EVA’S POVI was sprawled on my bed, the soft hum of the ceiling fan above me, its rhythm steady but doing nothing to calm the storm in my chest. My fingers traced idle patterns on the sheets as I stared at the ceiling, a stupid, giddy grin plastered across my face.My mind kept circling back to him. Coby. Alpha Coby. The man who always seemed carved from stone, his emotions locked behind walls I could never scale. But last night… last night, those walls had crumbled. Last night, he had been mine.I closed my eyes, letting the memory wrap around me like a warm blanket. His hands—rough yet deliberate—gripping my hips, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough. The way his eyes had locked onto mine, dark and intense, like I was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.My stomach fluttered, heat pooling low in my core just thinking about it. I could still feel the ghost of his touch, the way he’d moved inside me, desperate and unrelenting, as if he were trying to drown in me. And I’
Eva's POVHis hardness responded instantly, growing under the ministrations of my tongue and lips. The salty taste of him, the smooth, hard texture of his cock against my tongue overwhelmed my senses.I licked from base to tip, the ridge of his head sending shivers through me. Then, I focused on the head, sucking it with a fervor that made him shudder, my lips and cheeks hollowing with each pull."You like this?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, my eyes locked onto his, watching his pupils dilate with pleasure. I continued to stroke him, my hands slick with his excitement, my touch firm yet gentle. "You like how I suck and stroke your cock together?"Coby could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps. A moan spilled from him, vibrating in the air between us.I laughed, the sound deep and throaty, filled with delight at his reaction. The vibration of my chuckle sent ripples through where my mouth still lingered. I kept the pace, watching his face twist with pleasure, his skin flu
Eva’s POVHe worked his fourth finger into me, filling me to the brim. The tightness was exquisite—almost too much—but I lifted my hips, craving more. His fingers hit every spot, the pressure making me feel like I might burst. His gaze was intense, watching me unravel under his touch.I closed my eyes, drowning in ecstasy. My fingers found my clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation, while my other hand beat a frantic rhythm on the couch. My breath quickened, and my heart raced."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, each word louder and more desperate. My voice broke into high-pitched, wordless screams as the pleasure crested. My body tensed, suspended in a moment of bliss, before I fell apart, shaking. My legs quivered, and my breath came in deep, heaving gulps as I felt every pulse of my climax.His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief. "You like that?" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble of excitement."Fuck yeah," I gasped, my voice quivering with raw desire
XAVIER’S POVThe weight of the reports in my hands felt heavier than usual, the words blurring as my mind wandered. The faint scratch of the pen against paper, the hum of the fireplace—it all faded into the background. My thoughts were a storm, swirling with questions I couldn’t answer.Then, a knock. Sharp. Insistent.I blinked, pulling myself back to the present.“Come in,” I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest.The door creaked open, and one of my guards stepped inside, his head bowed.“Alpha, there’s someone here to see you.”I frowned, setting the papers down. “Who?”“Eva.” His voice was low, cautious. “She says it’s urgent.”Eva.The name alone made my jaw tighten. The last time she’d stood before me, her defiance had been palpable—her answers clipped and evasive. She’d insisted she knew nothing, her loyalty to Elijah as clear as the disdain in her eyes.And now she was here.“Let her in,” I said, leaning back in my chair. My fingers drummed against the
XAVIER’S POVThe moment Eva left, the door clicked shut, and the room seemed to shrink around me. My chest tightened, my breath coming in shallow bursts. Rage—hot, searing, and alive—curled inside me like a beast, its claws digging into my ribs. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t think. The image of my son—his small, fragile body, his laughter, his innocence—flashed before me, and the fury surged, white-hot and unrelenting. I needed to face him. The man who had dared to plan to hurt what was mine. Elijah. The dungeon was a tomb of shadows, its air thick with the stench of damp stone and despair. Torches flickered weakly, their light barely clinging to the walls as I descended the narrow staircase. Each step echoed, a hollow drumbeat that matched the pounding in my skull. The guards at the bottom straightened as I approached, their heads bowing in silent respect. I didn’t acknowledge them. My focus was razor-sharp, my purpose unyielding. The iron door to Elijah’s cell loomed before me,
ELIJAH’S POVThe cold stone floor bit into my cheek, its rough surface a cruel reminder of where I was—broken, bleeding, and trapped. My chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, each breath a jagged knife scraping against my ribs. The air was thick with the stench of blood and damp rot, clinging to my throat like a suffocating hand. My shoulder screamed, the deep gashes from Xavier’s claws pulsing with a heat that felt alive, like fire ants gnawing at my flesh. Blood seeped from the wounds, warm and sticky, pooling beneath me. I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding so hard I thought they might crack. Damn him. Damn Xavier and his monstrous strength. I hated this—hated the weakness, the helplessness. My body trembled as I pushed myself up, my palms slipping on the slick stone. The room tilted, darkness creeping into the edges of my vision, but I blinked it away. Weakness wasn’t an option. Not now. Not ever. My mind raced, a storm of anger and suspicion. Someone had betrayed me. So
LILY’S POVThe morning sun spilled over the pack lands like liquid gold, its warmth kissing my skin as I walked down the familiar dirt path. My chest felt light, as if a weight I’d carried for years had finally been lifted.I couldn’t help but skip a little, my feet barely touching the ground. The breeze tangled in my hair, carrying the sweet, earthy scent of wildflowers. It was the kind of morning that made you believe in new beginnings.For the first time in forever, I felt free. Truly, deeply free.Just yesterday, the news had come—Elder Elijah was behind bars. The man who had haunted my dreams, who had twisted my life into a cage of fear, was gone. No more shadows. No more looking over my shoulder. No more suffocating under the weight of his control. I could breathe again.And I could be with Andrew. Really be with him. No more stolen moments, no more pretending. The thought sent a thrill through me, my heart racing as I neared his house. I barely had time to raise my hand to knoc
EVA’S POV A week had passed since I stood before Alpha Xavier, my voice trembling but steady as I exposed Elder Elijah’s crimes. I had agreed to testify, to ensure justice for the lives he’d destroyed and the trust he’d shattered. But now, as the day of the council meeting loomed, a suffocating dread coiled around my chest, tightening with every breath. Something felt wrong. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t shake it. The unease clawed at me, a quiet, insistent whisper in the back of my mind: *This won’t end well.* Alpha Coby’s words echoed in my head, his voice steady, his eyes earnest. “We’ll see this through together, Eva.” But where was he now? He avoided me in public, his touch reserved for fleeting moments behind closed doors, his promises hollow. I was a fool to believe him—a pawn in his game, another means to an end. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms as I paced my living room. The walls seemed to close in, the air heavy with the scent of coming rain. My t
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XAVIER’S POVThe pack house buzzed with restless energy. Everywhere I turned, someone was hovering—bringing me water, adjusting the blankets around me, their eyes flickering with unspoken fear.I forced a smile, waving them off. "Come on, kids. It’s nothing serious," I insisted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just need rest."But Hannah—Gods, Hannah—she saw right through me.Her fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her deep blue eyes searching mine like she could pry the truth straight from my soul. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I’m fine, love." The lie tasted bitter in my mouth.She didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. Within minutes, the pack doctor was summoned, his weathered hands pressing, prodding, listening. But when he stepped back, his frown only deepened. "Nothing’s physically wrong with the Alpha," he admitted, confusion lacing his words.The moment the door clicked shut
XAVIER’S POVThree more years.Had it really been three more years since that day? Time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, each moment fleeting, each memory a fragile thing. The morning air was crisp as I stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles ease.Today was a special day—one of those rare moments I got to spend alone with my little girl. While Jackson and Liam trained with the warriors, I had promised Laila a run through the woods.The shift came like a second breath—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, fur erupting across my skin. My Lycan form towered over her, massive and powerful, but to Laila? I was just her ride. Though she was already twelve years old, she was still my little girl as her small hands gripped my fur.“Ready, Daddy?” she chirped, fingers twitching at her sides like she could barely contain herself.I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Hold on tight.” As soon as I felt she was secure, I took off, sprinting through the dense forest. Her laughter rang
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just watc
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo