Michael’s POVShe stared at her hands, not sparing me a glance. I knew she was shy, but not this shy. I tilted her face toward me. That way, she was not going to look away."First, Nora, you don’t have to be shy with me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I’m not sorry for saying that." Her face immediately went bright red, like that of a fire truck."Emm, I think it's late. I need it to retire to bed." She stood abruptly as she pulled away from me. I am still avoiding my eyes."Okay," I muttered, and we left the theater. As we walked in absolute silence, I watched her back. She kept looking back a bit."I guess this is a good night then," I said as we got to her door."Yes, I had a great time. Thanks to you," she gave me a small smile, and I returned it. Speaking of the great time, I don't even remember a single thing that happened in the movie. Nora was my beautiful distraction.The week went by fast. Dylan had begun to settle down at a new school."Dad, can I still punch pe
Michael's POV"Your highness, the Desma pack is seeking your acceptance. They want you to get a mate from their pack." Zen informed me. I rolled my eyes.We were on our way to the Desma pack. If it were left alone for me, I would be somewhere in the house, getting ready to pick Nora and Dylan up from school.Now I'm going to talk to people who are not too different as lickers. Great. I never visited packs. Hercules, though my brother was also the beta. He did those kinds of jobs in my stead. He took care of the pack while I was on the human side, whenever I wanted to rest."A mate?" Hercules exclaimed.I ran my hands through my hair. These small packs. I am always looking for ways to seek favor from the Faulkners."Will you honor it?" Hercules asked as he continued scrolling through his phone. I snorted. He already knew my answer."Don't look at me, Herc; this visit was solely your idea. You know I don't do packs.""Yes, Agnar I said so, but this is the way you would be recognized and
Michael’s POV"Hmm, what’s this? Who is it from?” I asked as I flipped the envelope around. No one answered. They were avoiding the question. I looked at them, but no one was staring in my direction."Zen, can you not hear me?” I glared at him and my brother. Hercules looked away and began to whistle. Zen took a deep breath and began to speak.“Your highness, that is a red-sealed envelope. It belonged to the royals of every pack. Ours is black. This right here is a letter from the alpha of the Desma pack,” he said.I burst out laughing. “I knew he would have something up his sleeve. Oh, if only eyes were guns.” Gradually, my laughter died. Nobody had joined in. Hercules looked away, and Zen was staring down at his shoes.“Your highness, this is a serious matter. The alpha of the Desma pack might be an old wolf, but he has a lot of influence on the elders of lycanthropy. I sighed.“Read the damn thing later,” I said in clenched teeth. Zen took it from me and slowly tore it open.“Greet
Jake’s POVI slammed the door shut behind me. Who did that stuffed shirt think he was anyway? Michael Dean. I wanted nothing but to put an end to his life. Everywhere I went, he was there. like my doom.I still can’t believe the extent of the betrayal. After I had spoken to Desma Alpha, he assured me that the Alpha King was mine. He will pay. I’ll make sure of it. Werewolves would definitely be horrible without me. I loosened my waist and unbuttoned my shirt. Walking to the wine bar, I took a bottle of bourbon and poured myself a drink.“Your highness,” I heard a voice behind me. It was the beta.“Who met the alpha of the Desma?” I gritted my teeth.“Your highness, it was I. He has promi-" I turned and threw the glass in his direction. Felix, the gamma, ducked as the glass splashed on the wall. It missed his head, but a shard of glass hit his back. The red color staining his white made me smile broadly. Maybe if I kept him here all night, he would bleed to death.“You were saying.” I
Nora’s POV“Stop being a wet blanket and have some fun!” Chanel half-screamed into my ears as we got into the club. I, Chanel, and some of her friends had come to the club to chill out. Today was Friday.Renee, my other teacher, couldn’t make it tonight. Something about spending the weekend with her boyfriend.I met them the first day I began to teach at Dylan’s school. They were full of energy. It reminded me of the human friends I had. We were welcomed by the dark lights of the club, the loud music, and the almost naked bodies that were littered all over the place. I took in a deep breath and smiled. I needed this.The past week has been hellish for me, thanks to the new principal. I just don’t want to talk about Michael.The club was once my forte in the human world. It was a place I always went whenever the problems were getting to my head. Since I got it, I haven’t really clubbed. Chanel tapped my arm and spoke some words. I didn’t get to hear her because of the music. Then she
Nora’s POVHe chuckled.I couldn’t believe it. Of all the conclusions, he found that one. Well, to be honest, he was right, but it would never come out of my mouth.“What’s funny, your highness?” The sarcasm rolled off my tongue like a carpet. He stopped laughing. All traces of laughter had died. I bit back on a smirk."Nothing, Nora," he said as he ran his hands through his hair. It was a habit I noticed he had when he was short of words or stressed. I couldn’t help but notice how his hands were large. They could definitely fit into mine.“I just think you should have told me," said Michael after he cleared his breath.“I never knew I had to report my everyday activities to you.” I glared at him and walked away.“Who the hell did he think he was anyway? I can go out as I please. Wasn’t he the one who went out and came back with Luna? I had been quite all this time,” I reasoned aloud as I went to the kitchen to get a midnight snack after changing into my pajamas. Thank God I didn’t ha
Nora’s POVSunlight penetrated through the blinds, and I squinted the moment my eyes fluttered open. With a stretch, I sat up in bed. I could no longer feel that pounding pain on my forehead."Oh, this sleep is good!” I exclaimed as I stood up. I used the bathroom, washed my face and teeth, and walked back to my room. I wanted to do my facial care, but I remembered Dylan. I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.I opened the door to leave, and I could hear shouts. I still heard clearly, and I wasn’t mistaken. There was a brawl going on at the front of the house. Werewolves and fights were in an ever-ending love battle. I went downstairs to get breakfast, but as usual, the chef had made it.“Good morning, everyone.” I turned to the chef and asked, “Why don’t you take a day off?" I said as I took the table mat out while signaling for the maids to leave it. I still felt weird having everything done for me. By the way, I found joy doing these little things.“Good morning, Nora,” she sm
Nora’s POV He came forward and was about to take my hands, but Michael snatched them away. I fought the urge to smile, but it was a serious matter. Watching him immediately catapulted me to a time I would never forget. I staggered, and immediately Michael caught me. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Just dizzy,” I replied. “Do you want to go inside?” he asked, and I nodded. He held my hands, and we went in, but not without giving Jake a death stare. He took me to the kitchen and gave me a glass of what? I gulped down the liquid like I was in a desert. I sat still without saying a word. “Do you want to talk about it?” I was silent as I stared out in space. “I’m sorry for asking me." "No, it’s fine. I remembered something. It was a painful memory.” I smiled weakly. “Do you want to hear it?” He nodded slowly. “I had just given birth to Dylan, and I had no job. I needed one, and when I did, my boss was attracted to me. I was not ready, but he was adamant. and so I trailed off. *********
Nora’s POV5 years later“Nora! Come on, we will be late,” Michael yelled from downstairs.“Coming!” I ran downstairs. But at a slow pace, “please hold her,” I handed Danielle to her father.Today was a game day for Dylan. He had begged us all to come. And when I mean all, I mean me, Michael, Hercules, Mia, Malia, and Zen.Michael cleared his schedule, and for the others, they didn’t have much to do in the park. I was also lucky that my 1-year-old daughter was not fussy today.A lot has happened since I got married to Michael. After I was made Luna, my previous pack came to apologize for some of the things they had done to me. I forgave them. Michael had pity on them; instead of taking ownership of the pack, he made one of them an Alpha, and the moon goddess did the choosing. Hercules and Mia had their child, Arla. Four years ago, she was the most beautiful child I had ever had. She keeps Hercules on his toes, just like her mother. As for Zen, Malia is 5 months old. We also cannot wai
Nora’s POV6 days later.I was woken up by a pesky mosquito that wouldn’t stop screaming in my ear, no matter how I tried to swat it away sleepily. It was on my third attempt that I mistakenly smacked myself across the face. I felt an excruciating pain in my head.“Aargh!!!” I cried. It was then that I took in my environment. I recognized the room. I tried to move more, but I couldn’t. I realized there was an IV drip connected to my wrist."Guys, she’s up,” I heard someone say from outside of the room. Then they all come in. Malia, Zen, Hercules, and Mia. They had a huge grin on their faces.“Hi guys,” I smiled back. “Where is Michael?’’ I blurted. They all turned their gazes to the side, and there he was. Sleeping on a small cushion. He was a giant in that chair."Aww,” my heart melted. The girls chuckled as the guys laughed. I think that was what woke him up. He stirred around and was about to fall off the chair, but he caught himself. He peaked an eye open as he stared at everyone’
Michael’s POVAll through the night, I felt like someone was calling out to me. My wolf was awakened. I had to do something to calm him down. I had to go towards where I heard that voice. I stood up and began to walk.“Where are you going?” Hercules turned to me. Someone was going into the underground house. The one we saw Zen go into last night.“I need to go in,” I said as I began pacing.“If you do, we would get caught. We still have no plans yet,” Hercules said. I nodded. He had a point, but the longer I stayed without going towards where my wolf was leading me, the more agitated I was. I kept pacing till I had it up to here."Okay, fuck this shit! I need to go inside. Now this is the plan. Once I go in and make sure the coast is clear, I howl out to you guys,” and with that, I left.The moment I walked into the house and found someone kicking Nora to the ground and trying to claw Dylan on the throat, anger rose to my head, and I lost it. I jumped in the air and immediately transi
Nora’s POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a cat. It was staring intently at me, or rather, at me and Dylan. My heart began to race as I thought of what next to do. I wanted to scream, but then I remembered. I was not at home. I had been kidnapped. I stared at my lap, and there he was. Dylan. The son I thought I had lost. I fixed him properly on the carton we lay on and stretched my leg. When I turned back, the cat was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t too sure of what the time was, but I think it was 4 a.m.ish. I was up, and I couldn’t sleep any more. So I stayed up, watching the sun rise from the little reflection of the sun in the small room.Sitting there, yesterday’s event rang fresh in my mind. I was this close to getting killed. I feared for my life and that of Dylan. Zen looked hell-bent on exacting his revenge on Michael. My eyes went to the door. What if he still tries to kill me again? What am I going to do? I sighed and began to bite my nails. Wha
Mia’s POVThe next thing I know, I am being dragged out of the car, and the car zooms off. I turn my head around. No one was in sight. All I could see were trees and grasses. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Where am I? I stood up and limped to a corner. It was an abandoned building. I took shelter under it. Not wanting to go in, danger might be lurking, or you might stand outside the building for fear of being attacked. My legs were swollen. Partly because of my pregnancy and also because they made me walk half the way. I squinted. I saw no one. Just then, a car sped past me.Wait, was that Nora? Yes, that was Nora. Immediately, I began to jump.“Nora!” I ran after the car, and just before I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone.“Watch where—“wait a minute. I knew that smell came from somewhere. Hercules? I looked up, and it was him. I jumped on him, screaming and crying. Hercules kept wiping my tears. I tried to speak, but he put his hand on my lips.“It’s you. It’s really you
Nora’s POVMy heart raced at the thought of what had just happened. I had been forcibly dragged into the backseat of a car, my screams muffled by a hand over my mouth. Panic surged through my veins, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I struggled against my captors, but their grip on me was firm."Let me go! Help! Someone, please!" I cried out, and my voice choked with terror. Oh no. This was all shades of wrong. And so go all our plans and what-ifs. Nothing matters now."Shut up, you little brat!" one of the kidnappers growled, his voice harsh and menacing. "You're coming with us, whether you like it or not."My eyes darted around the dimly lit interior of the car, searching desperately for a way to escape. But the windows were locked, and the doors were sealed shut. I felt trapped, helpless, and utterly alone. I wanted to cry, but I blinked back my tears. It was as if I had left all my courage and determination on the ground while being shoved into the car.As the car
Nora’s POVImmediately, sleep vanished from my eyes. I blinked a couple of times before it all seemed so real.A letter for me.That could be the answer to my questions. My closure. Was my Dylan dead? Is this a torture letter? Maybe they have a picture of my dead son. Oh, Zen’s brother, you must hate Michael so much. So much that he had to hurt a child to drive home a point. My heart stomped in my chest. Maybe it would not be a good idea to open it yet.The letter trembled in my hands as I stared at it. I stared so long at it that it began to look like another object. I put the letter in my other hand as I rubbed the clammy, shaky one on my dress. Suddenly, everything had changed. The memories of the previous night with Michael.I looked from Michael to the letter. It might look like some piece of paper, but to me, it was as heavy as a rock. Was it blank like the last time, or does it mean my son is still alive? My Dylan.“I... I think I should open it." I looked at Michael. He nodded
Michael’s POVHercules rose up and charged towards Eleanor. The guards were fast, as they grabbed him before his hands could touch her.“Where is she?" Hercules demanded. I grabbed him.“Herc, be calm, please,” I said.“ What? Did you just hear her? She said she knows where Mia is!”“Please be calm, Herc. We will find Mia, I promise you,” and did my brother sit still? He glared at the Eleanor girl. She ducked. I told her to stand aside.“Tell me what you know," I said. She looked scared.“Some days ago, I saw Nyla leave the pack.”“Nyla?” I asked, and she nodded.I always knew that girl had something to hide. “Go on!"“She was headed towards the side of the white oak forest. I told Luna... I mean Miss Nora. Then, later, after the attack, when we were saved, she was angry. I decided to follow her. It was there I saw Zen.” My eyes widened.“You did?” she nodded.“Are you sure? Did you take pictures?” She shook her head, and all my hopes fell.“Then, your highness, I had told Miss Mia abo
Michael’s POV“What do you mean you can’t find her?” I walked in on Hercules, grabbing the neck of one of the search guards.“Herc!” I called out to him.“Where have you looked?” Hercules released him as he glared down on him.I walked to him and pushed him aside. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped as he shoved me away. My blood began to boil.“Everybody out!” I barked. All the guards scramble, like little children, out of the house. Hercules stood with his hands on his hips, and he sighed deeply. Then he ran his hand over his hair.One word. Frustration.“hey Hercules” I tried to touch him, but he slapped my hands away. “I mean it, Michael. Don't touch me!” He pushed me aside.Oh hell, naw.I grabbed him by his hands and landed a blow on him. He fell to the floor. He struggled to stand, and when he did, he checked his nose. There’sblood running.“Has it kicked in yet?” I asked. I am not prepared for what Hercules does next. He grabbed a chair and broke it on my back. The broken chair falls