“What does that mean?” I stood up from my place and turned to face her.
She rolled her eyes at me. “I think it means what it means. I don’t have a wolf.”
“How? Why?” There were no right questions. Every werewolf has a wolf. Having sex with a human doesn’t make it disappear. And I knew that she had a wolf. My wolf recognised hers when she turned 18.
“Sora died protecting me. She took away all the pain of the rejection that was inflicted. One of us would perish given the amount of pain. She gave up herself.” She spoke.
Xavier wrapped his arm around her and she leaned in. It seemed like he knew about all of this and was okay with it. What k
Nervousness?Anxiousness?Scared?These didn’t even compare to what I was feeling inside. I was shit scared. Fucking shitting sacred.Xavier was trying his best to cheer me up. He and Aurora dressed in cute bear costumes, acting so adorable that I was teary eyed. Xavier complained that he was trying to make me happy but it misfired. I did tell him those were happy tears but he didn’t believe me. What was I scared of?Everything.I knew that I said that I was interested in anything, but that was not true. I knew that the moment I was declared as the Luna, there was no going back. I would do my best to fulfill the role of a Luna. I may not rule beside him from the same throne, but I would definitely have to interact with him. “What is that that bothers you?” Xavier held my hand, stopping me from pulling out all the strings in the pillowcase.“Everything.”“Tell me one by one.” He placed a pillow on his lap and pulled it closer to his chest. He was all ready to listen what I was about t
She lost consciousness. The moment her body began to fall back, and I quickly held her, lifting her up in my arms. Her neck was bleeding badly and it didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon. Shane moved from the couch and I placed her on the couch. Her hands fell limp to the side and I placed them on her stomach comfortably.The doctor was quick to take a look at her. He placed thick cotton pads on her neck, absorbing the blood and preventing the overflow. I grabbed her hand in mine while caressing her cheek with the other. Color began draining from her face. Lucas was behind me, hovering like an annoying bee, waiting to see what was happening.“I am going to stitch her up. It looks like she is losing too much blood.” I nodded, giving him my approval and turned around and glared at him.“What were you thinking?” I barked. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. The mark is supposed to be made that way. I am sorry.” His apology made no difference. If not, it made me even more angry at him.“Ca
I was falling, falling into an abyss. Before I could hit the bottom and die, someone caught my hand, yanking me upward with an effortless pull. The darkness around me shattered, replaced by blinding light. My feet hit solid ground, but I stumbled, disoriented.A garden? Maybe.The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, their petals swaying in a gentle breeze. The grass beneath me was so green it looked unreal, like the fresh crayon in a child's coloring set. Birds chirped overhead, their melodies weaving through the rustling leaves. Somewhere in the distance, the steady rush of a waterfall filled the air, its mist catching the golden sunlight. The entire world around me shimmered—like something out of a dream, or maybe a Korean mythology drama."You are finally here."The voice was soft yet commanding, carrying an ethereal hum, like the first note of a song yet to be sung.I turned, squinting against the sunlight, and my breath hitched.She floated above the ground, her long
The moment I woke up, I was pulled into a warm chest. Another tiny body was felt in between and I immediately recognised the scent. Xavier and Aurora. Tears slid down my cheeks when I saw him teary eyed. “I am fine.” I mumbled and connected our lips. We had to pull away before we could deepen our kiss because Aurora was not happy with us kissing. I squished her cheeks and peppered her face with kisses making her scream and laugh.“Thank god you are okay. I was so scared.” A tear made it’s way down his cheeks and I wiped it away with my thumb.“I am not leaving you at all. I am here. Forever.” It was our marriage vow. Before I could add anything, the door swung open with a force that it shattered. Aurora’s shrill cry echoed in the air as a group of people walked in.Xavier stood up, standing in front of us defensively. I stood up from the couch, wobbling a bit to find my balance. Aurora was clutched to my chest, as I tried to calm her down.The energy in the room felt shifted. Those thr
The woman’s voice was almost gentle. “Those who seek to sacrifice you.” She turned to Xavier. “You are her mate.”“Yes I am. In the normal world, I am called a husband.” He sassed.She chuckled and walked to us. Xavier stepped in front of us and I hid myself and Aurora behind him. “I shall not harm you dear. I am here to help you.” She spoke. Her voice was still the same. Calm and gentle.“Let me help you.” Her eyes locked with mine and I shakily nodded. Xavier stepped aside, but stood by my side, ready to pounce. I glanced at Lucas who was looking at us with an unreadable expression. She stepped in front of me and placed her hand on Aurora’s head. Caressing her hair softly, she smiled at Aurora. Aurora’s cries completely died down. She looked at me and then at Xavier and then closed her eyes. Her palm was still on my daughter’s head.“She shall be a queen one day. Just like her mother, brave and strong. She shall inherit your fierceness and love.” She looked at Xavier when she spoke t
Everything around me was null. Nothing made sense anymore. What I thought was a normal case of being troubled by the Vampires and my repentance to protect the pack and be a better Alpha, turned out to be a part of a prophecy.A prophecy?No one has ever heard of something like that. We have only heard of tales and stories from our grandparents as kids, as they captured our attention with these stories.But today, after whatever happened, I don’t think I shall ever see them as stories.Elders never interfered with normal lives. They lived on their own. No one even knew where they lived. They could be summoned by some special people, but usually they never stuck their nose in anyone’s business at all.On top of everything, the irony was not lost on me. There was a time I rejected Ariana, now, even if she was willing to accept me, her body didn’t. Her fate didn't.I felt a sting in my chest thinking of the way she reacted to the mark and the way the mark sealed. Werewolves are proud of tw
After the shock that Xavier gave me for asking about his thoughts, both of us fell into an uncomfortable, awkward silence.What scared me even more was Aurora’s silence.I need to find out what is wrong with my baby.Her calm and composed nature irritated me to the core. Did they do something to her? I shall kill that woman if I find her again. I wanted to pinch my baby and see if she cried. Was that wrong of me as a mother? I don’t know.Xavier was not helping at all.The doorbell rang and I looked up to see if Xavier would answer the door. He did.Looked like someone from the pack had made a visit. They handed something to Xavier in a bag and left.“What is it?”“Some dress for you to wear tonight.” He handed me the bag.I peeked into it and found a white satin dress. Would it even fit me? And who selected it?I looked up to glance at Xavier to see if he was thinking about something like this, but he seemed lost.I just picked it up and headed to the bedroom, carrying Aurora on the w
She looked like a dream in her white dress. Perfect.It hugged her body, cascading from down her waist and flowing onto the floor.Would it have looked like this if we were about to be married?I could imagine her standing at the altar, her hands adorned with delicate gold jewelry, her hair woven into soft curls that framed her face. There would be no tension in her eyes, no burden of fate weighing on her shoulders. Only love—pure and untainted.I would have stood before her, heart racing, hands itching to claim her, knowing that in just a few moments, she would be mine in every way possible. No marks sealing against me. No prophecy dictating our lives. Just us. Just the way it was meant to be.Aurora would have been my pup.
The scent of blood was the first thing that hit me when I woke up.It wasn’t strong. Not overwhelming. But it was there — metallic, raw, a whisper of death floating on the morning breeze.I sat up immediately, every muscle in my body tensing. Saya stirred inside me, her hackles rising.Something was wrong.I threw on a jacket over my clothes, not bothering to tie my hair, and rushed out of my tent. The camp was buzzing, warriors moving swiftly, the air heavy with tension. Lucas spotted me from across the clearing and hurried over, his face grim.“What happened?” I demanded before he could even speak.“Attack,” he said shortly, eyes scanning the
The darkness around me wasn’t cold or terrifying. It was warm. Comforting. Like sinking into a pool of velvet night, weightless, endless. I floated there, unsure if I was sleeping or dreaming or perhaps… dying. But then a soft sound echoed—a howl, low and sorrowful, yet filled with fierce love. I turned toward it instinctively.From the shadows, a figure emerged. Familiar. So painfully familiar it made my chest ache. Saya.My wolf. My soul. But she was different now.Her fur was no longer the dusky brown I remembered. It was pure white, gleaming like snow under moonlight. Each hair shimmered faintly, as though carrying stardust within it. Her eyes were still the same—those beautiful, soulful golds—but t
The walls of the tent felt like they were closing in on me. Ryan whimpered in my arms, tiny fists waving helplessly as he searched for comfort I wasn’t sure I could give. I cradled him closer to my chest, trying to rock him back to sleep. His body was so small, so fragile it terrified me. Every breath he took was a small miracle, a tiny battle fought and won.I brushed a kiss to his forehead, breathing in the soft, sweet scent of him—milk, baby powder, and something uniquely his own. Outside, the camp buzzed with movement. I could hear the warriors sparring again, could hear the council arguing strategies in low, urgent voices. There was no time to rest. No time to feel. But I couldn’t switch it off.Tears pricked my eyes as I pressed my cheek against Ryan’s fine, dark hair. I was supposed to lead them. I was supposed to be strong.
The training field smelled of sweat, dust, and raw determination. I stood at the edge, arms folded loosely across my chest, watching as warriors clashed and fell, got up, and clashed again.The air was thick with grunts and the rhythmic clatter of bodies hitting the ground. Across the open ground, banners of other packs fluttered in the sharp breeze. Wolf packs I hadn’t seen in years—some who had once been enemies, some who had disappeared into the rogue lands—had come back. Answering our call for help.It should have made me feel stronger. Safer. But all I felt was this hollow, gnawing ache.Lucas was across the field, organizing sparring matches, his voice steady and commanding. His presence was a steady rock in t
The council chamber buzzed with a low, tense energy, the kind that seeped into your skin and made your heart pound faster even when you were sitting still. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the heavy oak table, fingers interlaced tightly. Ariana sat across from me, a thick folder of maps and reports open before her. Her face was calm, but her fingers trembled slightly as she turned a page.No one could blame her. We were planning a war.Around us, the council members—heads of the strongest families and allied packs—were murmuring, exchanging notes, pointing at strategic points on the giant map sprawled across the table.“We need to cut off their supply routes here,” Marcus said, jabbing his finger at a narrow valley south of the Darkpine Forest. “Otherwise, they’ll corner us.”“They’re vampires. They don’t need supplies. They just need blood,” snarled Liam, his voice rough. “They’ll feast on our people if we don’t stop them.”Ariana flinched slightly at that, and my heart twist
I could see the frozen expression on Ariana’s face, as Aurora called me ‘Dada’. I don’t think she was expecting this. Hell, even I wasn’t expecting this. And I don’t even know why she called me ‘Dada’ in the first place.Silence settled over the room after that one word escaped Aurora’s lips.Dada.The weight of it slammed into me harder than any blow I’d ever taken on the battlefield. And for a second—for a long, raw second—I didn’t know what to do.Ariana’s hand was still curled around mine, her fingers trembling slightly. I could feel her gaze on me, searching, waiting. Aurora, blissfully unaware of the way she had just cracked open an entirely new world between us, continued to cling
Do you ever wish to freeze some moments in life? Capture them in a box or pack them in a bag and always keep them with you?I was feeling like that today.In spite of everything that happened—Xavier’s betrayal, the deterioration of my health, the premature birth of Ryan, and the tension of the upcoming war—I was at peace. A rare, still kind of peace.It wasn’t the aching silence of emptiness I’d been carrying with me for so long. It wasn’t the cruel kind of quiet that comes after someone slams the door and never returns. No, this was a tender silence. A comforting one. It didn’t feel like a void anymore.I didn’t think I could ever fill that hole Xavier left behind. I used to believe that no matter how much I tried, no matt
Another irritating beep woke me up. I tried to shut it out and fall back asleep, but it continued to pierce through my head, making it impossible to ignore. I shifted slightly, wanting to find the source and end the noise, but as I attempted to sit up, a warm, firm hand on my right shoulder gently pushed me back down.“You need to rest,” a familiar masculine voice said, quiet and careful.My eyes squinted open, vision still hazy and blurry. “Why?” I mumbled groggily.“You just had surgery,” he replied softly. “You’re not allowed to exert yourself.”Surgery?It hit me like a crashing wave—surgery, the C-section, blood, panic...
I ran. My feet pounded the hospital floor, heart hammering in my chest, lungs burning with the ache of holding too much fear, too many thoughts.She had been fine just hours ago. Weak, yes. Tired, definitely. But not… not this. Not cut open on a surgical table, unconscious, drained, fragile. Not barely clinging to consciousness while her son—her son—fought for every breath of his first moments in a cold, clinical world.I turned the corner and slammed into the ICU doors, shoving them open, startling a nurse in blue scrubs. I didn’t apologize. Couldn’t."Where is he?" I asked, voice shaking despite my Alpha command. "Where is my son?"My son. Yes. Xavier might have been his true father, but I was his father. He was my son.