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 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 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 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 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
REJECTED ELENA’S POVMy world dissolved into a blurry mess, the tears gathering in my eyes, hot and heavy. I tried to blink them back, but it was useless. The hopelessness wrapped around me, suffocating, crushing every shred of faith I had left.“You’re hurting me, Liam" I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper.Pain throbbed in my head, but it was nothing compared to the ache that was tearing me apart inside.“When did I ever say I cared?” he growled, his tone colder than I’d ever heard it.He yanked his trousers on, his movements jerky and impatient. My breath hitched in my throat, my chest tight.“If you didn’t care about me, then why did you take away my innocence?” My voice broke as I asked the question. I needed answers, anything to make sense of this.But his face remained impassive, utterly devoid of remorse. He didn’t flinch, didn’t soften. There was nothing there…no regret, no connection. This was the man who was supposed to be my best friend. My mate. I trusted him.
THE RESCUE ELENA'S POVI made my way home to grab my things. Every step I took felt heavier as the announcement echoed in the distance."I hereby make Maria Broodwing my mate and the future Luna of this pack" Liam’s voice carried, and though I had already left, I could still hear him. I wanted to collapse, to let the pain swallow me whole. But I wouldn’t. None of them deserved my tears. Not after what they did. Grabbing my luggage, I took one last glance at the house I once called home. A surge of anger and sadness twisted inside me, but I pushed it down. Anywhere was better than here. Anywhere far from that traitor.____The sky was getting darker and darker, signifying the approaching night. Trees surrounded me in every direction, their branches twisting like skeletal hands reaching for the sky. I must’ve crossed the borders by now and would be in the rogue territory. The main thought of it made my blood run cold.I pray I don't run into one. Besides I was now a rogue too, maybe
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.”
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 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
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 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