-MIKAYLA’S POV* “It’s all our favorite ladies!” Sage's vibrant announcement was overrun by the somberness of the atmosphere in the living room. He paused when his eyes caught Preya. The guys had expected an equally vivacious greeting in return. Instead, they received a set of anxious women with serious expressions. “Why are you in Spain’s Obituary?” I reiterated, because Sage's intrusive voice almost created an opportunity for Semani to abscond the interrogation. Given that Semani was residing with us, it was only fair that we uncovered the truth and avoided her spinning tales. Heron wheeled over to my side, pulled me from the sofa and into his lap. Kinetic charge infiltrated my palms through his and sped up my arms like a sudden shudder. Then he seductively whispered into my ear, “I missed you, Sugar Fairy.” Unconcerned and blissfully elusive that something major was currently transpiring. “There’s some bad news,” I related to obstruct him from canoodling me. “We have a situati
*MIKAYLA’S POV*Unwillingly, Heron took the envelope. "Enjoy your night," he stated drily and entered our room while I went inside the adjacent bedroom to ensure that it was prepared for us to sleep in tonight.Heron suggested that we sleep there instead of my old room because the bed was too small for both of us. For a succinct moment, I was anticipating being in his arms as we retired, but the envelope from his ex-mate had me crazy with curiosity and disquietude. Please with the room arrangement, I went into our vacant room and found Heron in the bathtub.“Join me,” he invited me, tugging at my shorts as I stood in front of the tub.“What’s in the letter?” I asked without hesitation to find out if he had read it.“Come in, Mikayla,” he tugs the hem of my clothes again. “I’ll tell you if you get in the tub with me.”“Fine,” I removed all my clothes and sat on his legs in the oversized jet bathtub.Immediately, his hands groped my breasts and molded them as sparks ignited my body, awa
-MIKAYLA’S POV* Omega Betty comes in with three bottles of red wine. Going around the table, she pours them into each glass. Next, Pandia made an entry with a hot hunk on her arms. Towering at 6’7 with razor part loosely styled pompadour black hair and cerulean eyes, a long straight nose, sharp angular jawline, and bulking eight packs, he wears a black formal suit with a grey tie. “Mom, Dad, sorry we are late,” Pandia brushed her flowing black hair behind her ear, smiling nervously. “This is Alpha Valiant of Crimson Hyde Pack and he’s my mate.” With a light kiss on the cheek, she hugged her Dad, who needed time to recover from the shock that his daughter had a mate now and was marked. Luna Phoebe smiles proudly and lovingly embraces Pandia. She gets out of her seat to also hug Valiant and lets him sit beside Pandia, to the left of Alpha Hudson. Finally, Alpha Hudson clears his throat to wipe the frown from his features and blinks a few times, before offering a handshake to Alpha
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Swallowing the nervous bubble in my throat, I was not sure how to explain it. Did she know the naughty things Heron and I did at the dinner table? Inwardly, I thought that we concealed it well, except for our arousal. But then I was too sucked in to care. That damn Heron started it. Though he's adorable. Luna Phoebe sighs out her impatience and sits beside me in the next chair. "Alphas are always the most desirable men. Women love wealth and power, and a few will do anything to get their claws on a man like that." "Okay," I nodded, but where was this going? I was anticipating a malevolent lecture because of my lewd conduct. "We've known Demi her entire life. As children, Heron was protective of her." Luna Phoebe related and I hated where this could lead to. "They were inseparable and when they started dating, it wasn’t a surprise to us. We thought that they would end up being mates. We often spoke of them getting married.” Reflectively, she smiles at the memories
-MIKAYLA’S POV* Timorous nerves plagued me all day regarding Heron’s nineteenth birthday party that would be held at the pack house. Luna Phoebe planned and coordinated the entire party. Heron was attending because I made him see reason. The struggle was real but at least I did my part in getting him there. Luna Phoebe had put me in charge of helping Heron to socialize more with the pack. So, I'm supposed to select random pack activities and persuade him to join me. In that manner, the pack would see their future Alpha and Luna duly investing in their welfare. Our conversation was surprisingly good, and I realized that Luna Phoebe disliked Charlotte, making that a plus on my side. Heron had not mentioned the details of the letter. Has he read it? That has yet to be determined. I won’t forget to nag him about it until he spills. The elders’ council meeting was rescheduled for tomorrow due to an emergency meeting that Alpha Hudson had with High Alpha Vance. Heron depicted signs of u
-MIKAYLA’S POV* The smell of blood filled the air, captivating our senses. The two injured girls cursed each other despite being in my presence. Multiple scratch marks have already started to heal on their injuries. My fuddled gaze fell on Archie for answers that he seemed to be struggling to spit out. "Archie now is the perfect time to clarify the misunderstanding," I stated the obvious, "Pam is your mate, the least you can do is offer her a just explanation." Archie raked his hand through his brown hair and mutters "Okay." He displayed some concern for the other girl and requested, "Luna, could you ask Cassidy to leave the room, please?" Pam wrestles the air of rope around her, wanting to strangle her opponent. With a wave of my hand, I slowly descended the girl. She finds her grounding and straightens her tiger-print bodycon dress, then combs through her auburn hair and pats it down to acquire some degree of togetherness. "Archie," she began to say while approaching him. Bowi
-MIKAYLA’S POV* “Alpha, it’s nothing,” Sage tamed his rage, though the erratic breathing he was experiencing apprised that he was rather upset. His block round neck grey designer T-shirt was ruffled with a chest split. In the cream monochromatic passage, the single broken painting on the floor and the turned-over vase on the white icon shelf-equipped wood and steel couch side table was brushed from their position. Luna Phoebe’s potted ficus benjamina variegata had two broken stems. Someone’s going to have to account for that when the Luna goes steaming. The alarm in my head pointed its antenna at Preya, who stood in between both men. “There is clearly something going on.” Heron insisted and blew out a breath through his mouth in exasperation. If Sage was calm, we could have turned a blind eye. Since he was far from his peace of mind, Heron had to assess the situation. Recalling the phone conversation with Elder Silva, she had implored Heron to warn Sage to stay clear of her seven
-MIKAYLA’S POV* "Why can't you go home with me?" His eyes dangerously darkened as his tone got deadly from the abrupt anger that spun inside of him. He sped around to my chair and whisked me out of my seat, straight into his lap. "I have to spend time here, training." I squirmed, trying to relax his tight grip around my waist. "Please don't tell me that you'll be here for days!" Unbending, he does not budge in adjusting his arms. "Poo-Bear," I kissed his cheek and slipped a hand through his shirt to fondle his chest. Finding his nipple and rubbing circles around his nub. He lowered his forehead on mine as his breathing changed to a heavy rise and fall, quickening with the seconds that passed. Lust scrambled through his indignation. "Baby," his thumb brushed my cheek. "I'm not leaving you here. It would kill me. I can't ever lose you." His lips fiercely landed on mine and faster than I could react to his kiss, he swiftly removed them. I whimpered at the loss of his quick, brief,
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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