"Our pack is under attack," his voice echoes through the mind-link. "Who dares come to my territory?" My mind is in a frenzy as I hold Lyra tightly to me, feeling a mix of protectiveness and anger.In a swift motion, I storm toward Tristan. "How dare you!" I shout, shock and fear evident on his face."How dare you attack my pack," I continue. "You didn't bring Lyra to me when I called you two days ago. And now you choose to attack my pack?" My anger burns hot.He looks at me with fear evident in his eyes, stammering, "I didn't do anything." I lock eyes with him, trying to decipher if he's telling the truth or not.But he had no hand in the attack. I grip my hair in anger, frustration boiling over."Let's go!" I roar to my men, my hand finding its place on Lyra's lower back. As I touch her, I sense a spark—a feeling I've missed deeply. These sparks bring emotions I wasn't ready to acknowledge.Lyra abruptly stops, and I feel a surge of concern. "What's happening?" I ask urgently. "I can
Lyra’s POVTo say that I'm not happy to see Kessler is an understatement. Sasha purrs in my head, wagging its tail in happiness when he pulls me into a hug. I can see the conflict in his eyes. He's begging with his eyes, thinking I won't rush to him. I allow all the walls I've built around me regarding what I feel for him to crumble.As I look into Kessler's eyes, I see sincerity and vulnerability, and I realize that despite everything, a part of me still cares deeply for him. So, I let go of my reservations and allow myself to be swept away by the moment.Yes, I do feel for him. Besides, he is my mate. Kessler can make any girl's heart race just by seeing him, and when he says hi, you can feel a surge of arousal. Tristan letting us go without a fight is unlike him. I have a feeling that my uncle has a hand in it; he has another, greater cause to gain more power for himself.The power-hungry nature of my Uncle Jack is unmatched; it makes me wonder at times if he didn't have a hand in
"What the fuck do you want?" I say calmly but with a tinge of anger. She does have the guts to come into my room after everything she has put me through.First, she pushed me into the pool. I bet she doesn't know I don't know how to swim, but the lengths she could go to hurt me were out of it.She steps closer to me, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "I know who you are, you pathetic excuse of a wolf, and I don't know why he chose to bring you back."I try to stay calm, but Sasha is growling in my head. Despite my efforts, she chooses to continue."Those times you were away were the best times of my life," she sneers, her voice dripping with venom. "I bet you know what I mean.”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, igniting a rage within me. Memories of the pain and loneliness I endured flood my mind, but I refuse to let her see how much her words affect me."I'm his chosen mate, fit to stand with him as his Luna," she continues, her voice dripping with scorn. "You ar
I forcefully wipe away the tears threatening to spill. I'm sure Kessler can hear the tiny heartbeat. I feel a mix of emotions—regret for lashing out at her in anger, and the feeling of my heart breaking all over again.Just when I thought I wanted to go against all odds and give Kessler and me a chance to break down the walls I've created around me.I struggle to make sense of it all. I glance at Kessler, his expression unreadable, With a shaky breath, I gather my resolve. I calmly turn to Kessler and Annie, and say, "Shut the door behind you, I need to take a nap." Kessler tries to move closer to me, but I raise my hand in the air, stopping him. There's a flicker of regret in his eyes as if he has many things he wants to say.But I already know what he has to say. "Can we talk about this?" he says, while I rehearse it in my head at the same time."Please leave," I say, pointing to the door.Kessler hesitates for a moment, I can see the words forming on his lips, the pleading look in
Kessler POVThe news about Annie's pregnancy hit me like a boulder. How could I be so reckless to have my way with her without protection?I kept pacing back and forth. Mum mustn't have heard of this. If she does, there is no going back as regards me taking Annie as my Luna.I clenched my fists, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. I needed to think, to find a solution before this situation spiraled out of control."I don't know how to feel if I should be happy that I will have an heir soon," Dolph whined in my head. "I wish it was Lyra."The thought made my heart tug. Just when I felt I should give Lyra and me a shot, this happened.I couldn't stand to see the hurt in her eyes. It was heartbreaking. I couldn't fathom how she would see me."I messed up, and I know I made this one mistake that was going to hurt me for the rest of my life." Seeking an outlet for my pent-up anger, I made my way to the gym. With each punch, I released a fraction of the frustration and se
I'm feeling tense after my time with Shawn. I need to act fast and tell Kessler about my uncle's agenda. I can't just sit quietly and watch everything burn to the ground because I chose to fold my hands and do nothing.My situation and Shawn's are alike. He has my mother, and he has Shawn's father. Despite still having doubts about my mum being held captive, contrary to what I saw at the park, her visit to me at Croftwood Pack sparked more suspicion.I learned that things turned upheaval after my father's death and that my uncle ruled with an iron fist. I wasn't there to witness it because I was sold to Alpha Tristan to pay off a debt. But being Kessler's mate has its advantages.I'm determined to use my mate card to uncover the truth about my father's death and my uncle's nefarious activities. I returned to my room, noticing Cara's absence. I knew she was in safe hands with Zach; he had been through a lot, and finding his mate was something he craved. Now that he had found her, I did
"That piqued my interest, Cassie," I say, glancing between Kessler and Zach.Zach has tight lips, looking at Kessler as if he's ready to reveal the information. There's a look of hurt in his eyes, and I feel a pang of worry."You know what? I'm sorry for asking," I apologize, sensing the tension in the room.Kessler's expression softens, and he exchanges a glance with Zach before turning his attention back to me. "Cassie was... she was my first mate." A wave of sympathy washes over me. "I'm so sorry, Kessler, but what does that have to do with my father's death?" I ask, trying to understand the connection between Cassie's tragedy and my own father's demise."It's so funny," I thought to myself, noting the irony of our current situation. We're both in a room having a civil conversation without tension and saying mean words to each other.Kessler looks at me, contemplating whether he should tell me or not. Finally, he forces himself to speak. "I killed your father," he admits, his voice
Kessler’s POV"I can't imagine seeing Lyra with someone else," Dolph growls in my head. "But she still loves him," rings like a mantra in my head. I can see the restraint in her voice when I asked if she still felt something for Shawn."Shit, how can I win her back, with what happened with Annie?”I need to find a way to prove to Lyra that I'm worthy of her trust and love, even in the face of my mistakes.I may not have all the answers now, but I'm determined to do whatever it takes to win her back and make things right.Zach's voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Kessler, how did you let that mistake happen?" he asks, his tone filled with disappointment. "You should know better. She doesn't deserve this. She's been through a lot."I feel a pang of guilt as Zach's words hit home. "Please don't make me feel worse than I already do," I respond, my voice heavy with regret. "I know this is a mistake I'll regret for the rest of my life." "I tried to avoid the matter concerning Lyra and sai
Julie’s POVFinding one mate should be a blessing, but I'm left heartbroken and shattered into pieces over Ryder.I have not been there emotionally ever since Ryder was injected. I doubt I'll recover from it.I can't stand looking into his face and knowing that I haven't gone to check on him ever since the incident happened.I wouldn't want to see the hurt and pain that he will be going through. It would break me even more.I know I can't keep avoiding Ryder forever. The guilt of not being there for him weighs heavily on my conscience, and I can't bear the thought of adding to his pain by staying away.I know something isn't right. Ryder isn't a member of this pack, which explains why I haven't come in contact with him even once.To top it all off, he is Xavier’s friend. My brother is a lot of things, and sometimes I doubt his loyalty to this pack because most times he speaks ill of Alpha Kessler.To be honest, Alpha Kessler has been nothing but good to me and my brother. He provided v
I'm startled. "For fuck's sake, I just had my bath, and you're engulfing me in a hug. I'm sorry to say it makes me feel dirty again," she says softly, gently moving her away from me.I look at Cara in shock, wondering what could be going through her mind to behave in such a manner. But her voice is somber as she asks, "Don't you like it here?"I stare at her in disbelief, wondering what she means by "don't you like it here.""Care to explain, ma'am?" I ask in a mocking tone.She stomps her feet like an erring child. "I'm not joking, Lyra. Don't you like it here?"Then it occurred to me that she thought I was serious when I said I would go back to Northville to continue what I started there. She truly believes I'm considering leaving."Please don't leave us again, your time away from us was hell, and Kessler might not admit it, but it was torture for him not to have you around."I swallow hard, feeling the weight of her words. I didn't want to go through that route, of feeding her the
She has this contemplative look like she's debating whether to tell me something or not. But trust me, I won't accept a no for an answer.And I have no intention of pressuring her. I move closer, gently squeezing her shoulder. She places her hand on mine, acknowledging my presence. Her gaze seems distant, and she fidgets with her nails, a sign of nervousness. Zach and I are great, but whenever I'm on my period, I notice he gets that look.It's like a switch flips, and suddenly, there's this tension in the air. I try to brush it off, but it's hard not to notice.She pauses as if trying to piece together her thoughts. I wonder if he always wears that expression as if he wishes I were pregnant instead of menstruating.Finally, I grasped the issue. But I must choose my words carefully, so as not to hurt her, because it's one thing to open up, and another for your heart to find solace from that vulnerability."So, you mean he expects you to be pregnant, and seeing you menstruating means yo
Lyra’s POVWatching Kessler walk out the door, I have mixed feelings about everything that has happened. I rest my hand on my chest, trying to still my racing heart. The scent of my arousal fills the room, and I blush, knowing he can suggest hot, steamy sex when he returns. He knows I want him, and the feeling is mutual. The thought of the kiss lingers in my mind as I drift off to sleep, clutching the pillow tightly.I have a rather nice sleep with thoughts of Kessler resting on my mind. His presence in my life helps take away the thought of Ryder trying to get rid of me. I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed yet apprehensive. The events of the previous night play in my mind like a movie reel. I know I have to confront my feelings about Kessler.Sunlight pierces through my room. The last time this happened, Kessler was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. With that thought in mind and a smile on my face, I make my way to the kitchen, hoping to see him there. I am disappointed when
Kessler’s POVI don't like it when Lyra stays mad at me. I didn't know she was going to take the role of godmother to Annie's baby. Given what Annie had done to her, I had my doubts. So, I followed her to her room to be sure she'd stop being mad at me. When she complains about her leg, all I want is to massage her legs and make her feel better.Her moan makes my member twitch in my trousers; I can sense she wants me. There's no doubt I want her, but I want my time with Lyra to be special again. Dang, I can't think straight when I catch a whiff of her arousal. With hurried steps, she heads into the bathroom. I can tell she is embarrassed; she takes her time in there. But when she steps out in her towel, all I want is to take her right there and make her scream my name.She looks at me, surprised to see I’m still in the room. I need to take control of my emotions; I want her as much as she wants me. With a smirk, I walk closer to her, noticing her expectant gaze. I run my hand through he
When Kessler called me "Sunshine" and mentioned there was something else, my curiosity piqued. I could sense his uncertainty, but I leaned in, asking, "What is it?""I know she did many things to you that she wasn't proud of," he began. "She said it before she passed away—she couldn't look into your eyes and ask for forgiveness."I nodded slowly, trying to grasp the significance of Kessler's words and where he was leading this conversation."Annie wants us to be the godparents to her baby," Kessler said hurriedly, as if the words were burning on his tongue. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across my face. Playfully, I smacked him on the chest and teased, "Is that what was taking you forever to say?"Kessler chuckled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yes, I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.""Of course," I replied with sincerity. "We'll be great godparents. But you hurt my feelings, Kessler, for thinking that I would say no to being the godmoth
Kessler’s POV With hurried steps, we made our way to the pack hospital. I wonder what might have gone wrong for my attention to be needed at the hospital, but I was grateful that Lyra was right by my side. The thought of anything happening to Lyra filled me with dread as I remembered what had happened in her room. As we approached the hospital, my heart raced with worry. The memory of finding Lyra in distress in her room flashed through my mind. It's a relief that Lyra was able to control her powers without harming the baby. Ryder must have taken advantage of the situation, knowing we were all focused on Annie's well-being. I wondered if there was a connection between Ryder's actions and Annie's condition. Regardless, I made a mental note to investigate the matter swiftly. The safety and security of our pack were important and we needed to uncover the truth to protect everyone. Many serious issues have happened within my pack, and I can no longer afford to overlook them. We arr
Kessler holds me close as if I mean the world to him. His scent is comforting. "Please, get me water," I tell him as he stands up, goes to the kitchen, and brings back a bottle of water. I sit up and look at Ryder, realizing he is almost lifeless on the floor. I guess it's the impact of the syringe he brought to inject me. I rushed to Ryder's side. My heart races as I check for signs of life, hoping for any flicker of movement. "Ryder, can you hear me?" I whisper, my voice trembling with worry. Fear grips me as I realize I could have been almost lifeless like him, and I doubt I would survive it. I can't begin to imagine the trauma that would follow. Someone wants me dead for sure, and now I don't think Ryder can say anything to reveal who sent him. I was consumed with worry, but my thoughts turned to Julie. How would she handle the revelation that her mate is not who she believes him to be? Just then, Kessler walked in with the bottle of water in hand and handed it to me. "Thank
I was tired and I had to put my clothes back on, wondering who it could be, dragging myself to the door. I opened it and lo I was shocked to realize that it was no other than Ryder, I know I had just thought about him not being a good guy, but he just confirmed my suspicion by coming to my room. "What do you want?" I ask politely, trying my best not to be rude, but inside, I'm seriously annoyed. He smirks and pushes the door open, making his way inside without waiting for an invitation. I stand there, my annoyance growing as Ryder enters without any regard for my privacy or invitation. "I just wanted to talk," he says casually as if his intrusion is perfectly acceptable. "Well, I don't feel like talking right now," I reply curtly, crossing my arms over my chest. Ryder shrugs nonchalantly, unfazed by my obvious discomfort. "Suit yourself," he says, moving further into the room as if he owns it. I grit my teeth, feeling my patience wearing thin. "You need to leave," I say firmly