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
“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
“Hey lovebirds, we’re back. The mission was a successful one.”Alira’s cheerful voice interrupted the couple on the yacht's deck, her words cutting through the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.As Clyde and Joanna peeked over the railing, they spotted the sailboat belonging to the Third Prince, Carlo, and his mate alongside the yacht. The couple radiated happiness, their sun-kissed skin a testament to a delightful day spent under the warm embrace of the sun. The sailing trip they had embarked on that morning had clearly done them good, their spirits lifted as they had also spent some private time together.Carlo helped his mate over the low threshold of the yacht before securing the sailboat and stepping inside. As they took the stairs to the deck, he quickly kissed Alira’s neck, where his mark was clearly visible, a symbol of their bond. Alira wore only a high-cut swimsuit that beautifully accentuated her figure, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to her tanned skin.When Al
Someone in the Back…Was she intentionally ignoring me, or had she simply overlooked the fact that we were fated mates? As soon as she stepped onto the back terrace, Claw, my wolf, revealed that she was my mate, a surge of recognition that sent a jolt through my entire being.Unfortunately, the situation did not permit me to approach her immediately, the tension was too thick, the air crackling with unspoken threats. I could only watch as she boldly confronted the Alpha, her stance defiant, her words sharp and cutting. If the situation hadn't been so serious, I would have burst out laughing at the way she tackled the man.She mocked him, tactfully insulted him, and pressed the truth right in his face, her every word a carefully crafted barb.From my vantage point behind her, I had a clear view of her assets, of the alluring lines of her curves. A firm ass and a straight back stirred my fantasies, igniting a fire within me. The confident posture and the way she swept her jet-black hai
Prins Alessandro’s Point of ViewWhen we jumped aboard the extravagant Royal yacht, a wave of joyful energy swept through everyone. The polished deck gleamed under the afternoon sun, reflecting the festive atmosphere.We were all mated and happy, which seemed to strengthen our bond with one another, a sense of closeness pervades the air. All four Royal offspring had now found their mates, and my father was going to be so thrilled when we arrived at the Palace with this news.I had been the only one without a mate, A persistent void that has finally been filled.Joyce had made me the happiest man on earth, her presence a constant source of joy. Before long, our mates changed into their swimwear, their laughter echoing across the deck. I noticed that only Joyce and Joanna wore bikinis and shook my head in disbelief, a playful smirk on my lips.It looked like only Clyde and I were confident, while Carlo and Zane still didn’t allow their mates to walk around half-naked among family membe
Joanna’s Point of View StillI couldn't help but notice that Alpha Maceo constantly cast strange, lingering glances in my direction. He seemed preoccupied, his attention shifting between me and some internal struggle, leaving me unsure of how to interpret his behavior.His granddaughter, Cela’s eyes were filled with a dismissive indifference, I sensed she wasn't genuinely interested in me, her focus elsewhere. No problem, I doubted I would see her again after today. My focus shifted back to my own matters, the urgency of the situation pressing down on me.‘Era, can you hear what’s happening inside?’ I asked my wolf, seeking her insight. ‘Is Alpha Abel already in the room? What’s the mood?’‘Yes to all your questions,’ she replied dryly. ‘Just a little patience, the Alpha seems to be misbehaving, throwing a tantrum. We’ll go in at the right moment, when the tension is at its peak.’‘Okay, I trust you to make a good judgment call. We need to get Clyde’s mark today itself, I can't lose h
Joanna’s Point of ViewThe Palace was eerily quiet when I reached the main floor, its vast corridors echoing with an almost unsettling stillness. I followed the same path I had taken upon my arrival, walking through the labyrinthine hallways and quickly found the main entrance. Looking around, I saw no one, the grand foyer deserted since the Council meeting was still ongoing.I wandered over to one of the parked cars, a nice Maserati, its polished surface gleaming under the soft light. Zane had driven this type of car in Moonlight Seekers, so I was familiar with the controls, the layout of the dashboard and the feel of the leather seats. Everything seemed to be in order, and, just as I had observed Clyde doing when we lived in the penthouse, I found the key tucked beneath the mat.“Yes, just as I thought,” I whispered, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me as I settled into the driver's seat.My large belly barely allowed me to reach the steering wheel, and I had to stretch my ar
Joanna’s Point of ViewThe moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me.He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine.He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.It was as if he saw beyond the surface, beyond the carefully constructed facade of Royal displeasure. From Mariam, I knew he held me in a regard that bordered on paternal affection, valuing my insights and opinions with an unusual sincerity.An immediate, unspoken connection formed between us, a silent acknowledgment that he was an unexpected ally in this labyrinth of Royal intrigue.Clyde's words, though delivered with a veneer of reason,
As everyone settled at the enormous table in the large conference room, Clyde turned to Jace with an intense look.The Secretary sensed that heavy hours lay ahead, Clyde’s demeanor convinced him that the Palace secrets had been discovered, the truth laid bare. He took a deep breath, knowing that he would have to be very convincing to avoid punishment, to escape the consequences of his actions. Clyde would not spare him if he knew the truth, his loyalty tested and found wanting. His breathing became irregular, and his heart raced uncontrollably, it was a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.“Don’t be afraid, Jace,” Clyde assured him. “Mariam and Walther are on their way. I know you are not the only one involved in the plot to take Joanna away from me. What I want is clarity regarding your motives. I want to know if you conspired with the Alpha or if there were other matters at play.”Jace was not entirely reassured by Clyde’s words, the underlying icy tone too thick to ignore. In desper
The Royal yacht entered the harbor of the Werewolf Kingdom, and a somber mood permeated the air, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere that had prevailed before Clyde's unsettling pronouncements.Clyde's statement had greatly dampened the spirits of the group, casting a shadow over their homecoming.When they finally disembarked, they found themselves split into two camps. Zane walked down the gangway alongside Clyde as they entered the pier and as they looked around, they spotted Jace leaning against an SUV with his arms crossed, his posture casual yet alert.When he noticed them, he waved and beckoned the men over.“Hey, man, you were suddenly nowhere to be found,” the Royal Secretary exclaimed with a hint of concern. “Luckily, the King was too busy to ask questions, and I covered for you well. Where have you been? Couldn't you at least let me know you were leaving?”Clyde patted his friend reassuringly on the shoulder. “I went to pick up my wife,” he replied bluntly. “Have the
Absently, Clyde stroked Joanna's round belly before pressing a tender kiss upon it, a gesture of unspoken affection.He gazed deeply into her eyes, searching for answers, but noted the blank expression on her face, a mask of carefully concealed emotions. The family held their breath as the wait for his response became almost unbearable.“I am ready,” Clyde declared mysteriously calm. “As I said before, Joanna is my Queen, the mother of the most significant members of the werewolf community. After the King and I, she stands as the most figure, having custody of the next royal line. She is extremely privileged.A gasp of disbelief rippled through the group, the Crown Prince's words were met with a mix of confusion and disdain. No one expected such a vague, meaningless answer. Clyde seized every opportunity to show his affection toward his wife, yet his words carried an unsettling ambiguity.A menacing growl erupted as two massive Lycan wolves were about to shift, their postures bristlin
Once the relationships between the mates were restored, the atmosphere in the group buzzed with energy once more, a noticeable new harmony fills the air. Laughter and joy replaced the earlier tense mood.The yacht was heading full speed for the Kingdom, where a new challenge lay ahead, a confrontation that could no longer be avoided. Mariam and Jace had to admit what they had done, explain their plans and motives. Only then could the trust within the immediate Royal circle be rebuilt and everyone move on to building a better future. Breakfast was served on the deck, bathed in the warm morning sunlight, with a cheerful, lively atmosphere surrounding them. Each couple shared the stories of their first encounters, playfully teasing one another while enjoying their healthy meal paired with freshly squeezed juice.“How much longer until the Second Crown Prince arrives, Joanna?” Joyce asked at one point, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can't wait to welcome him. Have you all thought a
Alessandro stepped into the hut assigned to him and Joyce.The conversation he dreaded had to take place, a confrontation he knew was unavoidable.He knew he had misbehaved toward her, his actions rash and impulsive. Although it hurt that she treated him with such coldness, he realized he was not prepared to give up the perfect bond they shared. Many years had passed while he impatiently waited for her, never willing to commit to another woman because he was certain he had a fated mate, someone waiting for him somewhere.Still, he couldn’t shake the fierce, accusatory look in Joyce’s eyes from his mind.She had used the few words she overheard to blame him, without even listening to his side of the story, her judgment swift and unforgiving. Carlo and Alira had spoken only briefly, without going into details, yet she was ready to lash out at him.Yet a flash of reason struck him, they had only been mates for a few hours, And they were still in the process of learning how to deal with t
“Carlo, why do you hate me this much? You’ve driven a wedge between me and my mate! And on the very day I met her. Why are you doing this to me?”Alessandro’s voice rose sharply, a manifestation of his fury as he approached his younger brother, who was slumped over the bar with his head cradled in his hands. In front of him sat a glass of whisky, a clear sign that he was trying to drown his anxieties and inner turmoil in alcohol. As Alessandro stood there, towering over Carlo, his younger brother slowly lifted his face to meet his gaze. Only then did Alessandro begin to notice the bloodshot eyes and the unmistakable look of defeat reflected back at him. The sight of Carlo’s pain momentarily eclipsed his own troubles. In a moment of empathy, he reached out, gripping Carlo by the shoulders in a bid to offer some form of comfort.“Hey man, don’t take it so hard,” Alessandro attempted to soothe him, trying to infuse the conversation with a sense of reassurance. “They’re w