His kiss was intoxicating. A primal heat flared within Elise, warring with the voice of reason in her head. She tried to resist, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. But Rygan's touch ignited a wildfire in her senses, a yearning she couldn't explain. Each brush of his lips, each graze of his hand, sent a jolt through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue a forceful exploration. It was a clash of dominance and surrender, a dance between control and raw desire. Her mind swam, consumed by the intoxicating scent of pine needles and earth that clung to him, a scent uniquely Rygan and utterly captivating. A whimper escaped her lips as his hand traced a path down her spine, sending shivers cascading over her skin. Her nipples hardened, aching with a sensitivity she'd never known. His touch was a brand, a searing claim that sent a delicious wave of panic and exhilaration through her. "Rygan," she breathed, her voice tremblin
Alvira! Come on, wake up!” Rygan panicked as he shook her unconscious frame. Elise stood atop the steps and watched in horror at the situation. There was no coming back from this, especially since the servants believed that she was the one who pushed her. And worse, she was bleeding out and unconscious on the floor. Rygan quickly picked the petite female’s frame up, and he gave one last look to Elise, who tried her hardest to send a message down the bond: *I didn’t do it, I did not push her, Rygan, you have to believe me* Rygan's distraught face had calmed as he read Elise’s features, seeing the desperation and truth in them. He rushes up the mansion stairs in fast strides with Alvira in his arms. “Get the healers now!” He called the servants who watched. The servants immediately called for Vienna and an older healer from the Beddor clan, who, in a few minutes, were already at the moon house; the guest room was vacant and ready for Alvira to be attended to. Elise, even as
Elise's POV It wasn’t a coincidence that Alvira wanted me at the party; it seemed too obvious that she had something planned for me. But I could place a finger on what she was really playing at . I couldn’t even bring myself to decline, but when all the elders were looking at me with so much judgment and hate for harming their most precious she-wolf, of course, I had to accept. Especially since more harm was already done to my little reputation, the servants and other wolves looked at me with so much contempt for hurting Alvira when I didn’t do it at all. The day of the rites ball came, and I was in my chambers, pacing up and down as I watched the sun go down.and so did my confidence I had earlier to face Alvira and the whole pack. I was so lost in thought that I couldn’t care less if I caught a cold from how damp my hair still was as I walked out to the small balcony on the edge of my room. The sunset looked elegant—the only peaceful thing in my life right now. I heard
Elise felt like she couldn’t breathe. The moment the large oak doors to the hall were opened and she stepped into the room, the whole place and crowd went immediately quiet. Her silver-lined gown shone across the room, hugging her body in all the right curves of her frame, with crystals lined from top to bottom of the dress. The crystals matched the pieces framed to her perfectly curled locks. The form-fitting off-shoulder dress lay delicately on her dainty shoulders; the hand-tile of the first mermaid dress hugged all her curves with the split by the side, riding up to her thighs to show off her exquisite skin. “You can do this,” she assures herself as she walks into the room with her head held up high, even as the whispers begin to erupt. Some stared at her in awe and envy or intrigue, while a large number of the wolves began to look at her with so much contempt and distrust. Knowing that they had all heard what transpired between her and Alvira, they must think that
Elise's POV Pregnant; Alvira is pregnant. It all felt like a sick joke when she said those words. I felt something twisted rise in me as my gut clenched, but I forced the bile back down. Even as I tried to pinch the nerve between my hands to make me feel something, I still felt numbing regret all over my body. The cheers around the room erupted in celebration of her announcement loud enough that it made me feel deaf from it. It Felt like I was trapped in time as the cheers reduced to whine noise, and for a second my gaze zeroed in on Rygan then to Alvira who grin widens from the crowd. Not only did she invite me to the rites ball to be seen as the villain who pushed her, she called to announce her pregnancy and show that she had really won. She had everything I wanted. And I was nothing compared to her. Nothing. I tried to smile, but I just couldn’t, nor could I meet the gaze of pity on my friends that surrounded me. My hands were bound into fists, digging into my skin, b
Elise felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath her feet. Her body felt sore all over, and an overwhelming stench tickled at her nostrils. The groggy feeling and dry taste from her parched lips as she opened her eyes made her immediately squint when she saw the movement of a bonfire in her eyesight. She had no idea that she had been knocked out for a whole day. It was her fault, she let her guard down back at the party and now she’s been taken to moon knows where. She shoots up in an upright position but found that she was unable to move her hands freely. She saw herself tied to a tree while a group of over a dozen men conversed around a fire, all cheering and drinking into reckless abandon. One whiff of them and Elise had never had an encounter with such a scent; these were not the same men that attacked and took her earlier; these were humans. She could tell by the awed look in their gaze that they had never seen a wolf before. “Oi, the girls are awake,” the men
(Hours before the search) He should have gone back to her, he should have listened to his wolf, but right then he was too hurt, too angry with Alvira, and with himself. So Rygan did not bother going back into the party after his fight with Elise, instead making a straight exit to the main door. He could hardly concentrate, especially after what had just transpired between him and Elise. He bolted out of the room as his wolf still whined to go back to Elise. It wasn’t long until he heard the sound of fast feet and someone following him. The scent was presumably owned by Alvira. “Gods, Rygan, will you please stop for a second?!” She yelled at him. She didn’t know what she had cost him or what a mess his life was, all for one night with her that he couldn't even recall fully or how she got there instead of Elise. They ended up walking by the fountainhead beside the moonhouse steps, and Rygan finally turned to look at her. Alvira, on the other hand, looked angry.
Her wolf had fully taken over, its animal instincts feral, and started a killing spree, bloody with no mercy. The speed and skill of her wolf’s fluid and rapid attacks were unstoppable. None of the men could match up to her strength and power, and they were poorly equipped since they thought she was wolfless, and that was the greatest mistake they’d made in underestimating her. Any one who had tried to attack felll victim to her wolf's merciless slaughter, She clawed her way out of their midst, and the moment they were all down, her wolf sprinted into the darkness. Now this was the problem; Elise had no idea how to change back. She pleaded with the wolf, but to no avail. “Let me change back!” But her wolf snarled back. "No, no! They’ve hurt us for far too long; we have only been betrayed, pushed aside, and always hurt. I will protect us now," her wolf tells her. Her heart hurts, but she can’t deny that wasn’t the truth. And for the first time in a long while,
(EPILOGUE)..The lonely, dark halls of the Black Mountains cell were Alvira's only companions throughout the passing days; she could barely keep track of the time, day, or month.It was hell on earth, a punishment for crimes that made her feel insane, and she deserved every bit of it, especially after what she did to Alana. Some days she felt like the dark halls were haunted by her sister and Kaide’s ghost, her only companions pushing her to the edge of insanity."Just look at her," one of the guards spoke, spooked as they watched Alvira sitting quietly, composed in a way that was eerie at times, making the hair on their skin stand up. Her dark brunette hair was matted and scattered in knots, hiding her face.Her nails were tattered from incessant biting, a habit she had developed; she didn't bother responding to the guards' whispers.In the first months she'd been there, she raised hell until her throat bled, screaming to be freed, but she knew there wouldn’t be a chance. "Who woul
It all felt so natural, so right, falling into each other's arms like they’d known one another for a lifetime, and with each kiss, Jax felt more completed by his omega. “You have no idea how much I love you, how much you drive me wild, Lorraine,” he muttered with a kiss to her bare shoulder. He quickly unzipped the gown, pushing it off her. The beta watched wide-eyed with desire at how confident his omega had gotten in that moment. He watched as she traced a hand from his hard pecs and abs, dipping her hands further into the water, trailing down the space between his crotch till she held his hardening cock. Jax hissed in pleasure at her touch. He watched her pupils dilate in reaction to his, and her meek honey-filled voice whispered, “Do you like this?” ”Fuck, I love everything you do, and even you—yes, just like that,” he hummed when he felt another hard squeeze to his cock; moons now she was just torturing him. “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he whispered. ”
JAX'S POV After seeing Lorraine in that state, I never wanted to see her cry again. I knew there was no going back with my wolf already obsessed with her every call; I was hers before she even completely knew it. It isn’t long till I reach the station where I'm needed. Immediately seeing the hunched frame of my two friends, they both peer up at me with smug, knowing looks on their faces. And mischievous smirks I could spot even from a mile away. ”Damn..we know she’s yours, dude. Chill out,” Michael mutters first. “We can practically scent her on your skin,” he calls with arms up in surrender. ”Good,” I say, surprising them both; they must have expected me to try and deny it. But I wanted everyone to know she was mine, and I couldn’t keep myself from her anymore, not when my wolf was already so drawn to her. “I’ve lost to her, moons; I'm so in love with her; she is everything I could ever dream of, fuck,” I mutter, still in disbelief at how I’ve been truly enamo
Jax knew he had made an awful mistake by saying those words and not being straightforward. The beta felt like a wreck the moment he saw how Lorraine’s face had crumbled. He had misspoken, and now she must have thought he only saw her as nothing more than a fling. He tried to explain himself, but the damage had been done. He quickly obeyed her wish to be left alone. There would be enough time to talk to her, and he would make sure to tell her his true feelings. Right now, she needed space, which gave him enough time to think too. The beta rushed outside to clear his head and get them breakfast since there wasn’t anything left in his kitchen. He dropped by the baker's shop for a fresh set of their renowned pie, with the pack members greeting him good morning. Jax halted in his steps when his eyes caught a beautiful pastel blue sundress in a shop, and a certain blonde immediately filled his mind. He headed in, even though he had no idea what he was doing, and bought many dresses
The kiss was intoxicating; there was no end to Jax’s desperate need for more; he wanted her more than he could ever fathom. It felt like Every control he had snapped when he heard her soft voice pleading to be touched; he knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. His hand combed through her gold locks, a firm grip causing a moan from her lips. She shuddered in desire from his touch; she felt his hand trace down her naked thighs, and a whimper escaped her lips from his touch. His hands pushed firmly on her tiny back, trailing into her shirt, touching the small expanse of her back and finding that sensitive spot on her skin that had Lorraine arching until her back pressed against the bed, leaving her a whimpering mess. She pushed Jax closer, feeling his other hand trail to her aching sex. She watched him, unblinking from his gaze, their breaths mingled and gaze locked with one another. “I'm going to put a finger in, okay, sweetheart?” He muttered with a kiss pressed to her button no
The beta scolds himself with a curse, mortified that he said something so obscene. But when he peered at Lorraine, looking at how innocent her gaze was, she hadn't understood the complication of the words he said. He was thankful but still mortified. Jax then quickly settled himself on the island table as they both munched on their food; he quietly watched the female, satisfied as Lorraine ate with a full appetite. A deep primal part of him was happy that he cooked for her. But the reason she could eat so well was that Jax assured her that Nora would be fine with Abby and was in great care. That calmed her; she felt so happy and relieved in this moment that she finally let her scent waft across the room; it made the beta visibly stiffen. Her jasmine scent wafted across the room, making the beta wolf alert and thrash around, yearning to be closer. That’s when he realized why her scent was so sweet and alluring. “You... are an omega?” he called in surprise, and for a moment, he
The walk back to Jax's home was quiet and more awkward than he anticipated, but mostly since he was trying hard not to stare at Lorraine while they walked to his cabin. "Fuck this," he thought; his wolf was barely in control, his desire to touch her and know what she tasted like underneath all her clothes was more than tempting, but right now he could barely see her face under the cloak. "Um, I don’t think I thanked you for this." "You did," he cut in quickly, and for a short moment their gaze locked; he could see a blush on her cheek spread before she turned away. Why did she choose me? He couldn’t help wondering; he barely recalled opening the doors to his home with Lorraine trailing in after him. “And don’t worry too much about your sister; she is in great hands, and Abby will take care of her, but now you need to take care of yourself. You need rest,” he adds. “Thank you..” “Jax, my name is Jax Kullin.” He tells her he could see interest glistening in her gaze, with
(Side story) JAX'S POV. . . There was a time when anyone could try to tell me true love was real, and I'd fall for it; and all the more, having a fated mate was unheard of, a love was so strong like my parents who died in each other's arms during the war 20 years ago. I couldn’t fathom what kind of love would bring someone to their knees and, all the more, die for their partner. I and my best friends have always joked about never falling in love so desperately for anyone, yet my best friend Hayden was an exception none of us ever expected. He was a goner for Elise the moment he met her. I could see why he loved her, though it took time for her to trust us. I could see the ease in her eyes, and the walls crumbled when Hayden was there. But it was never as intense as what my friend felt. Hayden, who loved El with all his heart and died for that said love, broke me beyond words when I heard the news of his death from Holden; none of us could believe it, no
Rygan was more than aroused for his mate; his tongue dipped into her coated entrance for a taste of more; he sucked and lapped greedily on her sex, causing a moan to erupt from Elise's lips from his merciless intrusion into her sex; his tongue was like a drug driving her mad. "Fuck. My love, you taste amazing," he muttered, her sex clenched from the feel of his heated breath fanning her folds, she moans out in pleasure, grabbing tight to the sheets for her dear life. There was barely an intrusion other than his tongue yet; but Rygan's tongue alone had made her climax, and now the alpha lapped at her sex like a thirsty man. She let out a cry from the intrusion of his thick finger. The pleasure felt like a torturous drag in her walls, her back arching from stimulation when another thick finger was added to her wet heat. "Look at how tight you are for me; you taste like honey; my cock would feel good inside you," he growls with a bite to her inner thigh. She flinches from his