Nyx stands by the window, gazing out at the fading sunset. The light dances across her skin, and Lorenzo watches her in silence, knowing the time is drawing near. His heart feels heavy, knowing she has to leave. He moves closer, unable to tear his eyes away from her.“You’re really leaving tomorrow?” His voice cracks slightly, betraying the calm he’s trying to hold onto.Nyx sighs softly, turning to face him. Her eyes carry the same weight, reflecting the difficult decision. “I have to, Lorenzo. My pack... they need me. I can’t stay away any longer.”“But I need you too.” Lorenzo steps forward, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch lingers longer than necessary, as if he’s memorizing the feel of her skin. “What about us?”“I wish I could stay forever,” Nyx whispers, looking up into his eyes. “But I can’t abandon them. I’m their Alphaess.”Lorenzo swallows hard, his jaw tensing. He pulls her gently into his arms, his lips pressing softly against her forehe
She really left.And left me empty. I brush my hand over the part of the bed where she was lying, still warm with her presence. Her scent lingers, intoxicating and pulling me in every time. If my mother wasn’t really opposed to our relationship, I’d mate with her in a heartbeat. But where are we now? Living in two different, enemy packs. How do I ever have her?I get up, restless, and pace around the room. The silence is unbearable, but so is the loneliness. There’s no way I can sit here all day, missing her. I have to distract myself, get out of this space that’s filled with memories of her.Throwing on a shirt, I decide to go out. Fresh air should clear my mind, or at least keep me from sinking into this bottomless pit of longing. I head down to the training grounds where a few wolves are already working out. The clang of metal, the scent of sweat—it’s all familiar, but today, it feels off.I jump into a routine, starting with push-ups, then weights, but it’s like my body is going t
I sit in my den, staring into the crackling fire, the warmth doing little to ease the unease growing inside me. It’s been days since Nyx left, but her presence still lingers, like a shadow that refuses to fade. I sigh, standing up to distract myself, but nothing seems to help.My thoughts wander to the basement, a part of my den I rarely visit. Old family items, relics, and forgotten memories are stored there, untouched for years. It’s a place tied to our history—a history I’ve never cared much to explore. But something pushes me toward it now, as though a part of me knows there’s something I need to see.The stairs creak as I descend, the air becoming cooler and heavier with each step. Dust swirls in the faint light that filters through a small window, and I can smell the dampness clinging to the old stone walls. My boots echo in the empty space, my fingers brushing along forgotten shelves and boxes as I search for... something.Then I see it. An old leather-bound book, sitting alone
I stare at the diary on the table in front of me, the old, cracked leather cover worn from time. My fingers trace over the embossed crest of our family, the Jonathan name barely visible. This thing has been buried for decades, maybe even longer, and the things inside... they don't feel right.I flip through the pages again, stopping at the part where the names appeared. Vincent—the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Nyx’s family. Then, my own ancestors. A list, but with no clear purpose.“What the hell is all this?” I mutter under my breath, feeling a knot tighten in my chest.The room is quiet, save for the sound of the pages softly crinkling as I turn them. I’ve been down here for hours, staring at this cursed thing, but the more I read, the less I understand. One entry catches my eye, written in shaky handwriting, as if whoever wrote it was in a hurry—or panicked.“They must not know. The Blood Moon pack hides more than just wolves within their ranks. Their bloodline... it is tainted. A
“Fuck, why do I feel like this?” Nyx murmurs through gritted teeth, her head heavy as if it were made of lead. Suddenly, she slumps forward, hitting her head against the sink with a groan. A wave of nausea rises, and in a heartbeat, she's retching violently, her stomach emptying in seconds.Barely managing to rinse her mouth, Nyx stumbles out of the bathroom, her breath ragged. Her face is ghostly pale, and deep shadows ring her once bright, doe-like eyes. Collapsing onto her bed, she yells hoarsely, “Maria! Where the hell are you?”Her maid bursts into the room, worry flashing across her face as she sees Nyx sprawled out on the bed. “Alphaess! Are you alright?”“I feel like utter garbage,” Nyx mutters, punching the pillow weakly in frustration. “Call the Head Healer. Now.”“Yes, Alphaess,” Maria replies, darting out of the room without a second thought.Nyx presses her hands to her throbbing temples, her mind swirling with confusion. Why is she feeling like this? Ever since the Lycan
I gaze at the letter in my hand, both happy and scared. Honestly, I’m feeling so many emotions at once that it’s hard to think straight. I’m going to be a father. I always dreamt of having a child, expanding my legacy. Then again, the birth of our child means that the curse will come true. What should I do? If the Elders come to know this, they won’t ever let me out of the pack. They said I’m the only pureblood child of my parents, and that I have to be protected at any cost. They forbid me to keep any relation with Nyx. But simply that’s impossible.I quickly put on a black robe and sneak out of the den, not wanting to waste a single moment. Our child will be a gift, but also a curse. The prophecy has started to haunt me, the tainted words on that diary. The Elders warned me, but never fully disclosed the matter, they were disappointed in me. But no prophecy, no curse, could ever keep me away from Nyx.The wind howls as I shift into my wolf form, my black fur blending with the night.
She walks down the aisle, looking ethereal. I stare at her, unable to take my eyes off her. Her gorgeous doe eyes shimmer, though her exhaustion is apparent. Her pale face shows the toll the pregnancy is taking, yet, somehow, she remains radiant—more beautiful than ever. Despite everything, she still carries herself with grace, her dress flowing around her like a gentle breeze. My heart pounds, but it isn’t from fear anymore—it’s from love, pure and overwhelming.As she reaches me, I take her hand, my fingers trembling as they intertwine with hers. Her skin is warmer than usual, feverish, but the moment her touch connects with mine, a strange sense of calm washes over me. She’s here. We’re doing this. Together.“You look stunning,” I whisper, the words barely leaving my throat. There’s so much emotion packed behind them, it’s almost hard to speak.She lets out a soft, breathless chuckle, her voice strained but trying. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.”“You’re still the most beautif
As Nyx’s eyes widen in panic, I feel a rush of adrenaline surge through me. “Okay, stay calm,” I urge her, trying to keep my voice steady despite the chaos erupting in my mind. “We need to get you to the infirmary, fast.”She nods, but I can see the fear etched on her pale face. “Lorenzo, it’s too soon. I don’t think I’m ready for this.”I kneel beside her, taking her hands in mine. “You are strong, Nyx. You’ve carried our child this far, and you can do this. Just breathe.”She takes a deep breath, but I can see the tremors running through her body. “It hurts,” she admits, her voice shaking. “I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”I glance around the gathering, noting the worried faces of our friends and family. “Someone! We need help!” I shout, my voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.A moment later, the Head Healer, Josephine rushes over, her eyes wide with concern. “What happened?” she asks, taking in the scene—the gathering crowd, Nyx’s ashen face, the wet fabric of her
I never thought this would happen. Never.Not like this. Not now. Not with him.I watch as Lorenzo’s chest rises and falls, each breath getting weaker, slower, like the very life within him is being drained away. The blood still stains the floor around us, a reminder of how quickly everything is unraveling. It’s as if time itself is slipping through my fingers, and all I can do is hold onto him. My mate. My everything.His hand is so cold in mine. I try to warm it, press my palm against his, but it feels like the warmth is fading, like the life inside of him is ebbing away with each passing second. I press my cheek against his forehead, my tears falling freely, mixing with the blood that covers us both. Healers, even the world's most powerful healer can't help him. "Lorenzo," I whisper, my voice hoarse with the weight of my fear. "Please, don’t do this. Please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you. I just_ I can’t."But he doesn’t answer. His lips remain still, and his eyes are closed, as
I wake up to the sound of rustling leaves. It’s quiet, too quiet, like the calm before a storm. My head is pounding, a sharp ache that seems to cut through my skull. I blink, trying to focus, but everything is blurry, and I’m suddenly aware of a sickening warmth creeping up from my stomach. I sit up, but the room tilts and spins, and before I can stop it, I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I stagger out of bed, desperate to make it to the bathroom, but my legs feel like they’re made of lead.The moment I stand, the room tilts to the side. My vision darkens.I feel the bile rise in my throat, and I can’t stop it. I double over in pain, retching violently. Blood splatters across the floor, staining the stone tiles beneath my feet. My chest tightens, the air becoming harder and harder to breathe, but I can’t control it. The blood keeps coming.“Lorenzo!” The voice is frantic, filled with fear.I look up, and through my blurred vision, I see Nyx rushing toward me, her face pale with wo
I can hear the soft rustling of leaves, the distant calls of the creatures in the woods around us, but all of it fades away in the face of the moment. It’s happening.Enzo. My son.I watch him, standing tall in the middle of the clearing, the wolf inside him finally unleashed. His transformation is complete. The air around us crackles with the energy of it, the power of the wild that he’s just embraced.My heart swells with pride. I always knew this day would come—the day he would claim his wolf, step into his true power. But as I watch him now, golden eyes glowing in the pale moonlight, there’s a knot tightening in my chest. It’s the curse.The curse that has loomed over me, hovering like a dark cloud, waiting for the moment when my son would finally become whole. The moment when the last part of him would emerge. The moment when the bond between us would be fully realized.And with that realization, I would lose him.I swallow, trying to push away the bitter taste of that thought. I
The moonlight spills into the clearing, casting a soft glow across the forest. It’s peaceful here, the wind rustling gently through the leaves, the scent of pine filling the air. But tonight, there’s a different energy—a charge in the atmosphere, thick with anticipation. Nyx stands by Lorenzo, her heart beating faster than usual as they watch their son, Enzo, standing in the center of the clearing.He’s ready. He has to be. Tonight is the night he finally gets his wolf, the transformation that will mark him as a true Lycan, as one of their kind.Nyx can see the nervous tension in Enzo’s posture, the way his hands are clenched at his sides. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his golden eyes flickering nervously toward her and Lorenzo. He’s been through so much already, and though he may be growing stronger, there’s still a part of him that’s afraid. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of the power that’s about to course through his veins.Enzo is a warrior in the making, but tonight
It’s quiet for a moment. Too quiet. The wind, which had been carrying the scent of the surrounding forest, now seems to still, as though the entire world is holding its breath. Nyx watches Enzo carefully, her heart beating faster than usual as she takes a step closer to him, her protective instincts flaring.Lorenzo stands beside her, his gaze locked on their son, who is standing tall, his hands clenched at his sides. Enzo looks nervous—no, more than nervous. He looks unsure, as if something so big, so monumental is about to happen, and he’s not quite ready for it. Nyx can understand that. She remembers when she first felt the power of her wolf and the weight of her responsibility. But this? This was different.Enzo isn’t just a wolf. He’s a Lycan, and he’s about to awaken something inside him that none of them fully understand.She can see it in his eyes—the flicker of uncertainty, the quiet struggle to accept what’s coming. But it’s in his blood, running deep. There’s no escaping it
The ground beneath us shakes, sending a ripple of unease through my bones. The ritual has begun, but it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before. The magic surrounding us pulses like a living thing, thrumming in the air. It feels as if the very forest is alive, watching, waiting.Lorenzo’s hand tightens around mine, his fingers steady despite the chaos unfolding around us. Enzo stands beside us, his expression unreadable, but I know he feels it too—the power, the danger. I can sense the tension in the air, thick and heavy, as if everything could unravel in an instant.Lyra’s voice cuts through the cacophony of power, calm and firm. “Stay focused. Let the magic guide you.”I glance at Lorenzo, his jaw clenched, his eyes hard with determination. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s thinking the same thing I am. This is dangerous, more so than any battle we’ve fought. The Heart of the Forest is a place of immense power, but it’s also unpredictable. We don’t know what we’ll face.The
The days blur as we prepare for the ritual. The elves have been working tirelessly, gathering everything we need, and the weight of what’s coming hangs over me like a storm cloud. It’s all happening too fast. The sense of urgency is palpable, but I can’t shake the fear that something is going to go wrong. I can feel it in the air, the subtle tremor of something dark lurking just out of sight.Nyx doesn’t say much about it. She’s focused, her mind on the task at hand. I can tell she’s trying to keep her worries buried, not wanting me to see how heavy the weight is on her shoulders. But I see the way she looks at Enzo sometimes, that protective glance, the way her hand lingers on his shoulder when she thinks no one is watching. It’s clear she’s worried about him, too. He’s young, still finding his place in the world, and the challenges ahead are only going to get harder.We’re ready. At least, I hope we are.The night before the ritual, I sit with Nyx in the clearing outside the village
The days blur together. Every moment spent thinking of the elven village, wondering where they are, and wondering what this new beginning holds for us. The tension in the pack lingers, and the responsibility of leading weighs heavier with each passing hour.But Nyx’s presence grounds me. She’s always been the strength I need, the constant anchor in the storm of uncertainty. Her words keep me focused, her eyes keep me hopeful.Enzo, too, has been a source of light. I can tell he’s worried about Noah, his elf friend, but he’s stronger now. Not as the child I once knew, but as someone who understands the depths of what we’re up against.Today, we leave the Blood Moon Pack behind for a while. The elves have called for us. They need to speak with us, and Nyx insists that we need to go. I agree, though there’s a part of me that’s reluctant to leave the pack. There’s always a part of me that’s reluctant to leave the familiar and step into unknown territory, but I know this is necessary.Enzo
The morning light filters through the window, casting soft beams across the room. I lie there, tangled in the sheets with Nyx in my arms, her breath slow and even as she rests against me. It’s peaceful here, in this moment, but the lingering weight of everything that’s been happening presses down on me.The quiet is almost deceptive. We’re in the calm before the storm.I brush a strand of hair from Nyx’s face, my fingers gently tracing her features. She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. Her gaze meets mine, and for a split second, the world outside disappears. There’s only us, here, in this room. Safe. Together.“Morning,” I whisper, my voice raspy from sleep.She smiles faintly, her lips curving upward. “Morning.”Her hand rests on my chest, and I can feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. It’s grounding, comforting, like everything is okay for once. But I know better. This peace we’ve found isn’t permanent. There’s always something lurking in the shadows, just waiting to p