(Elias)The first light of dawn had barely touched the horizon when Alice and I finally met. Alice, though weary and disheveled, stood tall, her blue eyes searching through the shadows for the son she had heard so much about but never met. My heart pounded as I approached her. I had always known this moment would come, but nothing could have prepared me for the emotional turbulence of seeing my mother for the first time. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we simply stood there, absorbing the gravity of the encounter. I could see the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes. “Elias,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “My son.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Mother,” I replied, my voice steady but laced with emotion. “It’s been a long time.” Alice took a tentative step forward, her gaze softening as she took in the man her child had become. Her hand reached out hesitantly, and I met her halfway, our hands clasping in a tentative embrace.
(Iris)I had to follow Elias. Jasper, Naomi, Alice and even Seraphina had decided to stay with the rest of our group, tending to the wounded. But I had to follow Elias.As the first light of dawn began to stretch across the horizon, I could see the tension in the clearing before me. The duel between Elias and Caden was about to begin, and I felt every heartbeat echoing through my chest. The stakes were impossibly high, and despite my best efforts to focus on the plan, the anxiety I felt was nearly overwhelming. Jasper, Naomi, and Alice had decided to stay hidden with the rest of our small group, but I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see Elias with my own eyes, to witness the battle that would determine not just his fate, but all of ours. I crept through the underbrush, my heart pounding as the sounds of the duel grew louder. The clearing came into view, and my breath caught in my throat. Elias stood in the center, his posture fierce and determined. Caden, a towering figure of ar
(Elias)I told them all the story of Elias’s victory, and his mercy. Surprised murmur rippled through the crowd. Recondition, not killed. This was Eias’s first benevolent act since becoming the Lycan King, a decision that marked a significant shift. I felt a surge of pride in him, knowing this was a step toward breaking the cycle of violence and hatred that had plagued our world for so long. I could tell my feelings were echoed in the soldiers around us. Caden’s men joined our group now that Elias was the Alpha, and our men welcomed them.As Caden and Leila were led away, their expressions a mix of defiance and resignation, Elias turned to face his mother, Alice. Her blue eyes were filled with pride and relief, and I watched as they embraced. “You’ve done well, my son,” Alice said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m proud of you.” “Thank you, Mother,” Elias whispered. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you.” Alice pulled back, her eyes searching his. “You’ve shown mercy w
(Iris) “Are you thinking about my brother again?” Jasper’s voice cut through the stillness of the room, dragging me from the edge of sleep. The sight of him made my heart race, a mix of fear and longing. His tone was playful, but the tension in his posture betrayed his anger. I rolled over to face him, my heart sinking at the sight of his piercing green eyes, dark with suspicion. “What if I was?” I asked flippantly. Jasper’s jaw tightened. His playful demeanor shifted instantly. He crossed the room in a few powerful strides and stood at the edge of my bed. His presence was overwhelming, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat rising within me. “Iris,” he growled. “You should know better.” Elias, his brother and rightful heir to the pack, had been my boyfriend until his death. He was a kind-hearted soul without a wolf, and that made him easy prey for Jasper, who seized power after their father’s sudden death. In addition to the Alpha position, he took mor
(Iris)Jasper’s words stung, but I was used to his cruelty. His announcement shouldn’t have been a surprise. He loved to taunt me. And the only reason he hadn’t rejected me sooner was that I served as his useful prop, showcasing his supposed kindness and benevolence as the new Alpha. Rejecting me, his mate, the former girlfriend of the rightful heir, wouldn’t have looked good. But now his reign was secure. And he could do whatever he wanted. I should have felt triumphant, knowing that soon I would be free from his oppressive grasp, but the reality was far more complicated.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind scolded itself for being so overwhelmed with emotions. I shouldn’t feel as shocked and betrayed as I did. I shouldn’t feel anything at all. He was a killer. I should hate him. I really shouldn’t have been surprised he had decided to reject me now. I should have known that was what he wanted. Behind the flirting and the sex, he didn’t want me. There was someo
(Iris)The next day, the sun was beginning to rise as I stood in Naomi’s lavishly decorated room. Golden rays filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the ornate furniture and the array of dresses sprawled across the bed. I was helping Naomi with the dress she was going to wear in her coronation ceremony. The fabric was soft and luxurious, a deep shade of emerald that complemented her striking features. As Naomi slipped into the dress, she admired her figure in the mirror, her eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation. She turned to get a better look, her smile widening. While she admired herself, my mind couldn’t help but slip to the past. Memories of our childhood together, of the times we were inseparable, flooded my thoughts. The mischievous adventures, the laughter, and the bond we once shared felt like a lifetime ago. “Hey! Where is your head at? Your Luna needs some help here!” Naomi’s voice snapped me back to the present. She looked at me petulantly,
(Iris)Today is the coronation day of Naomi, and I was waiting in my room for Jasper to come and reject me. The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe, and my heart pounded in my chest. I paced back and forth, unable to stand still. My bedroom, usually a place of comfort, felt like a prison today. I could hear the sounds of bustling activity, preparations for Naomi’s big day underway. The grandeur of the occasion was lost on me, overshadowed by the impending rejection. “It is for the best,” I whispered to my wolf, Molly.“My life will be more livable after the rejection,” I said, trying to convince myself of the truth of my words. “Naomi’s resentment is only misguided. I can try and get her to trust me again after. At least I would have her back. And if I am to work as her servant, making amends would make my life easier in that regard.” My wolf whimpered, her sadness mirroring my own. “I know, Molly,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “It’s just… this bond with Ja
(Iris)I woke up to someone rocking me violently. The world around me was a blur, and my head throbbed with pain. “Wake up! The coronation is about to start! Naomi is waiting for you!” The voice was urgent, insistent, pulling me out of the darkness. My vision slowly cleared, and I recognized one of Naomi’s attendants, her face pinched with annoyance. When she left, I struggled to sit up, my body aching from the aftermath of the rejection. I glanced down and found blood on my legs, a stark reminder of what happened. My heart ached, not just from the physical pain but from the realization of what I had lost. My wolf, Molly, was quieter than usual, her sadness mirroring my own. “We could have had a lovely little puppy.” I heard her painful whispering.The bond with Jasper, once a source of strength and joy, had been brutally severed, leaving us both wounded. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I forced myself to freshen up, washing away the traces of blood and tear