LILY’S POVAndrew’s arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket, his skin radiating heat against mine. I rested my cheek on his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat drummed softly beneath my ear. It was faster than usual, but so was mine—as if our hearts had found their own secret dance.I tilted my head, catching his gaze. His deep brown eyes held an unspoken tenderness, the kind that made my chest ache in the best way. He smiled—a smile so genuine it seemed to brighten even the dim light around us.“What’s on your mind?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear his answer or just bask in the silence between us.Andrew chuckled, the sound a low vibration against my skin. “I was just thinking…” He paused, his lips quirking as though holding back something important.“Thinking what?” I pressed, raising an eyebrow.He shifted slightly, pulling me closer. “That I don’t know what I did to deserve this—to deserve you,” he admitted, his voice sof
LILY’S POVI began a rhythm, thrusting down hard on his cock, grinding my hips and finding the exact spot that made me whimper with pleasure. I was already on the verge of coming—the intensity too overwhelming to hold back for another second.He groaned with me as my walls clamped down around him and effortlessly flipped us over as I writhed in ecstasy, my climax exploding as I squeezed him tight inside me.“You have such a sweet pussy,” he whispered, his voice a mix of desire and reverence, continuing to thrust into me as I descended from the peak of my orgasm.His movements were everything I needed—long, hard, and unrelenting. His thick cock caressed my walls, igniting embers of passion that flared with each thrust. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, dominating my senses and leaving me barely able to contain my moans.As Andrew’s thrusts drove me wild, I felt another climax building within me, more intense than the last. I couldn’t believe it—I had never come so m
ANDREW’S POVI walked away from Lily’s house with a slow, steady rhythm in my steps, a lingering warmth wrapped around me like a favorite blanket. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and freshly fallen leaves, but all I could feel was the memory of her against me—her laughter still ringing in my ears, her sparkling eyes etched in my mind.Her smile... God, that smile. I could still hear the soft way she whispered my name when we made love back at my house.My lips curved upward as I replayed every moment: how she leaned into me, the way her hand fit so perfectly in mine. The thought sent a tingle racing down my spine, igniting something primal and electric. My thoughts raced toward tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to see her again.Lost in my reverie, I barely noticed the world around me until a sudden unease rippled through the air. My footsteps faltered. It was subtle at first, like the prickle of static along my skin, but it grew stronger with each step. I turned sha
ANDREW’S POVThe room was thick with tension, the kind that clings to your skin and makes breathing feel like a chore. I stared at Coby, the weight of his words pressing down on me. My chest felt tight, my pulse a steady drumbeat in my ears. He was still sitting across from me, his hands clasped tightly, knuckles white against his tanned skin. His jaw was set, but his eyes betrayed him—stormy, restless, searching.I broke the silence first. “Coby,” I began, my voice low and measured. “You know I’m with you, right? No matter what.”He looked up sharply, his gaze locking onto mine. For a second, I thought I saw something crack—the barest flicker of vulnerability. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared. His lips pressed into a firm line, and he nodded, though his expression didn’t soften.“I need you to do something for me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “This isn’t about loyalty. This is about trust.”I swallowed hard, feeling the shift in his tone. “What do you need?”He leaned forward
XAVIER’S POVI stood before the mirror, wrestling with the tie yet again. No matter how carefully I adjusted it, the knot seemed determined to defy me—too high, too low, slightly crooked. The reflection staring back at me was a mixture of determination and frustration, a man caught between his duty and his heart.Leaving was always the hardest part. Hannah’s gentle smile and Jackson’s unfiltered wonder haunted me every time. A small voice inside me begged to stay, to ignore the weight of leadership, and just be a husband and father. But the Lycan King couldn’t afford hesitation. Not now. Not ever.For once, Kasper wouldn’t be at my side. His unyielding loyalty and sharp instincts were needed here—to protect my family and secure the pack while I was away. I trusted no one else with such a task.I exhaled heavily and tore the tie loose in frustration. The silk slipped from my fingers just as Hannah walked in, the familiar sound of my suitcase brushing the doorframe.She paused, leaning
XAVIER/HANNAH POVXavier’s POVThe steady hum of the engine filled the space between us, a calm rhythm that seemed at odds with the storm brewing in my mind. Kasper, ever focused, kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. But I knew him well enough to sense when something was eating at him.He finally broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate. “Elder Luke is proving to be tougher than I thought.”I glanced at him, noting the tension in his jaw. “Still no trace of his other account?”“As much as I hate to admit it, it’s true,” Kasper said, his grip tightening on the wheel. “He has me meeting dead ends at every turn. The other pack’s warriors are pissed, Xavier. They’re not just questioning our ability to provide them with weapons—they’re questioning you.”My gaze hardened. “Let them. By the time I’m done with this meeting, they’ll remember why I’m Alpha.”He shot me a sidelong glance, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That’s the Xavier I know. Just do
HANNAH’S POVI watched Vivian walk away, her heels striking the stone path with a rhythm that echoed louder than it should have. Her usual confident stride faltered ever so slightly as she turned her head, her sharp, calculating eyes meeting mine for just a heartbeat.My stomach twisted, but I stood my ground, arms folded tightly around my son as if daring her to come back and try again. She didn’t. She disappeared around the corner, her silhouette vanishing into the afternoon haze. Only then did I allow the breath I’d been holding to escape in a slow, controlled exhale.“The Freaking Audacity,” I muttered under my breath, my voice low but seething. The thought churned in my mind, poisonous and sharp. Does she really think she can just march in here and demand to see my son and I would just let her?I shook my head, bitterness rising like bile in my throat. Vivian had forfeited any claim to my son the moment she decided her selfish desires mattered more than family.The audacity of he
HANNAH’S POVEva's sharp heels clicked against the stone floor as she took a deliberate step closer, her piercing gaze locking onto mine. Her lips curled into a sneer as venomous as her tone.“I don’t have anything to say to you, Hannah,” she spat, her voice dripping with malice. “But clearly, you’ve got a lot to get off your chest.”I didn’t flinch. Instead, I tilted my head, letting a mocking smile tug at the corners of my lips.“Oh, really?” My voice was smooth, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable. “If you’ve got nothing to say, then why were you lingering earlier? Or is subtlety not your strong suit?”Eva’s laugh was low and biting, twisting in the air like a blade. She shook her head slowly, her expression oozing disdain.“Lingering? Oh, honey,” she drawled, each word dripping with mockery. “You flatter yourself. Watching you parade around like the world—or better yet, the pack—revolves around you is just too entertaining. Newsflash, Hannah: it doesn’t.”My fists clenched i
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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 wat
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