Felza’s POVI knew how much effort I had already put in to stop the wedding and be with my true mate Chris Ashford, but Rhys was too strong and worst of all, he remained charming in the midst of this chaos. Somehow we were meant to be together but how could I willingly accept a man so devious and ruthless to be my mate! To be the father of my pups! To lead my people. I really needed the alpha female in me to stir up now because it was a now-or-never situation at the moment. “If you are thinking of doing something stupid right now, I suggest you come off it cause the life of everyone in this is at stake right now.” Rhys said as he turned to look at the terrified crowd gathered in utter shock at the turn of the events in the wedding. Even the priest saying the prayers and rites was terrified at how aggressive Rhys had been and how spontaneous he was, to act in very ruthless ways. The situation had clearly grown out of hand. With the men of Rhys surrounding the hall, the terrified look
Felza's POV Sitting in the peace of our new rooms, I still felt the sting from the slap I left o Rhys's cheek. The echo of my smack appeared to mix with the weight of my sadness in my head. Rhys's estate was beautiful and opulent. The surroundings was filled with beautiful flowers and plants yet the loneliness and quietness of the place made it very cold and unwelcoming.It felt to many of Rhys people that I was the heartbeat of a wealthy Alpha who was also very handsome and most of the girls dream man, but though all I got was the stifling quiet of betrayal and hopelessness, I had hoped for comfort or warmth. My own thoughts returned to my people, my clan. The people that watched and protected me while I was growing. Helped and teamed to evade external attacks many years ago and sustain the clan from external aggression. Their faces in the throng caught me as frozen in agony, disbelief and disappointment. Their exchanges of eyes suggested sadness. Watching me wed someone they kne
Felza's POVFor a moment I paused and all I could think of was to take a breath. I stood within the confines of the mansion and my gaze darted to Rhys's men who had cold expressions on their faces. 'Trying to get past these men is going to be a waste of time,’ I thought to myself and voluntarily returned back into the house.I tried to stay calm and allowed my mind work its wonder. “What if Victoria was right and my stiffness and reluctance puts me in a lot of mess in the nearest future? What if my clan and people were forever captured and their lands and spoils forever transcended to the hands of Rhys and his allies and the end of my root is me?”“what if I could build an alliance with Victoria and manage to convince my father to take a chunk of his time to plot with the valiant warriors left in our clan and secure a tight and fortified front for us to hold Rhys's allies and himself hostage or possibly ambush them. Because in the long run the people dear to me and all the glory of th
Rhys's POV. The night felt shorter than day lately and the weight of the heavy fog accompanying the sun as it was about rising felt very amazing. It was a calming scene to watch.Perched near the window, I saw the first rays of dawn break across the horizon. There was no peace even if the sky was a light grey with a shade of pink.I kept going back over the events of the previous evening in my brain, growing more and more annoyed with every second. Felza had tested me in a way none else had ever done. Her ego and will to give in infuriated me, but at the same time I felt an odd excitement. She needed to understand she belongs to me. I had been very liberal and too gentle on myself. I had already shown her last night the cost of disobedience. I thought of it as such. But as I watched her now, still on my bed, a persistent discomfort crept into my chest.Felza's soft breathing rising and falling dominated the still room. She had been unconscious and I had personally brought her here si
Felza’s POVEverything was moving so fast. I couldn’t make sense of what had happened. It was very strange and concerning. I squeezed my face hard and sat there, lost in my own thoughts. Rhys had attacked me, bruising and pummelling me. My heart felt worse; my body hurt. When he told me we had consummated our marriage, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of hopelessness. I had woken up in his bed and the scent of his perfume choked me. His terrible eyes seared into my head, and I could hardly look at him without feeling queasy.There was a time when this same chambers felt like a display of the authority I shared with Rhys, now it felt nothing like that but a hell hole. It felt like a prison, a jail! And I had to breakaway as quickly as possible. Chris showed up just as promised. I felt a flutter of optimism when I saw him standing at the brink of the trees close to the packhouse. His eyes reflected worry, and for a moment I felt safe. We both knew, though, we had time to waste. W
Rhys’ POV I could still taste the blood in my tongue. The night was far from done, and the shadows of the trees seemed to be closing in on me as I dashed across the dark forest.Not only from the effort, but from the idea of what I could discover when I came up to them— Felza and Chris, in the hands of that damned enemy pack. My heart hammered in my chest.My wolf roaring inside me, wanting to take control, my breath was labrous. Still, I had remain under control and think clearly. Losing Felza was not anything to consider. Bound to me by fate, she was mine and nobody was going to take her from me. Not Chris, and most definitely not Marcus, the savage leader of this competing pack.My blood went cold when I at last came to the clearing. On their knees surrounded by Marcus and his wolves were Felza and Chris. Marcus was towering, his eyes flashing with a mix of triumph and something worse. More seasoned, he was older than me and had a reputation for ruthlessness that matched my own.
Rhys's POV Usually in sync, my wolf and I reflected each other, but today there was a divide in our relationship. I felt as though I was disintegrating, the gloom invading areas I had never even realised existed. I refused to stand there and do nothing. I had to track her back-off and make sure she knew she belonged to me. But as I turned to follow the road she had chosen, a voice, this time inside my head stalled me cold. "Rhys, you're not ready." Though I owned the words, they were not mine. They came from a side of myself I had buried after years of neglecting. The part that worried about what I may become if I really let the beast inside loose. "You're not strong enough yet to face Marcus and his pack.” The idea made me furious. How could I not be sufficient? Alpha of one of the most potent packs in existence.Through blood and sweat, I had battled and crawled my way to the top to earn my place. Still, down deep I knew the truth. Marcus was not any average opponent. He was uniqu
Rhys POV. I found myself thinking about her non stop. Every instant she was absent seemed like an eternity, chewing at my core. I let Felza go, to not fight for her right now, makes me feel like a coward, a loser. I ought to have taken action. Anything. I didn't, though, and now she's with Marcus, probably bombarding her mind with lies, turning her against me. I rushed towards my chambers in search of Eric. As I enter the chamber, my heart races; the familiar smell of pine and earth does nothing to quiet the tempest within me.He wasn't in sight. I turned around and walked in another direction. I caught a glimpse of my servants who were engrossed in a discussion but paused abruptly after seeing me. Their eyes showed clearly the discomfort, as if a dense fog of anxiety permeated the air. I hated it since they fear me. For so long I reigned with an iron grip, yet what has it brought me? A mate gone and a pack that worries about me.“Eric," I yelled, my voice resonating across the co
Felza pov... It was too quiet at night. It hurt my chest when I sneaked out of the camp and left the safety of the pack behind. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous. Rhys would be mad if he knew I was leaving without him to meet Adira, but I had to do it right away. I needed to know why there was going to be war. As I went deeper into the forest, the trees grew closer to me. Long, creepy shadows were cast by the moonlight that barely touched the ground. I could feel how heavy the trees were against me, but I was determined to keep going. Even with everything going on, I had to think that there was still a chance to stop the killing before it started. Fear was beating through my body, but I couldn't show it. I finally got to the clearing where we had agreed to meet. There was a lot of stress in the air, and I could smell dirt and pine. As I looked around, my heart rate went up with each second. At least for now, I was by myself. I heard a rustle in the woods and turned my at
I heard soft rustle outside our den just as the light was beginning to come on. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat up and hugged the blanket closer. Last night's conversation with Axel still weighed on me like a cloud, and I couldn't get rid of the stress that was running through me. Luna turned around next to me and made a fist with her small hand. I smiled even though worry was making me feel bad. She was perfect, a tribute to the hope we had fought so hard to protect. It kept coming back to me that Axel was being careful. Sebastian was missing something, and I knew that our unity was in danger. Rhys walked up to me and put his arm around my waist to protect me. He said, "You're awake early," but his voice was heavy with sleep. I agreed and bit my lip. What Axel said kept going through my mind. "Are you really sure Sebastian is still a threat?" Rhys sat up, and his face was stiff. Dear Felza, we can't rule out the chance. Today isn't about him, though. We should pay attention
Setting his hand on my shoulder, he remarked, "Felza, you're doing great." "Do you estimate it would take this long?" As I asked, my voice shook. Every day I felt as though waves were constantly crashing over me. They were relentless and robust. He said, "It's normal," even though I could sense panic in his eyes. "Just exhale deeply." The air was charged with expectation. After all the upheaval with Sebastian and Lisa, it felt as though a thin thread was holding our future together at this time. Following all our group had gone through, a fresh life was just about to begin. It pointed to renewal and hope. Suddenly I felt a larger and more forceful wave. "Rhys! I gasped and seized his hand. "Something is happening!" His Alpha reflexes started and he moved right away. "All right, hold back." "I'll get the healer." "Please never leave me!" I cried out terrified. The agony was so severe that I needed him close-by. "I won't," he responded, his voice steady despite its significance. "Ri
The days after Lisa's shocking disclosure whirled with mixed feelings and planning. Uncertainty hovered in the air like a dense cloud as the Bluemoon Pack started to heal. Already we had lost so much; all I could hope was that we wouldn't have to lose more. One afternoon Rhys remarked, "Felza, we need to talk," dragging me away in the clearing. His eyes were austere, and my heart started to speed. That was a heavy talk, and I started to prepare. About what? Trying to keep my voice calm, I asked. "About us," he said, raking a hand through his hair, a sign I knew indicated he was anxious. " About the baby." I nodded, the image of our child overwhelming me with a mixture of delight and fear. "What would you want to say?" His determined voice added, "I want us to be stronger together." Though I understand things have been difficult, I want to repair what we lost. Do you truly believe we can? I bit my lip and asked. "After all the suffering... all the pain?" Rhys moved forward and gra
Tension filled the air as I stood among the wreckage of our fight. The woods, which used to bring happiness and safety, look heavy with loss. Sebastian was not there, but his shadow stayed with my pack. When I looked around, I could tell their eyes were tired. Even though it cost a lot, we made it through. His voice was low and tense as he said, "Felza, we need to keep moving." I could feel his stress as I looked at the broken pieces of our fight. We can't keep thinking about what we've lost. "I know," I said, getting my strength together. But it hurts to see everyone act this way. I waved to the other people in our pack. Their faces were worn with sadness and weariness. Rhys walked over and put a soft hand on my shoulder to comfort me. We will rebuild. That's the way we need to think. His words should have made me feel better, but doubt danced in my chest like a candle spark. "What if we couldn't?" It was whispers from me, and my voice was shaking. "What if we cannot go on?" He
Rhys's Victory The ground was chaos, with lots of fur and claws moving around. I felt my heart race as I watched Rhys and Sebastian fight. The tension in the air cracked like a live wire. I could hear every snarl and growl along with the fights going on around me. However, all I could think about was Rhys, who was tall and mean, facing the danger that was hovering above us. "El Felza, stay back!" Rhys yelled, and his voice was rough and strong. I could see how hard he was trying to stay calm, but I couldn't just stand there. Not now. Not when he needs me. "No!" I yelled back, and my voice was loud enough to be heard over the noise. "I refuse to let you face him by yourself!" Sebastian laughed in a nasty way, and his eyes were filled with disgust. "Look at you, Rhys" . So eager to protect your pack, but everyone else is weak. You can't win! At that moment, something inside me broke. I couldn't let Sebastian get to him; he was poisoning Rhys's mind. I pushed through the chaos with
There's war coming As I stood next to Rhys, my heart was racing and the air was heavy with hope. The cries of Sebastian's warriors could be heard across the valley, a sobering warning that the battle was about to begin. I looked at Rhys. His eyes were fixed and his jaw was tight. He was the Alpha, even though I could feel the divide of the pack coming down on him. "Felza, stay close," he told her in a quiet but firm voice. I could hear the worry that was hidden under his strength—the worry that he would lose me and our child—in his words. I said, "I will," but fear was getting tight in my stomach. I felt so small and weak, especially since I was pregnant. I really wanted to be free, but the thought of fighting Sebastian's troops scared me to death. As the group got ready for the meeting, I saw them split into two groups: those who were dedicated to Rhys and those who were talking about how he had let Lisa into our lives. Rhys was doing his best, but it looked like nothing was good
The Pack's Split From the edge of the training area, I could see the Bluemoon Pack getting ready for an emergency meeting. My stomach sagged from fear and worry as my heart pounded in my chest. The shadows of doubt were like a storm cloud over us. They were dark and scary. The bonds of trust were fraying like old rope in our pack, and Lisa was now leaning on Sebastian. I could tell Rhys was working hard because he was in front of everyone else. His tall frame gave off an air of strength. His green eyes, which are usually sharp and demanding, looked cloudy with doubt all of a sudden. I could also feel it—the tension in the air and the whispers among the pack members. Some people questioned his leadership, especially since our child was there. When Axel got close to me and said, "Felza," His blue eyes looked right into mine. "You should talk to Rhys. They are leaving him. It was hard for me to think straight. "What if he can't lead us anymore?" "What if they're right?" "Felza, you
Felza pov... I could still feel his arms around me. His warmth helped me feel grounded and gave me a short-term escape from the chaos going on inside me. But deep down, I knew that comforting myself wouldn't change the truth: something was going to happen. It wasn't just the baby either. The faraway howls made their meaning clear. There was trouble coming, and it was getting closer faster than either of us wanted to admit. "I'm not leaving you, Rhys," I said again, this time with more force. It was getting harder for me to hold on to the fear that had been bothering me just moments before. I wasn't going to hide in the dark while everything around us fell apart. He spoke softly, his eyes soft with worry, "Felza, you're pregnant." I need you to be safe. What if something happens... "I need to be here if something happens," I said. Together. For us. For the group. Something flashed in his eyes—maybe pride?—but it was quickly replaced by the same tightness that had been there since h