Elena’s PovThe music started and we began swaying to the beat. Everyone's eyes were on us and I began to feel kind of shy. This was also the first time we were in the same proximity together, this close, after the ray of events that happened between the both of us.“You look stunning!” I heard Oliver said and I looked up into his eyes. His beautiful deep black eyes had some spark in them unlike other days. “Thank you….…You don’t look bad yourself.” I said to him, still blushing at his compliment. He smiled at me as we continued dancing.I stared around the room and everyone’s attention was on us. I could see Beauty at the side with a huge grin, Hailey and Chloe were glaring at me and if looks could kill I should be dead by now.I was getting nervous, this is surely going to cause a huge problem for me. I looked around and my eyes landed on Lucas—-his face held no emotions but when his eyes met mine, a flash of sadness went through them quickly but it was for a brief moment before he
Elena’s POVThe next morning, sunlight poured through my window, warming my face and pulling me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. I stretched, reliving the moments from the previous night. My heart was light, a sensation I hadn’t felt in so long. Oliver’s words replayed in my mind—his apology, his promise. And the kiss. My cheeks flushed at the thought.But as the warm feeling lingered, so did the weight of reality. Loving Oliver wasn’t just about the two of us; it was about navigating the storm we’d unleashed. Chloe and Hailey wouldn’t sit idly by. And Lucas—his brief appearance last night left me unsettled. Why was he there? What had he wanted to say?A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, sitting up and brushing my hair back.Beauty entered, her cheerful smile brightening the room. “Good morning, Luna,” she teased, her tone playful yet kind.I laughed softly. “Don’t start with me, Beauty.”She approached with a tray of tea and toast. “You’re glowing this morning. Someth
Elena’s povAfter the meeting, things between Oliver and I took a magical turn. The whole pack knew I was going to be Luna and everyone was beginning to respect me—-well not everyone. Hailey and Chloe still hate my guts and I do everything to avoid them. Speaking of avoid…..Lucas has been avoiding me for the longest time. We had not had any talk after he saw Oliver and me in the garden. It was weird but I had not gotten the chance to talk to him about it yet.As I sat down on my bed wearing my sneakers, and getting ready for training, my door flew open and I did not need a prophet to tell me who it was.“Let's go….we are late!” I heard Beauty’s tiny voice squealing.“Good morning to you too,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm.“Haha….now get up and let’s go!” She folded her hands. I stood up and walked to the mirror to look at myself. “Beauty!” I called without looking back at her. “Yes,” she replied, sitting down on the bed as I did my hair.“Do you think Lucas is angry with me?
Elena's PovAfter the day’s training, I decided to take a walk through the garden to clear my head. The air was crisp, and the scent of blooming roses mingled with the soft rustle of leaves. It was peaceful—a stark contrast to the thoughts swirling in my mind.Lucas.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the tension between us. Ever since he saw me with Oliver in the garden, he’d been avoiding me, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. Despite the happiness I felt with Oliver, there was an ache I couldn’t shake whenever I thought about Lucas.I stopped by the fountain, running my fingers along the cool marble edge, my reflection rippling in the water. My thoughts were interrupted by the crunch of footsteps behind me. I turned sharply, my heart racing.Lucas stood a few feet away, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.“You’re getting better at training,” he said, his voice calm but distant.“Thank you,” I replied, unsure of what to say.For a moment, we stood in sil
Elena’s povThe howl of war! What was going on! Lucas and I looked around as he got on his defense stance, pushing me behind him and protecting me. We saw different guards running towards the loud howl. All of them ready for war. “Elena!“ I heard Oliver calling to me, I looked up to him. He walked toward me in haste as his face had worry written all over it.“What are you still doing here? Lucas….take her to her room and keep her safe, got it?” He commanded and Lucas nodded.“Oliver…..!” I called out and he paused and turns towards me, “be careful!“ I said in a low tune as he nodded, he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss.“Lucas get her to safety!” He commanded and walked out. Lucas held my hands as he dragged me up the stairs. I did not protest as I followed with ease. We got to my room and I could see Beauty sitting on the bed and as she had worry in her eyes.“Elena!“ she called out, her voice filled with worry, “Oh thank God, you are safe!”We hugged each other, while Lucas st
Elena’s POVThe bunker felt stifling, its thick walls doing little to calm the turmoil brewing inside me. I sat on the cold stone bench, fidgeting with the hem of my dress as Oliver paced back and forth. Beauty clung to my side, her trembling hands clutching mine for reassurance.The distant echoes of howls and snarls reverberated through the underground chamber. My heart clenched with every sound, each one a reminder of the chaos above.“Oliver,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “We can’t just sit here. People are out there risking their lives for us.”Oliver stopped his pacing and turned to me, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Elena, I need you to stay here. Your safety is my top priority.”“But Lucas is out there,” I argued, my voice rising. “And so is the rest of the pack. I can’t just sit here while—”“Enough!” Oliver’s voice thundered, silencing me. He ran a hand through his hair, his face softening slightly as he approached me. “Elena, I know you care
Oliver’s POVThe air outside the bunker was thick with the stench of blood and sweat, the ground littered with the fallen bodies of both friend and foe. The night sky, usually calm and serene, was a battlefield itself, filled with the echoes of howls and snarls. My heart pounded as I carried Lucas’s unconscious body through the chaos, Elena by my side.She had been silent since we left the bunker, her face pale, her eyes filled with worry. I could feel the tension radiating from her, but there was no time to address it now. Lucas needed help, and the pack needed me to lead them through this attack.“Stay close,” I instructed her, glancing back to make sure she was keeping up. She nodded, her hand gripping Beauty’s arm for support.We reached the infirmary, a makeshift structure that was now overwhelmed with injured wolves. Healers rushed around, their hands slick with blood as they worked tirelessly to save lives.“Alpha,” one of the healers, Elara, approached me, her face drawn with
Elena’s POVThe infirmary was eerily quiet as the chaos outside settled. The muffled cries of the injured and the hurried whispers of healers were all that remained of the earlier battle. I sat beside Lucas’s bed, my mind still racing with everything that had happened. He was pale but stable, his breathing shallow as he rested.The image of his bloodied body being carried in by Oliver haunted me. The battle had been brutal, and while I knew this wasn’t the first time Lucas had fought to protect the pack, seeing him like this tore at my heart. His earlier confession echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t shake the weight of his words.“Elena?” Oliver’s voice broke through my thoughts.I looked up to find him standing in the doorway, his shirt torn and stained with blood—not all of it his own. His face was grim, exhaustion evident in his every movement.“How is he?” he asked, stepping closer.“The healers say he’ll be okay,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’ll take time.”
Elena’s POVThe next morning, I woke to a soft warmth on my cheek. My eyes fluttered open, and I found Oliver sitting beside me, his hand gently caressing my face. His touch was tender, as if he feared I might vanish.“Morning, my Luna,” he said softly, his voice a soothing melody to my troubled mind.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The weight of yesterday’s emotions still lingered, but his presence calmed the storm within me. “Morning,” I replied, my voice laced with sleep.Oliver handed me a cup of tea, his usual routine when he stayed the night. It was one of the little things he did that made me feel like I belonged in his world, even though I still doubted it at times.“I have a meeting with the council today,” he informed me as I sipped the warm brew. “They’re pressing for answers about the traitor and the attacks. I need you to be cautious, Elena. If the mole gets desperate, they might act rashly.”I nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. “I’ll be careful. But Oliver
Elena’s povI stood by the balcony as my mind went on wondering what was going on in the pack. I have not yet been bonded to Oliver but it was crazy. Sure, the people see me as their Luna and even call me Luna but it was yet an official title. Chloe and Hailey were making sure about that!I was beyond frustrated—-from the war to the impending danger of the pack, to the traitor or mole hidden within the ranks. I had tried to snoop around but things didn't go exactly as planned. Luckily—-the only good thing to come out of this was that Lucas was healed, not fully, but he was making a very quick recovery.I felt a hand placed on my shoulders and I quickly knew who it was—-as only his touch could make my heart skip a million beats.“Hey….what are you doing here?” Oliver asked, I turned to him and hugged him tight. “I'm sorry….” I apologizedI could feel the confusion he felt through the bond, he pulled me back, staring into my eyes “What are you apologizing for?”I threw my face away,
Third povElena’s instincts bristled as Chloe’s parting words lingered in her mind, sharp and unsettling. The air in the packhouse felt heavier, as though suspicion itself had seeped into its walls. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something, but the question was what—and why.The library door creaked shut behind Chloe, and Elena exhaled slowly. The confrontation had been subtle, a game of unspoken words and veiled intentions, but it had confirmed one thing: Chloe was no innocent observer in the pack’s recent turmoil.Elena gathered her thoughts and returned to her quarters, where Oliver was waiting, his brows knit in concentration over a map of the pack’s territory.“You’re late,” he remarked without looking up, his voice laced with concern.“I ran into Chloe,” she replied, crossing the room to stand beside him.His head snapped up, hazel eyes narrowing. “What did she say?”“She was… cryptic,” Elena admitted. “She mentioned the pack’s future, but it felt more like
Third povThe morning after the battle arrived slowly, dragging its weight through the packhouse like an unwelcome guest. The faint golden light seeping through the curtains did little to lift the heaviness that lingered in the air. Even the forest seemed muted, as though it too, was recovering from the violence it had witnessed.Elena stood by the bedroom window, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the frosted glass. She had barely slept, her mind replaying the events of the previous night in an endless loop. The rogue Alpha’s lifeless eyes, the blood-soaked ground, the traitor’s betrayal—all of it churned within her, refusing to be silenced.Behind her, Oliver stirred, the rustling of sheets breaking the quiet. She turned to find him sitting up, his hazel eyes dark with fatigue.“You didn’t sleep,” he said, his voice hoarse.“Neither did you,” she replied softly.He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s hard to rest when you know there’s a snake in the grass.”She no
Elena’s POVThe aftermath of battle was always heavy with emotion, a strange mix of relief and despair. As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield in an eerie twilight, the stench of blood lingered in the air, mingling with the quiet groans of the injured.Oliver’s arm was still wrapped tightly around me as we walked back to the packhouse. His warmth and strength anchored me, even as the adrenaline of the fight began to fade.“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low and rough from exhaustion. His sharp eyes scanned me, lingering on the shallow claw marks on my arm.“It’s nothing,” I replied, brushing it off. “You’re the one who looks like he went ten rounds with a rogue Alpha.”He chuckled softly, though the sound was strained. “I’ve had worse. Still, I can’t believe you disobeyed me, Elena.”I opened my mouth to retort, but he stopped abruptly, pulling me close so we were face to face. His expression was serious, his hazel eyes searching mine.“You
Elena’s POVThe silence after Daniel’s departure was deafening. I paced the room, each step echoing against the wooden floor as Beauty’s wide, tear-filled eyes followed my movements. My bond with Oliver throbbed faintly—still there, but the pain I’d felt moments ago had left an ominous shadow. I clenched my hands into fists, forcing myself to remain calm.“Elena, please sit,” Beauty begged, her voice trembling. “You’re making me more nervous.”I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my racing thoughts. Sitting wasn’t an option. The growing unease in my chest demanded action, but I was trapped, bound by Oliver’s order to stay here.“You don’t understand, Beauty,” I murmured, my gaze fixed on the window. The forest stood still, deceptively peaceful. “When you’re bonded, you feel everything. Pain, fear, even—” I stopped, swallowing hard. “Even death.”Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. “Don’t say that! He’s strong, Elena. He’ll come back.”I nodded, forcing a tight smile, but
Elena’s POVThe peaceful warmth of the night lingered even as the first light of dawn began to peek through the heavy curtains. Oliver lay beside me, his features softened in sleep. He looked so different like this—vulnerable, unburdened. My fingers itched to trace the lines of his jaw, but I stopped myself, not wanting to disturb the rare moment of calm.The responsibilities of the pack would soon weigh on us again, but for now, I allowed myself the indulgence of watching him. My heart ached with a quiet joy, a feeling I hadn’t dared to dream of before.But as much as I wanted to stay in this cocoon of safety, the world outside wouldn’t wait. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and wrapped myself in a soft robe. The fire had burned down to embers, the room still faintly warm.Padding quietly to the window, I pulled back the curtain just enough to peer outside. The horizon was streaked with soft pink and gold, the forest bathed in an ethereal glow. It was beautiful, but the
Elena’s POVThe soft glow of candlelight filled Oliver’s private chambers as I entered, my steps hesitant yet drawn toward the warmth he radiated. After the chaos of the past few days, this space felt like an oasis, separated from the weight of duty and danger.Oliver stood by the window, his tall frame illuminated by the pale moonlight. His back was to me, but I could feel his tension even from across the room. He was always strong for everyone else, carrying the burdens of the pack on his shoulders, but tonight, I could sense that weight pressing down on him.“Oliver,” I called softly, my voice breaking the silence.He turned to face me, his eyes tired but softening as they met mine. “Elena,” he said, his tone filled with relief. He crossed the room in long strides, reaching for me as though he needed to confirm I was really there.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing lightly against my cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked, his gaze searching mine.I nodded, placing my hands ov
Elena’s POVThe infirmary was eerily quiet as the chaos outside settled. The muffled cries of the injured and the hurried whispers of healers were all that remained of the earlier battle. I sat beside Lucas’s bed, my mind still racing with everything that had happened. He was pale but stable, his breathing shallow as he rested.The image of his bloodied body being carried in by Oliver haunted me. The battle had been brutal, and while I knew this wasn’t the first time Lucas had fought to protect the pack, seeing him like this tore at my heart. His earlier confession echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t shake the weight of his words.“Elena?” Oliver’s voice broke through my thoughts.I looked up to find him standing in the doorway, his shirt torn and stained with blood—not all of it his own. His face was grim, exhaustion evident in his every movement.“How is he?” he asked, stepping closer.“The healers say he’ll be okay,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’ll take time.”