LucienI felt it before I even saw it.It was like a constant itch in my chest and a restless pull in my bones.I felt the urge to return to the forest and I could not ignore it.I had already scouted the territory once tonight, but something told me I needed to go back.So I obeyed and the moment I stepped outside, Irene's scent hit my nostrils.I tried my best not to run too hard as I followed the scent but bet me, my feet were moving faster than I wanted.It wasn't just her scent, I could also feel some traces of distress.Finally, I saw her.She was laying on the cold ground with her hair sprawled out on the dirt.My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t think about what to do, I just moved to get her because she didn't look like she was in a good state.I knelt beside her, my hands reaching for her and I tried to find out what went wrong.“Irene.” I called her, shaking her vehemently.I quickly checked her breath and her pulse and they were both okay.That was a relief. She had no
LucienI felt like a jerk. And when I was already a few steps away from her house, I decided to go back.Not because of anything else, but because I already felt so guilty leaving her all to herself.I might have been a jerk, but I wasn't heartless. I loved her and I cared.“You’re pathetic, Lucien. Get away from me!”These words from her hit me before I could even step fully into her room.Irene stood near the window with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes red but still burning with anger.She wasn’t crying anymore. She had already wiped away her tears, but now she was furious, and every bit of it was aimed straight at me.I shut the door behind me, exhaling through my nose.I knew I should have walked away, but I couldn’t. I knew that I should have let her be, but seeing her in that mood made me feel terrible.I couldn't leave her. Not after hearing her cry. Not after seeing her crumble in a way she never had before.“Irene… At least you should allow me to talk. You w
Irene I felt so much better on this day, and I decided to take a walk to inhale clean air.Don't blame me. That was the only thing I could do since my plans to escape from this damn place had been put on hold due to the latest order.But trust me, I was still working on new ways to get out of this place."You look different," I heard immediately, and I stopped mid-step, my heart slamming against my ribs at the sudden voice behind me.I hadn't heard anyone approach me. That was my fear, but the moment I turned, I knew exactly who it was.It was Camilla.Oh, my goodness! I had missed her so much that I could hardly contain my excitement when I saw her.Let's just say that she was the exact person I wanted to see at this time. At least, it wasn't Lucien or other annoying assholes.She stood with her arms folded, and she kept on smiling at me. She was as excited as I am and she looked exactly the same since I last saw her. The good part? She still had that confidence coming from her."Y
Irene"You are being paranoid,” I said quickly. I knew I was so dismissive, and it sounded as if saying the words out loud would make them true.Why was I still thinking about it anyway? I had already told her that it wasn't true, and regardless, I was going to go for a test.I guessed I was just thinking too much and feeling so guilty because it still didn’t make sense…“What again?” Camilla asked, giving me that look.It was no use telling her what I was thinking because she might use it to taunt me, and now, I didn't have the heart to receive that.All I could do right now was imagine the look on her face if she heard that I was still thinking about the pregnancy discussion that had already ended some minutes ago.“Nothing, Camilla. I'm just thinking about food. That's all,” I answered, and she looked at me closely, as if expecting another response.“You are lying to me, Irene. You know that I can tell, right?” she asked, and I went mute, but she continued anyway. “You know that I
Irene"I’m done. I'm so done!”There were so many things going on with me, and I couldn’t second-guess! I already knew I was fed up with a lot of things.But how could I get myself out of this? I had been seriously thinking about it, and nothing seemed to come forth.Camilla groaned beside me, hitting her legs on the floor."Oh, not this again. Can't you just try and let go already?” she asked, and I shot her a look that almost made her swear to leave me.“Yes, this again. I'm fed up. Can't you see? The least you could do was encourage me. You are my friend, for crying out loud,” I responded and She rolled her eyes, shifting uncomfortably."Irene, I know you. I know you better than anyone, and I can beat my chest and say this. You are mad now, but by tomorrow, you will just bury it like you always do,” she said, and I couldn’t protest because she was right.But… just because I always buried it didn’t mean I would continue to do that. I had already been pushed to my limit."Not this ti
LucienWhat the hell was her problem?I was still trying to understand where her anger was coming from because, from everything I had seen, I hadn't done anything to warrant such a reaction from her. I stared at the door Irene had slammed shut not long ago, and the sound echoed through the walls.Irene was behaving possessed and I was beginning to believe that she had a spirit which was always on full display whenever she was with me. "You walk around with different women every damn day and expect me to just sit here and take it?"Her words replayed in my head, piercing sharply into my brain.I frowned at myself, not knowing what else to do.That wasn’t true. Not entirely, at least. Sure, I had female company, but nothing more than that. I had never given her a reason to believe otherwise.So why was she so angry? Why was she acting as if she had been fed information by someone who was my enemy?Women were complicated, especially Irene. She acted like the entire world was out to get
LucienThere was no trace of fear on Silas’s face when he said all that to my face.I knew he was referring to me, and I expected him to say more, but he was wise not to spill more than he could handle."What the hell is their problem?" I blurted out, holding my head tightly.The question kept running through my mind, and I sighed at intervals.I could now see where Irene’s hatred toward me was coming from. Her brother, on the other hand, knew exactly what Irene was doing.While I was here, taking every damn thing they had thrown at me lately.I wasn’t a saint, but I sure as hell wasn’t the villain they painted me as. I was far better than that, and I wasn’t a devil.That, I was very sure of. Now, I had to make my findings to be sure where all this annoyance was coming from.My fingers itched with frustration as I grabbed the nearest book from the shelf.I kept flipping through the thick pages of our Pack’s history. If they wanted to hold me accountable for the past, then I needed to
Irene"Miss Irene, breakfast is ready. The Alpha requests your presence and you need to come to the dining quickly,” the maid's voice rang out loudly, and I began to grumble.I hated the way she sounded. She kept talking as if she was commanding me and if she was right in front of me, I would have slept her. She needed to be reminded that I wasn't her mate. But, wait! Wasn't it too early for breakfast? I just wanted to lay in bed all day. That was all I wanted to do without any form of disturbance.I barely acknowledged the maid's words as I dragged myself out of bed.My body felt sluggish, and my stomach twisted in a strange way that I couldn’t quite explain.I wasn’t hungry. Not even a little. But skipping breakfast wasn’t an option, not when Lucien himself had sent for me.We all knew how that man behaved. He behaves like a mad dog sometimes.With a sigh, I pushed my messy thoughts aside and made my way downstairs but my heart was already sinking.I should have stayed in bed.I
Irene pov A month later, peace had finally returned to the pack and I could finally breathe. The air shifted and changed into something better and less contaminated. During that same time, I had been working really hard to gain the trust of the pack. "You know they're calling you 'The Gentle Luna' now, right?" Camila said, grinning as she handed me a mug of tea. I blinked and paused for a while. "Wait, what? Seriously?" I asked and She nodded at me. Her eyes were full of excitement. "It's spreading. The news is spreading outside the pack house. Even the traders in the market were saying how kind you were to the orphanage. Someone even mentioned you helped a little girl fix her broken doll. I'm so proud of you, sweetbreads,” she revealed and I chuckled, feeling warmth rise in my chest. "I didn't think people noticed that. This has to be very lovely news!” "Well, they did. And they are talking about it and they are doing that In a good way." That morning sunlight came i
Lucien “It is done, Alpha.” The guards assured me about Malcolm's additional punishment already carried out. I felt at peace at last. The traitors had been punished, and the pack would begin to heal. Though Kael was still out there, I knew he was no match for me, especially since his actions had been so wildly spread. If he were to ever be seen, he would not escape my wrath.The pack members would see that he was duly executed. Left to him, I would have killed him. He touched Irene and that alone should have made me behead him myself. Irene joined me in our room after talking to Silas. I was content that they were bonding well. She came to meet me on the bed, her warmth a gentle reminder of why I shouldn't bother about anything. She was cool, she was ice and she was fire. As we rested, Irene asked. “Lucien, why did you spare the council member's lives? I mean, you had every right to kill them, but you didn't. That's the punishment for traitors, death.”I looked at her, my eyes sea
Lucien“Long live the Alpha, long live the Alpha.”The crowd cheered loudly, content about the verdict I gave each of the traitors. It was the hardest for me to do. Tos sentence all seven of the council of Elders, but I was sure that was the right thing to do.“It's time for Malcolm Stark's verdict!” One of the guards announced. The ground fell silent as the elders were led away, their fate sealed. I nodded to the guards, my voice firm. "Bring Malcolm in."The guards returned with Malcolm, his eyes gleaming with desperation and anger. He wasn't remorseful. He didn't even reflect on what he had done. To him, he was right and everyone was wrong. He stood tall, his shoulders squared, but I saw the faintest tremble in his lips. As he faced me, his gaze darted around the room, searching for an ally or an escape.“If you're looking for where to run to, I assure you that you wouldn't move two feet without getting stabbed in your neck, so, relax and be good.” I said. The guards chained him
LucienPeris would receive his judgement today. And then the council of Elders too. I didn't want to judge them altogether. I was going to hear each and everyone's side of the story. To me, that was fair and just. I was dressed and ready for the day when Irene came to stand by my side. "It's time for Peris's judgment," I said, my voice firm.She placed a hand on my arm, her eyes searching mine. "I wish you luck, my love,” she took a pause and went on. “Peris is not a man of many words, Lucien. He is timid and loyal, in his own way. Perhaps you should allow him to speak for himself. He might not even understand half of the plan.”I nodded, considering her words. When Silas and I had been listening to the conversation they had in Kael's house, Peris seemed like the last person to understand the plan. He wasn't much of a contributor, just a sleeping accomplice. "Very well," I said. "I'll hear him out. But, why am I feeling like you want me to spare him?”She laughed. “No, silly. I know
Irene's POVI closed the door softly behind Lucien, his kiss still lingered on my lips. He said he wanted to meet with some pack members, to reassure them after the chaos of the arrest.He seemed relieved at least. That was all that mattered to me. Apart from the butterflies tingling at the pit of my belly, I was fine. It was late now and all I wanted was Lucien's presence with me. To hold me, kiss me, and feel me. I couldn't ever get enough of him. He was my strength and my weakness.A knock broke through my thoughts and I answered.“Come in,” I said, rising to my feet, heart thudding for a reason I didn't know.The door creaked open, and Silas stepped inside. He stood, his eyes somber, rimmed with guilt and sadness. He looked pale. I hadn't forgotten that he had been stabbed, his arm had been bandaged.“Silas, are you okay? You look so pale.” I said, already moving closer to him. “Did you eat at all?”“Irene,” he said, his voice low. “Can I talk to you?I nodded slowly and motione
Lucien's POV“Take them to the dungeon, make sure their screams don't disturb the peace of the house.” I ordered, my words heavy and final.The guards began to pull Malcolm, Peris, and the Elders forward, their hands were bound and their heads were lowered for the first time in years. The crowd parted for them, watchful. If not for the guards, I'm sure the pack wouldn't hesitate to kill them with their claws.Malcolm was the first to open his mouth. He was never the type to accept defeat when it came.“This is madness, Lucien!” he barked, fighting against the guards as they shoved him forward. “You’re letting emotion cloud your judgment. This is not the way of the council! You can't just discard us like that, this is barbaric!”I stepped forward, my gaze not leaving him. “You taught me the ways of this council. You knew everything, didn't you? But you still failed to live by your teachings. It's over, Malcolm.”His eyes narrowed, but before he could speak again, the eldest member of
Irene's POVI tried to sleep. The warmth of the blanket should have comforted me, but my instincts prickled beneath my skin. I was too restless. The bond between Lucien and I hummed with something heavy.Then I heard it—his voice, cold and full of command.“BOW DOWN!”“Lucien?” I echoed, and sat up instantly. My breath was caught in my throat. That wasn't a command whispered in private. That was Lucien's Alpha voice; the kind he'd used on Silas the first time we met. He told me to stay inside, but that was the last thing to do. I threw the blankets off and dressed quickly, tugging a robe over my body. I left the room and ran down the hall. I met a few guards posted around.“What's going on?” I asked breathlessly.The guards looked at themselves before one of them answered. “Alpha Lucien is exposing the traitors. The Council of Elders are being arrested.”“What?” I was shocked. Lucien hadn't said anything like that this morning. Why had he asked me not to come out? I didn't wait for
Lucien's POVThe morning sun barely broke out before I had my bath, got dressed, and crawled back into bed with Irene. She smelt nice after the thorough bath we had during midnight.“I need to meet the council,” I said, tightening the last button of my shirt as Irene stirred beneath the sheets.She opened her eyes slowly, still drowsy from the night we spent locked in each other's arms. “Good morning. What did you say?”I leaned down and kissed her gently, brushing her hair from her face. “You look so beautiful, Irene.”She giggled and kissed me. “That's not what I asked you, Lucien.”“I am meeting the pack council.” I repeated slowly. “This is something I should’ve done a long time ago, it's not too late now, though. But I need you to stay here.”Her brows furrowed, worry creeping into her gaze. “Stay here? Why?”“Because I can't risk you getting hurt again. Not like before.” I kissed her, slower this time, memorising the softness of her lips. “Please, Irene. Trust me, huh?”Her sile
Lucien's POV“I have stitched up his wound. He would come around in the morning. It's nothing serious.” The healer assured us and I gave him a nod of gratitude.Irene stood still, not wanting to leave the room.“Silas will be fine, Irene. Let's go to our room.” I whispered, pulling her away from the healer's chamber. Silas had passed out because of the blood he lost, but the healer assured us that he would be fine. I had no intention of going to the hospital, I wanted to do this low key and get to the councils when they were totally relaxed. Irene didn't argue with me this time, she just held my hand tight as I led her out. She made sure Silas was settled and he was breathing. “Will he be fine?” She asked silently, her voice warm.I nodded without saying a word. She seemed to trust my silence because she willingly allowed me to lead her down the hallway, past other rooms, until we got to our room. When we reached the bedroom door, I paused, reluctant to go in with her. She might b