I stepped out of the bedroom, my feet quiet on the floor as I moved toward the living room. The house seemed too still, as though it was holding its breath.“Who’s there?” I called, my voice was firmer this time.Silence.I hesitated, my instincts warning me that something wasn’t right. But after a moment, I shook my head. Maybe it was just the wind rattling the windows.I returned to the bedroom, shaking off the tension. I’d finish getting ready and head over to the Luna’s house. Everything was fine.But when I entered the nursery to check on my son, my heart stopped.The cot was empty.“Leo?” I whispered, panic gripping me. My feet carried me closer to the cot, my hands fumbling to pull back the blankets as if he could somehow be hiding underneath.“Leo!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the house. I spun around, my eyes scanning the room. He wasn’t here.Frantic, I tore through the nursery, yanking open the closet and looking under the furniture. My breaths came in sharp, shallo
LyraI followed her instructions, though my heart was pounding in my chest. My mind was a whirlwind of fear and doubt, but I forced myself to think of my son. His tiny hands, his soft giggles, the way he looked at me with so much trust and love.At first, there was nothing but darkness, a suffocating void. I felt panic rising, but the healer’s voice steadied me. “Keep going. Don’t give up. Reach for him.”Then, like a spark in the dark, I felt something—a faint, trembling connection.“I can feel him. He’s woken up. He’s… he’s scared,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.“Good, Lyra. Stay with him. What else do you feel?”I concentrated harder, the connection growing stronger. Images began to form in my mind, a man holding Leo, his arms trembling as he carried my son.“He’s in the arms of a man,” I said, my voice rising. “Leo’s scared! He’s crying!”The room buzzed with energy, the guards exchanging determined looks.“Don’t worry Lyra,” the alpha told me. “We’ll get you son back
The man turned to fight me, his face twisted with desperation. “Stay back!” I told him, but he ignored me and drew a small, rusted blade from beneath his cloak.I smirked, his confidence unwavering. “You’re going to regret that.”I can easily take this piece of sh*t down at any monemnt. However I have to be conscious of the baby on my back. The fight was brutal but short. The man lunged with the knife, but I dodged easily, my training giving him the upper hand. I delivered a swift punch to the man’s gut, making him double over.“You think you can take a child from this pack and walk away?” I growled, landing another blow to the man’s jaw.The man swung the knife again, but I caught his wrist, twisting it until the blade clattered to the ground. With one final strike, I knocked him to the ground.As the man groaned, trying to crawl away, I heard the sound of boots pounding against the cobblestones. I turned to see a group of guards running toward him.“Over here!” Caleb shouted.The
LyraThe morning sun streamed through the windows, casting yellow light across the modest furniture of my home. I was arranging fresh flowers on the dining table when I heard the knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I wasn’t expecting anyone.I know there’s a guard at the door but after the kidnapping incident concerning Leo, I have been more careful. I set the vase down and asked Maria to go check who’s at the door while I went near the crib to stay close to Leo.My plan is to grab him and start running if it was an intruder at the door. Even though Jaxon and Calista have assured me that I am safe here, I can’t help the feeling that something can go wrong again.Maria came back to inform me that it is Beta Luke at the door and I heaved a sigh of relief. I went back to my seat and asked her to let him in.A moment later, the Beta walked in, his sharp features illuminated by the sunlight. He waved a hand to dismiss the guard who accompanied him, leaving the man stationed outsi
DamienThe winds howled like mournful spirits as i raced through the dense forest with my beta, Rowan, and a pack of skilled warriors at our side. I had heard reports of rogues breaching the northern borders, and I told Rowan to get a group of warriors and follow me.I would not allow such an affront to go unchallenged. My protective instincts burned like wildfire within me, urging me to act swiftly and decisively. The earlier I nip these attacks in the bud, the better. My plan going forward is to meet the rogues head on and kill every single one of them.By the time they suffer great losses in my hands they will stop bothering my pack. It seemed as they had a special fondness for my pack, I’m not sure other places get attacked this frequently. Anyway, I had revelares death for them all from now onwards. That was the focus of my discussion with Rowan two days ago and what we are going to do here today. Rowan had suggested that we try to find out why it seems that they are always atta
DamienThe dungeon was a cold, damp chamber beneath the packhouse, lit by a single flickering lantern. I stood outside the cell, my arms crossed, glaring at the rogue who had shifted back into his human form. The man was wiry, with scars running across his face and arms. He sat slumped against the wall, his breathing ragged but his eyes defiant.I signaled for the guard to open the cell and I went in with Rowan standing just outside. I glared at the man who was looking at me without any fear in his eyes.“Who sent you?” I demanded, my tone like the crack of a whip.The rogue just looked at me and chuckled, a low, grating sound that only stoked my anger. He didn’t answer my question. This infuriated me and I can’t use my alpha aura on him because he is not a member of my pack.“I said who sent you to attack my people?” “You think I’ll talk?” the rogue sneered. “You have no idea what’s coming.”“You’re going to tell me everything,” I said coldly, stepping closer. “Or I’ll make you wish
MarcusI couldn’t keep still. My legs carried me around my study in restless circles, the ornate carpet muffling my hurried steps. The large grandfather clock in the corner ticked away mercilessly, a constant reminder that time was running out. Three days, three whole fu*king days has passed.Yet I have not heard anything from the person I sent to Crewwood. I had sent that useless, son of a wh*re to do a simple job. A simple job. And not a single word from him since.The Sol Group meeting loomed over me like a dark cloud, set for tomorrow. I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest. Facing them without the little child in my possession wasn’t something I’d planned. But now I have to go along with them and pretend that all is well.Oh, that blasted son of mine! Any fool could have done this job effectively. What’s so difficult in picking up a baby, a little human being?“Damn!” I said as I hit a flower vase my wife had kept in a corner. It shattered to pieces. I looked at
LyraI arrived at the Luna's house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the hills. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, Calista's favorite, I thought, as I walked up the gravel driveway. This is because I perceive this scent more than others here.Luna Calista greeted me at the door, her arms open wide, and that familiar warmth of her presence made the tension in my chest ease for the first time all day. Her hair was still a wild cascade of dark curls, and her eyes, they always seemed to be full of mischief. But I have known Calista to be anything but calm and gentle."Lyra!" she said, pulling me into a tight hug. "Good to see you. How are you doing?”I smiled and hugged her back. "I am good. And you?" "I am doing great,Lyra." She stepped back, eyeing my son, Leo, who was in my arms looking around the room, his wide eyes full of curiosity.”And how is my little man?" I passed Leo to her and he didn’t even make a sound
I left his hand as soon as we got close to the doors. I wouldn’t want them to see me with my hands in his for now. When we are properly introduced, then I can hold his hand all I want. Luke seemed to agree as he just smiled at me. The moment Luke pushed the doors open, the room erupted into cheers.“Beta Luke!” one of the men shouted, his voice booming. Several others surged forward, clapping Luke on the back and shaking his hand. Their joy was palpable, and it warmed something deep inside me to see how much they respected him.“It’s good to see all of you,” Luke said, his voice carrying over the noise. He raised a hand to quiet them, and the room fell silent almost instantly. “I know there’s been a lot of confusion, but I want to assure you that everything is resolved. What happened was a misunderstanding, and it’s been handled.”The men exchanged glances, nodding in approval.“What about back home, Beta?” one of them asked. “Is everything secure there?”Luke smiled faintly. “I’ve he
“But I can assure them of his release, too. I can even take one of them back to the dungeon to prove it to them if that’s what it takes.”“I still think it's a bad idea, Lyra. The guests have started arriving,” he said, releasing my arm. Then he nodded towards the crowd outside. “I saw your father’s assistant as I was coming in just now.”“Oh. We wouldn’t want him seeing me now and trying something so soon.”“Exactly,” Rowan said, nodding his head as we were all on board with the plan.I sighed. “I think you are right. Find Luke and tell him his men need him.”“Sure, Luna,” he said, smiling.I decided to head inside my room, our room and start getting ready for the event. As Rowan said, the guests have started arriving, and the event will start soon. I need to dress up and also make sure that Leo is ready.I turned back and headed upstairs. I wonder what sort of clothing I should put on. I need something that would pass a message without being shouting or showy, something that would
I loved having him big and hot inside of my sopping wet hole. I love the feeling. I wanted to cum already, and I started to ride him faster and harder. I moaned his name out loud as I pointed towards my climax. His hands squeezed my nipples hard to bring me even more pleasure before sliding downwards to hold my hips.Damien started thrusting his hips up to meet me midway to bury his cock even deeper inside with each thrust. He was thrusting so fast and hard compared to my own previous thrusting rhythm. It felt so hot.“Does it feel good? You’re squeezing me so tightly down there,” Damien whispered in my ear while pounding his heat into me harder. I hope he is not trying to get into a rut. I’m not sure I want another pup just yet.“Yes,” I answered in a whisper. I wasn’t sure he heard me, so I nodded in response and hugged his neck as I bounced up and down on his cock. I moaned and kissed him hard, grinding my tongue against his as I ground my hips and pussy wall against his cock. My
Lyra’s PovI told Damien that I couldn’t stand by and watch an innocent man die. He simply nodded and brushed his thumb on my lips. That sent some electric jolts down my body. Is this man trying to seduce me here? Earlier on I listened to his thoughts about Luke and spoke about it.But I didn’t want him to suspect what I had done so I disconnected and stopped listening. I have to let him know of my new found powers before I can use it on him. That only seems fair. I only used it on Denise because she was wallowing in pity and I wanted to help her. I’m glad it ended well. But from now, I have to let people know and then ask for their permission before I get into their minds. I wouldn’t like to invade anyone’s privacy. That would seem like abuse of powers. I turned to look at Damien. This man is definitely trying to seduce. I don’t need to read his mind to know that. "And that’s why you’re perfect for this role,” he said. “You challenge me, Lyra, and that’s exactly what I need."Wow,
Luke’s povI took another step forward, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "Hello, Denise."Her breath hitched. "You are out of the dungeon.”“Is that a question or a statement?” I said, my voice low but steady.“I …I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she blurted.“Well, I’ll answer you anyway,” I said, taking another step closer. “I’m out of the dungeon, mate.”She gasped and looked up to meet my eyes.“You …you knew?”“Of course. From your scent, I already know. And I’m sure it's the same for you.”“Since…since when?” she asked.“Yesterday,” I answered, taking another step towards her. “Yesterday evening, when you came to greet your sister-in-law.”“But ..but..but..,” she stopped and took a deep breath. I guess she is trying to calm herself so she can stop stammering. “But you didn’t say anything yesterday. In fact you barely even looked at me,” she smirked. She looks so sexy doing that I want to kiss away that smirk from her face.“Well, I wasn’t sure what I was experiencing. I
Damien’s pov When Luke said he had to go, I left my seat and came round to shake his hand, thanking him for giving all this information. It's Been an enlightening discussion with him intimating me of all the happenings in the pack world where it concerns Axelland. I held his arm with my other hand while smiling at him as I wished him well. I gave my regards to Alpha Jaxon and his wife though since he said he is going back that day. I then led him to the door and smiled as he left and closed the door after him.I stood at the closed door and sighed. IIt'sbeen a tiring day and the day is not over yet. Luke seemed like a good man, someone I could become friends with. If only we didn’t start with this misunderstanding. I rolled my shoulders to lessen the tension there as I walked slowly back to a couch to sit down.“At least, he is out of the dungeon,” Lyra said to me as if she could read my mind. “I’m sure he will understand your actions and will forgive you.”I nodded, but there was s
“Yes, Lyra, I knew about him. I visited your mother some time ago. Remember, I told you about it. I had just learned that your father had a bastard son. So I paid your mother a visit to ask about him, among other things.”“You knew?” Lyra asked.I hope this doesn’t degenerate into a couples fight of ‘you knew and you didn’t tell me’ between them.“I also got to know recently, just days before you came back,” Damien clarified and Lyra was silent.“The main thing,” I cut in, “is that that boy in our dungeon may be his son. And possibly Lyra's half-brother. Since we have created a new relationship, Jaxon wants to release him to you so you can deal with him according to your own laws.”“It should be instant death for him. He tried to kidnap the heir of this pack," Damien said, and Lyra gasped.“Damien, he could be related to me. Besides he may not really know what he was doing. I feel my father threatened him into doing his bidding.”“But he kidnapped my son and tried to run away with him
Luke’s povThe guard led me away, and as I stepped into the pack house, I was welcomed with warmth and the comforting scent of home. The scent of fresh pine and burning wood filled the air, a stark contrast to the damp, musty dungeon cell.The packhouse wasn't a crumbling, gothic mansion; it was a sleek, modern house nestled amidst a grove of ancient oak trees. I noticed the trees when we arrived yesterday. The exterior was a blend of steel and glass, reflecting the moonlight like a thousand shattered mirrors. Inside, the minimalist aesthetic was punctuated by unexpected touches of the past. The guard took me through the hall. The main hall was a soaring space with a polished concrete floor and a wall-sized fireplace roaring to life. Animal skins – wolf, bear, and even the occasional cougar – were draped over sleek leather couches, adding a touch of primal elegance. A grand staircase, crafted from dark wood, led to the upper levels, where the bedrooms were spacious and luxurious, eac
Damien’s povThe door opened to reveal the back of the family chef. He is an old man in early fifties. He has served as a cook here for many years. I know because he was my parents' favorite cook. When they brought more Omegas to help him he focused on bakery and had excelled in that too. I had once asked him if he wants to retire but he would hear none of it.As usual, he didn’t come here empty-handed. He never comes to see me or my wife without bringing something edible. I looked at the tray on hhis hands he turned round for it not to hit the door. It was a tray containing different types of pastries on it."He's always bringing something," I chuckled, watching as Lyra adjusted herself and went back to her seat. "Hope he's not expecting us to sample every single one."Barth, the head chef in the packhouse, bustled in, a whirlwind of flour and apron strings. He kept the tray down on a table and bowed to us."Good day Alpha, Luna!" he boomed, his voice echoing slightly in the spaciou