Alpha Abel’s Point Of ViewI couldn't escape Sybille.Her scent was intoxicating, drawing me to her with an intensity I'd never experienced before. It was stronger than anything I'd ever felt for her, even when we first started dating. Back then, it was just a spark, a small interest. Now, it was a fire, burning out of control. I had to touch her, to be near her.It had to be the overwhelming pull of our bond.And as she was a Lycan with great strength, our stamina was perfectly matched, leading to wild, passionate sex that felt almost perfect.Yet, no matter how strong our bond, thoughts of Joanna kept haunting me. The longing for her had faded significantly, but a thin, almost ghostly link between us remained. We had unresolved matters, she was my fated mate, and we had never formally rejected each other. The thought that I had a fated mate before marking Sybille gnawed at me, it felt like cheating. Sybille wasn't even my chosen mate, she was a mistake born out of a drunken stupor.
Alpha Abel’s Point of ViewAs I stepped back into the bedroom, Sybille lay waiting for me in bed, her eyes sharp and alluring.Yet, I had no time for her games, pressing matters occupied my mind and I had little time to waste. I quickly dressed, the familiar weight of my leather jacket settling onto my shoulders, and ran a hand through my hair before heading to the door.“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded, her tone authoritative, a sharp edge that grated on my nerves.Damn, I despised someone using that tone at me, it felt as if this woman deemed me her subordinate. But I was an Alpha, her mate, and she needed to show me respect. Though Sybille was a Lycan of Royal blood, she wielded no authority over me. With my mark on her neck, we were equals, and her commands were of no use on me.“I won’t be around for an indefinite time,” I snapped back with irritation. “In the meantime, try learning how to communicate with your Alpha and mate. When I return, I expect a different at
For three agonizing days, we scoured the land, each moment stretching into infinity.Each sunrise brought with it a renewed sense of desperation, each sunset a crushing wave of disappointment. I drove the warriors relentlessly, overturning every stone and rustling every leaf in a desperate quest for my mate. The land was vast, the terrain unforgiving, and the strain began to show on my men.Morale waned, and the warriors sought all sorts of lame excuses to stall our search, their belief in our mission faltering. The shadow of Sybille, who had already introduced herself as the Luna of Woodland, loomed large over them, further diminishing their resolve. Whispers of her authority, her claims and supposed relationship with me, snaked through the ranks, poisoning their loyalty.At the moment, John and I pored over the map of the surrounding terrain as my fingers traced the lines of coastlines and islands, meticulously charting every corner and island that might keep Joanna out of my hands.
All the groups received their instructions, leaving John and me alone with two warriors.The men were tasked with observing the islands without taking any action, they simply had to report via the mind link what and who they encountered. Each team had a leader who would outline their route, ensuring a systematic approach to the search.I watched as the men set off in the rented small boats, their engines sputtering to life, scattering in different directions across the shimmering expanse of the sea. The water was calm, the sky a clear, unblemished blue, and good weather was expected today. Everything seemed to align perfectly, as if the Moon Goddess herself supported my plans, clearing the path to Joanna."It's time for us to leave," I urged John, who had been staring at the departing men longer than necessary, a flash of doubt in his eyes. "Our route to the forbidden island is longer, we'll be traveling for at least two hour. Hopefully, we won't encounter any container ships that cou
A few hours earlier at a hotel near Woodland..."You are a Lycan," the Head Warrior of Woodland stated, his gaze fixed on the woman who had just offered him a free drink.He turned the glass in his hand, and he knew instantly that their meeting wasn't a mere coincidence. Although he had initially been captivated by her striking appearance, her eyes didn't reflect any warmth back at him. A closer look revealed a chilling coldness, her face drawn tight like a predator ready to strike.He wondered how much she had overheard of his conversation with the Chief Warrior, Walther.She must have recognized the man, he was a figure well-known throughout the Kingdom, a high-ranking Lycan from the Royal Palace. While her scent leaned towards that of humans, there was no denying her Lycan heritage. He was certain of it, the Luna of his pack belonged to the same elevated werewolf lineage, as did Miss Joanna. In recent months, he had frequently interacted with Lycans, especially since his Alpha had
On The Forbidden Island…A thick, simmering anger hung in the air.Alpha Abel, his face a mask of frustration, glared at the couple before him, his eyes burning with a desperate intensity."You can throw your status around all you want, but Joanna is my fated mate, and she belongs to me," he growled low and dangerous, a primal warning that echoed across the terrace.Joyce stepped forward, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest, her eyes blazing with indignation. "Alpha, you must realize that the situation has changed drastically," she retorted, barely containing her fury, her voice sharp and cutting. "You are marked now, even an ordinary werewolf can sense that. What do you truly want?"The air buzzed with unresolved emotions, each word adding to the stalemate, the silence between them heavy with unspoken threats. The recent turn of events had shifted the dynamics, Abel had found his Luna, however unwillingly, and Joanna was now free to be with Clyde, her true love. In fact, there
On the Royal yacht, kilometers from the coast of Canada, the Crown Prince and his wife lounged, enjoying a cold fruit juice. Clyde absentmindedly stroked Joanna's round belly as she closed her eyes contentedly, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling her into a state of serene bliss. “Are you ready for the big confrontation, love?” he asked softly. “This soap opera has come to an end; all parties involved in the scheme have been exposed. The Queen is the only one we must handle with kid gloves.” Joanna sighed and opened her eyes, her gaze soft and forgiving.“Her intentions were good,” she defended her mother-in-law. “I think I would have done the same if my grandchildren were at risk of being trapped in a labyrinth of conspiracies. Abel and Jace had their plans for our pups, and Mariam jumped in like a saving angel.”Clyde shook his head in resignation, knowing he should have anticipated Joanna would defend his mother. The two had always been very close; there was no needle between t
“You’re moving too quickly. We will get to the Crown Prince later, be patient. But now, just in case we have another Princess, we need a backup name.” Joanna could barely contain her laughter.For men, the prospect of having a son was an exhilarating thought filled with dreams and aspirations. She could imagine Clyde envisioning all sorts of futures for the Second Crown Prince, just like the King and Queen had done. So, she decided to tease him, deliberately prolonging his anticipation about the name for their son. “It’s quite possible we might be blessed with another son,” he insisted, his eyes lighting up at the idea. The thought of two sons was more than he could ever dream of. Just imagining it sent warmth radiating through him, filling his heart with joy. “Hmmm, possible,” Joanna replied in a playful note in her tone. “But I think one son might just be sufficient. While you and the boy busy yourselves with the packs business and all of that, we girls can focus on fashion, char
Twenty years later... "Come on, Clyde, the boys could arrive at any moment. Why are you dawdling today?"Queen Joanna expressed her irritation at her mate's sluggishness, who seemed in no rush to welcome their sons.The Princes had spent two years in Latin America, undergoing rigorous training alongside the sons of Joyce, Alira, Alia, Elena, and Janice. The younger generation had received basic combat and strategy training, a biannual rite of passage overseen by the Council, while the older ones immersed themselves in advanced studies of logistics, business, and management. Among them was Crown Prince Joachim-Georg, his return eagerly awaited. His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure.The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble."However, she w
As if he had been waiting for this precise cue for an eternity, Xin surfaced, taking over from his human.Clyde's head took on a shape as if carved from wood, the golden fur shimmering as it manifested on his face. Possessively, he cradled Joanna’s face in his hands, lifting it toward him and kissing every inch of it, a fervent declaration of his love.Caught off guard by the strong, untamed power that enveloped her, Era stiffened, her senses reeling. She closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating rush flowing through her, a wave of pure, unadulterated energy.“No need to panic, love,” Xin whispered to her, his voice a soothing balm against her surging anxiety. “I have never given you reason to doubt me. What is this?” Era leaned against his chest, surrendering to his silent, persuasive power, her resistance melting away like snow in the summer sun.“Joanna is insecure,” she confided in a low murmur, a confession whispered on the edge of a sigh. “She fears that a fated mate might sudd
As they stood before the grand, imposing doors of the Palace, Butler Clark came before them, his presence as steady as the ancient stones of the building itself.Clark was the same age as Alpha Maceo, but unlike the Alpha, who retained a youthful vigor, the signs of aging were etched deeply into the butler's face, revealing his years of service and loyal duty. Moreover, the butler was not as athletically built, nor did he move with the same fluid grace as Maceo.“Alpha, are you here to speak with the King?” he asked the visitor icy calm, his tone devoid of any warmth. “Please, follow me, the family is on the back terrace, enjoying a moment of respite now that Queen Joanna needs her strength.”Before the Alpha could offer a reply, Clark turned on his heel, clearly expecting the pair to follow him without question.The Alpha and his granddaughter exchanged a surprised glance, before stepping into the grand foyer. They walked through a long, winding corridor, passing a bustling, fragrant
"What did you say?" Alpha Maceo of the Falcon Crest pack thundered, his voice reverberating through the sterile confines of the Royal doctor's office. "Man, run the tests again! This… this cannot be true!"His face, normally a picture of composure and quiet strength, was now flushed crimson, a mask of disbelief and rising fury. He glared at Doctor Andrew, who sat calmly across the polished mahogany desk, his expression carefully neutral. Andrew held out the thin sheets of paper with the results.He read the conclusions aloud, his voice steady, each word a hammer blow to Maceo's bewildered mind, shattering the carefully constructed facade of his reality."Alpha, these are simple English words, and I assure you, I read them correctly," Doctor Andrew sighed, his eyes reflecting a quiet understanding of the turmoil raging within the older man. "And I assure you, I have run these tests five times. I could hardly believe it myself. But your wolf knows the truth. During the collaboration to
Nervously Sybille stepped into her new mate's apartment.Even though they had spent hours together in the vehicle returning to the pack, he had barely spoken to her. Kenrick had worked on his iPad the entire trip. He checked news channels reporting on events in the Kingdom and Woodland. He was meticulous, his brow furrowed in concentration.His phone also constantly buzzed and vibrated.His colleagues worldwide wanted his personal account of the events surrounding Alpha Abel and the Royals. He answered them with clipped, precise words, his voice a low rumble.Although he always treated her respectfully, she could clearly feel his underlying power.Kenrick was definitely Alpha material. His dominance and confidence radiated from him. The intense look in his eyes demanded obedience. His strong grip on her hand, when he did touch her, revealed his inner strength.Sybille knew she should not underestimate him.She had not interacted much with him before. Her attention was constantly focus
In Woodland, a convoy of vehicles, somber and silent, rolled to a halt before the imposing, massive gates.Three vehicles peeled away from the main group, one of them a hearse carrying the body of the fallen Alpha Abel. A lone warrior approached the lead vehicle, where Kenrick sat in the back with Sybille.As the guard drew closer, he inhaled deeply, his senses sharp, and his eyes widened in shock."Alpha Kenrick," he stammered, disbelief thick in his voice. "We received no word of your arrival. We knew Alpha Abel was defeated since the pack link with him was severed, but the circumstances were shrouded in rumors."The warrior sprinted back towards the gates and pressed a button.The heavy gates began to slide open, granting the cars access to the pack lands. He sent an alert through the mind link, informing the pack of Kenrick's sudden arrival.A flurry of activity erupted within the packhouse.There was no time for formal celebrations or to prepare a grand welcome. Everyone rushed t
“Clyde,” Joanna murmured weak as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his.The Crown Prince, his face carved in relief and overflowing with joy, kissed her all over her face as his heart is overflowing with gratitude. The past few minutes had been a terrifying ordeal for the entire family, a roller coaster of emotions that had left them breathless.“Yes, I’m here with you,” Clyde beamed emotionally. “You scared the hell out of me, my love. What would become of me without you by my side? If you ever decide to leave, don’t forget to take me with you, this life is nothing without you.”Joanna smiled, her eyes filled with a deep, unwavering love.With difficulty, she lifted her hand to stroke his face, her touch feather-light, her eyes shining with an affection that transcended words.“Will you mark me now? Make me your legal wife and my werewolf mate?”The Crown Prince laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief, and pulled her tightly against him, his tears glistening in the
Crown Prince Clyde stood at the head of the large Council Board table, his posture rigid as the hall began to fill with spectators, their eyes eager and whispers buzzing with anticipation.Everyone was curious about the recent, chaotic events, and it was crucial to provide clear explanations, to dispel the confusion that hung heavily in the air. Once everyone had taken their seats and the Royals stood at some distance in front of him, Clyde addressed the attendees, his voice resonating with a solemn gravity.“As you all know, my wife, Joanna, was the fated mate of Alpha Abel,” he stated the obvious. “With his death, the bond was broken, not only with the marked mate but also with my wife. But Joanna is human, and she carries my twin pups, which adds an immense burden to her already fragile state.”He paused, letting his words sink in, as he heard gasps of shock ripple through the room.Some whispered among themselves, their voices laced with accusation, blaming him for what had happen
"Jace, I can’t bear to lose her," the Crown Prince softly growled with anguish, as he leaned heavily against the cold, sterile wall outside the ward where Joanna was being examined.His knuckles were white, his body trembling with suppressed terror."What could have caused all this? Was it the breaking of the bond with Alpha Abel?""I believe so. Sybille went through the same experience, but her Lycan helped her through it," the Secretary replied gravely. "Joanna is only half-transformed, and her wolf is still too weak. And the pups, man, this is dire."Fifteen agonizing minutes later, the doctor emerged from the examination room, his face a mask of grim concern, his shoulders slumped with a heavy weariness. Clyde and Jace rushed towards him, their hearts pounding with dread. The doctor's posture alone spoke volumes, painting a bleak picture."Doctor, my wife…" the Crown Prince stammered with fear. "Will she be okay? I beg you, do everything in your power to save her. Joanna must reco