*MIKAYLA’ POV* Stroking my hair could not console my shredding heart. The agony was so deep that it was carving a scar on my chest. Wailing on Heron’s chest made the milky and honey scent of him potent and the bond strived to comfort me. Persistent tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheekbones. Despondence. Knowing that Charlotte had a piece of Heron was unbearable. At this moment, he belonged to both of us, instead of solely to me. Once again, I pushed at him to free myself from his caging arms. Instead, he does not budge and I cry harder. Copious tears dripped down his smooth muscles. Suffocating. I wanted to flee the cottage and find solitude in the forest. Pain shot across my bosom as the knowledge that he loved her too nosedived. “Mikayla, please stop crying,” he pleads sympathetically, “My wolf hates that you are hurting.” His hand caresses the back of my head. “You are going back to her.” I faltered over my barely audible words. "I know it." Heron sighed an
*HERON’S POV* Even now, Mikayla has not told me that she loved me. There’s a mission for today, yet I’m distracted by the ongoing of my relationship. I admitted my love for her. Why won't she say it back? Am I not making her happy? Am I a bad mate? It hurts and rips at my insides that she might not feel the same. In all my years, I have not desired much. I foster no care for possessions because my family is affluent. My heart, mind and soul crave Mikayla's love and admiration. I'm dying to hear the three words from her beautiful lips. I'm whipped and pathetic. Under the brilliant glow of an exquisite magical woman, I have pruned while the rest of the world sees me as the sun. It’s now apparent that I must go beyond to win Mikayla’s heart. What we had was no longer an arrangement. Wasn’t it obvious? Even Tyr was mad at Charlotte because we had to leave Mikayla at home. We missed our mate. More than once, I considered taking Charlotte with me and handing her over to the black fox ma
*HERON’S POV* No rest for the wicked, they say. I did not sleep a wink last night. Axel swept the area clean, including the video feed for the entire house. We had warriors searching throughout the two states. No note was left to hint where they had gone. Simon's efforts to track their phones were futile and in vain. How could she do this to me? So I sat in the backyard, howling lamentably in the moon, cursing, as I grew cold from missing her warmth. How can she be gone? Without her, my world was collapsing. I forced a hand through my hair as dawn's light hit my face. Amoy was forbidden to leave Mikayla's side. Ostensibly, Preya dropped by to assist Mikayla with her fairy powers. Amber, Preya's best friend, was bound to accompany her. As a result, the pack is missing all four females. However, Silva with the intention to use her wiccan powers to connect with her daughter, promised to get back to me by this morning. Today, the appreciation for life itself was amiss. Not even the b
*HERON’S POV* "Rogue attack at the western border. I repeat, rogue attack at the western border." Warrior Elite Dennis urgently reported through the mind-link to all top leaders. "Thirty-three rogues are heading this way." "Exactly what we need," Tyr, my wolf was ravenous for blood since Mikayla was not back yet, and I don't know if she'll return and make this our permanent home. This was a perfect way to distract myself and shut down the plaguing thoughts. The council meeting was postponed until her return. No measure of pain was in comparison to one of the heart. Because when it bleeds, no expert can fix its brokenness. Tyr and I pledge never to let her go when she returns to me. In my gut, I have a mustard seed of faith that she will come to me, where she belongs. She can't leave me. I love her so much. “Axel,” I reached out with the mind-link, throwing the sheet from my body and sliding out of bed. Some of the furniture was replaced and I warned my wolf not to damage anything
*HERON’S POV* “Heron, we’ve got a guest.” Disgruntled, Axel entered my private office and took a seat. From my wheelchair behind the L-shaped marble table with side cabinets, I grunted at the nuisance. I did not wish to be entertained by whoever those shitheads were. “Kick their ass out of this building, stupid mutt,” I snapped at my future Gamma with irritation in my voice. "I do not think that I will let your Gamma kick his own father's ass out of your humble home that easily, young Alpha Scrooge," Gamma Chad, the waggish third in command walked inside my newly refurbished office. Mikayla performed the task admirably to surprise me after my return from Mexico, with a renovated office space. She’s the best. I groaned and sighed with annoyance at my unwanted guest. “What brings the Grim Reaper to my cottage?” Gamma Chad sniggered and approached the desk, “I brought something to thaw the chilly atmosphere that you have going on in here.” He took out an envelope from his black le
*HERON’S POV* “What the fuck do you want?” Tyr growled within me. It's not that I hated her, but this was the worst time to show up when all I wanted was to see Mikayla coming into my arms. My wolf wants this she-wolf gone, especially because she might upset our mate if she does return. Mikayla might not admit it, and she'd get jealous too. Worry and sadness monopolized my days. When Mikayla left, she took a part of me. Didn't she miss me? It's conceivable that she did not love me, after all. If this was a taste of what a heartbreak is like, then I don't want to know the fullness of one. I was desperately hoping that no one had harassed her. The unbidden gray-eyed brunette hauled a chair closer to me and sat down. She slouched forward with eyes fucking me and claimed, “I came as a friend.” “Leave,” I snarled one word. It's been years since I last saw her. I was completely ignorant that she had returned. She uprights her body, showing hurt features on her face. “Um, I haven’t see
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Bubbling with so much joy at being home caused rising anxiety to be all over me. Preya instructed me to be the one to take us home after teaching me how to create portals. The first portal that I assumed was opened by me, was actually the fairies drawing me into their realm. Imagine my astonishment when we entered a picturesque area and a crowd of strangers surrounded us.The voyage was informative, enlightening and enjoyable. With every minute that went by, my thoughts rested on Heron. My heart ached. I presumed that he was going crazy without me. Knowing that Alphas loathed being separated from their mates, my unintended disappearance weighed heavily on me. Additionally, I felt guilty that Amoy and Amber were disconnected from Axel and Simon because of me. Home at long last, but..............what the heck is going on here? The thrill of coming back was batted away by the treacherous scene before me. Who would have imagined that I would return to find Heron lying d
-MIKAYLA'S POV* “Alpha Hudson," Demi ambled over to the Alpha. "Heron and I were talking and then she attacked me,” Demi wailed, wiping tears from her cheeks while conveniently omitting crucial details. Mascara smears her face as the black liquid trickles down. “What?” Luna Phoebe was astounded. Her eyes swung from me to Demi, and lastly, Heron. Alpha Hudson takes a wider view and vets all of us. “IN THE OFFICE, NOW!” The suspicion emerged that Demi mind-linked Alpha Hudson and Luna Phoebe to come and witness the altercation between us to use it to her advantage. The incessant maneuvers by she-wolves to attain Alpha heirs amaze me. They don't know how to accept an Alpha's choice of mates. When it comes down to Heron, how many more will I have to contend with? We bundled into Heron’s office with Alpha Hudson sitting in his executive chair and Luna Phoebe standing at his right side. The mated couple's grim expressions matched the aura that they dispelled around us. Heron puts me i
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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