*HERON’S POV* Waking up in the wee hours of the night with chest pains was unusual. This sudden slicing agony would not let me get the much-needed rest. Therefore, I started my day's work before the crack of dawn. Making myself an espresso in the kitchen, I wheeled inside the office and hoped that Mikayla’s torment would end with the culprit in custody. Sympathy wedged inside me. Her overall condition was horrendous. Lacerations covered her weak body. Obviously, she did not shift to fight back. Neither did she mind-link us to help her. Why? How could she be so stupid? At least it brought the realization that she needed protection. And that's what I would do by punishing her assailants. The chest pains dissipated in another twenty minutes. I was crippled but healthy otherwise, so I found the pain alarming. Now that the agony has vanished, I'm glad about that because it saves me from a visit to the doctor. It was time to get into my day's work. Axel chose to give me a report by text
*HERON’S POV* “Alpha, Mikayla is awakened,” Omega June barged into my office. Deep dimples etched on her face from the excited smile she exuded with teeth parted and tongue protruding. Looking up from the documents before me, I glared at her and she began trembling, baring her neck. “What did you just do?” I growled, freezing my actions and maintaining her petrified frame under my cold stare. She dropped to the floor and mumbled half-forming words that were meant to say, “I am sorry, Alpha. The door was ajar so I thought that it was okay to open it.” “Knock before you enter. Now get out!” I shouted. She scampered away from the office, almost tripping over her own two feet. “Humph,” Sages released at the maid’s audacity. "She's worse than Mikayla." "Oh come on," Forbes said, creating a mission to-do list on his mobile."She's not that bad." Feeling the critical need to talk to Mikayla, my skilled fingers quickly completed and sent two impending emails about upcoming Alliance cha
*HERON’S POV* Checking the flight schedules, I arranged for my Beta to take me to the airport. Using my influence, I had affiliates from there to assist with getting to my little vixen, Charlotte. Privileged information and access would be granted to me to get to her. Sitting in an air-conditioned and luxurious private lounge that overlooked the runway with Sage, I waited for her arrival. The expansive, carpeted, stylish, chic lounge was located on the second floor by the airport's arrivals side. Natural light brilliantly illuminated it. The busy runway and the ocean were clearly visible via an L-shaped long glass line of windows. From there you could see planes landing, being boarded and taking off. The walls were in Farrow & Ball's Dove Tale—a warm gray with purple undertones. One side had the impressive marble open bar while the other had the buffet line. Based on the seating configuration, there were five HD TVs set up at various angles. The seating comprised of a black solid woo
*HERON’S POV* Waking up, I didn’t feel like moving. I stared up at the swirl patterns in the ceiling, feeling my stomach turn and twist, an agonizing torture. Another day is here as anticipated. One where I could either remain hidden in my room or face the world and explain what the majority of people knew by now. Charlotte’s actions were not harmless. Yesterday had been a devastating event for my heart. It painfully pounded like a jackhammer, clenching and producing an awful discomfort in my chest. Now I have to exercise caution. It was simple for me to stay in my room because I was afraid that if I turned the knob to open the door, I wouldn't stop until I was facing Charlotte, or killing someone. Tyr, my wolf, is more resolute and if I lose control, he will completely seize her, even if it means using force. Though he wouldn't be at fault; it's purely instinct. When mates meet, completing the mating process is the next step for our wolves to be contented. Procrastination would m
*MIKAYLA’S POV* "Good morning beautiful," he extends a charming lopsided smile. My head whips up to see Forbes descending the stairs wearing ripped black rip jeans and a burgundy t-shirt that clung to his athletic build. A black-haired girl, whose face was obscured by a sheet of strands, dashed past Forbes from behind him, almost hitting me as I lost my equilibrium and Forbes caught me. When he lifted me in a bridal style, it was completely unnecessary. He examines me while retaining his gaze as if I were a delicacy to be devoured. His nostrils widened and contracted. "Must you always smell like pineapple, Mikayla? Why couldn't your aroma be........ strawberries?" "What?" I murmured awkwardly. He was too close, and why did he have a problem with my scent? I was confused and I no longer wished to be in his arms like this. "Aren't you going to let me have a taste?" His predatory eyes bore into mine. "You might cause me to like pineapples more if you'd let me savor your flavor." His
*HERON’S POV* “Ahhh!” Sitting in my wheelchair, I looked at the frightened girl before me. Though she had panicked and stood there with her small hands covering her eyes, all I did was roll my eyes at the nuisance that she constantly was. Silly me for thinking that I had a right to be naked in my own room. Motionless with a see no evil stance, her chest heaves rapidly. Must she act so fucking innocent all the time? Alphas were goddess-blessed to have bigger packages. Is that why she was scared? ”Don’t you see that you are blocking the doorway?” I snapped without wrapping a towel around me for the fun of it. Slowly she removes her hand, peeking through the crevices of her finger. Her eyes bulged as they dropped onto my lap. Flushed with fright, she trembles and runs out the bedroom door. The virgin card was too overplayed. One would think that she came from a convent. Particularly with the certitude that she had a mate before, I lacked the understanding of how he could not have de
*MIKAYLA’S POV* It's been nine days since Alpha Heron was in the hospital. The cottage was surprisingly light and quiet without his presence. Sage does not even bring home any she-wolves. Most days he was in Heron's office working his ass off. While Forbes mainly goes to the training ground with Axel and assists Sage in the areas that require it. My duties remain the same, but I go to the hospital daily to see Alpha Heron. I ensure that the nurses change his bedsheets. Then I read and sing to him, and most importantly, I keep his face and hair trimmed and clean. I thought he might wake up when he realized my annoying presence was constantly around him. My wolf was sad at her alpha's comatose state. The condition is highly confidential, and no one tells me the reason he suddenly blacked out. One day he went out with Sage and Forbes and did not return with them. I'm glad that no one blames the maid or thought suspiciously of me in any way. Instead, they look to me to still provide hi
HERON’S POV*- CRASH!!!!! The desk went flying across the office, against the left window to the front of the house. My wolf has gone completely ballistic. He’s raging and I cannot stop him. Why? Because I understand his aggression. Tyr is not one to recede and let go. He would rather hunt Charlotte down and deal with her as his mate. She knows that I’m after her and she is twisting me in her poisonous web like an idiot. Charlotte keeps moving. Skipping from town to town like we are in a game of hopscotch. Habitually, she finds another lover each time. Fucking like a nymphomaniac. Goddess knows where she gets her sexual appetite from. I'm an Alpha, yet I don't go around screwing the whole fucking town! No matter what fictitious veneer I disguised on my exterior, my insides were whirling and twisting in wretched pain and endless grief. Every day was like a blunt dagger stabbing and wrenching into my heart. No, I won’t force her to love me. I'm at my limit. She's pushed me enough.
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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