Hello readers, Chapter 78.1 was a bonus chapter for you as a token of my appreciation. The view point was from Forbes so that you got to see what's up with his mate situation from the background.
-HERON’S POV* Day 6 cont’d………… Silva's cookie-cutter cottage was on the other side of the pack. Her daughter Preya greeted us at the door. "Heron, what wind belt was it that blew you here today? The easterlies or the westerlies?" She exaggerated and did not allow us in. "Oh right, it's that dilemma you have with the Elders." "Open the damn door and let us in," I demanded, unamused. Her attention shifted to Sage and she blushed as he bewitchingly stared at her. They have a mind-linked conversation and she played with a lock of her hair. "Flirt on your own damn time," I snapped them back to reality. In two seconds the door would have been ripped from its hinges. Opening the door wider, Preya moved out of the way, and Forbes and I strolled in. Sage stops by the door to fraternize with the sky-blue-haired teenage witch. Since we knew the house well, we advanced to the sunroom around the back and into the cauldron room where Elder Silva does her witchcraft. The tinted screen of the
*HERON’S POV* The mother and daughter witch duo commenced the ritual with incantations. Suddenly, the cauldron room was overcast with clouded darkness along with a strange sulphuric odor that transduced into the sunroom. Charlotte’s body stiffened as her back arched, her head pressed back, and her eyes rolled over, revealing one hundred percent sclera. The lighted candles’ flame amplified, blazing fiercely upward to almost touch the ceiling. Then a chilling sensation pervaded the room. Lightning came from the sky through the open glass ceiling panes of the sunroom. We ducked as the electric lights connected with the five points of the stone bed. Charlotte’s head flipped from left to right. Running green lights ran across her pale body. She gurgled and her fingers curled inwardly as her body reacted to the supernatural surgery of the spell. In order for the shards of her humanity to reappear, the ritual grazed her soul, patched the gaps, and was putting the pieces back together. “Th
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Day 6 cont’d………… After breakfast, I went to the training ground to let some heat off. My wolf, Pixie, was acting up. Her aggression was protruding into me and I was snappy all day. I found myself being rude at the new Omega Mary-Jean and Amoy. Nothing could be penciled into my thoughts. Heron’s evasiveness rifled me. If Charlotte was in the past, why did he spend his recent days with her? He never brought up the Elder Council’s adjudication. Amoy claimed that Forbes and Sage were aware but would not disclose it to Axel so that he could inform her. You see, Axel relates to her, his Gamma Female mate, all relevant pack business, and she then informs me. Hence, keeping me updated while assisting me with my Luna obligations. “For the record, I will not go easy on you,” Amoy told me as we sparred. She extended her right hand and curled her fingers to beckon to me, “Attack me.” Amoy quickly sidestepped my punch and other blows as I lunged at her. A few minutes later, we
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Day 6 cont’d…………….. Charlotte sat in Heron's lap, lips locked and sucking on each other's faces. I stood there breathing but feeling dead inside. My whole world exploded. My heart felt ripped out and squashed as his hands roamed over her body in front of my eyes. Chest pains rippled through me. "Heron," I whispered his name, all other parts of the English language failed me. Even though I can't feel it, tears are welling up in my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. The risk taken to be with him had blown up in my face. Betrayal. The word swirls in my head and the hot temper of my wolf pulsates in my veins. My heart clenched in my chest. Pixie and I were utterly shocked, jealous, and furious. She wanted Charlotte’s blood. Finally, the kiss broke and they both looked at me. It was like we were the only three people in this house. Everything else was a black screen. Charlotte was clearly amused with a victorious smirk directed at me. "Mikayla?" He spits out my name,
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Day 6 cont'd......... The dormer windows were unbreakable. Its security did not allow me to breach or penetrate it. In the months that I had been cleaning them, I had not noticed that particular detail. There was no reason to open them while I was cleaning. Sage was abiding outside the room door. With no way out, I was stuck. My anxious visage was reflected in the mirror, staring back at me. Puffy, bloodshot eyes highlighted the messy ragtag doll that I resembled. Today, my heart broke. Only one option was left and that was to confront Heron. Sadly, he would see my pain and discover my true feelings for him. Loving him provided the grounds for him to manipulate my emotions, thus tormenting my heart. A person was safeguarded from the risk of heartbreak by keeping their heart closed. Now it was too late for should haves. Getting three suitcases, I packed my things, taking down everything in the closet and bathroom. They stood at the side of the room door when I was f
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Impossible. My eyes popped wide open at his words in complete and utter shock. How could he love me? My giddy-headed wolf was delighted by his proclamation of love. My features were being caressed by his watchful gaze, and his electric blue eyes had a searing intensity to them. No, I must not have heard right. "You love me?" I pointed to myself. "Yes," he affirmed. I eyed him skeptically. The words whirled in my head. Should I believe him? The affordability to be deluded into thinking that he could possibly love me in any way does not exist. Any man who loves his woman would not go around kissing exes, and in this case, Charlotte. He’s lying again. I won’t fall into another one of his schemes. It’s obvious that he insists on toying with my mind. But I’m done with this bullshit. Yet it was sad that I could not tell exactly when I fell in love with him. Oh, sweet goddess! I loved this beast before me. Succinct grief falls on me to acknowledge the infinity of my
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Charlotte is not here. She is restricted from the cottage and being near you.” He paused and looked down for a moment before his eyes fixed on me with a penetrating stare. “This is our home and I love you with my heart and soul.” Studying me he added, “I mean it. You are my Luna. I will keep you at my side forever.” A strange warm sensation rose inside of me. I swallowed, biting my lips nervously. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. My wolf was lying in a ball of jubilation, sated in my mind. Right now, I have chills and hot flashes going on at the same time, pulse pounding. Another heat wave sets my heart afire. The mate bond chips in ten times stronger. Like a predator, he stares at my body. His nose flared, aggressively sniffing my pheromones like an addict, and his eyes darkened, filled with lust. The unmelt ice cubes in the water yield no results. I felt like I was sitting at the table in hell, dining with the devil and his flames surrounding me. “Mmm,” I folde
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “I’m sorry, Mikayla……” Heron breathed deeply to quiet his raging lust, which hotly fanned my neck. “I don't want to force you. Bear with me because I can’t hold back anymore. Your heat is driving me crazy.” The entire sweatpants zipped from his body. While the intimacy paused, the mind-stealing cramp returned. The stab of pain ripped through my lower half, drowning me in a wave of fire. I pant-pant-blow through my mouth like a woman in labor. I spread my legs far apart, fully exposing my cleanly shaved pink pussy, wanting him inside of me. The movement made my intoxicated scent waft him, and for a moment he shuddered as his cock hardened into iron, sticking out like a Tuscan pillar. Slick gushed out my slit at the sight of him. “Now, Heron,” I reached out my hand for him to take it so that I could pull him on my fervid body. I mewled with hormonal desire. Ignoring my hand, he placed his palm on my pussy, rubbing it. “Say what you want. I need to hear it.” I gasped.
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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