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"I'm your Luna, remember? And nothing bad; we shared a room. I can't see the reason why we're staying in different rooms; it looks suspicious.""Suspicious in what sense? I can summon you to my room when I feel like it. See, I acknowledge that you are Luna, but I just love my privacy," I try to explain to her kindly, though the emotions inside me are conflicted.Deep down, I understand her concern. It's not about distrust; it's about personal space. I soften my tone, hoping she'll comprehend.A room has been prepared for you. I'll invite you over to my room whenever I feel like it, understood? I try to treasure her deeply.She wanted to protest, but I gave her a cold glare that made her cower in fear. Sometimes I wonder why she is so fearful. I don't like my women like this."I love them daring and bold like Lyra," Dolph said in my head.I yearn for a partner who exudes strength and fearlessness, someone who challenges me and matches my intensity. I shake off the longing, refocusing o
Lyra’s POVThe time spent with Jack makes me angrier than I can imagine. It stirs up so many emotions that I try my best to suppress, but I just can't help it.As I walk through the hallway attached to the dungeon, trying to find my way to my room, I can't help but wonder: Why is my life so complicated? First, my mother denies the bond I thought I had with her, and now Jack tells me how he hates my dad.Each step feels like a struggle against the tangled web of emotions swirling within me. Confusion, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal fill my mind."My dear, I'll allow you to ponder on the snippet I've told you," Jack's words keep ringing in my head like a mantra.He is responsible for my father's death, and the fact that Kayla knows about this fuels the raging anger in my heart.Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of memories, the moments with my father that were stolen by Jack's betrayal. "But how did he do it?" I mutter, my mind racing with questions. Kessler claims he k
Lyra’s POVA sleek car is parked nearby, its door held open by a man who bows his head respectfully as he gestures for me to enter. I hesitate, torn between trust and doubt, unsure if I should go back or proceed with Shawn's plan.Shawn has always been reliable, but I can't shake the nagging doubts. What if he's changed after all these years?Sasha finally breaks the silence, voicing her concern. "What if he has changed?" she wonders aloud.I roll my eyes at her, Ignoring Sasha's teasing, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Despite my reservations, I know I can't afford to let fear hold me back. Trusting Shawn might be my only option at this point."There's no crime in taking risks," I remind myself, trying to quell the rising unease as I settle into the sleek car. As I make myself comfortable, my heart begins to pound in my chest at the sight of the stern-faced men around me.They all seem too serious for my liking, not a single one bothering to initiate the conversation to eas
Getting to the room prepared for me, I'm awestruck because everything has been set and prepared for my arrival. Funny enough, I can't quite place the name with a face.I make a mental note to thank Shawn for going all out for me.I'm happy to breathe fresh new air away from the rollercoaster of emotions I felt at Moonpeak pack.I don't need to look behind me as if I'm being watched now that my uncle is locked up in the dungeon.With a sigh of contentment, I take a moment to appreciate the peace of my surroundings. It's a welcome change from the chaos and drama I left behind.But amidst the calm, a nagging sense of unease lingers in the back of my mind. I can't shake the feeling that trouble still lurks around the corner, waiting to rear its head when I least expect it. For now, though, I push those worries aside.I hope he gets a judgment for the pain and heartache he has caused me.As for my mother, I'll let her be and live my life as if I have no one.And as for my real parents, I do
Conor skeptically looks at me, unsure if he should tell me what's up or just let it go. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, but I beat him to it and say, "Please, don't tell me. It's not my story to tell.”Conor's expression softens, understanding my concern. "I wasn't about to say that, but rather, I wanted to say... before you rudely interrupted me," he says, stalling and smiling mischievously, clearly enjoying teasing me. "Oh, stop keeping me in suspense," I playfully retorted, eager to hear what he had to say.Gosh, I love this place. I can't remember the last time I've been carefree with anyone. It's either I'm uptight or skeptical about something."Lyra," he calls out, breaking my train of thought, "you're doing that again.""Oh, sorry. I can't help it. But take me as I am," I reply in a sing-song mood, embracing my quirks with a smile.Conor chuckles softly, appreciating my playful response. "Of course, I'll take you as you are." "Okay, back to what I was asking, wha
With trembling hands, I pick up each strip; my eyes scan the results with a mix of apprehension and hope. As I take in the sight of the clear, unmistakable sign—positive—tears well up in my eyes. The weight of the truth settles over me like a heavy blanket. I am pregnant. The news hits me, washing away any lingering doubts or denials.Thoughts race through my mind, wondering how my life will change, and how I will go through this new chapter. I gently place the test aside, with the realization that I am carrying new life, a precious gift.Turning to Holly, who's been waiting anxiously outside the bathroom, I manage a weak smile. "Holly," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "I'm pregnant."For a moment, there's a stunned silence between us. Holly steps forward and envelops me in a tight embrace, offering silent comfort and support. After a moment, we release our embrace, my voice filled with gratitude, I murmur, "Thank you."Holly smiles softly. "You don't have to thank me. We
Kessler’s POVThe news about Lyra's disappearance hits me like a thunderbolt. Never in my life have I felt so numb. I summoned the guards on patrol to ask if they saw any traces of Lyra, but they all said no. I'm furious at them for letting such a tiny piece of information about someone leaving the pack slip by.My heart races with worry and fear as I search desperately for any sign of her. Every moment without her feels like an eternity. I can't bear the thought of her being out there alone. Shawn was among the guards on patrol, but I couldn't bring myself to trust him when he claimed he didn't see her. He should be worried, deeply concerned that she couldn't be found, yet he seemed unshaken. I had noticed something between him and Lyra in their last interaction. His attempts to keep it subtle, it was glaringly obvious. Doubts about his loyalty begin to cloud my thoughts. But deep down, a nagging feeling tells me that Shawn's involvement may hold the key to her disappearance.I sti
I respond to Zach's mind-link, saying, "I have no idea what's going on. This is just as surprising to me as it is to you."My mind races with questions, but I can't bring myself to interrupt their interaction. I try to keep my composure, but deep down, my heart is pounding with uncertainty. It's not every day that you witness something so extraordinary.I know my father found his fated mate after he got married to Mum as his chosen mate. My father loves and respects Mum deeply.But I guess there was a strain in their marriage when my father found his mate. Many things happened between them that they chose to keep subtle, hidden beneath the surface.The tension between my parents was palpable, like a storm brewing silently in the distance. Despite their efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy, I could sense the unspoken words and unshared emotions lingering between them.There were moments of strained smiles and forced laughter. It was as if their bond had been tested and stretched to
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