Leena's PovI stood frozen in place, my heart pounding relentlessly as the events of the day spiraled further out of my control. My wedding day, the day I had dreaded yet resigned myself to, had suddenly turned into a spectacle—a battleground for the two men I loathed in equal measure. It was as if fate had decided to mock me, trapping me in a cruel game between the cousins who were both vying for me, not out of love, but for power, pride, and vengeance.As the announcement was made—The wedding between Alpha Kevin and Miss Leena is postponed. Alpha Alvin and Alpha Kevin will duel for Leena’s hand in marriage—I could feel the energy in the air shift. The pack roared their approval, their cheers echoing in the grand hall. I wanted to scream, to protest, but my words died in my throat.My body trembled as Miriam, my ever-loyal friend, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Leena,” she whispered softly, her voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”I wasn’t. How could I be? “Miriam,
Leena's POVThe elder’s voice rang through the air like a death sentence. “Congratulations to Alpha Alvin. He has won, and therefore, Ms. Leena is his to take.”His to take? My breath hitched. My fists clenched at my sides as the words sank in, but not without resistance. This couldn’t be real. Not Alvin. Not the man who supposedly murdered my father.“This is bullshit! I was supposed to be the rightful alpha supreme and the heir of this pack!” Kevin roared, his voice laced with rage and betrayal.“Sorry, brother. Thank you for giving me back my bride,” Alvin said with a calm yet smug grin. His voice carried a dangerous edge that sent shivers down my spine.“You barely laid a hand on your cousin, which proves you’re not strong enough to be the alpha supreme,” the elders added, dismissing Kevin’s outburst with a finality that left no room for argument.Kevin stormed off, his steps echoing with frustration, and I noticed Ciara trailing behind him like an obedient lapdog. The sight of he
Leena’s POVThe battlefield was silent except for the soft rustle of the wind. I stood in the center, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. My body ached from the earlier fight, a dull pain radiating from my ribs, but I couldn’t afford to falter. Across from me stood Alpha Alvin, his sharp features carved with confidence, his posture relaxed as though this was nothing but a game to him. He circled me like a predator, his smirk sending chills down my spine.“Why don’t you just give up, Leena?” he taunted, his voice smooth yet laced with arrogance. “You know I’ll win. Don’t make me hurt you more than I already have to.”I glared at him, my breathing labored but my resolve unbroken. “Don’t be so cocky, Alvin,” I spat, wiping the sweat from my brow. “I might be smaller than you, but that doesn’t mean I’m weaker. And I’ll never submit to this marriage!”His smirk deepened, and in an instant, he lunged forward. I barely had time to dodge, his fist grazing past my arm
Leena’s POVThe aftermath of the fight with Alpha Alvin felt surreal, as if I had woken up in someone else’s nightmare. My cheeks still stung from the tears I had shed, and the bitter reality of my impending marriage weighed heavily on me. The elders had decided, and the verdict was final—I was to marry the man who killed my father. It didn’t matter what I wanted. It didn’t matter how much I hated him. It was for the "good of the pack," or so they said.Miriam appeared by my side, her expression a mix of concern and guilt. She knelt beside me, gently helping me off the cold, hard ground where I had collapsed after the fight. “Come on, Leena,” she said softly, her voice almost soothing. “Let me help you to the courtroom.”My legs felt like jelly, but I leaned on Miriam for support. Her touch was firm yet comforting. As we walked, a nagging thought scratched at the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right. Something about the fight… about Miriam… but I couldn’t piece it together. The mem
Leena’s POV My anger was at its peak, a raging storm inside me that refused to calm, the moment Sarah stormed toward me. The nerve! If not for the lingering weakness I felt after my fight, I swear I’d have shown her exactly why I am not to be trifled with. Yes, I might not be the strongest Luna, but I am the daughter of an Alpha—a title that holds weight, power, and dignity, whether she likes it or not. Her audacity to call me names, to belittle me in front of others, was an insult I could barely stomach. I could feel my fists clench tightly at my sides as she spewed venom, accusing me of stealing Alvin, the man she claimed to be her fated mate. For a brief moment, her words echoed in my mind, whispering doubts. What if Alvin truly did kill my father? What if she’s telling the truth? But then the reality of my situation slammed into me—this wasn’t a matter of choice. I was being forced into this marriage for the sake of unity, a decision made by the council and not my heart. Her
Leena's PovI stood there like a statue, frozen in place. My eyes locked with his, and it felt as though the room itself had stopped breathing. My chest tightened, my pulse racing. It wasn’t just his piercing gaze that unsettled me—it was the smirk playing at the corner of his lips, like he was amused by my helplessness. He sipped his wine with a deliberate calmness that only made my unease grow. His half-open shirt revealed a toned chest adorned with intricate tattoos, each one seeming to tell a story of battle and bloodshed. His muscles flexed subtly as he leaned back, every movement calculated and unnervingly perfect.I swallowed hard, hating the way my throat tightened. My heart betrayed me, pounding louder with every second. Why am I noticing this? I reminded myself, furiously. He’s my enemy. He’s the man who destroyed everything I loved.I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my thoughts back to why I had come. My eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, and when I reopened the
Leena’s POVThe air was thick, suffocating, and laced with the poisonous stench of wolfsbane. My chest heaved uncontrollably as I struggled to draw in even the faintest trace of oxygen. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, trembling as if they could give out at any moment. A cough ripped from my throat, harsh and raw, leaving a searing ache in its wake.The door. The damn door. It was locked. Panic clawed at me as I remembered walking in moments ago—the door had been wide open. My hands shook as I tried to grab the handle, yanking and twisting with every ounce of strength I could muster. Nothing.Alvin’s voice broke through the haze. "It’s wolfsbane!" he growled, his tone laced with both frustration and urgency. His deep voice was steady, but I could see it—the slight tremble in his hands, the tension in his jaw. Even he wasn’t immune.“I can’t shift,” I wheezed, gripping my chest as the poison coursed through my veins.“It’s blocking us,” Alvin muttered through gritted teeth. “It’s in
Leena’s POVThe fresh air hit my lungs like a shockwave as Alvin carried me out of the suffocating room. Each breath was painful but exhilarating, and I clung to his warmth, feeling the thrum of his pulse beneath my fingertips. It was a lifeline in the chaos, a reminder that we were still alive.But relief was fleeting.The moment my feet touched the ground, Alvin's posture shifted, his shoulders stiffening as his sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit hallway. A growl rumbled low in his throat, primal and dangerous, as his grip on my waist tightened protectively.“Come on,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with urgency.I didn’t argue. My legs felt like they could give out at any moment, but I forced myself to stay upright, to match his pace as we descended the stairs. Each step sent a dull ache through my limbs, but the tension in the air outweighed any physical pain.The house was eerily silent, save for the faint sound of footsteps. My heart leapt. Someone was he
**Leena’s POV**Alvin swept me off my feet effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me as if I weighed nothing. My heart pounded against my ribs, torn between embarrassment and a secret delight at his boldness. "Alvin, put me down!" I demanded, wriggling in his grasp. "I can walk on my own. You don’t have to do this, especially in front of everyone!" He didn’t budge. His jaw tightened, a stubborn look crossing his face. “No, Leena. I don’t care what people think. Miriam can stare all she wants. All I know is that I’m with my princess, and my princess is you.” His words sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I buried my face in his chest to hide my flustered expression. The scent of him—earthy and warm—was intoxicating. When we reached the bedroom, he gently set me down. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring up at him, though my resolve wavered under his intense gaze. "You’re so stubborn, Alvin," I muttered. He chuckled darkl
Leena’s pov swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "Alvin, put me down!" I demanded, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to sound strong. But instead of responding, he tightened his grip, his arms firm but not painful. Miriam shifted uncomfortably by the door, clearly unsure of what to do. Her eyes darted between us before she looked away entirely, pretending to busy herself with the bed. "Alvin, I mean it!" I said again, this time louder, my voice laced with anger. "What do you think you’re doing?" His lips curled into a faint smirk, but his eyes betrayed no amusement. "What I should have done a long time ago," he replied. I struggled in his arms, but his grip didn’t falter. "Put me down right now, or I swear I’ll—" "You’ll what, Leena?" he interrupted, his voice a low growl. His eyes burned brighter, a fiery amber hue that sent a chill down my spine. "Run away again? Hide in your room and cry? Is that
Leena’s pov When Alvin and I left, the air between us was heavy with silence. We made our way to the woods, the boundary that separated the human world from the werewolf territory. It was a place of tension and danger, where wolf hunters often ventured in search of their prey. Despite the gravity of our mission, my mind was elsewhere—stuck on Sarah. What gave her the audacity to think she could take Alvin from me? No matter how much I tried to push the thought aside, it kept creeping back. She wanted him, and I knew she’d stop at nothing to get what she wanted. My stomach churned at the possibility. Could she go so far as to hurt me? To kill? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the dark thoughts swirling in my mind. Alvin was beside me, his presence steady and commanding, yet I couldn’t shake the unease. When we reached the boundary, he gestured toward a tree stump where an old, weathered crossbow rested. "This," Alvin said, picking it up wi
Leena’s pov**The Next Morning**The warmth of sunlight pierced through the curtains, dragging me out of my slumber. I groaned softly, shielding my eyes with the back of my hand, but the memory of last night surged through me like a jolt. I turned my head, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Alvin sleeping peacefully beside me. His chiseled features seemed softer in the morning light, a rare vulnerability gracing his expression. Unable to resist, I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as though even in sleep, he could sense my presence. I slipped out of bed quietly, the wooden floor cool beneath my feet as I made my way to the bathroom.Staring into the mirror, I splashed cold water on my face and brushed my teeth, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. When I emerged, Alvin was awake. He stood before the mirror, unbuttoning his shirt. His deep blue eyes caught mine in
Rated +18“You’re panicking.” Alvin crossed the room and reached for her hand. “I’m not,” she lied, keeping her gaze fixed on his shoulder. Was the bed too pedestrian a setting? Should she slink into the bathroom and put on something lacy? How on earth could she ever live up to his plethora of kinky experiences? She didn’t have any whips or chains. No blindfolds or toys. Novelty and proximity were the only things she really had going for her. Should she dial up the “good girl” thing? Pretend she felt shy instead of wanton and feral? “Hey.” He tilted her chin. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready.” Alvin tugged her against him and stroked his free hand against her hair before kissing the crown of her head. “I’ll happily sit on the couch and make out.” “No,” Leena said desperately, pulling back so she could bring her free hand up to his neck and hold him to her by his curls. She poured desire into her kiss, probably bruising him in
Rated +18His whole body came to life under the press of her luscious kiss. At the risk of scaring her with the intensity of his craving for more, he tried to school himself into gentleness. He demanded that his body go slow. Tonight, Alvin wanted to show her he was capable of more than she thought. Leena’s fingers threaded through his long curls, and he shivered as she ran her nails against his scalp. Kisses were the hardest thing to fake on set. Alvin had spent hours practicing how to tilt his head and move his mouth so that it looked like he cared. There was nothing performative about the urgency that powered this moment. The intensity of his desire mingled with joy walloped him over the head. Alvin caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping the tender skin until she gasped. Sarah was right. He was insane to gamble so much. Too bad he didn’t care anymore. Drugged on Leena’s softness, on the sweet sting of her bite as she delivered payback, Alv
Leena's POV I couldn’t believe I had said that to him. The words had slipped out before I could stop them, and now they hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I had never intended to let him know how deeply I felt—or how much my wolf craved him. Every time he talked to me, her need surged within me, raw and uncontainable, leaving me battling against a desire so overwhelming that resisting it felt impossible. But I had resisted—tried to, at least—until last night. I shifted on the bed, putting as much space between us as I could manage without making it obvious. My body ached to be closer to him, but my mind screamed at me to keep my distance. He was the most powerful alpha, a man who could have anyone he wanted. How would he feel if he knew how much I wanted him—how much my wolf wanted him? Then he had said those words. His voice, low and filled with something I couldn’t quite name, echoed in my mind. “I can’t get over you,” he’d c
**Leena's POV** Dressing Alvin’s wounds wasn’t a big deal, or at least that’s what I told myself as I cleaned and bandaged the deep gash on his shoulder. His eyes followed my every movement, a strange mix of curiosity and amusement flickering in them. I tried to ignore the intensity of his gaze, focusing solely on the task at hand. Once I was done, I stepped back and let out a quiet sigh of relief. “There,” I muttered, avoiding eye contact. “All patched up.” Alvin grunted in acknowledgment, his lips curving into a faint smile. It was the kind of smile that held secrets, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to unravel them just yet. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and left the room. As I descended the stairs, my stomach growled, reminding me just how famished I was. The day had been long, exhausting, and utterly bizarre. From discovering that Alvin was my fated mate to dealing with the whirlwind of emotions that followed, I barely had time to process anything. I hurri
### Leena’s POV When Alvin told me the truth about what happened to my father years ago, I didn’t want to believe him. Every fiber of my being screamed that it couldn’t be true. Yet, the conviction in his voice made it impossible to deny. His eyes, a storm of emotions, bore into mine as he said the words that shattered my fragile perception of the past. I felt my chest tighten, and an invisible weight pressed down on my heart. The truth had a way of cutting deeper than any blade. I didn’t know why I felt so conflicted. Part of me wanted to run away from him, from this truth he had just laid bare. But the other part—the one that sought answers, that craved understanding—kept me rooted to the spot. We sat on the edge of the bed, the silence between us humming with tension. His hand brushed against mine, a mere whisper of a touch, but it sent a spark shooting up my arm. I glanced at him. Alvin’s jaw was tense, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were bracing himself for my r