Krimson's P.O.V The sound of my phone vibrating on the side table woke me up from my slumber. I opened my eyes with some difficulty, but when I felt the soft texture of Lilac's skin under my hands, I let out a sigh of relief. She was still here. She didn't leave. Her body was turned away from me while I spooned her from behind and no matter how much my fingers tingled to run them over the lush curves of her body, I held myself back, not wanting to wake her up. Lilac looked peaceful… Instead, I kissed her shoulders, and slowly got up from the bed, despite wanting to wrap my arms around her tightly because somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I could feel dread settle in. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, even after last night… she was going to regret the spur of the moment decision she made and we might be back to square one…but being able to hold her close for one more night…trying to apologize to her…it was a start. I picked up my cell phone f
Lilac's P.O.V "Think twice before trusting anyone around you. Someone wants something from you, Lilac. I have a feeling that there are more to the shadows than what meets the eye. And until we find out what they want…be careful of anything and everything." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as Krimson's warning echoed through my mind like an ominous whisper in the darkness. His words, tinged with urgency and caution, stirred a sense of unease within me, causing my heart to quicken its pace. I couldn't shake off the feeling that danger lurked nearby, unseen yet palpable. But Del, how could I suspect him? He had been more than just a companion; he was my ally in the darkest of times. The thought of doubting him clawed at my heart, twisting the once unwavering trust I held for him. But to imagine that Del wanted to hurt me was an even bigger dilemma. I couldn't fathom the idea of Del harboring any ill intentions. His smile, genuine and comforting, replay
Lilac's P.O.V The transition to Krimson's new mansion was nothing short of a whirlwind. The grandeur of the estate was breathtaking, its opulence evident in every corner. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnificence of the place as I stepped through its ornate doors, my senses inundated by the lavish surroundings. It was a stark contrast to the quaintness of my previous home, yet the beauty didn't distract me from the tension simmering beneath the surface. "Where's my room?" I asked him as I brought in my suitcases. I was hoping he would guide me to my room as soon as I entered, but when he hesitated for a bit, I knew that there was something more to his request of moving in that was far out of my comfort zone. "I was hoping that you would stay in my room…with me." His request was steeped in a history I couldn't ignore, a history rife with pain and betrayal. "I can't," my voice was soft but firm as I refused, my gaze steady despite th
Krimson's P.O.V As I stood there, watching Lilac walk away, a heavy knot twisted in my chest. Her departure left an ache that seemed to deepen with each step she took, moving farther away from me. The turmoil within me felt like a storm raging, pulling me in conflicting directions. Her questions lingered in my mind, echoing with a weight I couldn't shake off. I knew I had been acting like a jerk towards her, and it gnawed at me. But it wasn't solely about her or our interactions. No, it was tangled with a web of emotions, an intricate mess that I couldn't easily unravel. Harmona, her memory, had a hold on me that I struggled to break free from. It felt like a betrayal to her, to the love we shared, to let myself grow close to Lilac. How could I move on when Harmona's presence lingered so vividly within me? Yet, despite the turmoil and the guilt, I couldn't deny the pull Lilac had on me. She was a beacon of light in the midst of my darkness, her presence soothing
Lilac's P.O.V I arrived at Silver's condo feeling emotionally drained, my thoughts tangled in a mess of feelings and confusion. The weight of the argument with Krimson lingered, the sharp words and unresolved tension echoing in my mind. It was one of those nights where being alone in my own space felt unbearable, and Silver's presence always brought a sense of comfort. As she opened the door, her expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing me. Silver was quick to invite me in, sensing something was off without needing to ask. Her place had this serene aura, a soothing blend of colors and warmth that immediately put me at ease. Entering her cozy abode felt like stepping into a haven—a haven adorned with flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was fragrant with the scent of lavender, lending a soothing ambiance to the surroundings. Silver guided me to a comfortable room, ensuring that I had everything I needed. The weariness that
Krimson's P.O.V As the night deepens and the moon ascends, casting its pale glow over the landscape, my worry for Lilac grew like an insistent shadow. The quiet hours stretch on, and with each passing minute, my concern intensifies. I've paced back and forth countless times, glancing out of the window to catch any sign of her return. Yet, there's only the serene moonlight dancing on the trees, and Lilac was nowhere in sight. It was hard not to feel a pang of guilt gnawing at me. I know she was upset, angry even, when she left earlier. We had a disagreement—a clash of opinions that escalated more than I anticipated. I never meant for her to storm off, but emotions were running high, and words can cut deeper than intended. Still, amidst the heat of our argument, she made it clear that despite her anger, she wouldn't jeopardize her safety. She promised to be back by nightfall. Lilac was independent and resilient, no doubt. But as the night wears on, my mind conjure
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s