*MIKAYLA’S POV* "Shift," he alpha-commands me with a sensual tone. Laying with my back against the hard grassy ground, my wolf is at his mercy. Submissively, I slowly shifted to my nude human form. Heron growled deeply as he looked down on my body, and in seconds his naked human form rested against me, skin to skin. "Heron," I peered into his darkening eyes with helplessness, stupefied. The panic in my chest was being overpowered by the salacious signals emerging from his rut. "Shhh," he quiets me and roves his eyes at my nakedness, taking note of every inch of my body with special attention on my lips. "Feeling you takes the pain away." This alluring dark angel with tanned firm bulky muscles, enticed me to caress them. Tracing my fingers along his well-defined eight-pack muscles elicited a breathy sound from him. Feeling both his sexual pheromones on my exposed skin and the subjection of his intense lustful gaze left me shuddering beneath him, with no room for shame. He had this
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Waking up, I wondered why my alarm did not go off this morning. The bed felt awful and hard, similar to the hard floor. However, when my groggy eyes opened to encounter the sunrise's golden glow. I found myself outdoors with a heavy arm around me. Naked in our human forms, I could not help the panic and let out a screeching scream. “Aaaaaaaaaaaahh!” Last night was not a nightmare? I thought it was a dream that stemmed from a figment of my imagination. His hand tugged my body and he stirred. His hot breath fanned my neck. From this imprisoning grip, I had to escape. Using my hand, I held his wrist and tried lifting his arm. Even with all my might, I failed. It was quite uncomfortable. Never have I flaunted my nudity. Then I thought back to when he had mentioned that I didn't have much to offer a man. Well, not exactly in those words, but it was the implication. Finally, he retracts his massive arm from around me. Hurriedly, I got up from the grass and dashed toward
*MIKALYA’S POV* Sage was the only person at the cottage when I arrived. “Where’s Alpha?” I found him in the kitchen preparing something to eat. “He’s out,” Sage terse, laying down four slices of bread on a hand towel. He wore a dark sleeveless top and white sweat pants, his sandy blonde hair was a mess. “Will he be back for dinner?” I asked, opening the refrigerator to check ingredients for dinner. “Isn’t today your day off?” He looks at me from the side while spreading mayonnaise on the bread. “Yes, but I….” “Mikayla, go watch a movie or something.” He cuts me off, “You worry about Heron too much.” “It’s my job.” I quipped and took an apple from the fridge with a bottle of water. “Were you just doing your job last night?” He challenged with a raise of his brow, slicing the tomatoes. My mouth opened but no sounds were ejected. Guilt blended with a hint of self-loathing. The regret of my actions had my mind in unrest. The sane and sensitive parts of my brain urged me to wipe t
*HERON’S POV* Overall, it has been six months now since Charlotte ran away, and the chest pains are the worst. Right now I'm clutching my chest where my heart feels like it is being ripped out. Is this what a stroke feels like for humans? Whenever the anguish takes over me, my mind switches to Mikayla. That one pleasurable night in the forest was so addictive that I hankered for more of her enticing supply. The vivid memory occasionally refreshes my mind. I know that it was the rut that caused both of us to engage in the unforeseen intimacy, but it torments my mind, wanting her to give me that solace again. How many nights have I wanted to go to her room? Many. It’s uncountable. But I can’t do this to her. It’s unreasonable to drag her into an affair. Pleasure was the only thing that we’d offer each other. As an Alpha, I would have to be mated with an Alpha Female. While Mikayla would have higher expectations than I could meet. So everything remained normal. I'm lying in bed, strug
*HERON’S POV* Landing in Alcorcon, the hotel had arranged a chauffeur for us to take us there. It was indeed a beautiful city, but sightseeing was not my prerogative. My jet was in a private hangar for us to leave Spain anytime. On paper we booked and paid for the hotel rooms to cover a week. This should be ample time to get things over and done with. We will go into the room to make it look occupied before leaving for the Chateau where Forbes laid low on his mission. "Alpha, have you considered what we discussed? There are other ways to deal with your mate." Sage brings up his points again. "I will not change my mind. I cannot accept a cheating mate who looks down on me," I said for the final time. Truly, I was getting annoyed with them for being in favor of Charlotte. The witch Evadney had been ordered by the Supernatural Triad Council to tell Charlotte that she had thrown us off her trail so that she could remain in Spain until we captured her. The current state of affairs had
*HERON’S POV* "Mis hombres están en ello,” (My men are on it.) Alpha Pedro informed us as we ended the phone interaction. “Recuerda que aquí estoy para cualquier cosa que necesites.” (Remember I'm here for anything you need.) “Gracias, amigo,” (Thank you, my friend). I took the phone from my ear and hung up. Alpha Pedro was right on time with the distraction that we needed. It happened as early as ten minutes from the termination of the call. It was a witch that incapacitated Andrés' two guys, sending them to sleep at the spot where they were stationed. One was on the roof of an adjacent building while the other occupied a room directly across from Charlotte's apartment where they both could easily see inside through the glass windows and sliding doors on the balcony of the fifth floor. Forbes, with Simon's help, froze their security cameras so they would not see me entering the building. From the roof of the apartment building that Charlotte occupied, Forbes remained on watch wh
*CHARLOTTE’S POV* Ring, ring, ring! “Hello.” I sat behind my office desk at Fabhion's and answered the phone. “Ms. Timberwood, the boss requests your presence at the mansion.” I identified the voice belonging to Hugo, Andrés’ right-hand man and underboss. Today was not one of the days that he would want to see me. Perplexed, several questions formed in my mind, but I was not allowed to question him. Hugo would not give me answers even if he knew them. “Okay,” was my response. “Be there by 6 pm,” he commanded. “Sure.” The call went dead. A half smile formed on my crimson-painted lips. Seeing my man today would be a joyous occasion, especially after the awful visit from that dipshit retard, Heron. Heron, the moron. I giggled, finding it comical. I felt sick to my stomach seeing that half-man again. The fucking idiot. I laughed at the way that I played him. It’s good when a woman can use her body to get what she wants. Because today I was ten million dollars richer! With all th
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Come on, Mika. Just come to this party with me!” June begged, pulling on my sleeve. Lying on my bed, I was inside my room reading a new book that I borrowed from Alpha Heron’s library. I was hoping to finish it before he came home. The book was about the were-kingdom, containing information about all the various types of shifters. I thought that this particular book should not have been touched, so basically, I was stealing a read. June barged into my room, as she often does when she sleeps over. She's excited about getting a break from her culinary training so that she could have fun tonight. “I can’t, June. Alpha Heron gave me rules to follow.” I reminded the beautiful brown hair with green eyes girl. She and I had gotten remarkably close since she began assisting me at the cottage, especially since Nikki discarded me. “It is nightfall and you are done working for the day! I have never seen you have fun. See, that is why you remain single.” She points accusingl
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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