Denera“Denera,”Bruno…I felt my once disoriented emotions and voice become monotone in an instant as I glared at him. "What are you doing here?" "I..uh.." he started, trailing off as he rubbed the back of his head. "I came to see you. Do you recognize me?""Of what importance is it to recognize you?" I retorted, my face turning into a frown. "It's my Luna ceremony, so I suppose you didn't have a choice, all Alphas were meant to be here," I stated, hoping the conversation would come to an end and he would leave."You..." he paused, "you look different. A good type of different.""Yes, we're no longer on our knees serving or begging you. Now you bow before us instead." Sevyn said with a scoff, and I could almost see her roll her eyes."What are you doing here?" I repeated my question sternly."I really did want to see you. I need to talk to you and it's important," he clasped his hands together, and he looked like he was about to cry, but I couldn't care less."Well, talk then," I sa
Denera“Leave and don’t let me ever set eyes on you again,” Rockan ordered and I felt my heart sink in an instant. My breathing quickened and my eyes shut close as I tried to hold back my tears. It felt like I was being rejected all over again, my whole body was going to fall apart, and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. “Yes, Alpha,” Bruno responded and a forced sigh left my mouth. I opened my eyes to see Bruno walking away from us and I couldn’t help a smile that grew at the corners of my lips. I was holding my breath, bracing for the fallout, but Rockan's words were not directed at me. I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears, and saw Bruno walking away. Relief flooded through me, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. But the reprieve was short-lived as I turned my gaze back to Rockan. His expression was one of obvious displeasure, his eyes narrowed and mouth set in a hard line. "You have an ex-mate?" The low rumble of his voice sent fresh shivers of fe
Denera“Also, as a gift for your new position as Luna. I’m giving you a blank cheque. Ask for anything and I will see to it that it is done.”The room felt heavy with the echoes of the celebration outside. The ceremony had not ended yet. Laughter and music filtered through the thick wooden door, but the sound seemed distant, almost otherworldly. The world outside felt like a different realm, separated from the emotions swirling within me.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that had been brewing since I laid eyes on them—Bruno and Freya. I never believed I would even set eyes on them so soon. Then Bruno had the audacity to approach me. Rockan cleared his throat, drawing me out of my thoughts, his presence a steadying force. The sight of him, with his imposing figure and that ever-present mask had always brought a strange mix of comfort and unease. He was my mate, my Alpha, but also a man of many secrets—secrets I hadn’t yet uncovered. But tonight, he had just offered the
DeneraI missed his touch so badly.His kiss deepened, his hand moving to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I responded in kind, my arms wrapping around him, holding on as if letting go would mean losing his touch forever. There was a desperation in our kiss, a need that had been building for so long, finally finding its release.When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other's as we tried to catch our breath. Rockan's hands were still on me, his touch grounding me, reminding me that this was real, that he was real."Denera," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I've been waiting for this moment, for the ceremony to be over, so I could finally hold you like this. But I also don't want to rush you. We have all the time in the world now."I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "I don't want to wait anymore. I've waited my whole life for something like this, for someone like you. And now that I have you... don't
Tyris“Lord Tyris, slow down,” Serena cried out. She was actually crying. I had her in my clutch for less than thirty minutes and I could already see tears dropping from her eyes. Pathetic. “Shut up!” I ordered, my hand meeting with her cheek and tapping it profusely. Grabbing her legs, I hung them on my shoulders, shoving my length even deeper inside her as she screamed out. I couldn’t even tell if she would actually survive or pass out but I knew I was enjoying her moans, screams, and cries. She came twice already and I still was not done with her. Heck, she wasn’t here to be pleased. She came here, voluntarily, to please me. I warned Serena often but she always came back here for more, so no matter how much she begged or cried out for me to stop, she knew I never listened until I was satisfied. Knowing this, she could have easily avoided me, to equally avoid my wrath on her in bed, but for some reason, Serena always came crawling back. “Maybe she has a pain kink?” Nile, my w
Denera I shuffled around the bed, every muscle in my body hurt but it was worth it and I would do it all over again. The sun had risen and I could hear birds once again chirping happily. A huge smile formed on my face and I turned on the bed again before opening my eyes. My expectations were cut short and my smile dropped a bit when I noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Rockan?I sighed, coming to the conclusion that even after the mating ceremony yesterday, he still didn’t sleep in the same room as me. “Good morning, little mate," Rockan's familiar voice called out, drawing my attention away from the empty space beside me on the bed.I quickly sat upright, clutching the bed sheets to cover my naked form as I turned to face him. A wide smile spread across my face at the sight of my mate, freshly emerging from the shower. His hair was still damp, water droplets glistening on his chiselled physique, and I felt a familiar warmth blossom within me."Good morning, Rockan," I
RockanA low growl erupted from me when I heard my grandmother from across the other side of the door. “Go away!” I demanded, hoping she obeyed. I pulled Denera back closer to me, needing to have her wrapped around me again. “Rockan,” she called out and I sighed, knowing she was going to protest now. “Shouldn’t this be our honey moon or something?” I frowned, face-palming myself. “It doesn’t apply to rulers of an entire kingdom!” Grandma yelled out, eavesdropping on our conversation. “Everyone could hear the both of you from the farthest pack last night!”I watched Denera’s eyes widen in embarrassment and I smirked down at her, remembering how loud her moans were last night. It felt good knowing I made her feel that way, and it felt better to know everyone else heard everything that went on. “Fine. Give us a moment,” I sighed out, pushing myself out of the bed to get myself a shirt. “Is anything serious happening today?” Denera asked and I shrugged. “I’m not sure for now. But I
Denera"Oh, my dear Denera! Look at this exquisite hand-stitched cradle!" Granny Yeneva exclaimed, her voice practically vibrating with excitement as she held aloft a tiny, intricately carved cradle. "It's made from the finest oak, imported from the heartwood of the Whispering Woods. Such craftsmanship! It's perfect for a little prince or princess."I smiled politely, trying to suppress a yawn. The sheer volume of baby-related gifts was starting to feel overwhelming. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the thoughtfulness, but the endless stream of tiny clothes, rattles, and bassinets was beginning to feel a bit repetitive."It's beautiful, Granny Yeneva," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I'm sure it will be well-loved."Granny Yeneva beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, I have no doubt about that, my dear. You and Rockan will make the most wonderful parents."I glanced at Rockan, who was seated beside me on the plush velvet cushions, his expression unreadable. He had bee
BrunoExcitement was an understatement for what I felt at the moment. My heart raced at the thought of setting eyes on Denera once again. The anticipation was almost overwhelming, and yet, it was tinged with frustration. I could hardly believe I was still stuck in this room, trapped in a whirlwind of fabric and chatter as the maids fussed over me.“Can you please hurry?” I snapped, glancing at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to mock me, ticking away the precious minutes I could be spending preparing to see her. The maids exchanged hurried glances, their nimble fingers working diligently as they laid out a selection of outfits before me. “Just a moment, my lord!” one of them called, her voice laced with urgency as she adjusted the collar of a crisp shirt. I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t understand why it takes so long! I need to be ready now!” The words spilled out, sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. My mind was eager to
Denera“Your Highness,” a voice called softly, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My brows furrowed in concern, but I chose to ignore the words, hoping to drift back into my dreams. A knock on the door followed, and I groaned, forcing myself to open my eyes. “Come in,” I muttered, my voice thick with sleep.The door creaked open, and Rachel hurried inside, flanked by two other maids. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of them. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice still heavy with drowsiness.“I can’t honestly believe you’re still in bed on a day like this,” Rachel said, her tone a mix of disbelief and urgency. She moved around the room with purpose, her hands gesturing for the other maids to follow her lead.“What do you mean by that?” I questioned, watching as they began to scurry around the room, arranging things I was yet to comprehend.Rachel turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “What are they doing?” I pointed at the other maids, who were now pulling back the curtains, letting
DeneraHe was in my arms, and it felt both surreal and grounding. This was the first time I had seen Rockan so vulnerable—raw and exposed, stripped of the mask he usually wore to shield himself from the world. The sight of him like this stirred a mix of emotions within me, and my dislike for Tyris deepened. How could he force Rockan to reveal himself in such a painful way? It felt cruel, a betrayal of the trust Rockan had placed in those closest to him.But right now, I was grateful he was here, in my embrace. For the first time, it felt like I was the one keeping him safe, the one who could shield him from the harsh realities that had shaped his life. “It’s okay,” I whispered softly, hoping my voice would be a soothing balm in the tense silence.As I looked at him, the scar that brutally marred his face caught my attention. It was a stark reminder of the things he went through, both physically and emotionally. Anyone with such a mark would typically be forced to wear a mask, hidin
Rockan“Leave,” Tyris left, making the tension even worse. She hated me. Her gaze fell to the ground, and I could see the conflict churning in her heart. “I didn’t mean to—” she began, but her voice faltered, leaving the words unspoken. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a wave of despair crashing over me. This wasn’t how I had envisioned this moment. I had wanted to show her my true self, to share my burdens and my past, but now I feared I had only pushed her away.“Do you… do you regret it?” I asked, my voice breaking as the question hung heavy in the air. The vulnerability I had sought to embrace now felt like a curse, leaving me exposed and raw.Denera lifted her gaze, and I could see the struggle in her expression, the way her heart fought against the fear. “No,” she finally said, her voice shaking. “I knew but I didn’t want it to be like this. This tension.”I nodded, my heart aching with the weight of her words. “I understand,” I whispered, feeling the gulf betwe
Rockan “How in the world do you fall in love with someone you haven’t even seen?!” Tyris yelled, his voice piercing through the quiet of the corridor.“Tyris!” I snapped, stepping out from the shadows where I had been hiding, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disbelief.“Great, speak of the devil,” he shot back, rolling his eyes as if my presence was nothing more than a nuisance.“What do you think you’re doing?” I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. The tension crackled in the air between us, thick and suffocating. Instead of backing down, he merely scoffed, his arrogance pushing me closer to the edge.“I’m trying to open her eyes to what she doesn’t see and understand,” he retorted, his tone condescending. “I know you, brother, better than anyone else. Let this girl go. Drop the stupid ego of yours.”His words ignited a fire within me, fueling my anger. “I thought you came back with a change of heart. What in the world are you talking about now?” I frowned, strug
RockanHours had passed, and I found myself once again drowning in paperwork that demanded my immediate attention. The desk was cluttered with files, each stamped with the weight of responsibility and pressing urgency. Every pack, every territorial dispute, each one requiring my approval before a conclusion could be reached. The sheer volume felt suffocating, a mountain of bureaucracy that threatened to overwhelm me.I rubbed my eyes, fatigue creeping in like a slow tide. Each page was a reminder of the burdens I carried, and the stress began to knot in my stomach. I leaned back in my chair, glancing at the stack of documents that seemed to multiply with every passing hour. The ink blurred before my eyes, and I could feel the tension pooling in my shoulders, a tight band that constricted with every moment spent poring over the files.Another dispute over hunting grounds. Another request for more territory. A pack claiming grievances over boundary violations. I sighed, flipping throu
Denera “Did you miss me that much?” Tyris smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. A part of me was glad to see him back home, but something about his presence right now did not settle well with me. I could see the unease mirrored in Rockan’s expression, his brow furrowed as he studied his brother.“What are you doing here, in our room?” Rockan asked, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension. I hoped he wouldn’t choose this moment to be mischievous; we had enough on our plates without adding sibling drama.Tyris shrugged nonchalantly, strolling back and forth in our small space, his movements almost too relaxed for the gravity of the situation. “You know, Rockan, I looked up to you as my older brother,” he said, his tone mocking. “I thought you’d have a bit more sense of responsibility than to take what’s mine.”It was too early upon our arrival to have any form of argument with him. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me, wishing he would just take his lea
Denera“Over there!” I heard a man yell, and my heart plummeted.“Mum,” I whispered out in desperation, hoping she’d come back to me. I clutched my legs tighter around my waist, hoping this nightmare would end, wishing we could go back to the peaceful drive, the laughter, and the warmth of my family. But then, everything froze when I heard my mother cry out. “Rosa, please, no!”…..My eyes snapped open, gasping awake as I blinked profusely, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to me like a thick fog. We were still in the car, with Rockan quietly staring ahead, the tension in the air palpable.“Are you good?” he questioned, not bothering to turn to look at me.“Yeah,” I replied with a nod, though I lied. I wasn’t good—not at all.The dream was a stark reminder of the darkness in my life, the shadows cast by Aunt Rosa and her husband, Austin. They had twisted my reality into something unrecognisable, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. I felt the familiar anger ris
Denera“Do you have to go?” Luna Danielle questioned, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and warmth. “You can stay a little longer and learn more.”I smiled at her, appreciating her kindness. “I will visit very often. But you know we have things to settle,” I admitted, my thoughts drifting to the responsibilities waiting for us back home.Rockan was way ahead of me, ensuring our luggage was packed and ready to go. His broad shoulders moved with purpose, and I could see the determination etched on his face. But as I watched him, a frown appeared on my forehead when I realized we were missing something.“Wait!” I heard from afar, making Luna Danielle and I turn toward the sound. A sigh escaped my mouth when I realized that the one thing I was missing was her—Adrianna.She was running toward us, her long hair flowing behind her, holding a brown bag in her hand. My stomach twisted at the thought of her being with us throughout the ride; the idea was almost too disgusting to be true.