*BRIANNE’S POV*Training at the pack house was unnecessarily exhausting today. We were back to wolf training, and as far as I can remember, I have fought two wolves today. Every muscle in my body felt heavy as if I were dragging rock instead of flesh. But despite the exhaustion, there was a surge of pride running through me. I was proud of my skills. The sting of not having my wolf still gnawed at me. But days like these reminded me that I wasn’t weak. Not by a long shot.The arena buzzed with life as the trainees walked about, talking in small groups and catching their breaths after the intense session. The scent of damp earth and sweat hung in the air, thick and oppressive. Wolves in various stages of transformation walked by, their fur matted with dirt. The trainers were shouting instructions, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony.I wiped the sweat from my brow and leaned against one of the stone pillars at the edge of the arena, letting the coolness seep into my skin. I c
*BRIANNE’S POV*“ENOUGH!”It was Jordyn. His voice was filled with an authority that silenced even the wildest wolves. The massive wolf on top of me hesitated, his ears flattening in submission.I could barely lift my head, but when I did, I saw Jordyn standing at the edge of the ring, his eyes blazing with fury. His gaze flicked to Amelia, and for the first time, I saw something dark in his expression—something close to hatred.The wolf backed away, retreating to the edge of the ring as Jordyn stepped forward, his focus entirely on me. He crossed the space between us in a few long strides, his hand reaching down to help me up.“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice low but urgent. There was concern in his eyes…genuine concern, not the indifferent mask he was putting on a few days ago.I nodded weakly, though I wasn’t sure how true it was. My body was screaming in pain, my side bleeding from the wolf’s claws. But the physical wounds were nothing compared to the confusion swirling in m
*BRIANNE’S POV*The walk to the infirmary was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but that. I replayed the scene in my head, trying to make sense of everything. Why had Amelia done that? What have I ever done to her? And Jordyn…why did he always seem to come to my rescue, even when his loyalty was supposed to lie elsewhere?***As Doctor El finished wrapping the bandage around my waist, I let out a slow breath, my body exhausted but healing quickly. Jordyn was still beside me, his hand resting gently on mine. The room was filled with thick silence. The type that almost had a pulse.The memories of the training ring were still fresh in my mind. My body felt every bruise, every hit, but none of it compared to the turmoil inside me. Did Amelia hate me so much as to single me out in front of everyone, knowing I didn’t have my wolf?“Thank you, El,” Jordyn said as the doctor packed away his tools.Doctor El gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving the room, his footsteps fading down the
*JORDYN’S POV*“What is wrong with you?” I lashed out, my voice echoing through the walls.Amelia had crossed the line today. My mind kept replaying the moment I saw Brianne crumple under the weight of that final blow, her body battered from the fight Amelia had practically orchestrated.One minute, I was talking with Josh, telling him about my bond with Brianne. And the next minute, an overwhelming surge of panic coursed through me— Brianne was in danger. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even think. The bond pulled me straight to her.And now, standing in front of Amelia, I could barely keep my anger in check.“So, you’re going to yell at me because of her?” Amelia’s voice trembled, her eyes watery with a mix of emotions that she didn’t even try to hide.“You had no reason to do that,” I said, my tone still sharp, though I tried to calm it. “No reason to single her out like that and force her into a fight she couldn’t win.”Amelia’s face flushed with resentment, her lips curling into a sn
*BRIANNE’S POV*It’s been days since the unnecessarily unfortunate encounter with Amelia, but the soreness in my muscles was a constant reminder of her petty actions. Despite my training, my body still ached in places, but my mind was more exhausted than anything. I couldn’t stop replaying that fight in my head, especially Amelia’s smug expression as she watched me struggle.“That girl is something else,” Mary’s voice broke into my thoughts, pulling me out of the haze.I glanced around the table, my best friend, sitting with a frustrated look on her face. We were at a quaint little restaurant just outside the pack house. The place has a warm, cozy feel, with wooden tables and soft lighting that reflects off the polished floor. The scent of fresh bread and coffee filled the air, giving it a comfortable vibe, though the tension I felt in my chest remained heavy.“I know, right?” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what I ever did to her. If she’s having issues with Jordyn, she should
*BRIANNE’S POV*“Brianne, can we talk?” Marcus asked as soon as he approached our table, his voice steady but with an undertone of urgency.I looked up from my coffee, my eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Are you following me?” I asked, though my tone was half-joking. I knew Marcus, this wasn’t exactly the first time he’d shown up uninvited.He shook his head, though his eyes said something different. There was something almost possessive in the way he looked at me like he was claiming a right to be there, to be part of whatever I was doing.“No, I just…I heard you were around, and I thought we could talk. Please.”Mary shot me a glance, her lips pressing into a tight line. She didn’t like Marcus, and she certainly didn’t appreciate him barging in on our time. Still, I could sense there was something more to his appearance today. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out, but curiosity pulled me in.“Alright, talk,” I said, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned back in my seat. “What i
*JORDYN’S POV*“What do we have on our table, Josh?” I asked, rubbing my temples as I leaned back in my chair. Josh sat across from me, his laptop open and papers spread across the table.Josh gave me a look that made it clear he had something more to say than just pack affairs. “I don’t think you should be worried about that right now,” He said, his tone careful but firm.I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”Josh sighed, pushing a file aside. “The council called for a meeting, right? You know who’s behind it. Amelia and your mother—they’ve probably already filled the council with their concerns.”I exhaled sharply. Of course, they had. “They want me to move forward with the wedding.”Josh nodded, looking uncomfortable. “It’s not just that, though. There are whispers that Amelia’s trying to push the timeline because she’s…worried about something.”I crossed my arms. “Worried about what?”“She thinks you’re holding back because of Brianne,” Josh said, leaning forward. “She’s not wrong, is s
*JORDYN’S POV*I walked down the hallway toward the council meeting room, my boots echoing off the marble floor. Each step felt heavy with purpose, and I counted them in my head, trying to hold on to the last thread of my patience. I could feel the rage simmering just beneath my skin, but I needed to keep it in check. Not yet, I told myself. There was a time and place for everything, and today, I was about to show them exactly why people didn’t mess with me.The door to the council room stood ahead, tall and foreboding, but I pushed through without hesitation. As I entered, the dull murmur in the room fell silent, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me. Good. Let them stare. I had no interest in pleasantries today.I scanned the room, noting the familiar faces. All of them sat in their designated spots, the council members in their long robes, pretending to be wise and impartial. My mother and Amelia were seated at the far left, side by side like conspirators. My mother had a comp
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*MARY'S POV*We stood there for a moment, wrapped up in the quiet understanding between us, the noise of the celebration around us fading into the background. It was just the two of us, finally on the same page, finally admitting what we had known all along.Josh pulled me into his arms then, holding me tightly, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside of us didn’t exist. There was just this feeling of completeness, of knowing that we had found something rare, something worth holding on to.“Mary,” Josh murmured against my hair. “I don’t care what happens or how crazy life gets. As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.”I nodded against his chest, my heart full. “Together,” I repeated, the word feeling like a promise, like something unbreakable.We stood there, holding each other, the world going on around us, but for a brief, perfect moment, it felt like time had stopped. And when I pulled back to look at him, his eyes were filled with something deeper than just affect
*BRIANNE'S POV*We moved closer to the altar, where a silver chalice sat filled with sacred water blessed by the elders. Elder Marla raised the chalice, her voice steady as she began the invocation.“Moon Goddess, protector of the packs, guardian of our bonds, we call upon you to witness this union. Bless this Alpha and his Luna, guide them with your wisdom, and strengthen their bond so that it may never be broken. May their love bring prosperity to this pack and honor to your name.”As she spoke, the energy in the clearing seemed to shift. The air grew still, heavy with an almost tangible presence. My heart thudded in anticipation as Jordyn turned to me, his eyes filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.“This will only hurt for a moment,” he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm.I nodded, tilting my head to expose the curve of my neck where his mating mark already rested—a mark that had bound us in the past but would now be renewed in front of the pack and the Moon G
*BRIANNE'S POV*The day dawned brighter than any I’d ever seen, as if the sun itself knew this was no ordinary morning. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of the woman I barely recognized—dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, hair pinned into soft waves, and eyes lined with the faintest hint of gold. It was me, and yet it wasn’t.The house was alive with a flurry of excitement. Women rushed around, pinning flowers into my hair, adjusting the folds of my dress, and murmuring compliments that barely reached my ears. My heart was pounding too loudly to process anything fully.“Brianne,” my mother said softly from the doorway, drawing my attention. She stepped inside, her eyes misty but filled with pride. “You look radiant.”I turned to her, feeling a lump form in my throat. For all the ups and downs we’d been through, having her here today meant the world to me.“Thank you,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.She came closer, reaching out to adj
*BRIANNE'S POV*The council chamber was a room of immense power, its high ceilings and stone walls almost intimidating. I stood just outside the heavy oak doors, my palms slightly damp with nerves. Jordyn’s reassuring hand rested on the small of my back, steadying me, but it did little to quiet the storm of thoughts in my head.Why was I even here? The council had never been my ally. Their opposition to Jordyn choosing me as his mate was no secret. They thought I wasn’t good enough to be Luna. I wasn’t born into privilege or power, and their disdain had been a constant shadow since our relationship began.Jordyn leaned closer, his warm breath brushing my ear. “You don’t need to worry about what they think, Brianne. If they say anything disrespectful, I’ll shut it down.”I smiled weakly, appreciating his confidence. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”The doors swung open, revealing the circular council table where the elders were already seated. Each of them turned their heads towar
*JORDYN'S POV*The moment Brianne said yes, my world shifted. It wasn’t just the joy of hearing her acceptance; it was the realization that everything I’d worked for, everything I’d fought to protect, finally had a deeper purpose. She wasn’t just my mate—she was my future, and I wanted the entire world to see it.The day after the proposal, I summoned Mary, Janette, and Josh to discuss the wedding. It wasn’t going to be just any wedding—it would be a mating ceremony, too. A powerful display of unity for both Brianne and me, and for the pack as a whole.“Do you think she’ll be okay with it being both?” Mary asked, leaning back in her chair.“Brianne doesn’t do things halfway,” I replied confidently. “And neither do I. This is our moment, and I want it to reflect everything we are—mates, partners, and leaders.”Janette smirked. “You’re really pulling out all the stops, huh?”“Absolutely,” I said, my tone firm. “This isn’t just for us. It’s for the pack, too. After everything we’ve been
*BRIANNE'S POV*When I arrived at the location Mary had texted me, I was taken aback. It wasn’t the cozy café or lively bar I’d expected. Instead, I found myself standing outside a beautifully decorated venue. Soft fairy lights adorned the entrance, and a path lined with rose petals led the way inside.“What on earth…?” I murmured, stepping cautiously forward.The interior was even more breathtaking. The space was bathed in warm, golden light, with elegant floral arrangements and candles scattered throughout. It felt intimate, magical, and entirely unlike anything I’d anticipated.“Mary?” I called out, glancing around.But she was nowhere to be seen.My heart started to race, a mixture of confusion and anticipation swirling within me. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, my eyes found him.Jordyn.He stood not too far away, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo that made him look like he’d stepped out of a dream. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his piercing eyes locked onto min
*BRIANNE'S POV*The days after the war felt like a blur of activity and grief. The land bore scars of the battle—scorched earth, shattered buildings, and a heaviness in the air that was difficult to shake. But the pack was resilient, even in their pain.Jordyn wasted no time organizing efforts to rebuild. Under his leadership, everyone pitched in—repairing homes, clearing rubble, and tending to the wounded. It was a collective effort, and though the mood was somber, there was an undercurrent of determination.Jordyn had barely stopped to rest, throwing himself into the work with a single-minded focus. I stayed by his side as much as I could, offering support wherever it was needed.A week after the battle, the pack gathered in the main square. The sun shone brightly overhead, as if trying to wash away the darkness of the past few days. Jordyn stood on a makeshift stage, his posture straight and commanding, but I could see the weight he carried in the set of his shoulders.Josh stood n
*BRIANNE'S POV*The next morning, I found my father in the study, his back to me as he stared out the window.“Do you need something?” he asked without turning around.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “We need to talk.”He sighed, finally facing me. “About what?”“About why you can’t seem to support me,” I said, my voice steady but firm.“I support you,” he said, though his tone was dismissive. “I just don’t think throwing yourself into danger is wise.”“I’m not a child anymore, Father. I can make my own decisions.”“And what happens when those decisions get you killed?” he demanded, his voice rising.“That’s enough!” my mother’s voice cut through the tension as she entered the room. She placed herself between us, her gaze stern. “Both of you, stop this. You’re family, not enemies.”My father muttered something under his breath and left the room, leaving me and my mother alone.She turned to me, her expression softening. “He loves you, Brianne. He just… doesn’t know how t