(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
*Your Wolf is Drawn to Mine* Arthur's POV:When I returned home, Elara was sitting by the window, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She looked up as I entered, her brow furrowing in concern."Where did you go?" she asked quietly.I crossed the room, standing beside her, hugging her from behind. "I had something to take care of."She stayed quiet for a moment before speaking, "Is everything okay?" she pressed.I took her hands in mine gently. "It is now.""Then we should prepare. I don't want to miss training. You know, I was so scared when I got out of bed and you were gone. I thought you didn’t want me in training.""You're getting too excited for your own good, Elara. I don't want you to hurt yourself," I grumbled."Well, I’ve learned my lesson from yesterday. I won’t go too hard, but I should still give it my best.""Hmm."She tried to pull me off, but I didn’t let go. "Let's stay like this for a while, princess. I love to enjoy every moment I have with you."After staying in the sa
*Have Faith in Arthur*The night settled over the pack lands like a heavy cloak, thick with silence and shadows. Outside, the trees rustled, and a cool breeze slipped through, carrying the faint scent of the forest. But inside the council room, there was a different tension—a sense of danger lurking beneath the surface.Elias entered, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the pack elders who were already seated. The leader of the pack elders sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping slowly against the polished wood, his expression calm yet watchful.Around him, the others—grim, wary men and women with faces weathered by years of loyalty and fierce battles—whispered among themselves, glancing at Elias as he took his seat.His eyes found Elias’s, and he nodded in greeting. "Glad you could join us, Elias."Elias nodded, his gaze calm but his posture guarded. He was here as Arthur’s stand-in tonight, but it felt different without Arthur’s powerful presence beside him. This wasn’t
*Your Goal*“The pack elders scheduled an emergency meeting; it’s concerned with your accident.”“When you get there, don’t let on anything. This fight has become personal; I will not involve people from my pack,” Arthur instructed, and Elias nodded.Arthur turned to Elara, his gaze softening. “Elara, I know you’re worried, but I need you to stay safe, too. If they couldn’t get to me directly, they might come for those closest to me. You’ll go back home today. Don’t come to see me unless I return home.”Her hand tightened around his. “But—”“I’ll be fine, Elara. I just need one more day before I bounce back.”“But I can stay at the pack house with you; I can take care of myself,” she said, trying to convince him because she didn’t want to leave.“I don’t want that. There are so many who have their eyes on you.” Arthur had always known that many disliked Elara because she was an outsider, and he didn’t want to give them the advantage while he was still bedridden.He gave her a faint sm
*Give Some Credit to the Witch*Selene’s expression turned serious as she looked at him, her bruised face hinting at the ordeal she had endured. She hesitated before speaking, her voice softer. “You could at least apologize for nearly killing me last night. That was a tough fight, I must admit.”Elias’s eyes flickered, a hint of something close to regret crossing his face as he looked at her. Her bruised face and weakened body tugged at something within him, though he quickly forced it back. She had, after all, saved Arthur, and perhaps she deserved some credit for that.But his pride wouldn’t allow him to voice any apology, and he simply narrowed his gaze, his tone unyielding. “Be grateful I let you live. I had every reason to kill you.”Selene smirked, though the effort seemed to cost her. Her pale lips trembled slightly in discomfort. “Grateful, huh?” She chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with pain.Although her mind was crowded right now, there was something she'd alway
*He's Alive*In the morning, Elara woke up, still feeling discomfort in her chest. She washed her face and stood in front of the mirror, searching her reflection for any visible reaction, maybe even a hint of fur from her wolf—but there was none. She wondered what could be the cause. Last night, she couldn’t sleep, her wolf filling her head with howls, sensing that their mate might be in danger, or probably hurt. She tried reaching out to Arthur several times, but he didn’t respond, so she prayed for his safety. Arthur was strong and powerful, and she had immense faith in him; there was no way he’d lose in a fight.To distract herself while waiting for Arthur, Elara decided to work on the plants. Many of them needed special care, which she had noticed since first arriving here. She took the tools from the gardener and went into the garden.Elara knelt in the garden, her fingers gently tending to the young plants that had sprouted. The sun cast a warm glow over her, its gentle light a
*Dark Magic Tolerance*Caitlin nodded, swallowing hard. She didn’t have any other choice. As much as she hated to admit it, she was at Alberto’s mercy. "Please do something," Caitlin said again. Alberto responded with a nod this time, and seeing the softened look on his face, Caitlin had hope that he would help. She left the house with the thought that she had to be by her family's side at this time so no one suspected her. She walked back to her car, trembling with fear of being caught, constantly looking behind to make sure no one was following.Once Caitlin left, Alberto signaled someone who had been hiding in the shadows, lurking behind the dark curtains since the time Caitlin arrived. He was quick to hear her footsteps and instructed his companion to go into hiding.The person came out from hiding, their face barely visible behind a grim smile. Alberto went to the cellar and returned with a special bottle. He uncorked it and drank directly from it before giving his companion a si
*Not in the Bargain*Caitlin’s heart pounded in her chest as she paced around her room. Her mother had just delivered the news—Arthur had been shot with a strange bullet, and his condition was grave. Her mind raced with confusion, anger, and something she didn’t want to admit to herself: guilt.It wasn’t supposed to go this far. She never wanted to see Arthur in this state. All her plans, all her careful manipulation—none of it had involved this. She had wanted to hurt Elara, make her suffer, but Arthur? Her stepbrother? This wasn’t part of the plan.Her mother’s voice echoed in her ears, warning her that the situation was dire. Dark magic was involved, and the pack was panicking. They had no idea how to save him, and if something wasn’t done soon, Arthur wouldn’t make it through the night.There was only one person who might have answers, Caitlin thought. After more moments of deliberation, Caitlin was clear in her decision.She grabbed her coat, keys, and stormed out of the house. T
*Fading***Arthur's POV:**Everything hurts.There’s no other way to describe it. Every breath feels like fire, every movement sends shockwaves of agony through my body. The wound in my chest throbs, pulsing in rhythm with my slowing heartbeat. I can feel the blood leaving me, feel the life draining from my body with every passing second. I try to focus, to stay conscious, but the world around me keeps blurring and spinning.I can't lose this fight—not now, not after everything.But my body isn’t listening to me anymore. My limbs are heavy, too heavy to move, and I feel myself sinking deeper into the cold. My vision fades in and out, darkness creeping into the edges of my mind. I struggle to hold on, to keep myself tethered to reality, but it’s slipping away. Fast.“Arthur, stay with us.”The voice is distant, muffled, like it’s coming from far away. It’s Tony—I recognize his voice even in the haze. He sounds desperate, but I can barely make sense of his words. I want to answer him, t
*Witches Help*It wasn’t long before Arthur’s parents arrived, their expressions grim and heavy with worry. His father, the previous Alpha, stood tall, his face a mask of control, but the tension in his body betrayed his fear. His mother, the former Luna, clutched her husband’s arm, her eyes wide with concern as she gazed at Arthur lying unconscious on the healer’s table.Mira turned to them, her face pale. “I need your permission to reach out to a witch coven. The bullet that struck Arthur… it’s filled with dark magic. I can’t treat it here. They might have the antidote.”The room fell into a heavy silence.His father’s eyes narrowed. “A witch coven?” His voice was low, filled with disdain. “After everything we’ve been through with witches, you think we should trust them now?” There was anger evident in his tone.Mira hesitated but held her ground. “I understand your history, but the Alpha’s life is at stake. This magic is old, older than anything I’ve seen. If we don’t do something,
*A Struggle for Survival*Just when Arthur thought he would black out, his eyes snapped open, and his body trembled in agony. It felt like the Moon Goddess was giving him a second chance, urging him to do all he could to stay alive. He fought desperately to stay conscious.The pain from the open wound surged through him like waves, threatening to drown him. His vision blurred, the world around him spinning wildly as he struggled to keep himself awake.Black, abnormal blood seeped from the wound, and though he was vaguely aware of Tony’s desperate movements nearby, all he could focus on was the fire consuming his body from within.*Stay awake. For Elara. For the pack, and Family.* His mind repeated it over and over, a mantra to keep him grounded. Each breath was a battle, shallow and ragged, as if even the air resisted him. Arthur clenched his fists, a groan escaping him as he tried to force the pain down to his stomach.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath. “I can't... Thi