AURORA'S POV.“I feel like the weather outside is cold, can I please go back and put on a sweater?” I ask Elisa who’s walking ahead of me as politely as I can. She stops walking and so do I and the dangerous side eyes she gives me makes me gulp dryly.“Don't be such a wussy! The weather is just fine. You don't need a pullover.” She turns ahead and walks on. I turn behind and I'm greeted with angry looks from the other girls walking behind me. I let out a quiet sigh and let Elisa lead me all the way down to the living room. We're not outside yet, but I can already feel the hair on my arms standing erect as the cold air blowing into the living room whips my flesh. “Alpha Lucien is waiting for you outside. Go out now and don't keep him waiting.”“Yes.” I say with a curt nod and take long strides towards the door, feeling very much relieved that I've finally had the chance to get away from her intoxicating and intimidating presence.I used to think the atmosphere with Alpha Lucien was te
AURORA'S POV.When Alpha Lucien settles beside me and the door is shut, I become highly conscious of how good he smells. Something I've been too preoccupied to ponder upon as many times as I should. I breathe him in, telling myself to relax and enjoy his company, but how's that going to be possible when my heart is beating so fast and threatening to hop out of my chest?I shoot him a brief glance and his gaze is plastered at something straight ahead. I'm scared to look in the direction to see what it is, so I turn to the window on my side and feast my eyes on the buildings and cars and people and many other objects fleeting by as the car rolls along.The ride is an excruciatingly quiet one. Even though it's almost unbearable, I'm happy he hasn't said anything to me again because I'm too terrified… too weak to have any sort of conversation with him right now.I have tried to figure out where he's taking me to or what we're going to do there, but nothing comes to mind. I'm well aware of
AURORA'S POV.“Wait for me the car while I give out some instructions to the guys taking the snapshots.” Alpha Lucien tells me once we're back in the living room where I was beyond shocked to see two guys taking photos of the entire living room, including the photos on the wall. I obediently nod my head and go outside to the car and wait like I have been instructed to. All the while doing the waiting, I'm smiling like an idiot with no purpose on this earth.I just found out that I truly meant nothing to my father. I also just found more proof that my sister and ex-boyfriend were in a full blown relationship behind my back. These are discoveries that should crack my heart into several pieces and leave me writhing and wailing in agony on the floor, but here I am, smiling.Smiling because admist all this heartbreak and chaos, I have someone by my side. Someone who's willing to bet on me. Defend and protect me. Comfort me in his own way. And that someone isn't just anyone. He's my fucking
LUCIEN'S POV.“That was uncalled for.” I say, placing my cutleries on my plate and looking at Nathelie who seems shocked by my words.“Excuse me, what?”“I believe you heard what I just said.” My voice is tight with annoyance. It took me all my self control to not lash out at her when she spoke rudely to Aurora a while ago. The only reason I did not shut her up in Aurora's presence was because I don’t want Aurora to have any ideas that I care about her. But now that she's not here, I have to set things straight. My brows shoot up my hairline in amazement when the girl seated by my side starts chuckling.I stay quiet and watch her chuckle until she's done, then she shoots me a very serious look.“You've got to be kidding me.”“I am not.”“Alpha Lucien.” She calls in a calm, but serious voice. “Isn't that Aurora, the same girl who's name is buzzing all over the pack for killing your brother, Mael and her sister on her wedding day?”“She's the one.”“What the hell is she doing here?” She
AURORA'S POV.I'm frozen in ten thousand layers of astonishment as I stare blankly at the door Elisa and her crew just exited with the terror of her words raking its claws down my spine. I am teetering at the edge of insanity.I force myself to take deep breaths so I don't drown in my own anxiety.My mate chose some other girl to be his mate?Is that even acceptable?My questions are answered by the sound of the room door creaking open. I tense as an unexpected joint of electricity rockets up my arm when Alpha Lucien comes into view. My heart trips and I freeze for half a beat before meeting his serious gaze. I steel my spine and keep my face stoic as I watch him close the door and come to meet me at the bed. I have completely pushed the fact that the maids assaulted me at the back of my head. The news of him choosing some other girl to be his mate is more painful than all the smacks and brutal scrubs his maids have given me, combined.We are both very young. What was the rush?I wou
LUCIEN'S POVSeeing her look so miserable sent a pang of pain straight to my chest, and I gulped it down immediately. I heard Kol whimper in my head, and I braced myself for his usual ranting. God, I wish there was some way to just shut him off. Aurora and Nathalie, my chosen mate, were already giving me enough of a headache as it was, but I guess Kol wouldn’t understand, as always.“Why did you do it?” he fumed. His hostile tone made my head splinter as if I were being interrogated for a serious crime. Rolling my eyes, I kept silent because speaking to him would only make him more agitated.“Don’t you dare ignore me, Lucien,” he growled in my head, and a sharp pain rang inwardly, causing me to squint my eyes.“Cut it out, Kol.” I heaved a deep sigh, pinching the space between my brows as I stopped in my tracks. The exhaustion hit me like a hurricane, and I felt the urge to just lie down and relax, but I couldn’t—not when she was still mad at me.“You care about our mate, so why must
Lucien’s POVA low grunt escaped my lips as I turned toward Elisa and her cohort. Their stiff postures, the tension in their shoulders—it was obvious they knew something was wrong. The fear rolling off them was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the way their anxiety thickened the air. The drumming sound of their hearts was so refreshing, and their fear was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but snicker. Elisa and the others kept their heads bowed, their gazes glued to the floor as I strode toward them. Each step I took echoed through the heavy silence of the room, amplifying the intensity. No one dared to speak. They wouldn’t dream of it. Stopping just inches from them, I could feel the weight of their silence pressing down. I clenched my fists, forcing my voice to remain calm, though rage burned through me like wildfire. "Elisa, can you please explain why Lady Aurora is in this state?" I asked in a calm tone, despite the blazing rage that threatened to consume me.
Aurora's Pov. The fact that Lucien wasn’t saying anything made me even more worried. The echo of my heartbeat matched the quickening knots in my stomach.“What is a cold room?” I blurted out again, unable to contain my fear.Lucien leaned forward, his head inches closer, his hair scattering past his eyes. I used all my self-control not to brush the strands away from his face. This wasn’t the time or place for such thoughts, but I found myself lost in his appearance, struggling to take in enough air.“Since you want to know so badly, sure, why not.” He arched his brows, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion.He was still mad at me, and that only made the pit in my stomach worse.“The cold room is more of a dungeon, used to keep stubborn wolves in line. It's dark, freezing, and filled with ice. Even the strongest warrior of this pack wouldn’t last a week in there,” he retorted casually, as if he wasn’t talking about human lives.A scoff escaped my lips, disbelief painted across my f
Lucien entered the room quietly, the soft sound of Aurora’s muffled sobs piercing his heart. She sat curled up in the corner of the bed, her hands clutching a pillow tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sight of her like this made his chest tighten. He approached slowly, kneeling down beside her.“Aurora,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Why are you still crying?”She looked up at him, her red-rimmed eyes filled with guilt. “I just... I feel awful,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I banished my sister, Lucien. My own flesh and blood. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. I feel like I failed her.”Lucien sat down beside her, pulling her gently into his arms. “You didn’t fail anyone,” he said firmly, his tone soothing but resolute. “What you did wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Sometimes, the right choice feels like the hardest one to make.”Aurora leaned into his chest, letting his warmth and strength comfort her. “I just wish things wer
Aurora walked out of the dungeon, the cold, damp air clinging to her like a second skin. Her steps were heavy, her emotions even heavier. As she stepped into the hallway, she was startled to see Lucien waiting for her. The moment their eyes met, his expression softened.“You didn’t need to come here,” Aurora said, her voice trembling as she quickly wiped at her damp cheeks. “I could handle it on my own.”Lucien straightened, his amber eyes filled with a quiet intensity. “I know,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “You’re the strongest person I know, Aurora. But even the strongest people need support at times.”The words pierced through the emotional wall she had tried to build around herself. Without a second thought, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. His arms enveloped her, firm and reassuring.“I don’t know what to do,” Aurora whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.Lucien rested his chin on her head, his voice a
Author’s POVThe cold air of the dungeon wrapped around Aurora as she descended the stone steps, her heels clicking against the hard surface. A guard followed close behind her, silent but watchful. When they reached her father’s cell, she turned to him and waved her hand dismissively.“You can leave now. I’ll handle this,” she said.The guard hesitated, his eyes scanning her for a moment. “Are you sure, Luna?”“I said I’ll handle it,” she replied firmly, not sparing him another glance.With a curt nod, the guard retreated up the stairs, his footsteps echoing faintly until the heavy door at the top creaked shut.She turned back to face the man sitting on the cold stone floor behind the iron bars. Mr. Luke, her foster father, looked up as she approached. His once-commanding demeanor was now replaced with weariness. He managed a faint smile.“You look well,” he said, his voice hoarse.Aurora remained silent, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood there, unmoving, her expressi
Aurora’s POVI pushed open the heavy door to Lucien’s office, stepping inside with a teasing smile. He was seated at his desk, scribbling something onto a parchment. The sight of him so focused, his brow furrowed slightly, sent a warm feeling through me. I cleared my throat dramatically.“I heard I’ve been summoned by the almighty Alpha,” I said with a playful tone.Lucien looked up, a grin spreading across his face. “Indeed, Luna. You’ve been called for a matter of utmost importance.” He chuckled. “Please do sit.”I rolled my eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “Oh? And what could be so important that you needed to summon me?”I was genuinely curious to know why he sent for me at the house, he could have waited till he returned home tonight, or was he missing me a lot?Silly me! I have been emotional a lot these days and I have no idea why.He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “The dungeon guard informed me that your father—Luke—has requested to see you. Apparently, he
Aurora pushed open the door to the packhouse and stepped inside. The scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, but it did little to calm her nerves. She didn’t make it more than a few steps before Lucien appeared from the hallway, his expression dark.“Where have you been?” Lucian demanded, his voice low but sharp. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere.” he sounded pissed and that made her wonder if something happened.Aurora stopped in her tracks, knowing she had to tread carefully. “I was following a lead on the recent threats we have received,” she admitted. “Something I thought might help us.”Lucien crossed the space between them quickly, his towering presence both comforting and intimidating. “A lead? And you didn’t think to tell me? Do you know how dangerous it is out there right now?”“I can handle myself, Lucien,” she said firmly, meeting his gaze. “I’m not some helpless damsel. I’m a Lycan.”He huffed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re also my mate,
The weight of leadership was beginning to settle heavily on both Lucien and Aurora. Their days were filled with council meetings, decisions about the kingdom's future, and ensuring the pack's stability. Yet, an undercurrent of tension had started to ripple through the land.Lucien stood on the balcony of the castle, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The murmurs of unrest in a neighboring pack had reached him earlier that morning, carried by a trusted scout.“Rogue wolves,” he muttered under his breath. The thought of enemies circling when his kingdom was still finding its footing made his jaw tighten. His wolf, Kol, stirred within him, growling softly in agreement.“You look like you’re preparing for battle,” Aurora’s voice came from behind him, soft but laced with determination.He turned to face her. She looked regal yet approachable in her simple gown, her Lycan features making her seem otherworldly under the golden light. “I might be,” he admitted. “There’s unrest brewi
The air buzzed with anticipation as the pack gathered in the grand courtyard of the palace. Wolves from allied packs had also traveled far and wide to witness this historic moment—the crowning of Alpha Lucien and his Luna, Aurora.Lucien stood tall at the center of the platform, dressed in ceremonial black and gold robes that accentuated his commanding presence. His piercing eyes scanned the crowd, landing briefly on Aurora, who was approaching the platform with a grace that made his heart swell. She wore a flowing gown of deep emerald green, her head held high as the elders escorted her to his side.Elder Doran raised his staff, signaling for silence. The murmur of the crowd ceased instantly, and all eyes turned toward the Alpha and his mate."Today," Elder Doran began, his voice strong and reverberating through the air, "we witness the dawn of a new era. The leadership of this pack passes to a new Alpha King, a leader who has proven his strength, wisdom, and unwavering dedication to
The great hall of the council chamber buzzed with tension as the elders assembled. The air was heavy with the weight of their decision, one that would shape the future of the pack. The King’s failing health had left them no choice but to convene, and the murmur of voices echoed off the stone walls as they deliberated.Elder Doran, the oldest and most respected among them, struck his staff against the ground to call for order. “Brothers and sisters, we gather today at a critical juncture. The King’s health has declined beyond recovery, and our pack cannot endure this uncertainty any longer.”The room fell silent. Each elder exchanged solemn glances, understanding the gravity of the moment.“We must act,” Elder Nalia said firmly. “The Alpha King has served us well, but his time has passed. The pack requires stability, strength, and leadership.”Elder Doran nodded. “It is clear that Lucien, as the rightful heir, must ascend to the throne. His leadership has been tested, and he has proven
Author’s POVThe royal chambers were cloaked in an uneasy silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of fabric as maids moved quietly about their tasks. The once-mighty Alpha King lay on his grand, ornately carved bed, his once-proud features now gaunt and pale. The trial and the truth it had unearthed had taken a toll far beyond what anyone had anticipated. The air in the room was heavy with the mingling scents of herbal remedies and despair.The royal physicians gathered near the door, speaking in hushed tones. Their faces bore the same somber expression—a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable. One of them, an elderly man with graying hair and deep-set eyes, stepped forward to address the council members waiting outside the chamber.“The King’s condition is grave,” he began, his voice steady but laced with sadness. “His heart and spirit have been deeply wounded. The mental and emotional strain has weakened him beyond recovery. I’m afraid… there is little we can do.”The words