Liliana’s POV
Kaden…he...he's kissing me.
I can barely reason with my thoughts before my open palm surges through the air and connects with Kaden's cheek.
SLAP! It goes and the resounding blow echoes through the room.
"How dare you?" I hiss through my gritted teeth. "After all you’ve done, you dare lay your lips on hands on mine?"
Kaden's eyes darken and for a fleeting moment, I brace myself, expecting his hands to meet my body, hurting me the way I had just hurt him.
But things turn out differently, very differently and Kaden strangely goes by a different tune.
"I...I..uhm," he rumbles off his lips, battling consistently as he struggles with his words. "I..I…um."
Oh.
He scratches his head, a sheepish grin attempting to mask the unfami
Liliana’s POVThoughts run through my head as I stare back and forth between the portrait and the photo in the locket. Perhaps I am overthinking things. Many people look alike, plus the photo in the locket is not that clear at all.Yet, my disquiet remains. Did Evander not say that his mother’s experiment failed? What if the rogue black wolf I saw in the forest was his mother? What if she had dropped the locket?I shake my head at the absurdity of my thoughts. It is true that her experiments may have gone awry, but is she not dead like what Evander said?I start to slip the locket back into my blouse when another thought enters my head. There are so many coincidences, way too many. My fingers trace the outline of the locket and I look at the hint of blue hues along with its intricate carving of a floral pattern, much like the one in the portrait. Surely there are many lockets out there with designs such as these?I shut my eyes, trying to remember the encounter with the black rogue in
Liliana’s POVThis feels like many times before.Landon swoops in to rescue me. He is breathing hard and so am I.“Are you alright?” Landon whispers.“Yes.”He holds me protectively, his eyes burning with a blend of anxiety and desire.A desire I cannot fulfil.Guilt flits through me, how can he be so protective of me when I have broken his heart countless times?I refuse to answer my own question. Quickly, I push him away, leaving him bereft and straighten myself. "I need to talk to you, privately," I say, my tone colder than the breeze that rustles through the garden.Landon’s warriors exchange glances and from the corner of my eyes, I can see the displeasure etched on their faces. His Beta, ever protective shifts his gaze towards me dangerously and his warriors silently take positions to strike at me. They do not like how I am ordering their Alpha, their king.They are loyal to him and I know without a doubt that they will strike me dead if Landon wills it so. But he lets the jav
Liliana’s POVI am back at mom’s old cottage, in the sanctuary of the Woodlands. All is quiet as I walk through the cream-coloured door, mom’s favourite colour when she was still alive. I enter the tiny kitchen, the room is sparse with only two chairs and a plain wooden dining table. The place is lit by a single lamp that has bad wiring. The light flickers as I slump into one of the chairs. I bite my lips and rest my head in my palm. My head gets heavy and dizzy almost immediately as the weight of governing both Woodlands and Azure sinks in. Once I had thought that with Anotonio, Bella and her mother out of the picture, things would have been easier. But now I know that I am wrong.Can I even do this? Can I guide the packs through this financial crisis and bring them a season of peace and prosperity that grandpa once did? I cannot even afford to pay taxes to Landon’s pack. I shake my head and pull at the roots of my hair. At this point I begin to doubt myself, the power I thought I
Landon’s POVThe expression ‘the impatience of youth’ is silly. The longer I live, the more impatient I become. True, if nothing much is happening, I can sit perfectly still and be content. Once I stayed in a forest for six months and hunted only on rabbits and squirrels. But as the years have gone by, I want what I want immediately.And right now, I want nothing more in the world than Liliana Ross.The memory of my failed negotiation with Liliana that day lingers with a bitter aftertase, it is a regret I am not willing to repeat.‘Seize this opportunity, this is your chance,’ my wolf, Liam, a primal force within me, speaks with a sense of urgency, his voice resonating in the depths of my consciousness. "Make her stay."Yes. Make her stay. I won't let her slip away this time.Anxiety courses through my veins as I prepare for Liliana's return. I rearrange the furniture in my study, moving the armchair from left to right and the desk from right before deciding to move them back to their
Liliana’s POVRight now, I hate myself, I really do.I am in conflict with myself between despising succumbing to desire and the thoughts that crave Landon's, touch. He wraps his hands around my waist and draws me to his lap where I sit and clash my lips with his.A tear slips out of my eye. I am fighting a losing battle with myself. “Landon, I want you, but I cannot, I must not. Not after all that has happened…”“You can Liliana, you just have to open your heart. You know you want me just as much as I want you.”“But…”“No buts.” He kisses me again, gentler this time and I am reminded of our first night together. I remember how it felt to have his skin against mine, I remember how it felt to make love to him, I remember every caress, every kiss, every thrust, and how he emptied his seed into me.“Just this once, just this once let us not think about anything else. Just this once, let us answer the call of our deepest desires.”All logic flies out the window and I find myself kissing
Evander’s POVThe moon casts a soft glow over Landon's garden, fine shadows and silver glow. And as I step on the grass beneath my bare feet, I fix my gaze on the celestial light suspended in the velvety night sky, the goddess's light, her radiance. A soft breeze rustles the leaves, and the scent of blooming flowers lingers in the air.I take a seat on one of the garden chairs, crossing my legs beneath me.“Enjoying the view, Evander?”A familiar presence materializes behind me, it is Landon. He steps forward and extends a cup of wine towards me. The cool glass is a comforting weight in my hand as I turn to face him.“Yes, it is a beautiful night.”Landon takes a seat next to me under the celestial light and we clink our glasses before each taking a sip of the dark red liquid that swirls in our glasses. Neither o
Liliana’s POVI awake from a deep slumber to soft morning hues that break through the curtains, and immediately, a sense of deja vu hits me.This reminds me of my twenty-first birthday, the day I woke up in Landon’s arms.Only this time, he sits by the bed that I lie on.Confusion grips me momentarily until I remember what happened last night. My surroundings come into focus, and I find myself covered in the pleasing embrace of Landon’s warm blanket. His scent fills my senses and I dare a peek at the man who had mated me.Landon – he sits by the window in an armchair, completely absorbed in the light on his phone. He is wearing a crisp white polo shirt and khaki pants. The morning sun illuminates him like a golden halo and as much as I hate to admit it, I cannot help but marvel at the sight of his rugged charm. His features are sculpted, e
Kaden’s POVI sense her even before she enters the room. Her scent fills my every pore, her usual scent of sultry citrus and sweet jasmine.But that is not all.My eyes narrow dangerously and I look at both my cousins; Landon who is seated behind his desk and Evander who stands at the far corner of the room, scanning the spines on the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.Something is off.The door to Landon’s study opens and Liliana steps in, in a stunning white dress that flows with her every move. She is beautiful, even more so than the last time I saw her but right now, I am not pleased at her sight.She is carrying two other scents, two other unique imprints – Landon’s. And Evander’s. She quickly lowers her eyes, not wanting to meet mine and walks over to where Landon sits.The fuck?
Liliana’s POV“Alpha, your mate is here to see you.”My heart skips a beat at Jonathan’s words and I quickly stand from my desk to smooth my dress.“How do I look?” I ask.Jonathan makes a face. “Do you really want to know?”I should never have asked him. Crumpling a paper in my hand, I throw it at him but another hand catches it and we both cock our heads to see the person materializing from behind Jonathan.“Landon, you’re early.” I break into a smile.Landon tips his head and strides in, his presence shifting the entire atmosphere. He reaches me and places a gentle kiss on my forehead and around us, the council members share chuckles, breaking the seriousness of the meeting.“Alpha Liliana, would you like us to step out of the meeting room and give you some space?” one of the elders asks, covering the smile on his lips with the palm of his hand.I look at him and feel my cheeks flush red. “No, no, we are fine. Landon, can you wait for me in the study and I will come –““Oh that won
Liliana’s POVKaden.He is alive!My heart feels like it has been given a second chance.I reach out to touch his face, my hands trembling with a mixture of emotions."Kaden," I whisper, my voice shaky yet filled with joy. In that moment, everything else fades away, and it is just him and me.His gaze meets mine, and I see the flicker of recognition. There is a warmth in his eyes, a reassurance that we have weathered a storm together."Liliana," he says, the sound of my name on his lips balms my soul. The relief in his eyes mirrors my own.A smile forms on my lips through the tears. “I thought I had lost you."His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining, and I feel the strength in his touch. "You didn't lose me. I'm here."It is then that I know, deep within my heart, that I love him more than I realized. The air around us seems lighter and In this moment, amidst the fragility of life, the truth becomes crystal clear — he is the one my heart bleeds for, the one I cannot imagine a future
Kaden’s POVI open my eyes to a meadow, a serene landscape painted with the soft hues of wildflowers. The gentle breeze whispers through the grass, and the air carries the sweet fragrance of nature. It is a tranquil haven, the view of it contrasting the chaotic world I left behind.But what is this place? Heaven? Or hell?I push myself up and rise from the flowers to find the warmth of the sunlight casting a golden glow over the meadow. Butterflies dance in the air and a distant murmur of a babbling brook complements the soothing ambiance.Okay….this definitely cannot be hell.My hand touches the grass beneath men they are soft and soothing to touch and I take in a deep breath. It is a moment of calm, a pause in the relentless storm that has marked my recent journey.My eyes roam the place meadow and settle on a woman by the stream. She is playing with the water, gently sploshing her hand back and forth in the stream. There seems to be no one else but her.I get up on my feet, noting
Liliana’s POVThe moment I step into the force field, an intense burning sensation sears through my skin, a fiery onslaught that feels like the very essence of my being is aflame.My muscles convulse, and I grit my teeth against the searing torment. The healing factor, ordinarily a beacon of resilience, now struggles to mend the wounds inflicted by the force field's malevolent energy. Each attempt at recovery is met with an unyielding force, pushing against my limits.It is as if every cell in my body rebels against the intrusion, fighting to resist the fatal grip of this hellish force field and it takes all my might to stop myself from fainting.Outside the castle, the atmosphere rumbles. Lightning rends the sky with its jagged fingers, illuminating the darkened clouds. Thunder roars in symphony with the raging storm, echoing the tempest I navigate. The forces of nature seem to mirror the celestial conflict within, an ominous backdrop to the struggle for survival playing out within t
Liliana’s POVThe frantic pace of our footsteps reverberates through the palace corridors as we hasten our come back. Each hurried step feels like a silent plea for Kaden's safety.I glance at Landon, the tension etched on his face mirroring the apprehension growing within me. He is speaking urgently into the phon, barking orders to Marcus. I catch fragments of his conversation—evacuate everyone, check on Kaden.My heart quickens, a foreboding shadow casting its chill. Evander silently squeezes my shoulder.We finally reach the palace after what feels like an eternity but Landon stops in his track. He spreads both hands out to stop us as well."Something's not right," he says, his voice low.A shiver runs down my spine, and the opulence of the palace loses its lustre.My fingers clench, betraying my rising fear. A bad feeling claws at the edges of my consciousness. The warmth of Kaden's embrace, the safety we shared, now feels fragile, slipping away like grains of sand. What if I...wh
Liliana’s POV “Let me go!” I scream, desperately pushing the hand away. But the bastard’s hold is firm. “Liliana, calm down!” Calm down my foot. Screaming once more, I flip around and lash out a leg only to have my foot caught by two strong hands, hands that had once held mine before, hands that have given me nothing but love and care. Landon’s hands. Amidst the chaos of the storm, my eyes widen in disbelief as I see Landon materialize by my side. His familiar presence frays my nerves. In an instant, he picks me up, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. I am safe. Landon holds me close, a silent reassurance that echoes louder than words. "We've got you," he whispers, his voice steady. I bury my face in his chest and let out a stifled sob. I am safe. Another hand lands on my shoulder but this time I do not scream. "You're safe now," Evander’s voice rings out in the cave and I lift my head up see his face staring back at mine. Ever so gently, he cups my cheek in his
Liliana’s POVI hang from the cave ceiling, cold chains biting into my fur. The cave is dark and damp, hewn from rough stone. The air is heavy with the smell of dampness and ancient stone, and a chill breeze rushes through the cavern.Stalactites loom above, and below me, sitting on the uneven ground of rocks is a glass chalice.Drip, drip, drip my blood goes into the glass, creating a tiny swirl of dark red liquid. The irony of it, I am staring at my life force draining away, pooling into the glass below. "You are the key to my great plans," the Sorceress says, a dark silhouette against the dim cave backdrop. Her words echo off the cave walls.What does she think she is, a vampire?The Sorceress chuckles as she emerges from the shadows and stops right in front of the glass chalice. He bends over ever so slightly and picks it up, holding it nearer to my gaping wound.Her eyes glint with an unsettling mix of power and malevolence as she looks into the glass. "Every drop of your blood
Evander’s POVMy eyes sweep the surroundings, the wind ruffling my dark hair. The cliff's edge looms, daring me to leap.I estimate it to be nearly twenty storeys down. No human would survive the leap. But I am not a mere human. I am a wolf.My regenerative system is miraculous, if you believe in miracles-- which I do not. I can be stabbed in the arm with a knife and heal within minutes without scarring. But if I were to jump off this cliff and accidentally have some stump fo a tree pierce my heart while landing, then maybe I would die.But both Landon and Kaden had taken the leap before. And they survived."This can't be that bad," I say to myself taking in a deep breath. I prepare for the jump. Digging the soles of my right foot into the ground, I shove myself off the rocky surface with such force that I become airborne.Midair, limbs spread, I feel the gust of wind against my face. The world blurs around me as I plummet towards the ground. Adrenaline courses through my veins, every
Landon’s POVSometime before Kaden’s entrapmentI walk toward the exit of Kaden’s study, intending to go after him. The concerning thoughts for Liliana and the unsettling revelation unfolding in Venice's chamber ring in my ears. Something is wrong, very wrong.With three short strides, I reach the door but before I can reach for the doorknob, Evander intervenes, his hand outstretched to stop me.His grip is firm. He tilts his head slightly, a silent query etched on his face. Our eyes lock, a silent exchange laden with unspoken questions."Where do you think you're going?" Evander asks.I take a deep breath. "I need to go back to the cave. I think we missed something there." The words escape in a rush. My gaze remains fixed on Evander, seeking understanding in the depths of his eyes.“The cave?”“Yes, the one where Liliana met the Sorceress.”Evander frowns a little before his expression shifts, registering a blend of understanding and shared worry. He nods in acknowledgment, releasing