*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Get up, Mikayla,” Heron forces his command through the mind-link. “Why? I can’t move.” I squirmed but it hurt to move. “The fight is over.” “It is not. Now get up and look at me.” He forgot that I was a corpse now. I was waiting for the light to guide me to the other side. Both my system and my cognitive capacities crashed. Varla would leave me alone once I continued acting in this manner. I closed my eyes as I resigned to the serenity of my out-of-body experience. “MIKAYLA!” Instantly, my body obeys his summons. I erected into a sitting position and found my eyes locked with Heron’s. They were exactly the same as when I had that dream, totally obsidian with a red pinwheel in them, mesmerizing me. Entranced by it, I stood, forgetting those and everyone around me. Everything went silent and my anguish numbed. Pixie jumped around vivaciously, howling merrily while I gawked at his handsome face. Except for our heartbeats, all other sounds were muted. He slithered
*HERON’S POV* Mikayla went into a deep slumber after her fight. I held her bridal style in my lap as Alpha Henley and the omegas tried so hard to free Varla from the sunken dirt that entrapped her. Today, CasterMoon became a laughing stock. They have learned: don't mess with FireBricks' Luna. Mom affectionately stroked Mikayla's cheek as she lay motionless in my arms. Innocent and cute, I admired my sweet Luna. The other Alphas gave me a soft smile and nodded their approval because Mikayla showed perseverance and strength, and above all, she won the battle. Mikayla staked her claim on me. The entire pack now understands that she was my woman, my intended Luna. A powerful Luna. "I wish that you would stop keeping secrets from us, Heron," Mom frowned and reiterated what Dad had mentioned, that I withheld Mikayla's hybrid status from them. Not all hybrids are accepted. Some wolves prefer pure-blooded werewolves in their packs. The Supernatural Triad Council, which consisted of the s
*HERON’S POV* Axel had to be drunk last night. Nothing he said made sense and I had no spare time for foolishness. Today, I planned to treat Mikayla after Silva drops by. My winsome Luna earned it. It was a bright and sunny day to bud with some romance. “Dad, I’ll be out with Mikayla so please do not disturb your son and future daughter-in-law.” I sent over the mind-link. “Alright.” Dad terse. Someone moderately rapped on my office door. Judging by the scent that went up into my nostrils, I knew who it was. “Go away,” I barked, looking at the closed wooden door with my hand rubbing under my chin as I brainstormed dating ideas. “Alpha, I have a report,” Axel answers back. “Not today,” I returned. "Go and handle it by yourself." The objective of the day was to figure out a place for our first date. “But Alpha it’s……” “Axel, don’t make me strangle you today,” I warned, getting royally pissed. “It’s about what I said last night,” he insisted. “Amoy!” I bellowed and she came rush
*HERON’S POV* It was past midnight when Elite Amoy came back to the cottage from visiting her parents who had celebrated their anniversary. Amoy recently relocated to the cabin with us per my directives, since she is automatically the Gamma female. Thanks to the mate relationship with Axel. I hope they find a quick solution to their problems in order to become the Gamma couple that the pack needs. The Gamma female and Beta female serve as the supporters of the Luna. Therefore, Amoy will serve at Mikayla’s side along with Sage’s mate. Leaving Mikayla’s side without Amoy's protection was out of the question. Her current role is to watch over Mikayla and make sure she is always okay. To surmise, I refused to let that disturbing note that was left on the cabin door interrupt my date with Mikayla. We had dinner and spent time cuddling together before I summoned Sage to drive us back. Then I waited for Amoy to announce her presence before departing. Hurriedly, Sage drove me to the pack
*HERON’S POV* (Day 4 cont’d) Lying beside Mikayla made my torment worse. Her enveloping scent was driving both me and my wolf crazy with desire. Tassels of her light blonde hair were strewn all over the pillow. Her nipples were slowly luring me in to suck them with the rise and fall of her breasts as they left an impression on my shirt. All-in-all, my sweet tooth craved her tasty treat. Like a kid in a candy store, every aspect of Mikayla was delectable. I shivered after feeling the bulging tent in my sweatpants. I'd never experienced such euphoria. I merely hunger for her love and touch. She was glowing in her sleep. No doubt that she was having a nice dream. Her pink plump lips twitched and slowly pulled apart. My thoughts halted when she made a soft sound, totally undoing me. Then something drifted into the air. I groaned as I sniffed. It had a sweet aroma that was reminiscent of her. She had become aroused. Holy hell. My spine tingled, and my lips convex a smile. Was she drea
*HERON’S POV* On our way into the Village, we passed the Aviary Center which offers up-close encounters with hawks, falcons, and owls. Eppin is a quiet flat village with charming narrow streets and colorful walled gardens. Additionally, there are many picturesque walks down the coast on either side of the harbor where to breathe in the sea air, discover uncrowded beaches, or browse its art galleries and shops to find delicious, fresh seafood served throughout the area. Cobblestone streets, cute churches, stone cottages, well-preserved medieval and Tudor structures, and charming pubs can be found in the neighborhood. The region still has its rustic charm, and the square beneath the remnants of a medieval castle highlights a traditional market every Friday. The sewage plant is located in the southwestern part of Eppin village. The housing for the workers was situated in the centralized labor quarters. There are fifteen container cabins, each measuring 1.5mm Mild Steel 40' (L) x 8' (H
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Shuffling out of bed, the entrance of my pussy felt sore. The realization of the size of his cock startled me. My gosh! Even when he was not all the way, it felt like he stretched my entrance significantly. Yet, I will not downplay the pleasure that he gave me. My breath was taken away by his breathtaking exploration of my tender inner areas. Every remembrance causes my cheeks to flush with a re-emerging desire. Once in the large bathroom, I started to fill the tub with warm water and added the bath gel to make bubbles. Removing the ripped shirt from my shoulders, it pooled at my feet. Glancing at my reflection, I studied my body a bit. The extreme whiteness of my skin made my blue- amber eyes stand out, looking flawless. Heron surprisingly behaved this morning. I stepped into the water, laid in the tub, and played with the bubbles. I averted my eyes from his body out of concern that I wouldn't be able to withstand drinking up his exquisite structure. Another arous
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Oh no! My eyes bulged from their sockets. In horror, I watch Heron’s tall ominous wolf pin Henry against the brick wall. Heron’s black, long claws sank into Henry’s neck as blood streamed down his chest. His life was ending right before my eyes. “Heron, no!” I exclaimed, feeling petrified by the scene. Why would he attack an innocent guy? We weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Heron pressed his claws further into Henry’s neck though his dark eyes trained on me, growling with jarring vibrations. It was Tyr. He was threatening to kill him, so it was up to me to step in. Henry’s eyes were pulp, showing excess sclera. “Mikayla, you have to calm him down if you want Henry to live,” Amoy advised from the doorway. She chose not to be close to us but stood observing the scene. Director Chancellor ushered the children out of the kitchen into the backyard to get them away from the unfolding violence. The rest of the orphanage personnel try to keep the other childre
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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