Elara's POV:The taste of Arthur's kiss lingered on my lips, and words couldn't explain how much I enjoyed his lips on mine.His hands jerked up my waist, and roamed over my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt, which I still wore, and it sent shivers down my spine.Arthur's kisses grew more insistent, more urgent, and I felt his hands begin to wander, tracing the curve of my waist, moving lower until his fingers brushed the hem of the shirt. My breath hitched as his hand slid up my thigh, his touch both electrifying and calming in the same instant.He paused, sensing my tension, and pulled back slightly to look into my eyes. "Elara," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "you don't look okay. Are you sure you want to do this?" I paused for a while and then responded with a small nod, trying not to come off as too overwhelming or too enthusiastic."Okay. Have you ever... been with
(Warning! Chapter is rated 18+ viewers discretion is advised.)*The Taste of Pleasure-2***Elara's POV:**I moaned my response into his mouth. His hand was quick to unzip his pants, taking out his member and giving it a quick massage. My eyes widened at the sight of it. I had never seen one before, and it made me gulp down loads of saliva. My chest began to pound with anxiety, and I felt indecisive, not knowing if I wanted to move on with it."This might hurt a little at first since it's your first time, but I promise, I'll be gentle. If it’s too much, tell me, and I'll stop, and we can call it a night."His concern only made me love him more. "I trust you," I breathed, my voice a trembling whisper.Arthur's hands roamed over my body, from my breasts down to my stomach, grounding me as he began to press into me. The initial sensation was a mix of discomfort and pleasure, a tightness that made me gasp. "Ah..." I winced.He paused, giving me time to adjust, his forehead resting against
*Stay with Me*Elara's POV:The front door creaked open as Arthur and I stepped into the house, but instead of the familiar comfort of home, an uneasy silence and unmistakable signs of tampering greeted us. The lock was scratched, and the door frame bore marks of forced entry.I turned speechless for a moment, staring from the door to Arthur. His face hardened, a mix of brewing anger."Stay here," he instructed in his hoarse voice, stepping in front of me. His eyes scanned the room, then fell to the floor, rummaging through the broken furniture."I'll call someone to check the street surveillance. We need to find out who did this."I nodded numbly, feeling the weight of his concern. I watched as he quickly pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and the person on the other end answered promptly. Arthur moved away, his conversation out of earshot. Once done, he returned to my side."Don't be scared, we'll get answers soon."I exhaled deeply, nodding, fumbling with the hem of my top.Aft
*Thank you, Arthur***Arthur's POV:**After leaving Elara, I rushed to the office, putting a few things in order since I had been away for weeks.My beta, Elias, and the company's Assistant Manager followed me to the office, reading minutes from the morning meeting, and then giving me a full record of the company's dealings during my absence. We wrapped up quickly and headed to the law firm before visiting the pack house. Elara would be joining us soon, so I needed to keep everything in place, inform the others, and also announce her position.When we arrived, Elias assembled everyone. Hearing a warm welcome from them, I stood before the assembled pack, my eyes scanning the room with a sharp intensity that cut through the low murmurings. The training room was filled with warriors, each one strong and loyal, but I could sense the undercurrent of tension rippling through the air. Elias, standing beside me, shifted slightly, catching my gaze. He was probably trying to get the information
*Trust Me***Arthur's POV:**(Warning: Chapter contains sexual content suitable for +18 Viewers)"My mother would always curse him for tricking her into marrying him, only to find out he was nothing in his pack," she paused, her eyes distant before continuing. "Now that I think about it, there must be a deeper meaning to her words.""If you think it's too much for you to figure out, you can leave it. Also, I'd love to speak to your mother.""It's better if you didn't," she muttered."Why's that? She'll know more than you do.""That woman has never loved my father or me. She’d do anything she could to sabotage my life. She tried to sell me to Harden the last time.""Are you sure of what you're saying?""Yes. She’s been collecting money from him for a long time. When you left, Harden asked her to trade me to him, and she didn’t think twice," she revealed. My blood began to boil, and the veins all over my body popped. Elara must have suffered a lot during my absence.Feeling pity for the
*Trust Me - Part 2*(Warning: This chapter contains sexual content suitable for readers aged 18+.)**Elara's POV:**His finger grazed my most sensitive area, slowly, intentionally, and smoothly. My toes curled from the tickling sensation.Before I could process what was happening, his finger penetrated me, and a gasp escaped my lips. As he moved in and out of me, tension built up inside. I called his name in a low whisper-yell, urging him to move to the next stage. He added another finger, moving at a faster pace. Still processing the feelings, I felt his warm tongue inside me, working magic. The sensation sent me on cloud nine. I was dumbfounded, unable to think straight, only able to scream his name countless times until I could scream no more.I reached orgasm more times than I could count, yet he wouldn’t stop until he had drained me, leaving me exhausted on the bed. He lay beside me as I panted, trying to catch my breath. Once I regained myself, I got up, intending to head to the
*Alpha Blood*Arthur's POV:The training grounds were alive with the sounds of battle—grunts, the clash of bodies and weapons, and the steady rhythm of footsteps pounding against the ground. I stood at the edge, my gaze fixed on Elara as she moved with a fierceness that belied her slender frame. She was a sight to behold, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, face set in fury as she sparred with one of the more seasoned warriors, Toby. Just as I had instructed, he was going easy on her, treating her as a beginner.I’d chosen this group for her, knowing that their experience would challenge her, push her to her limits. But I hadn’t expected this—her unrelenting drive, the way she threw herself into every strike, every dodge, as if she were trying to prove something. And perhaps she was. But it was more than that—this was personal.A growl rumbled low in my throat as I watched her take a hard hit to the side, stumbling but refusing to go down. She pushed herself back to her feet, sha
*What's Your Price, Alpha?*Arthur's POV:The early morning light streamed through the windows of my chambers, casting a golden glow across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Elara’s sleeping form, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For all her fierceness, she was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that usually surrounded her when she was awake. A small smile tugged at my lips as I pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.We had argued last night. Elara was stubborn, not wanting to listen to me about slowing down during training sessions. We also talked about her mother, and she was serious in asking me not to visit her mother. She insisted it was unnecessary, that there was no point in trying to reason with someone who would probably never change. But I wasn’t one to let things lie, especially not when it came to protecting her. The more I learned about her mother, the more I realized how deeply rooted her troubles were
*A Future Worth Fighting For*The night was eerily silent when Arthur returned.Elara had spent the past few hours pacing the room, her nerves frayed, exhaustion clawing at her limbs. She had tried to distract herself—tidying the already spotless room, lighting candles to chase away the shadows, pressing her fingers against the cool glass of the window as she scanned the moonlit horizon for any sign of him.But no matter what she did, her heart pounded relentlessly, her mind tormented by the possibility that something had gone wrong. That he was lying somewhere, bleeding, alone. That she had let him walk into danger, and this time, he wouldn’t come back.Then the door burst open.Arthur stumbled inside, his towering frame a shadow against the dim light. Blood soaked his clothes, dark stains spreading across his torn shirt, his shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world pressed against his back. The strong Alpha who had left with fire in his eyes now looked like a man barely holdi
*The Choice We Make*The mansion loomed ahead, its grand façade a deceptive mask for the rot festering inside. Arthur barely registered the architectural splendor—his focus was singular. The heavy double doors creaked under his touch as he pushed them open, stepping inside the grand hall like room.The scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke hung in the air, mingling with something far more insidious—the stench of deceit.Harden was waiting.Seated in a lavish parlor, he lounged on a high-backed leather chair, swirling a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He didn’t even look up as Arthur entered, though his sharp gaze flicked over the bloodstains marring Arthur’s torn shirt and the deep claw marks across his shoulder.“Ah, you're here," Harden said lazily, lifting his glass in greeting. “Want a shot?" His voice was casual, but his eyes held a glint of something else—calculated amusement.He already knew. An hour earlier, his men had informed him of the massacre outside the estate. He ha
*A Ruthless Choice*The moon hung low in the sky, a pale silver eye watching over the night. Arthur stood at the edge of his territory, his hands clenched into fists, his mind made up. Beside him was a group of powerful werewolves armed with weapons—blades and axes. Their faces were unreadable, their loyalty unwavering.They had questioned him at first, hesitated when he announced his plan to go with them. No Alpha should put himself at such risk for something that barely concerned them. But they had no idea that the pack harbored a traitor among them. Caitlin had made a deal with the devil, a deal that would soon cost them their territory if the continued to play dumb.Elara.She was the reason for everything. The reason his soul burned with fury. The reason he had abandoned the careful, restrained leader he once was and was now ready to spill blood.He remembered the last conversation he had with Elara before leaving. After trying everything she could to convince him not to go, she
*Blackmail*Arthur remained unfazed, his silence unwavering.Harden’s smirk faded.Nothing.No panic. No slip-up. No sign of fear.His fingers curled into fists at his sides, temper flaring. Arthur was too calm.of they continued playing cat and mouse, Arthur would only remain stoic.“You already know, don’t you?” Harden’s voice dropped to a near whisper, laced with accusation. “You know exactly what happened.”Arthur finally turned his head, meeting Harden’s gaze with a chilling stare.Harden inhaled sharply. A flicker of unease crawled up his spine. But he pushed it aside, forcing a slow grin to stretch across his face. He was already here, the least he could do is to not mess it up.“Fine,” he said. “If you want to keep your mouth shut, that’s your choice.” He stepped closer, voice dripping with venom. “But let me remind you of something, Arthur.” He paused, savoring the moment. “If another person finds out—if either of our families gets even a whisper of what happened tonight—Elara
*The Weight of Silence*Tension coiled in the air like an unspoken scream, pressing down on everyone waiting outside the emergency room.Arthur stood by the large glass window, staring into the distance. His broad shoulders were rigid, his hands buried deep in his pockets. The city stretched before him, a maze of glowing lights and moving cars—oblivious to the war waging inside this sterile, suffocating space. His reflection stared back at him, carved from stone, unmoved, unreadable. But the tight clench of his jaw, the way his fingers curled into fists inside his pockets, betrayed the storm raging in his soul.Harden slouched in one of the stiff plastic chairs, elbows propped on his knees, fingers interlocked. His wedding suit was wrinkled, his bowtie undone, his hair disheveled from the restless race of his fingers through it. His face was void of expression, but his dark eyes remained active, watchful and calculating.On the other side of the room, Caitlin’s mother stood near the n
*Hollow Eyes*Elara's POV:The faint music from the reception below drifted through the mansion’s grand halls, muffled but persistent, a reminder of the celebration happening downstairs. The glow of chandelier lights bathed the walls in a warm, golden hue, but the air on the upper floors felt cold, tense, and quiet.I stood by the tall window of one of the guest rooms, my arms crossed tightly against my chest, my gaze fixed on the stars outside. From up here, the distant laughter and clinking of glasses sounded almost mocking. I didn’t belong here. I wasn’t part of this world of false smiles and gilded promises—not anymore.Downstairs, Caitlin danced with her guests, radiant in her wedding dress, the picture of a perfect bride. Harden’s bride.A bitter laugh escaped me. It was hard to believe how far we’d come, how much had changed. Harden, who once promised me the world, was now bound to a woman like Caitlin. And Caitlin, as manipulative and cunning as she was, had won everything she
*Elara, Run Away With Me*Harden's POV:The ceremony had begun, yet I felt nothing but a heavy weight in my chest. The vows Caitlin and I exchanged were hollow—words that felt more like chains binding me to a fate I didn’t agree to. Back then, I didn't think it would be this hard to love any woman, but now, the mere admiration I had for Caitlin was all gone, and only one person filled my mind.My gaze kept drifting toward the crowd, toward her. Elara.She stood amidst the sea of faces, arms crossed, her posture a wall of indifference. Arthur loomed beside her, overprotective, his expression unreadable. But it wasn’t Arthur who held my attention; it was Elara. Her eyes didn’t flicker with anger, sadness, or even contempt. There was... nothing. It was as if I didn’t exist to her anymore.That emptiness in her gaze pierced deeper than any blade could. My heart clenched as I repeated the vows, my voice steady but devoid of any real conviction. Caitlin’s hand in mine felt cold, foreign. Th
*Working with the Devil*When Arthur arrived at his parents’ mansion, he didn’t bother exchanging pleasantries with anyone. He just barged up the stairs and made his way to Caitlin’s room.The door slammed open before Caitlin could even finish fastening her earrings. She spun to face Arthur, her eyes wide with both shock and indignation.“Arthur?” she snapped. “What—”He didn’t answer immediately, his icy gaze pinning her in place as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.“Going out?” he asked, his eyes scanning everything and every corner of the room.“Cait, what have you been spending your time on?” he asked, his tone sharp, cutting straight to the point.At first, Caitlin didn’t respond. She was trying to reason what must have brought him here.“I’m talking to you, and I expect a response.” His voice sounded more like a warning.“What?” Caitlin scoffed, arms crossed as she got up. “You barge into my room and interrogate me? Are you serious right now?”“Answer me,” Arthur g
I Won't Leave YouThe meeting room buzzed with tension as Tony passed a load of documents, files, and pictures. Arthur stood at the head, his eyes narrowing at the pictures before him, turning them one after the other.“Alberto Grayson,” Tony began, flipping open the folder and showing the pages to Arthur. “I've confirmed he’s hiding in Scorpio territory under the guise of an investor. These photos are from his meetings in the past few days. I got them from someone who's on his tail too. We had to trade a lot for this, Alpha," Tony informed.When it came to Tony and Elias, Arthur didn't ask too many questions because they were reliable men who had always stood by his side and would only do things in his and the pack's interest.He spread a series of pictures across the table—from Alberto standing outside his mansion to meeting with different people, down to his meetings at diners. The faces were mostly unfamiliar, and Arthur wondered why these strange men were migrating with interest