Lily's POV The air in the room was heavy with silence after Alex’s words of gratitude. I couldn’t help but replay them in my head, over and over. *Was he really sincere?* Did he mean those words, or were they just something he said in passing, a token of politeness?The large wooden doors creaked open, breaking my thoughts. A young woman entered the chamber with a confidence I envied. She was striking her presence commanding attention as she made her way toward Alex. "Are you okay? How is your wound?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern. “Better,” Alex replied with a faint smile. “Thanks to you, Stella. I truly appreciate it. If it weren’t for your efforts, the kingdom might not have survived.” “It’s nothing,” she said, her tone modest but warm. “I only came to check on you but I can see you are strong as always.” Her eyes lingered on him, filled with a familiarity that stung more than it should have. Just then, the maids entered, carrying trays laden with food.
Lily’s POV The words I overheard haunted me. Every time I looked at Alex, the weight of the secret pressed on my chest. *Did he kill his first mate?* No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t push the thought away. In the days that followed, I started avoiding him. I would take longer routes through the palace halls just to avoid passing him. If I heard his voice in the distance, I would retreat into the nearest room. Yet, somehow, fate seemed determined to keep throwing us together. “Lily,” his deep voice called out one afternoon as I carried a basket of herbs through the gardens. I froze. My heart hammered against my ribs as I turned slowly to face him. He stood just a few steps away, his piercing gaze fixed on me. “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for excuses. “I haven’t,” I lied, gripping the basket tighter. He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You think I don’t notice when someone’s presence suddenly disappears? You’ve be
Lily’s POV I could feel the heat from Alex’s anger like a storm ready to break, but he didn’t let it explode not yet, at least. The treasury room was cold, its stone walls echoing our footsteps as we walked inside. The guards scanned the room thoroughly, their eyes tracing every corner and shelf. As Alex's commanding presence loomed over the scene, I couldn’t help but feel small, like I didn’t belong there. But this was no longer the life of a servant. Alex had given me a chance. The silence in the room was suffocating. I held my breath as the guards finished their checks. Nothing had been taken, nothing was out of place. “See? There’s nothing here,” I said, almost in relief, but my voice was shaky. Stella, who had been standing off to the side, finally spoke up, and her words dripped with venom. “How can a lowlife like Lily be allowed to enter the pack’s treasure room? She must’ve stolen something.” I flinched at the insult, but it was Alex who spoke first. His voice was col
Alex’s POV I couldn’t breathe. The moment I heard the news, the world tilted. The words hit me like a tidal wave, crashing against my chest. "Lily's trapped in the kitchen... there's fire... we can't get to her..." I didn't wait to hear more. My feet were already moving before the full weight of the situation had even sunk in. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I rushed through the corridors of the castle. My mind was racing with questions, but there was only one thought dominating my every movement getting to her, making sure she was safe. The flames were crackling, and the smoke was thick in the air as I reached the kitchen. I didn’t stop to think I couldn’t. My eyes locked onto the burning doorway, and my wolf pushed at the surface, urging me to act. I charged through the door, my body igniting with adrenaline. The heat was unbearable, but I didn’t care. I could hear her gasping, struggling to breathe. Her figure was barely visible in the smoke, but I could sense
Lily's povI woke up in a room so large it felt suffocating. The sheets were soft, the bed far too grand for someone like me. The walls gleamed with intricate carvings, and sunlight streamed through the towering windows. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming until I caught the faint scent of smoke lingering on my skin. No, this wasn’t a dream. My chest tightened as the memories came flooding back. The fire. The heat that seared my skin. The way it clawed at my lungs, threatening to pull me under. My hands instinctively clenched the blanket, my heart racing. Was this… my uncle’s room? The thought jolted me upright. No, it couldn’t be. He wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. I forced myself to calm down, but the panic clawed its way back. Every flicker of light in the room reminded me of flames, every shadow stretched too long and too dark. I couldn’t stay here. I needed to get away from everyone. From Alex. I didn’t want him to see me like this, broken and scarred. The fir
Alex's POV The room felt colder without her presence, and the emptiness gnawed at me like a festering wound. Lily was gone. Somewhere out there, she could be hurt or worse. I couldn’t shake the words from the council meeting earlier that day. “In the past two days, pack members have gone missing children and adults. No one knows where they’ve gone, but bodies have started showing up.” The words played in my head like a haunting melody, over and over. Could Lily be another victim? Who would dare to step into my palace and take her? My fists clenched at the thought, the veins in my arms tightening as anger coursed through me. I strode through the halls of the palace, giving orders to every guard I encountered. “Search every corner of the kingdom,” I barked. “I don’t care if you have to search under every stone or in the deepest forest. Find her!” The guards scattered, fear and determination etched across their faces. But even as I commanded them, a sinking feeling grew in my
Alex's POV The tension in the room was suffocating as I laid Lily on the bed, her face pale and her breathing shallow. The image of her collapsing in the forest played over and over in my mind, each replay fueling the fire of my rage. “Call me a doctor,” I barked to the nearest guard, refusing to leave her side. My wolf paced restlessly within me, demanding action. Within minutes, the doctor arrived, his expression a mixture of worry and professionalism. He checked Lily’s vitals, his movements swift yet careful. After what felt like an eternity, he turned to me. “She’s fine,” he said, his voice calm. “She just needs rest. She’s been through a lot, but there’s no lasting harm. She’ll recover with time.” I nodded curtly, barely acknowledging his words. Relief coursed through me, but it was short-lived. As soon as the doctor left, another thought struck Stella. I had left her body in the forest. “Guards!” I called sharply. Two guards rushed into the room, their posture rigid
Alex’s POV I found her one morning in the garden, her back turned to me as she tended to the flowers. She looked so small, so fragile as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I approached her. “Lily,” I said softly, my voice careful not to startle her. She stiffened but didn’t turn around. “Alex,” she replied, her tone polite but detached. “Is there something you need?” I frowned at her response, the coldness in her voice cutting deeper than I cared to admit. “I wanted to check on you,” I said. “You’ve been keeping to yourself lately. Is everything alright?” She turned slightly, just enough for me to see the guarded expression on her face. “I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” “Lily, if something is bothering you, you can tell me,” I urged, stepping closer. She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. “I said I’m fine, Alex. Please, don’t worry about me.” Before I could say more, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a mix of
The air was thick with anticipation as Alex and I made our way through the dense forest, the night wrapping around us like a cloak. The sounds of distant animals and the rustling of leaves were the only things that accompanied our steps, but there was an eerie stillness to it. Every crack of a twig underfoot felt like it echoed in the silence, and my senses were heightened, on edge.“I can feel him,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I stopped for a moment, my hand gripping the tree beside me. The connection, the bond I had with the land and the magic, was pulsating through me, drawing me closer to Jake’s trail. The magic that had once felt foreign to me now hummed in harmony with my every movement. It was like a part of me I had to learn to control, but tonight, it felt like a force I couldn’t fight.Alex paused beside me, his eyes scanning the darkness. “I know. I can feel it too. But we need to stay focused. We can’t let our guard down not even for a second.”I nodded
Morgana’s laugh echoed through the camp, sending chills down my spine. “You think you can defeat us, Lily? You’re nothing but a puppet. Just like the others.” I forced myself to stand, fighting through the pain. “I’m not like them,” I whispered, my voice raw but full of defiance. At that moment, I realized something. This battle wasn’t just about defeating Morgana or Jake. It was about me. I had to fight for who I was and for everything I believed in. And I would not let them destroy me. I gathered all my strength and turned toward Alex, who was standing by, helpless. “Alex, help me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He nodded, his face filled with determination. “I’m right here, Lily. I’ll never leave you.” Together, we could finish this. Together, we could end Morgana’s reign. With Alex by my side, I focused on the magic inside me, drawing on it with everything I had left. The power surged, overwhelming the darkness that surrounded me. And then, with one final p
The battlefield still reeked of blood and magic, but the moment Morgana disappeared, an eerie silence settled over us. My heart pounded against my ribs as I stared at the empty space where she had stood just moments ago. The power I had unleashed still crackled in the air, but a sickening feeling twisted in my gut. She was gone. Not dead. Not defeated. Just gone. Alex reached me first, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight. His body was warm, but I could feel his exhaustion, his pain. His breath was ragged against my ear. “She got away,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his golden eyes clouded with concern. “Are you alright?” I nodded, though my body screamed otherwise. Every muscle burned, my magic still pulsing beneath my skin like an untamed storm. I had never felt power like this before raw, unyielding, almost uncontrollable. Alex’s gaze flicked to my hands, still glowing faintly with golden embers. He reached
The training grounds were eerily quiet, the cold morning air biting against my skin. The packhouse was still recovering from the battle, but there was no time to rest. Morgana was out there, waiting, planning. And I had to be ready. Lydia stood across from me, her expression unreadable. “Your magic is powerful, but it’s raw. Untamed. If you can’t control it, it will destroy you before Morgana even gets the chance.” I swallowed hard. I had no idea where to start. My wolf had always been my weapon, my strength, but magic? That was something foreign, something I didn’t understand. Alex sat nearby, his wounds freshly bandaged. He should have been resting, but of course, he refused to leave my side. He hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his worry pressing against me like a weight. Lydia took a step closer. “Close your eyes.” I hesitated before obeying, feeling the cool breeze against my skin. “Focus,” she instructed. “Magic isn’t just about power. It’s about
The night air was thick with tension. The entire pack had gathered around the sacred ground a clearing deep in the forest where rituals of great power had been conducted for centuries. Flames from the surrounding torches cast eerie shadows on the trees, their flickering light making everything feel more ominous. Alex stood beside me, his grip on my hand tight, his jaw clenched. I could feel the heat of his frustration, the fear he was trying so hard to conceal. “This is a mistake,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the whispers of the gathered wolves. “You don’t have to do this.” I turned to him, placing my free hand over his. “If we don’t end this now, she’ll never stop coming for us. For me.” His eyes darkened with raw emotion, and for a second, I thought he would argue again. But instead, he exhaled sharply, squeezing my hand before stepping back. Lydia moved forward, her expression solemn. “We don’t have much time. Morgana already senses what we’re dong.” I no
Morgana wearing Jake’s face, sighed dramatically., “You truly don’t know, do you?” She gestured to herself. “My magic isn’t just power, darling. It’s life itself. When you ripped my heart out, you thought you ended me. But all you did… was set me free.” I clenched my fists. “You’re lying.” Morgana’s smirk widened. “Am I?” A sharp pain shot through my stomach, making me gasp. My knees nearly buckled as I gripped my abdomen, my magic flaring wildly out of control. Alex caught me before I fell, his eyes flashing with worry. “Lily!” Morgana watched, satisfaction glinting in her stolen eyes. “You feel it, don’t you?” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “The bond between us? The power surging through your veins? That’s because you and I… we are connected now.” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “I am nothing like you!” She chuckled. “No? Then why is my magic flowing through you?” My breathing hitched. No. No, it wasn’t possible. I had my own power. My own strengt
The battlefield was silent. The night sky, once thick with the scent of blood and magic, now seemed lighter, as if the weight of Morgana’s darkness had finally lifted. But even in victory, the air remained heavy, thick with the aftermath of war. I held Lily close, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest against mine. She was exhausted, her body trembling from the sheer power she had unleashed. My own strength had long since faded, but I refused to let go. The bodies of fallen warriors, both friend and foe, littered the ground around us. Alex's pack members, the rogues that had followed Jake, and even some of Morgana’s acolytes. Blood stained the earth beneath us, a painful reminder that every victory came at a cost. Lily stirred against me, her fingers weakly gripping my arm. “Is it over?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. I pressed my forehead against hers. “It’s over,” I promised. “Morgana is gone. Jake… he has nothing left.” A broken growl cut throug
I could feel the blood pouring from my wound as I struggled to stay conscious, my vision blurring, the world around me spinning. Jake’s mocking laughter echoed in my ears, but it was distant, as though it were coming from underwater. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. My body was breaking, and the pain was overwhelming. “You think you can stop this?” Jake sneered, his voice cutting through the haze of my fading thoughts. “You think you can stop Morgana? She’s already won. The ritual is almost complete. Your precious little mate is nothing more than a pawn.” I could barely comprehend his words, my thoughts muddled, clouded by the deep, gnawing pain in my side. But one thing remained crystal clear. Lily. I had to save her. No matter the cost.I fought to keep my eyelids open, to stay in the moment. The world was slipping away, but I couldn’t afford to lose myself now. Not when she was so close. Lily was still alive, and I wasn’t going to let Morgana take her. I could hear
The air was thick with the energy Lily had unleashed, still crackling with raw power. The aftermath of her magic’s explosion had left the earth beneath us in ruins, cracked and scorched as if the very foundations of the world had been shaken. Morgana’s presence, once overpowering and commanding, now seemed weak and withered by the very force she had sought to control. But the danger wasn’t over. I could feel the dark force rising again, its final remnants refusing to die. Morgana was not one to give up so easily.“Lily…” I breathed, still feeling the tremors of her magic coursing through me. She was standing, no longer floating, but her body still pulsed with an energy, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if she had become a conduit for something far beyond us.“I’m not done yet,” Morgana’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom. Her eyes glowed with a sickly green light, her once delicate features twisted with rage and desperation. “This power… it’s mine. You are n