*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
*An Unbreakable Bond*Arthur's POV:Morning.I was staring out the window when my phone rang. It was Tony. I didn’t have to check the caller ID to know; I had been waiting for this call. My pulse quickened as I answered."Arthur," Tony’s voice came through, calm. "I spoke with the prison guards yesterday, and we’ve hit a snag."I stiffened, turning to look at the empty bed behind me. Elara had barely slept last night. She’d tossed and turned with worry, her mind too preoccupied to rest. This morning, I had asked Elias to take her to the pack house when he left, hoping the change of scenery would take some of the edge off her stress. "What kind of snag?""They’re allowing only one more visitor for her father, and that’s you. They were firm about it. I’ve reasoned with them, but they won’t budge."I rubbed my jaw, the tension settling in. I’d been hoping Elara could see her father today, that I wouldn’t have to leave her behind. But if only one of us could go, it had to be me. There wer
*Crease Pack*Arthur's POV:The Visiting Room."Wait here. I'll get him to see you," he said before disappearing down the hall.I stood by the table, tapping my fingers against the cold steel surface. My mind raced with the questions I needed to ask. Why had he been arrested? Did he really have anything to do with that pack? And who was he truly?The door creaked open, and I turned to see him—a man in his mid-fifties, his face weathered by time and grief. His eyes, though tired, were sharp and calculating. This was a man who had seen much and lost even more."Elara’s father," I muttered under my breath as he dragged himself to the seat across from me.For a moment, we simply stared at each other, sizing one another up. Then he broke the silence. "The lawyer already told me about you."His voice was gravelly, as though it hadn’t been used in days."I’m Arthur Graham, the Alpha of Dawn Pack," I said, leaning forward slightly with my hand extended for a handshake, which he accepted brief
*Harden, I Don't Need You*Harden’s POV:I sat behind my desk, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was dark, but Elara’s number was already pulled up. It had been a week since I’d last seen her, a week since she slapped me and stormed out. I still felt the sting of that slap—not just on my cheek, but deep inside me. One part of me kept replaying my actions from our last meeting."Shit, what am I thinking..." I hissed at the memory of the exact words I had said to her. “Let’s have one night together.”My fist banged hard on the table, and I continued to question myself. Why did I say that?! As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’m madly in love with Elara.Never had I thought that I’d be easily moved by any woman. But Elara had always been different. She had a way of crawling under my skin, making me want her every time. I’d tried to control her, to keep her close, but she slipped through my fingers, right into Arthur’s. That only made me want her more.Gerald Williams.He was
*This Isn't Over*Harden's Pov: Before I could respond, she hung up. The sharp beep of the disconnected line rang in my ear, and I stared at the phone, disbelief and rage flooding my system.How could she refuse me? How could she be so heartless? I threw the phone onto the desk, the force rattling everything around it.This isn't over, not until I say so.I stood up, pacing back and forth in my office, frustrated. The urge to break something awakened inside of me.If Elara thinks she can reject me, she’s wrong. I wasn’t going to let her go that easily. She belonged to me, whether she admitted it or not.I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how she used to look at me with those bright eyes before everything fell apart. She used to trust me, used to care about me. And just when I had some hope about us, she was slipping away again.The thought made me sick.I needed to calm down. I needed to think clearly. There had to be another way to get her back. I got up, went to the small ce
*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