discomfort, a reminder of the intensity of their connection. Liam, ever perceptive, noticed her movement and immediately sat up, concern etched on his face. “Isla, are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with care.“I’m fine,” she replied, but the truth was that she felt a bit sore. The intensity of their lovemaking had left its mark, and she wasn’t sure how to express that without dampening the mood.Liam’s expression softened, and he reached for a small vial on the bedside table. “Here, drink this,” he said, pouring a shimmering liquid into a gla
The sun was shining brightly over the Lockwood mansion, casting a warm glow on the sprawling gardens that surrounded the estate. Isla stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the gentle breeze against her skin. She had been meaning to check on Miranda, and ask her a few questions about Liam's mother Angelina. As she wandered through the garden, she spotted Miranda kneeling on the ground, surrounded by an array of colorful plants and flowers. With a shovel in one hand and a spade in the other, Miranda was hard at work, her raven hair tied up in a messy bun that accentuated her porcelain skin, which glistened with a light sheen of sweat.Isla couldn’t help but chuckle as she approached. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Victoria’s Secret supermodel, getting her hands dirty in the garden! Shouldn’t you be on a runway somewhere?”Miranda looked up, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Oh, please! Gardening is my passion, Isla. Besides, you don't know how fun this
Miranda’s expression shifted, becoming more serious. “You know, your future mother-in-law, Angelina, was a very beautiful woman. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”Isla’s curiosity piqued. “Is it so?” she asked, intrigued by Miranda’s words.“Oh, absolutely,” Miranda said, her eyes lighting up with nostalgia. “If the world saw her now, they would stop simping for me and become her fans instead. She had this ethereal quality about her, like she was made of light.”Isla felt a pang of longing in her heart. “What was she like?” she asked, wanting to know more about the woman who had shaped Liam’s life.Miranda’s expression softened as she recalled memories. “She was not just beautiful; she was also incredibly caring. As a Luna Queen, she was devoted to all of us. We were lucky to have such a Luna, alongside the strong Alpha who was Maximilian Lockwood. It was such an era.”Isla listened intently, captivated by Miranda’s words. “What do you mean by ‘such an era’?” she asked, wanting to u
Isla lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Liam and the weight of the secrets she was carrying. She knew he was busy with his pack duties, and she couldn’t help but think that if he weren’t, he wouldn’t have let her get out of bed. The thought made her smile, imagining how he would have kept her there, wrapped in his arms, lost in each other’s warmth and passion. They could have spent the entire day and night together, exploring every inch of their connection. But duty called, and she was left with a rare moment of free time.With a determined sigh, Isla decided to take advantage of her day off. She needed to clear her mind and gather her thoughts, and there was no better place to do that than at her friend Maria’s house in New Jersey. Maria had always been a source of comfort and wisdom, and Isla felt that she could use her friend’s insight now more than ever.After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Isla hopped into her car and made the drive to M
Isla sat at the table, her heart racing as she watched Maria work diligently over the astrology chart. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere that felt both mystical and charged with anticipation. Time seemed to stretch as Isla waited, her mind swirling with thoughts of Angelina and the implications of what they might uncover.Ten minutes passed, and Isla felt a mix of anxiety and hope. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the brink of discovering something significant. Finally, Maria looked up from her calculations, her expression serious yet filled with a glimmer of excitement.“I think I’ve found something,” Maria said, her voice steady. “Angelina is definitely in captivity, but there’s more to it than that.”Isla leaned forward, her heart pounding. “What do you mean? What did you find?”Maria took a deep breath, her eyes focused on Isla. “Angelina is currently running a Jupiter time period, which is significant. Jupiter is
The dawn broke over the private island, illuminating a landscape transformed by battle. The pristine white sands were now marked with the evidence of war—scorched earth, scattered debris, and the lingering scent of mystic energy that hung in the air like an invisible fog. Pack members moved about with purpose, tending to the wounded, accounting for their numbers, and beginning the process of rebuilding what had been broken.Isla stood at the shoreline, her toes digging into the cool sand as she watched the waves wash away traces of blood. The sea seemed determined to cleanse the beach, to restore it to its former beauty. Nature healing itself—a fitting metaphor for what was happening among the pack."Twenty-seven wounded," Miranda reported, appearing at Isla's side. Her usual playful character was subdued, but there was a glint of relief in her eyes. "Eight critical, but they'll make it.""And the fallen?" Isla asked quietly, bracing herself for the answer.Miranda's expression tight
Liam was the first to transform back to human form, standing tall. The others followed suit, the transformation allowing them to handle the artifacts with greater precision."It's over, Darius," Liam said, his voice carrying the authority of generations of Alpha blood. "Your projections are failing. Your army is being decimated. And now we have the means to end your reign of terror once and for all."Isla stepped forward, her hand clutching the Moonstone Dagger. The transformation had left her feeling strangely invigorated rather than drained as it once had. Selena's presence within her was strong, unified with her own consciousness in a way that felt more complete than even before their separation.They moved with practiced precision, each knowing their role without needing instruction. Ken placed the Binding Stones in a circle around Darius, who found himself suddenly unable to step beyond their perimeter. Miranda held up the Verity Mirror, which shimmered with an inner light as it
"It's time," Isla said, clutching the artifacts close to her chest. Their weight seemed to increase with each passing moment, as if they recognized their impending purpose.Miranda nodded, her usually playful demeanor replaced by steely determination. "You sure you're ready for this? First transformation since..." She didn't need to finish the sentence."Since I lost her," Isla completed, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm more than ready."Ken and Taylor moved to flank the doorway, their senses heightened for any approaching danger. Ken's muscular frame tensed as he sniffed the air. "Their numbers are growing. Liam and Maximilian are holding the eastern perimeter, but they need those artifacts now."Isla closed her eyes, feeling the familiar yet long-forgotten sensation of her wolf stirring within. For years, that space had been empty—a hollow cavern where Selena had once resided. Now, the warmth of her presence flooded Isla's veins once more."Selena," she whispered, not as a s
Isla could feel the missing piece of her soul slowly sliding back into place, like a puzzle finding its perfect fit after years of searching.Her wolf was back. And nothing would ever be the same again.The moment Selena fully materialized, Isla felt a surge of emotions so intense it threatened to overwhelm her. Years of absence, of feeling incomplete, of living with a gaping spiritual wound - all of it dissolved in an instant. "Selena," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I missed you. I missed you so much. You didn't have to do that that day."The memories came flooding back - that fateful day when she was 17, battling rouge wolves in a fight that seemed impossible to survive. She had been severely injured, blood pooling around her, death's cold fingers already beginning to grip her. And then Selena had done the unthinkable.In that moment of near-death, Selena had used every ounce of her spiritual energy, every drop of her essence to keep Isla alive. "Live, Isla. Liv
Ken intruppted Isla and said, "Stay here! I'll deliver the artifacts."Of course! Like they would let Isla to get out of the protected Beach house suit. Ken took the artifacts and tied to get out of the suit's door, but all of a sudden, he came flying back, falling on the floor. The tension was thick in the air as Ken stood trapped, the magical barriers preventing him from leaving Isla's side. The artifacts he was meant to deliver to Liam in his hands. The magic that bound him was intricate and powerful, a web of protection that kept him tethered to Isla, rendering him immobile.Isla paced the room, her mind racing. She understood now that the key to their freedom, to ending the war, lay in awakening her wolf Selena. For years, Selena had been dormant, a spirit locked away since that fateful day when Isla was 17. The wolf's absence had been more than just a physical loss; it was a spiritual wound that had haunted her for years.Miranda watched her carefully, concern etched across h
The battle raged on the beach, a chaotic dance of supernatural violence that seemed to defy logic. Each time Liam or one of the Lockwood alphas appeared to defeat a version of Darius, another would materialize, laughing with that bone-chilling, omnipresent sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once."He's not just creating illusions," Liam's thoughts crashed into Isla's mind. "These are fully corporeal duplicates. Each can fight, each can bleed."Isla gripped the balcony edge, watching her mate and his parents fight with increasing desperation. The pack's initial advantage had evaporated, replaced by confusion and mounting exhaustion. Wolves that had been fierce and coordinated were now reactive, constantly shifting to defend against attacks that could come from any direction."We can't win like this," Isla muttered.Taylor and Miranda exchanged a look—the kind of silent communication that spoke of years of shared experience. "We need to find another way," Taylor sa
The first wave of Darius's forces crashed against the Lockwood pack's defenses like a storm surge. From her vantage point, Isla watched in awe as the beach transformed into a battlefield of supernatural fury.Liam moved like living lightning in his wolf form. His strawberry-blonde fur gleamed with an almost metallic sheen as he launched into the attack, a blur of speed and devastating power.Where other wolves might tear and rip, Liam struck with surgical precision—each movement calculated to maximum effect. Rivals fell before him like wheat before a scythe, his massive wolf form cutting through the enemy ranks with terrifying efficiency.*"This is why they call him the most powerful Alpha-to-be,"* Taylor murmured beside Isla, her voice a mixture of pride and reverence.Angelina fought with a completely different style. Where Liam was a thunderstorm, she was a silent predator. Her silver-blonde wolf moved with cat-like grace, almost dancing between opponents. Each strike was elegant,
Isla leaned against the railing again, her attention drawn back to the beach below where a transformation was taking place. Pack members had begun to shift, their human forms dissolving in ripples of magic as wolf forms emerged in their place. The sight still fascinated her—the fluid transition between shapes that seemed both impossible and entirely natural.Her breath caught as she spotted Liam in the front line, his wolf form magnificent and commanding. His fur gleamed strawberry blonde in the strengthening dawn light, thick and lustrous. Even in this form, she would have recognized him anywhere. Beside him padded Maximilian, his wolf a deep, rich red that seemed to burn like living flame against the pale sand. And completing the leadership triad was Angelina, her silver-blonde fur shimmering with an almost ethereal quality.The three of them stood as a united front, facing the eastern horizon where Darius's forces would soon appear. Behind them, arranged in precise formation, were
The first hints of dawn had begun to streak the eastern sky, painting wispy clouds in delicate shades of pink and gold. Isla stood at the open-air balcony of the beach house suite, her hands resting on the silver railing as she watched the hypnotic rhythm of waves washing against the shore. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, its surface glittering with the dying moonlight, deceptively peaceful despite the approaching conflict.From this elevated vantage point, she had a perfect view of the expansive beach below, where the Lockwood pack had assembled in battle formation. The suite itself was nestled into the cliffside overlooking the bay—the pack's most defensible structure on the island and the designated safe house for those who would not participate in the coming fight.The wind carried the scent of salt and tension up to her, along with fragments of commands being issued below. Isla's senses, already heightened from the mating ceremony, seemed even more acute this morning.