CALHOUN'S POV My pants were uncomfortably tight, my throbbing dick painfully hard. The unfulfilled urge to knot Hera, pulsated through my veins, edging me to the brink of madness. But that wasn’t why I was seething at the dining table. My pack had been attacked by hybrids. How they infiltrated us was still under investigation, but the attack had claimed the life of a werewolf and his child. I’d failed them. My wolf howled with rage, a reminder of my duty. Protecting my pack came first, yet Alpha Draco’s shady dealings had stolen my focus. That distraction wouldn’t last much longer. The cold aura I emitted made Draco and my mate visibly uneasy. Their wolves bowed under my dominance, though Draco fought to hide it. Hera, however, avoided my gaze like the plague, her fidgeting only twisting the knife in my chest. Her cold words still lingered in my mind. What had scarred her so deeply? Beneath her tough facade, I saw a woman hurting. My goal was to find out why and take the pain awa
HERA'S POVIt was a new dawn, and I stood before my mirror. The drapes in my room were pulled back, revealing nature's canvas, a clear blue sky and neatly trimmed hedges in the garden, I scrutinized my reflection. Today, I was going to meet important pack figures to discuss the pack economy. I needed to be polished if I intended to gain their respect,I had on a black sleeveless top, beige high-waisted trousers to hug my curves and a matching sweater draped over my shoulder. I threw on some minimal jewellery and rushed out of the room.While heading downstairs I bumped into the last person I wanted to see, Calhoun. I hissed, bumping into people was starting to become a habit,"Good morning tiger, I see you're in a hurry", his smile was fetching and even in the dim hallway his handsome face was as alluring as ever,"Yes, I am, Now please excuse me" I stated, attempting to walk past him,"Not so fast," He remarked, his outstretched hands blocking my path. He grabbed my waist and pinned
HERA'S POVCalhoun's gaze softened when Logan flashed him a grin. We eagerly waited for Draco to pass and take the lead. I felt Calhoun's eyes boring into my back, but I ignored the conflicting chill and warmth it spread through me.We strode through the arched entrance and stopped short of the huge double doors as they pulled open to reveal a grand main hall, fully furnished with a chandelier, rich tapestries and wine wood panelling.The beauty of the Guild of Affairs never ceased to mesmerize me, "Good day, Your Excellency. I'm at your service", an omega curtsied, gesturing to our group."You're not needed," Draco commanded, he strutted to the elevator, we followed and took it to the top floor,An omega pulled open the doors to let us into the spacious meeting room, and before us were about twenty individuals, which consisted of the high council and aristocrats.After the pleasantries, we took our seats around the expansive round mahogany desk, its steel legs supporting its weight.
RAYA'S POV My life had always been tragic—locked away, cast aside, and treated like I was nothing. I had long grown accustomed to the pain and hurt. But if I were to recall the moment my fragile heart truly shattered and my world crumbled, it would begin with this day—the day I lost my pup. It was a dim Friday afternoon. The clouds hung low, heavy and dark, threatening to unleash a downpour. The sun lingered patiently behind the gloom, waiting for its chance to illuminate the earth. And just like the sun, my only bright light was the three-foot bundle of joy bouncing happily beside me as we walked through the eerily quiet forest. Alpha Draco’s warning echoed in my mind, my mate's voice carrying its usual edge: “It's not safe to wander around in the forest at this time; be back in less than two hours. I shouldn't have to find you!” I sighed, my breath complementing the rustle of leaves and the murmurs of the creatures who called this place home. “Mummy, what’s wrong?” Lason asked–h
RAYA'S POV Two weeks of grief and pain. Two weeks of heartbreak and guilt. Two weeks since my baby's death—and I was no longer the same. I sat before my wooden vanity, staring at my reflection, my once lively emerald eyes had now dulled—dark circles surrounding them. My face was slightly hollowed, minor bruises from Draco’s abuse making it uncanny. A tear trailed down my cheek. I couldn’t blame him. He’d just lost his son, and I was the cause—or at least, that’s what I told myself. His behaviour felt justified, even as the bruises on my skin whispered otherwise. The sound of footsteps in the hallway caught my attention; it was Melissa—here to get me, for the full moon party. The door creaked open, and through the mirror, I saw her poke her head in. “Hiii, girl!” she beamed. I managed a smile. “Hey. Come in,” I greeted. On cue, she pushed the door open and strode toward me. “You’re still working on your makeup?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied me. “Fine, I’ll help you,
RAYA’S POV I felt careful hands help me sit up, “Deep breaths, Raya, deep breaths” " the voice murmured. I obeyed, forcing air into my lungs until the storm in my chest quieted. I opened my eyes, my vision clearing up. Disappointment hit me, It wasn't Draco. Melissa crouched beside me, her white-onyx eyes unreadable. Her blonde hair caught the flickering light, giving her an almost sinister glow. I wished it were Draco, hoped he’d come to his senses and admit he cared for me more than he let on. “Get up, Raya. You’re embarrassing yourself.”, she said, her voice carrying an edge, it was firm, sharp and the wake-up call I needed, I leaned heavily on her as we walked through the suffocating room. No one spoke, but the tension was palpable, I peeked at the members still gathered; Their eyes burned into my back, some wide with shock, others gleaming with satisfaction. It was no secret that the majority of the pack disliked me for being weak, Over the years I cared for their needs, s
RAYA'S POV Melissa and I stood in silence, the weight of the room pressing down on us. Lason’s toys and baby décor lay untouched, scattered like fragile memories frozen in time. The thought of packing them away felt unbearable, like saying goodbye all over again. “Help me get those toys and clothes from the drawer and put…”, “What do you think you're doing?” A sharp voice interrupted me. I turned to see Draco leaning on the doorway, his eyes dark. I cleared my throat, “I'm getting a couple of Lason’s things to go with” His eyes narrowed, his lips pulling up in an ugly curl, “You're not leaving with anything of his” he snorted, “Why are you heartless? Just let me have some of his things” I fumed, “I won't allow his last memories to end up in the hands of his murderer. You don't deserve it, now shut up before I do something you'll regret” he hissed, My throat felt dry, my jaw ticking, “You have no right to do that. Lason was my son too” I sparked, my pent-up frustration bursti
RAYA'S POV Before me was a golden light; it enveloped me in its warmth; the surrounding atmosphere was a vast dark blue contrast, its depth, hinting at the unknown. The space was filled with mass nothingness. My mind was blank, the light drawing me in; I heard a faint voice whisper, "Raya" it called softly, "Raya dear," it said, now louder. I forced my mouth open. "Yes, who are you? And where am I?" I questioned, my brows knitting in confusion. "I am Selene, goddess of the moon and shifters, you've been brought here to receive a second chance," she declared, her voice resonating with divine authority. "A second chance?" I replied, what would I need a second chance for, I hardly remember a thing about myself, "Yes, a chance to return to Earth and damn the lives of those who ruined yours," she proclaimed, her tone dripping with promise and something darker. 'Those who ruined yours' I mulled, the words tugging at a vague feeling. Suddenly my mind blanked then in a distorted blur, my
HERA'S POVCalhoun's gaze softened when Logan flashed him a grin. We eagerly waited for Draco to pass and take the lead. I felt Calhoun's eyes boring into my back, but I ignored the conflicting chill and warmth it spread through me.We strode through the arched entrance and stopped short of the huge double doors as they pulled open to reveal a grand main hall, fully furnished with a chandelier, rich tapestries and wine wood panelling.The beauty of the Guild of Affairs never ceased to mesmerize me, "Good day, Your Excellency. I'm at your service", an omega curtsied, gesturing to our group."You're not needed," Draco commanded, he strutted to the elevator, we followed and took it to the top floor,An omega pulled open the doors to let us into the spacious meeting room, and before us were about twenty individuals, which consisted of the high council and aristocrats.After the pleasantries, we took our seats around the expansive round mahogany desk, its steel legs supporting its weight.
HERA'S POVIt was a new dawn, and I stood before my mirror. The drapes in my room were pulled back, revealing nature's canvas, a clear blue sky and neatly trimmed hedges in the garden, I scrutinized my reflection. Today, I was going to meet important pack figures to discuss the pack economy. I needed to be polished if I intended to gain their respect,I had on a black sleeveless top, beige high-waisted trousers to hug my curves and a matching sweater draped over my shoulder. I threw on some minimal jewellery and rushed out of the room.While heading downstairs I bumped into the last person I wanted to see, Calhoun. I hissed, bumping into people was starting to become a habit,"Good morning tiger, I see you're in a hurry", his smile was fetching and even in the dim hallway his handsome face was as alluring as ever,"Yes, I am, Now please excuse me" I stated, attempting to walk past him,"Not so fast," He remarked, his outstretched hands blocking my path. He grabbed my waist and pinned
CALHOUN'S POV My pants were uncomfortably tight, my throbbing dick painfully hard. The unfulfilled urge to knot Hera, pulsated through my veins, edging me to the brink of madness. But that wasn’t why I was seething at the dining table. My pack had been attacked by hybrids. How they infiltrated us was still under investigation, but the attack had claimed the life of a werewolf and his child. I’d failed them. My wolf howled with rage, a reminder of my duty. Protecting my pack came first, yet Alpha Draco’s shady dealings had stolen my focus. That distraction wouldn’t last much longer. The cold aura I emitted made Draco and my mate visibly uneasy. Their wolves bowed under my dominance, though Draco fought to hide it. Hera, however, avoided my gaze like the plague, her fidgeting only twisting the knife in my chest. Her cold words still lingered in my mind. What had scarred her so deeply? Beneath her tough facade, I saw a woman hurting. My goal was to find out why and take the pain awa
HERA'S POV His touch was electric and ignited a fire in me. I wasn’t meant to feel this way, yet every part of my body hummed his name, yearning to be touched. My wolf paced restlessly in my mind, eager for him—this was her fault. I gathered my thoughts and struggled to free myself from his tight grip. “Let me go!” I demanded, my voice breathless. But he didn't listen. His gaze held me captive, indecipherable dark pools, that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands shifted to hold my neck firmly. Every movement caused my heart to race. A teasing smirk pulled at his lips, his voice low, husky, and dripping with want. “If you stripped and got on your knees to beg, maybe I will.” The way he said it sparked a heat inside me that I couldn’t contain, but I refused to let him see how badly it affected me. “Keep dreaming, I would never” I shot back. Shamelessly, I waited, heart pounding as he closed the distance between us. His lips brushed my neck, and I felt my pulse spike, my cente
CALHOUN'S POV She opened her mouth to speak but snapped it shut when no words came. Perhaps I was too direct. Too bad—I meant every word. “I’ll die before I let you have me!” she snorted, her glare fiery. Something in the way she resisted me made my dick throb with desire. The smile slipped from my lips. I stood and stalked toward her, gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger. Her body betrayed her, reacting to my touch despite her defiance. “Don’t say that, Tiger. It’s not in your power to decide.” My voice was low, tinged with frustration. “Stop fighting the bond. You’re only torturing us both.” The maddening urge to pin her against the wall, to be buried in her warmth and savour her delicate skin against mine, tested my self-control. Her eyes flicked to my lips, but she yanked her gaze upward, replacing her fluster with a scowl. She pulled away, a storm of emotions swirling in those beautiful eyes. “Stay away from me and don’t get in my way,” she hissed. Flipping her
HERA'S POVI glanced at Melissa, my heart pounding. “Let’s continue the tour at the south side.”She noticed the change in my demeanor. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What’s wrong? Why did you suddenly change your mind?”She turned to look for whatever had caught my attention, but I grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her back. My voice firm, I let my authority seep through. “Let’s go. I’m not done exploring the pack.”She fell silent, but I could see the doubt lingering in her eyes as she led the way.I was lost in thought until Melissa’s voice cut through. “Why did you run from the Crescent Ball last night?”“I got overwhelmed and needed some air,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. “It had been a long time since I was in such a gathering.”The silence stretched, but her doubt was palpable. She pressed on. “I saw you being chased by Alpha Calhoun. What was that about?”The realization hit me like a punch. The man I’d been waiting for all night—Alpha Calhoun—was my mate.“U
HERA'S POVI tossed on the bed, consciousness creeping in as sunlight sliced through the curtains. Blinking against the glare, I groaned, “Ugh, yesterday was a disaster.”My thoughts drifted to the mate I met last night. Technically, he wasn’t my mate—he was Hera’s. Still, he’d managed to ruin everything I had carefully planned.With a huff, I threw the blanket aside and headed to the bathroom. At least I wouldn’t have to see him again, and hopefully, he had no clue I was from Silverfang. The last thing I needed was him chasing me. Love and mates? Not in this lifetime—or the next, if there was one.After a quick shower, I slipped into black boyfriend jeans and a cropped hoodie. The clothes were new, and thank Goddess Selene for that. Hera’s frilly wardrobe would’ve made me sick.It was 11 a.m. when I stepped into the hallway. The mansion’s ornate decor glared back at me—fancy paintings, stylish fluorescents, all reminders of the life Hera had run away from. Turning a corner, I nearly
HERA'S POV With Alpha Asher's possessive hold firmly around my waist, I stood on the palace balcony."Let's leave this place. What do you say?” His warm breath, which was strongly scented with alcohol, tickled my skin.His contact caused my jaw to tighten and my skin to prickle with irritation. A wave of desire hit me before I could react, it took my breath away. The most stunning dark blue eyes I had ever seen drew my attention to the French doors.It took all of my willpower to resist the want to jump into his arms as a pool of moisture gathered between my thighs.His clothing emphasized his broad shoulders and lean figure as he stood erect. His powerful features and prominent cheekbones were framed by strands of dark brown hair—a living embodiment of perfection.His gaze moved to Asher, and a low growl reverberated in his chest. Then he strode forward and threw a swift punch.“Asher!” I gasped as he staggered back, groaning.“Keep your hands off what’s mine, or I’ll cut them of
CALHOUN'S POV“Kill him,” I commanded coldly. A hybrid who dared to invade my land deserves no mercy.Hybrids, a mix of werewolf and human, often too arrogant to know their place—have always coveted purebred werewolf lands,It was during a war with their race that I lost someone dear; her death became my driving force to never let any harm come to the citizens of our kingdom.“Please, spare my life, ple—” His cries were cut short as my beta’s claws tore through his throat, silencing him forever.“Deliver his head to their king,” I said curtly, adjusting my tuxedo as I strode out of the dungeon, Logan trailing behind me.“We’ll be late by the time we arrive,” Logan remarked as we climbed the dimly lit staircase leading to the hallway.“What’s the saying again... hmm.” I paused, smirking.“Fashionably late is worth the wait,” Logan chuckled, finishing my thought.I grinned. The thought of seeing my brother, King Everon, at the Crescent Ball intrigued me. “It’s been too long since I visi