Vivian's POVReluctantly, I stepped between Elijah and Eva. "That's my girl," Eva squealed in excitement, hugging me close. Elijah turned me back to face him and claimed my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it while Eva's hand slipped into my blouse and began to pinch my already hard nipple.Waves of tingling sensation shot up my body like a spark of electricity, and I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.I broke off our kiss and slipped Elder Elijah's cock into my mouth, sucking on the tip while Eva ran her tongue up and down his shaft. After half a minute of this, we switched, with Eva taking his cock in her mouth while I wet his shaft with my tongue."Yeah, just like that," Elder Elijah said, watching intently. From his expression, I could tell he'd never been with two girls at the same time before, and so far, it was immensely satisfying.I dropped my head down a bit and pushed towards him, allowing me to take his balls in
Vivian's POVElder Elijah did what he could, rising up a bit to give himself more leverage. Then, using that leverage, he hammered his cock as far into Eva's pussy as it would go. He slammed his hips up against her ass, making it jiggle with every pump."Yeah, baby, yeah!" Eva cried, turning her head to look back at him. "Just like that! Just like that! Keep fucking me! You're going to make me cum! You're going to make me fucking cum!"Even though he was running out of steam and desperately needed a break, Elder Elijah continued fucking Eva with reckless abandon. He gave her what she wanted, knowing that the harder he fucked her, the sooner she would cum, and the sooner she cummed, the sooner he could catch his breath.With this in mind, Elder Elijah reached out and grabbed a handful of Eva's hair, yanking it back to force her to arch her back to relieve the pressure.Eva let out a yelp of pleasure, and Elder Elijah knew he had her. She loved getting her hair pulled; it always put her
VIVIAN’S POVSmiling, I nodded, though the expression felt as forced as a broken clock ticking on time. Eva didn’t seem to notice—or maybe she did and chose to ignore it.She pulled me into another hug, her arms warm and reassuring, but I couldn’t summon the strength to reciprocate. Her embrace felt like a lifeline thrown to someone too tired to swim. My chest tightened further.When we finally pulled apart, I bent to gather my clothes from the floor. My hands trembled as I struggled to button my blouse, the small task inexplicably monumental.The fabric seemed determined to evade my fingers, only worsening my frustration. My breath hitched, each inhalation shallow, the walls seeming to close in with every passing second.Across the room, Eva hummed to herself, twisting her red hair into a lazy braid. The soft melody might have been soothing in another life, but right now, it grated against the whirlwind of thoughts tearing through my head.What would Coby say if he saw me today? He’d
ANDREW’S POVI crouched behind a cluster of rose bushes, my legs cramping from staying in the same position for far too long. I had been watching Elder Elijah’s house for what felt like an eternity—over an hour and a half—and my patience was starting to wear thin.The doubt creeping into my mind grew louder with every passing minute. What if I was at the wrong place?The only reason I hadn’t left yet was that I had seen Vivian go inside earlier. I had trailed her there, sure that something was off. But the silence and stillness around the house were eating at me. Was I wasting my time?Just as I was about to give up and leave, the front door creaked open, and I froze. My instincts kicked in, my body tense and ready. Vivian stepped out first, and my breath hitched.She wasn’t alone—Eva followed close behind, and the two of them were laughing loudly, almost obnoxiously. Something about their body language made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.Their laughter wasn’t just carefree
ANDREW’S POVHe stopped, his eyes glaring at me, with both fists clenched at his sides. “I’m going to do what I should’ve done a long time ago,” he growled.A chill ran down my spine. “Coby, listen to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This could’ve been a misunderstanding. We didn’t have solid proof—just speculation.”He shook his head, his expression dark. “No. This wasn’t speculation. I’ve had a gut feeling about Vivian for weeks. Something’s been off. And now, I know why.”“Feelings aren’t facts,” I argued, stepping closer. “We needed evidence. If we jumped to conclusions and were wrong, it could’ve destroyed everything.”Coby’s lips twisted into a bitter smirk, but his eyes—dark and stormy—betrayed something deeper, something raw. He stepped forward, his voice sharp as a razor. “You’re serious? Now, of all times, you want to second-guess me?”His tone sliced through the tension, leaving a sting in its wake. “After everything? After everything you’ve seen, you want me to
LILY’S POVI stood outside Andrew’s door, feeling the familiar flutter in my chest that always came with the thought of seeing him. It was ridiculous, really, how much of an effect he had on me, even after everything we’d been through together.I smoothed down my hair and adjusted my smile. I didn’t want to look as nervous as I felt. He had been so busy lately that we barely saw each other, only exchanging quick texts during the day and before bed.Whatever was going on with him, I told myself I’d figure it out. I always did. When he opened the door, the look on his face caught me off guard.His eyes were stormy—filled with worry, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. But as soon as he saw me standing there, his expression shifted.His beautiful lips curved into that lopsided smile I adored, and I could almost see the tension melting from his shoulders.“Hey, handsome,” I said softly, stepping closer to him.Before I could say another word, he pulled me into one of his bon
LILY'S POV“There’s nothing we can do,” Andrew said, his voice heavy with resignation. “Let’s just hope they don’t end up killing each other wherever they are.”I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. What could I have said to that? The tension between Coby and Vivian wasn’t something I had been aware of until now, but hearing Andrew say it out loud made it feel even more real—and dangerous.As we walked back to his house, his hand firmly holding mine, the silence between us stretched. I glanced at him now and then, but his eyes were distant, his brows furrowed in deep thought.He was worried. That much was obvious. Despite everything, he cared deeply about his Alpha and Luna, even if I didn’t think Vivian deserved the title.By the time we got back to his place, the weight of the night seemed to press even heavier on both of us. Andrew dropped onto the couch, rubbing his face with his hands, while I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.“Do you want some water?” I asked sof
VIVIAN’S POVThe hum of the car filled the silence—a low, steady sound that echoed the unease building inside me. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out into the darkness as the road stretched endlessly ahead.Coby hadn’t said a damn word since we left the shadow moon pack, and the longer we drove, the more I realized how stupid I had been not to ask questions.What exactly was I thinking? I came home, exhausted after a long day with Eva and Elijah, and there he was, telling me to get in the car.I didn’t even ask why or where we were going—I just went along. And Now, hours later, with nothing but the dim glow of the dashboard and his silence for company, I felt like an idiot to say the least.I turned my head to look at him. His face was set, his eyes locked on the road like it held some kind of answer. His hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles pale under the faint light.“Coby,” I said, breaking the silence, though my voice sounded smaller than I intended. “Where the hell are we g
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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