*HERON’S POV* “Boss, we are here.” The Beta announced. Sage and I sat in my Bentley in the parking lot of Luckingham College. Based on the information that Gamma Axel reported, she was due for lunch in the next ten minutes. Additionally, Dean Vassell supplied us with her class schedule. Most girls would jump at the notion of being mated to an Alpha. Did she not know who I was? She had a wolf, so my dominance should have been detected by her. Not that I wanted her to be with me because of a title. “Bring her to me when you find her,” I told him. Sage opens the car door and gets out of the driver’s seat. I remained at the back so that she could join me. The intention was to go for a drive to discuss the mate bond. It was best to see her now and get the first talk out of the way. My wolf is restless and anxious to see her. The distance between us was a cruel issue. After dinner with my parents, my father learned the truth about Charlotte. He intruded on my conversation with Axel and
*HERON’S POV* My wolf is eager and enthralled to be spending this time with our mate. She had finally drawn closer to me on the back seat. My wolf, Tyr and I are in a vehement battle not to go further. Seeing right now, I wonder how I was able to live all my life without her. Like a new man, I feel reborn, finding my long-lost happiness in her. To restrain myself, I changed the topic to a pressing one. "Tell me why those men chased after you." She shifted in her seat and stared out the window at my Beta, taking a smoke as he leaned against a tree. Her silence made me aware that she was not comfortable enough to confide in me. Winning her trust was another area to work on. My deep dimpled smile met her hazelnut eyes as she rotated her neck to face me, which relaxed her. I caressed her cheeks gently and raised her chin, "Were they assaulting you? What harm have they done?" The tingling feeling erupted from the spark made my wolf purr. "I grew up with Omar and his parents, but I have
*HERON’S POV* Overloaded with work, I stayed up all night getting the paper work done. My Dad oversaw two states, which is not an easy task. The work does not scare me, but operating a pack as a mateless man does. My soon-to-be Luna gives me mixed signals. The initial impression of her was that she wanted to reject me. It fills me with ambivalent apprehension and I hate it. Quite frankly, I would have allowed her to do the rejection, but the chance existed that my parents would have been disappointed if I did not at least try to make it work. A soft knock disrupted my work mode. Her pineapple scent hits my nose. A slight smile came to my lips. "Enter." She walks in with my breakfast on a tray, "Good morning, Alpha." I remained silent but watched her as she moved. I must be a sadistic beast to enjoy seeing how vulnerable and afraid she was. There was something about her that made me feel entertained. Sometimes I'm amazed at how clumsy she can be. We do not talk much to one another
*HERON’S POV* Mikayla was punctual. Indeed, she hated punishments. The last time, the only penalization I enforced was to make Axel let her do ten laps at the training ground after dinner. He reported that she was undeniably unfit. When she got home, her joints hurt, but healing for us came quickly. By the next day, she was fine. As she sat around the steering wheel of the Bentley, she looked stiff and awkward. Goddess, I pray we arrive back home in one piece. "Ready?" She sought approval, looking at me through the rearview mirror. Nodding, I felt the car move forward. "Drive moderately," I cautioned. I noticed that she had changed into grey denim jeans with a polka dotted blue and white button-down shirt. The appearance was better but not far off from what she had on earlier. I hope that she gets the new clothes soon. It appears that her life had been difficult too. As her Alpha, the most I knew about her was her existence as an orphan and status. Until Mom told me that Mikayla
*HERON’S POV* Of course, Mikayla protested about inconveniencing me after feeling acutely embarrassed. But if I have to see her in those moth-eaten clothes one more time, I swear that I will rip them off her. "Alpha, you shouldn't do this." She argued mildly. "Mikayla, do as you are told." I finalized. Heaven knows why I'm doing so much for this omega. I usually didn't pay her type any mind, but since she became part of my household, I wanted her to look the part and blend in. My heart could not settle with seeing her in her deplorable state. As my Omega maid, she was a reflection of me. The dreadful attire had a tendency to lower my spirits and could give the impression that I was a cold-blooded alpha. She's always so unhappy and a frightened little mouse. I still detest the fact that she keeps an eye on me for my mother. She found a mall, and where she led me to was a second-hand store. I did not have to be inside to recognize the status of their clothing line. "Mikayla, are y
*MIKAYLA'S POV* Today is the day for my fortnightly meeting with Luna Phoebe. She had summoned me through the mind-link to the pack house to discuss the young Alpha. Stealing a few minutes, I strolled to the kitchen to visit the matron. Living in the cottage did not allow me time to socialize unless visitors came there. Because of Alpha Heron's reclusiveness, he only accommodated his commanding officers on the premises. Additionally, the pack house was twenty-minutes from the Evergreen forest where the cottage was situated. Therefore, I arrived here in wolf form. Always having to organize clothes for myself for when I take back my human form to walk about. Cecilia was chopping up fresh vegetables while our main chef, Diego, was busy slicing through several large chickens. No doubt that they were prepping for dinner. Omega June was going back and forth from the pantry, gathering the needed seasoning to be added to the menu. "Hello," I chirped, smiling at them. "How is everyone?" M
****TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter covers abuse.***** *MIKAYLA’S POV* Damn! Hastily I turned to face them. Bile rose in my throat as I scrambled to my feet. My wolf became restless as she was sick and tired of her. Surely, she was up to no good. She enjoyed mistreating me. Living at the orphanage gave me no time for training, because no one cared enough to send us. So I was unable to counter her attacks, much less to battle her and company, since she would have begun her warrior training upon meeting her warrior mate. Today, she has her twin friends, Kelly and Becky, by her side. Both girls had brown hair, blue eyes and gamine features. Panic ripped through me as I hyperventilated. The contemptuous expressions they held gave me waving dread. For crying out loud, she's got her man, Archie. He mated and marked her. It's not my fault that he has straying eyes. Why can’t she see that her mate was the malefactor? "I was just leaving," I muttered. Barefooted, I walked in the other direc
*HERON’S POV* A soft knock came on the office door. Looking up from my laptop, I permitted entry, "Come." Mikayla timidly strode inside with her hands behind her, "Alpha Heron, your mother wants to see me after lunch." She nibbles her lower lip. "Okay," was all I said to her, "You may go." I diverted my attention back to my work. These days she was looking lovelier and happier, especially with her new wardrobe. She does her job well and I have no complaints so far. Finding a means to terminate her wasn't simple unless I wanted to resort to underhanded schemes. It was difficult to detect that she had a wolf because it had reverted so far into the darkest parts of her subconscious. The essence it emitted was rather faint. Anyways, the guys should arrive any minute now so that we can have an in-depth discussion about the mission. For now, I was sending an email to Alpha Ivanov about some tactics that he could employ in his reoccurring problems with rogues. Though he was in Russia, t
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Four years later….. -HERON’S POV* "So listen up people," I will have no nonsense today and they better not argue over this. "Tonight is a special night for me and my woman." I was fucking serious about this. Mikayla and I have been so busy that we hardly spent enough time with each other. Tonight was arranged for us to have a romantic dinner at a resort. Mikayla promised me that we could have this night together. So I met with the people in our pack who have been closest to her and caused her the most trouble, to give them a piece of my mind. "Mikayla is lovable and we all adore her,” I get that she’s a blessing. After all, no one loved her more than I did. “BUT, tonight I need to have her for myself." I demanded, "I'm the Alpha and I'm laying down some ground rules for the both of you." I’m the luckiest man in the world to have her as my wife and these two have been trying to get in between what we have. The male scrunched his face and pouted his mouth, while the other smiled a
PART 2 - -PREYA’S POV* Zixuan took me to lunch. He’s not my mate. Without my wolf, I was uncertain if I'd sense or scent my mate. My birthday felt bummed and I didn’t want to celebrate. I entered the foyer of pack house. I sported my favorite color today, looking quite petite in my light blue wrap romper with short sleeves, surplice neckline, and skirt overlay. I came to hang out with Amber for a while when a loud screeching was heard from outside. Turning around in curiosity, I spotted Sage’s car with smoke at the tires. Overriding the sinking feeling in my stomach, I rolled my eyes at his dramatic entrance. Giving him little importance, I spun around and accidentally bumped into an Omega who dropped a tray of empty wine glasses that shattered to the floor. Damn! “I’m sorry,” I apologized. The Omega appeared like she was going to cry. Oh no! I spoiled her day. I bent to help her tidy up. “Please let me clean it up,” she offered. “It’s my fault. I’ll let Beta Dwayne tell the ma
PART 1 - Two weeks later..... -PREYA’S POV* Over in Primese Forest, I sat on the ground with my mated parents at 11:55 pm, five minutes away from my birthday. My back rested against a sandalwood tree feeling anxious and worried. My Dad, Senior Warrior Brian Delvaux, is a full-blooded werewolf and towers over me at 6’2'. He is chocolate colored with wavy black hair and gimlet blue eyes. He had a patrician nose and hirsute, bible-black eyebrows on an artist's face. Mom gave me a reassuring smile, “Honey, it will be alright.” They understood my glum mood and apprehension. “We’ll be here with you through the process,” Dad said sweetly, then glanced at the mired beauty of the moon. The silver deity of the submerged night embellished the still forest with its serene sweetness as we waited. “Thanks, Dad,” I replied, with a wildly beating heart. Because I have witch blood, I feared that I might not shift. This added to my further concerns about having a mate if I had no wolf. The mental
-MIKAYLA’S POV* Preya and Amoy did all our makeup. They are the beauty queens of the group and they spent twenty minutes painting my face with silver eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and haute pink ultra-shine lip gloss. Luna Phoebe and Grandma Melody, the former Luna, joined us in Heron’s room at the pack house with my dress. “We hope you like it,” Grandma Melody chimed, optimistically. I donned the silver sweetheart neckline, full lace beach backless mermaid gown with a 3" 4” heel silver satin lace ribbon open-toe shoes. On my tight curls waterfall hairstyle, I wore a headwear diadem of white gold lined with 1, 222 diamonds, including the 102-carat pale blue brilliant diamond at the center which also includes pearls, and its design features roses, thistles, and orchids in honor of the fairy realm. Chippy brought it as a gift from Aunt Katinka. Preya squealed and clapped. “You look amazing!” When I stood in front of the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The girls gasped, “Wow.”
-HERON’S POV* An uproar of celebration came from the pack. The tidal surge of happiness and gaiety tsunamis through the state. Everyone now understands that Mikayla was framed and innocently sent to her death. Tapping into the pack’s connection, I felt each Elders' remorse. With a mild injection of sorrow, many wished that their true Luna did not die and was present at this crucial moment of truth. Sage, who I’m still pissed at, hands me some wipes to clean my bloody hand. I glared at him while pulling the sheets of wipes out and sanitizing my hand. “Alpha, I said that I was sorry.” He penitently bowed his head. Solemnly, I turned my head away from him, paying attention to my fingernails and getting the blood out. “Can you bake, Sage?” I scowled. The sizzling anger rebounds. “N-no,” he stuttered. As a result of being under the heat of his alpha, he tugs at the collar of his shirt, which seemingly tightened. Then he nervously suggested, “Maybe Forbes could bake them.” Growling, I
-HERON’S POV* Today, my countenance has a smiley face. The pineapple tarts were delicious. I left two in the refrigerator because I did not want to finish them all at once. This morning, Sage inadvertently ate one. I almost murdered him. Tyr shifted in the kitchen to rip his throat out and it took Axel and Forbes to pry me off my Beta. They were made with love and it was that love that flittered around my heart. Sage had no right to interfere with my treat. They were sentimental and specially made for me. My Beta better avoid the cottage for a while. Tyr was still fuming over it and not in a magnanimous mood. Charlotte didn’t leave the cottage until noon. Rosalie accepted my invitation to have breakfast with me. In one conversation, a lot can be summarized. To be honest, my decision was made. Naming her my Luna would get the elders to simmer down. There was no use prolonging this further. Then the rest should automatically go according to plan. Demi and I messaged each other a lot.
-HERON’S POV*Square one.I’m back at square one.It's amazing that, after Mikayla's death, I was expected to pick up the pace and choose another Luna. The whole scenario sired a headache.It was after Mikayla’s death that I realized that Mom truly liked her. Mom cried after the execution and even father had to console her. While Mom gives Charlotte things to do in the pack, acting like her executive assistant, she will never be my Mikayla. No one can.For now, Charlotte stands at my side. She stays at the pack house and is elated to be out of the cells. As expected, she goes around as though she runs the damn pack. Displaying qualities she deemed a born leader. I leave her be. Whilst, I cater to her essential needs. Pitifully, Charlotte kisses Mom’s ass and sucks up to Dad.I miss waking up to Mikayla's pale luminous skin in the weak morning light. My sugar fairy Luna. I shut myself in my room for the past three days and didn’t speak to anyone. I didn’t work. Didn’t return any calls
-MIKAYLA’S POV* Barefooted, I was clad in a long red gown that touched the ground. Red signified the shedding of blood and sinfulness. It's the day of my death for the crimes that I did not commit. I had to walk the crucifixion path from the cottage to Davidan Forest, which is south of the territory. With the soles of my feet grated against the dirt and pebbles, I came upon a clearing in the middle of the forest where the sun scorched the green pigmentation from the grass, turning it brown and crisp. The fierce sun's combative photons, which scorched my ivory skin, had no wind to temper them. Amidst the green field was the stake consisting of a tall pillar with a large pile of firewood and stones at the base for torching. All the Elders stood to the left, while the Alpha and Luna and warriors were on the right. Valen was at the stake, waiting for me. Because Heron had marked me, the majority of the pack was mournful. I felt their pain, while they felt mine. I gripped the sides of