HERAAtticus has been avoiding me since that night. And while I should be happy about it… it kind of pissed me off. I hardly saw him anymore, and he has stopped me from serving him his meals. I was already used to it. The unwanted attention from him. Some days, I even looked forward to the ridiculous instructions he would give. Now, it felt like we were strangers in this palace.And that was an even worse feeling than the unwanted attention I got from him. He was literally acting like I didn’t exist. Like he didn’t fuck me raw against his wall that night. I kept replaying that moment in my head, how his eyes had burned into mine, the way he forced me down, and the intensity with which he had taken me. Everything had been raw and… dare I admit, passionate, and while I pretended it didn’t bother me, deep down, it clawed at my insides. I hated this uncertainty, this feeling of being pulled in two different directions.Did he want me?Did he just want to use me to satisfy his needs
Lilith’s smug smile made my stomach turn as she sauntered closer, her voice dripping with glee. “Poor Hera,” she mocked, circling me like a predator toying with its prey. “Didn’t see that coming, did you?” She smirked.I tried to keep my composure, holding her gaze, my jaw clenched. “Oh, please, Lilith. Gloating is a bad look for you.” I responded snarkily. She stopped her pacing and laughed lightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You really don’t understand, do you?” She shook her head, giving me a once-over. “Agatha here had no choice. When I promised her a promotion, the temptation was just too much for her to resist. You can’t really blame her, can you?” Lilith chortled. I glanced at Agatha, who stood a few feet away, her head hanging in shame. Her betrayal stung, but what hit harder was the fact that I didn’t even see it coming.I was always alert for this kind of shit. I should’ve known Lilith would pull something like this, but I let my guard down. Agatha and I were
ATTICUSIn a matter of seconds, I was already on my feet, my body moving on pure instinct. My wolf was practically snarling inside my head, pushing me forward, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.And I didn’t want to I didn’t know where I was headed, but I knew she was in danger.I bolted out of the room, not even bothering to explain to Kyle, who followed a few steps behind. But I didn’t have time to stop. I tore through the hallways faster than I had ever moved before, barely noticing the world around me until I stumbled across Lilith and a group of maids in the west wing of the palace.The moment they saw me, panic spread across their faces. Lilith’s eyes widened in horror as she stumbled back, and without a word, the maids scattered like frightened rats.“What the fuck is going on here?” My voice was a low growl, filled with barely restrained rage, but Lilith didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was already backing away, eyes darting toward the door she’d been guarding.I
ATTICUS“She’s been poisoned,” the healer said gravely.For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just heard. Poisoned? In my palace? The words made no sense, echoing in my head as I looked down at Hera’s still, fragile form. My grip tightened around her hand, the rage in my chest building up like a storm about to break.“Poisoned,” I repeated, my voice almost a growl. “By who?”“I don’t know, Alpha,” The healer’s eyes dropped, avoiding my gaze. “But what I do know is that it’s been in her system for weeks. It’s already spread through her body… deep into her brain.”Weeks? My stomach twisted, disbelief flooding my thoughts. How could this have happened right under my nose?How the fuck did I not know till now?“You’re saying no one noticed this?” My tone came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. I needed answers.The healer shook her head, her lips pressed into a grim line. “It’s a slow-working poison, designed to remain undetectable until it’s too late,” she explai
ATTICUSThe thought of losing Hera scared me more than I cared to admit. It didn’t make sense—none of it did. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, that I could easily let her go. She was the one who killed Rachel, after all—or at least, that’s what I had told myself over and over. I should be glad to see her fading away, right? Maybe it was some twisted form of justice finally coming around.But that wasn’t how I felt.I kept telling myself that it was because I hadn’t gotten around to punishing her properly. Yes, that had to be it. She hasn’t paid for what she’d done, and I couldn’t lose her until she had. She still needed to suffer. I needed to make her suffer.But deep down, even I knew that wasn’t the reason.I hadn’t left her side in three days. Three long, agonising days of sitting there, watching her slowly slip away. Her annoying and very sexy fiery presence, now barely clinging to life, reduced to nothing more than shallow breaths and pale skin. Her breathing w
HERAI could barely open my eyes, my body heavy and weak. Everything was a blur. I blinked, trying to make sense of the shapes around me. There was someone standing beside my bed—two figures. I recognized one of them immediately: Atticus. Even in my pseudo conscious state, I could still recognize him. What an irony. But the other… I squinted, but my vision was hazy. He was younger, around our age, maybe a bit younger. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but something about his voice struck me.I have heard that voice before, but I just can’t remember where. “So, you finally freed me a few days before the blood moon? How generous of you, brother,” the voice teased, laced with amusement and sardonicism. “Let me guess—it’s because of this your new mate?”My head was spinning, but the word "brother" echoed in my mind. Brother? I have never heard Atticus mention a brother. “Shut up,” Atticus’ voice cut in, sharp and cold “Just do what you need to do. She’s dying.” He demanded. “I see
HERA I laughed bitterly, the sound cutting through the tense silence, regretting it immediately because it sent a sharp wave of pain through me. “You think I’d go this far to manipulate you? After everything I’ve been through in your pack, in this palace?” My voice was hoarse with incredulity.He just continued to stare at me and I shook my head, eyes locking on his.“Open your eyes, Atticus,” I said to him. “You’re being played. And I’m not the one pulling the strings.”His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, looming over me. “You really think I’m going to believe that?” His voice rose with barely contained fury. “You think I’m just going to forget what you did to Rachel?”“That’s exactly what they want you to believe!” I snapped back. My own voice echoed louder than I intended, but I didn’t care. He needed to hear this. “They want you to stay blinded by your hate for me, so you won’t see what’s happening around you.”For a moment, he just stood there, staring at me with all the
ATTICUSLeaving Hera with her powers felt like a mistake the moment I walked out of the room. I was the Alpha. I should’ve had more control, more foresight. Giving her back her abilities could backfire in the worst possible way. She could turn on me, use that power against me. And she’s unstoppable with her powers. But... deep down, something kept creeping up in my mind. What if she was right? What if she didn’t kill Rachel? The idea planted itself in my brain, refusing to leave. If she wasn’t the one behind Rachel’s death, then someone else was. And that same person was coming after her now.To stop me from getting on the throne. The pieces were all there, scattered but visible. Rachel’s death, just when I was about to ascend as Alpha. And now Hera, my new mate, barely survived an assassination attempt. It was too much of a coincidence.If it’s true, then I need to trigger the person into action, force their hand. Whoever they were, they were patient, calculating. They wouldn’
HERAWe were truly Fated Mates.My breath hitched as a new kind of sensation swept through me. It was magical, intimate, all-consuming, and far deeper than anything I had ever experienced.Emotion surged in my chest, so overwhelming it blurred the lines between pleasure and something deeper. Atticus pressed his forehead to mine, his voice hoarse as he murmured my name like a prayer.He could feel it too. Feel everything!Oh… Moon Goddess. “Can you feel that?” he whispered, his breath against my lips and his voice rough with awe.“I can,” I breathed, tears welling in my eyes as the energy coursed through me, filling every hollow space within. It was as if a missing part of me had finally snapped into place, and with it came so much strength. All the strength that I have lost in the last couple of days.I felt alive. Atticus’s hips continued to move in slow, deliberate strokes, dragging his length out of me torturously before pushing back in with an intensity that left me breathless.
HERAFuck! I gasped, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.I felt every ridge, every hardened inch of him as he slid deeper, claiming me in a way that was as sensual as it was consuming… all the way till he was buried to the hilt. Knocking the breath right out of me.Atticus stilled for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, his forehead pressed to mine. The heat of his breath fanned over my lips, and his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with emotion, locked onto mine.It was obvious the feeling of being buried in me like this was just as overwhelming for him as it was for me.I never remembered it to feel this intimate, this erotic and still beautiful at the same time. It was almost devastating.Again, this wasn’t our first time, but it felt like the first time in the way every sensation was magnified, sharper and more vivid than anything I remembered. It felt new, like he was rediscovering me, savoring me in a way that made time feel irrelevant.The friction, the rhythm, t
HERAOh FUCK!My hands gripped the sheets beside me, knuckles whitening as I fought to get a hold of myself, but Atticus had no intention of letting me find control.“Fuck, Hera,” he murmured against me, his voice low and rough. “You taste even better than I remember.”The vulgarity of his words should have made me blush, but instead, it sent a new rush of heat straight to my core. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing me, coaxing every gasp and moan from my lips. His hands held my thighs apart, his grip firm but reverent, as though he were savoring every second.“Atticus…” I whimpered, my voice trembling, my body arching into him.“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver through me. “Let me hear you. I want you to feel good. I want you to feel everything. Every. Fucking. Second.”His tongue circled my clit in maddeningly slow, precise movements, each flick dragging me closer to the edge but never letting me fall.
HERAWhen he kissed me, it was slow, unhurried, but devastatingly sensual. His lips moved against mine with a softness that rivaled the tension simmering between us. His tongue slid into my mouth, stroking against mine in a way that was both teasing and commanding, coaxing a low moan from me.Kissing him as always felt so good, but not as good as this. I arched into him, the towel slipping slightly as his hands roamed, skimming over the curve of my ass, my lower back, pulling me flush against the hard length of his body. The press of his cock against my stomach sent a jolt of need through me, and I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders.His hand slid beneath the towel, his fingers tracing the curve of my thigh, moving higher, his touch making my skin burn. I was soaked, my body already begging for him.And when his fingers grazed the apex of my thighs, I whimpered, my legs trembling.“Atticus,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation
HERASoon, the healer was back and she had news. Atticus and I were on the bed, cuddled up as she stepped closer, setting the books on the small table beside the bed. “I’ve spent hours researching mirror curses, trying to find anything that might help your condition, Luna,” she said, addressing me. “And there is one potential cure.” She announced. My heart skipped in anticipation and hope.“What is it?” I asked, my voice strained. The healer hesitated, as though carefully choosing her words. “The mate bond.”Atticus and I exchanged confused glances. “The mate bond?” he echoed, his brow furrowing. “What does that mean? How does it help?”She opened one of the books, flipping to a page filled with intricate diagrams and symbols“Mirror curses are powerful because they latch onto the very essence of a person—draining them slowly and irreversibly unless countered by an equally powerful force,” she explained. “The mate bond has such force, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself,” Okay…
HERAThe room felt heavy, its stillness pressing down on me as the healer worked in the corner, humming as she mixed concoctions.My body burned with fever, each breath a struggle, but I refused to show weakness, forcing myself to stay alert. Elder Fenrir and Elder Elara lingered nearby, their concern evident, though I ignored their hovering presence. I knew exactly what was happening to me. The plague that devastated Shadow Claw wasn’t ordinary—it was a mirror curse, designed to transfer itself to whoever attempted to heal it. My powers had cured the disease in others, but now the curse had settled in me. It was a carefully thought out trap.Whatever concoction the healer was brewing didn’t work like the others. Remedies wouldn’t work against this. When I told her about the curse, the room shifted, panic flickering across the faces of the Elders and healer. They didn’t expect this. “If this is truly a mirror curse, then we need to consult ancient texts immediately,” the healer
ATTICUSI paced the length of my study, my thoughts restless. Five days. Five agonizing days since Hera had gone to Shadow Claw, and the only word I’d received from her was a short message letting me know she’d arrived safely. And then, nothing. The silence was eating me alive. My mind was swirling through endless scenarios, each one worse than the last. Was she safe? Was the plague worse than she’d expected? Were the Elders even treating her with the respect she deserved? My wolf growled low, restless, mirroring the storm raging inside me. I haven’t been able to focus on anything. Meetings had become background noise, papers sat unsigned on my desk, and every knock at the door made my heart leap. The only reason I hadn’t stormed into Shadow Claw myself with every guard at my disposal was because of her. Respect her wishes. I reminded myself over and over, gripping the edge of my desk. She didn’t want me interfering, and I couldn’t risk pushing her further away. But fu
HERAI watched the palace staff load my bags into the car, already having second thoughts. This wasn’t just a trip to Shadow Claw; it felt like I was stepping back into a nightmare I thought I had escaped. But if I could help them, if I could stop the suffering of innocent people, I had to try. Still, there was one loose end I needed to tie up before I left. I turned and headed towards Ben’s room. I hesitated at his door, considering whether I should just leave without saying anything, but I pushed the thought aside and knocked. “Come in,” his voice called, curt and indifferent, as though he already knew it was me. I stepped inside to find him lounging in a chair, a book in his hands. His expression was unreadable, a mask I have become too familiar with. “I’m leaving for Shadow Claw” I said, keeping my tone steady. He glanced at me briefly before setting the book down on the table beside him. “I heard,” he simply responded.There was no warmth in his voice, no sign of co
ATTICUSI stormed after Hera, the heavy wooden doors of the receiving room slamming shut behind me. My mind was reeling, and my chest tightened as I followed after her retreating form. Her pace was brisk, like she didn’t want me to meet up with her, but I wasn’t about to let this go.“You’re not seriously considering what they asked,” I said, my voice tinged with disbelief. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement, one I was hoping she’d deny.She slowed down and turned to me, raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. Then she shrugged. “I told them I’d think about it.” She simply said, but that wasn’t good enough. “Think about it?” I asked incredulously, running a hand through my hair and exhaling sharply. “Hera, they left you to die in the woods. They didn’t care about you then, and they only care about you now because they need something. You’re not seriously thinking about going back there, are you?” I asked her. “I haven’t made a decision yet, Atticus.” Her eyes narrowed,