Astrid’s POV“Bring her a chair and offer her a drink,” I commanded the warrior standing near us, trying to maintain some semblance of respect despite the tension. Giselle raised an eyebrow, a smug look crossing her expression. “Oh, how generous of you, Astrid,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I think it would be more fitting if you personally served me. As the head here, it would be proper for you to serve me because I’m the Luna.”The warriors around us shifted uncomfortably, sensing the challenge in her words. I scoffed and turned my attention back to the warrior. “Why are you still standing here? Go bring the Luna her chair and offer her a drink,” I commanded him, my tone leaving no room for debate. The warrior nodded quickly and moved to comply, but Giselle’s voice rang out sharply, halting him. “Stop right there!” she yelled, her tone laced with authority. The tension in the air thickened as she turned her gaze to the gathered warriors. “Let me make something
Astrid’s POVI left the scene after Killian dismissed me, granting me a short break to rest. I took a stroll at the Pack garden, a smirk dancing on my lips as I imagined the couple having their private argument. Giselle was so foolish to challenge me without considering the consequences of her actions for the Pack. She’s so fixated on herself that she fails to see the bigger picture. She had placed the Pack in danger with her ignorant actions; of course, it would certainly earn her Killian’s anger. Lost in my thoughts, I stopped in my tracks when I spotted Giselle’s son in the distance, being accompanied by his nanny. Instead of taking care of her own son like a responsible mother should, Giselle handed that responsibility off to someone else, wasting her time stirring trouble for me instead. Having nothing else to do, I approached them, a smile forming as I greeted the nanny and the little one. “Hello there! What a beautiful day to be outside,” I spoke as I knelt down to meet th
Drystan’s POVI furrowed my brows, trying to make sense of the details on the paper before me. Beside me lay a stack of documents still waiting to be read. I paused when my stomach growled loudly, an urgent reminder that I also needed to take care of myself. As soon as I woke up this morning, I headed straight to my office to tackle the paperwork I failed to finish yesterday. I haven’t drunk water or taken a single bite; I was so focused on the papers I needed to take care of. With a resigned sigh, I set the papers aside. My hunger is too strong to ignore, and I’m already late for breakfast. Even if I continue working, I know I won’t be able to work effectively if I don’t take a break. Standing up, I made my way to the Pack’s cafeteria, eager to satisfy my appetite. Since I arrived late for breakfast, the cafeteria was nearly empty. Remnants of the morning meal cluttered the tables as the Pack Omegas worked diligently to clean up. I settled at the nearest table that had already
Astrid’s POVMy body turned tensed as I stared at the invitation letter in my hands that had already been sent to all the Packs. Ryker’s 4th birthday is coming next month, and Killian believed it was the perfect opportunity to lure the rogues into a trap. He purposefully invited all the Packs to spread the word, knowing that if the rogues were indeed planning an attack, then they would surely take advantage of the gathering where there would be many important figures present. With the support of other Packs and adequate training from the Pack Warriors, we would be ready to handle any surprise assault the rogues might attempt. Killian had discussed his plans with me beforehand, explaining everything thoroughly. As the Silvermoon Pack’s female general and the one responsible for training his warriors, he needed my permission before proceeding with his plans. After considering his strategy, I agreed that it was a solid plan, and I believed I would be able to train his Warriors and
Astrid’s POVMy eyes went wide when I heard Giselle’s history in the Crimsonbane Pack. Vanessa had told me everything from when Giselle arrived at their Pack to the day that she left.I felt as though I had been blind all along, unaware of who Giselle really was. Even the hairs on the back of my neck stood up when Vanessa told me the whole story and all the vile things that Giselle had done while she was staying with them. I couldn’t believe that she had already been that kind of person before she even came to our Pack. She had completely fooled us into believing that she was a kind and innocent woman. We have no idea that beneath that pretty and angelic face of hers actually lies a poisonous witch who manipulated everyone around her. She repeated everything that Giselle did in the Crimsonbane Pack here. She seduced Killian just like how she had seduced Alpha Damien. It was a grave mistake to welcome her into our lives. “That woman is a whore. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to b
Astrid’s POVA storm brewed in my mind, leaving me restless on the bed. The soft sheets offered little comfort as I pondered the conversation I had with the Vanessa.For reasons I couldn’t quite grasp, her words felt like a weight, a heavy stone pressing down my chest whenever I tried to make sense of them. I couldn’t point out what was wrong; nothing she said seemed out of the ordinary. Yet, the unease lingered. It gnawed at me, robbing me of sleep. Adrenaline coursed through me, and I shot up from bed when a sharp knock suddenly interrupted my thoughts. My heart raced in response to the unexpected sound. Glancing around my dimly lit room, I gathered my thoughts and took a few deep breaths to soothe the fluttering in my chest. I reached for the lamp, flicking it on to cast a warm glow across the space. Guided by its soft light, I made my way to the door, wondering why someone would come knocking at my door at this time of the night. “Is there—“ I began to speak as I swung the do
Astrid’s POVI tilted my head back and curled my toes as Killian expertly explored me, his hands and tongue teasingly moving closer to my sensitive spots. “K-Killian,” I gasped, the sound escaping my lips like a whisper of pleasure. I never imagined that I would turn into a purring kitten, completely captivated by his every touch. As our breaths turned ragged, I reached for Killian’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Each pop echoed the tension between us. Once the fabric fell away, I pressed my hands against his warm skin, my fingertips tracing the contours of his six-packed abs, feeling the heart radiate beneath my touch. Killian let out a low growl at my caress, igniting a yearning deep within me. I couldn’t help but trail my fingers down to the bulge in his pants. A smile crept across my face as I realized just how much he desired. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, I began to work on removing his pants. Just as I was about to slip my hands in to give him pleasure, Killi
Astrid’s POVI stared at my food, pushing the scrambled eggs around my plate, forcing myself to take a bite even though I had no appetite. The nutritious breakfast spread that would usually excite me to eat didn’t appeal to me today. On top of that, I feel under the weather from lack of sleep. After the tension last night, it took me some time to fall asleep and to make matters worse, I had to face Killian first thing in the morning and eat breakfast with him in front of our guests. If it wasn’t for the guests, I wouldn’t have to join them for breakfast. I feel bad for the time I wasted that could have been used to train the Warriors instead. “How was your stay? Did you all have a good sleep?” Killian’s voice broke through my thoughts, smooth and practiced, as he turned to our guests. I remained silent as I kept my gaze on my food, afraid to steal his attention or make eye contact with him that I wasn’t ready to face. “Yes, Alpha. Thank you for your warm welcome. We didn’t have a