Nicole paced back and forth in Liam's room, her mind consumed by confusion and self-doubt. She couldn't understand why she was pushing him away, why she was denying herself the love and happiness she had found in his arms. Every fibre of her being longed to comfort him, to erase the pain she saw in
Ignoring him, Nicole took another step forward. "Liam," she whispered again. Her chest was constricted from chaos, fear, and every other thing rambling in her head. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of either Liam or his wolf in a feral state. What she was mostly afraid of was the jealousy she sce
Nicole stood her ground, her expression a mask of determination and resilience. She didn't know what emboldened her, but she was no longer willing to be a victim. She drew upon her newfound strength, fortified by Liam, and refused to cower in the face of Lilian's aggression.As Lilian lunged forward
Liam was proud, his wolf was even proud of their mate. He could see the respect in James's eyes after she stood up to Lilian. Even Garrett, who had watched everything unfold, was shocked."Leave us, James. I need some time alone with Nicole. We'll talk more when I'm ready."With a nod of acknowledge
His wolf wanted more. It wanted its mate. It wanted to complete their bond and proclaim her as his Luna. But Liam knew better. He knew better than to allow his wolf to guide him in times like this. Most importantly, what Liam wanted was for Nicole to yield to him, completely and willingly."Liam," s
"I need you, Nicole," he whispered. His hand found its way to her hair, fisting it in his fingers, pulling at it to expose her neck."I've been obsessed," he said, against her pulse, nipping at her skin with his teeth. "I realize that now."Liam never thought he would feel that way. He didn't think
The next day, Liam gathered the council members and James in the pack hall. The atmosphere was tense as they were concerned and anticipated updates on the upcoming full moon as well as other important matters of the pack. The time for unity and strength was at hand, and Liam knew they had to be pre
The tension in the meeting hall was palpable as Liam stood before the council, the weight of their expectations heavy upon his shoulders, but he chose not to address them directly. "Our focus must remain on the task at hand," Liam began, his voice steady and authoritative. "The witch poses a signif
“Stop bluffing.” Marisol's smile dropped the moment the dagger slipped into her hands. “We both know that I'm not bluffing, witch.”Before Guinevere could react, Marisol drove the dagger into her heart in one forceful swing. Her eyes blew wide, and she fell right on top of Marisol, pained choking s
The air crackled with magic, and their surroundings became a battlefield of elemental forces. Marisol conjured torrents of fire, sending waves of intense heat crashing towards Guinevere. But Guinevere laughed, her own magic swirling around her like a shield as she countered with blasts of icy spears
Marisol ended up in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with ancient magic and foreboding. Her grip on the dagger tightened, its energy pulsing against her skin as if urging her forward.She didn't know where she was or how she got there. All she did was allow her senses to lead her, and it seemed th
By the time the truth had fully sunk in, Cedric was a whirlwind of fury and grief. He turned on Leticia, his eyes blazing with a primal rage as he grabbed her roughly, his grip like a vice around her throat."Cedric, stop!" Caleb's voice rang out, his tone commanding. "This won't bring Marisol back.
Caleb's brow pinched in concern as he took in Cedric's disheveled state. “How? Was Guinevere here?” He looked around frantically and found no sign of infiltration. He turned back to his brother. “Don't worry, we'll find her," he assured, his voice a steady anchor within the chaos that was Cedric's m
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world lay shrouded in darkness and all was quiet, Marisol rolled out of bed. It was time.She knew what she had to do. A sense of duty pulsed through her veins, driving her from the warmth of her bed.Silently slipping out from beneath the covers, she m
Marisol's heart swelled with conflicting emotions at Cedric's declaration. His eyes, conveying his utmost sincerity, almost had her bursting into tears where she sat. Instead, she forced a smile, her applause joining in with the others, though inside, she felt a pang of sadness.“That's wonderful ne
A smile spread across Marisol's face as she turned around in his arms to face him. “Nervous? Why on earth…”“Okay, I was nervous on your behalf.” He admitted with a sheepish grin, and Marisol regarded him with a fond smile. “But Leticia was right. When we retreated, they prowled around aimlessly for
Marisol stepped out of Leticia's chambers with a million thoughts bubbling in her head. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. Maybe she wanted to do both. It was so unfair. Her parents had told her she was destined for greatness. Was this fate's idea of greatness? To be made to sacrifice