Alora’s POV After the intense moments shared between us, the warmth of Rune’s arms still lingered on my skin as we made our way to the bathroom. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candlelight, casting gentle flickers on the cool marble walls. Steam rose from the enormous tub, already filled with warm, scented water that beckoned us closer. The scent of lavender and sandalwood enveloped the space. Rune held my hand, guiding me into the water first, and I sighed as the heat washed over me, easing the tension in my muscles. I leaned back against the smooth edge of the tub, closing my eyes briefly, letting the warmth envelop me like a comforting blanket. When I opened them again, I found Rune already watching me, his gaze tender yet still carrying that predatory edge that always sent shivers down my spine. He stepped in after me, settling behind me in the tub, and I leaned back against his chest. The heat of his skin combined with the warmth of the water made me feel comple
Alora’s POVTwo weeks passed in a hazy blur, the days bleeding into one another. Rune had taken it upon himself to be by my side constantly, never leaving me to my own devices for long. He brought me meals, bathed me, and tended to my every need with a patience I hadn’t expected from him. It was strange, this side of him, a tenderness he didn’t show to the rest of the world. In those moments, he wasn’t the cold, distant Alpha who ruled over the pack with an iron fist. He was just Rune, the man who once loved me, and perhaps still did in his own way.I didn’t leave the room. Part of me didn’t want to. There was an invisible barrier between me and the rest of the pack, one that I wasn’t quite ready to cross. I just like it like that actually. Cielle’s face, twisted in pain and shock, haunted my thoughts. I could still see the blood on her lips, the way it had poured out of her mouth so suddenly. My knife had remained in my hand, untouched, and yet she had bled.The memory made me shiv
Rune’s POVThe meeting with the elders dragged on, their droning voices mixing with my father's deep baritone as they discussed the witches. My mind, though, wasn’t fully there. And it should be because they are all getting more worried about their alpha not doing what he is supposed to. I sat in my study, at the head of the table, restless as hell. Every now and then, I'd glance out the window, unable to shake the gnawing feeling that something was wrong. Maybe something is going on with my pack? Are they casting another spell on us?They spoke of the spell cast on our lands, the potential threats, and alliances we might need to consider. But my thoughts were elsewhere. Not the pack. Not the witches. Not the elders. And certainly not the spell. Alora had been on my mind all morning, and no matter how much I tried to focus on the matter at hand, her presence weighed heavily in my chest. The silence from her, the lack of anything since the last episode, it made me uneasy. I shifted
Rune’s POVI stood by the side, my hands clenched into fists, watching the physicians work around Alora’s unconscious body. Every muscle in my body was tense, my mind racing with a thousand scenarios, none of them good. The air in the room was thick with tension, but I felt helpless. Absolutely fucking helpless. I hated this. Hated standing here and not being able to do anything. The physicians murmured between themselves, their faces pinched with concern as they hovered over her. One of them, the lead physician, finally turned toward me, his expression grim. “Alpha,” he began, his voice cautious as if he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I could already tell something was wrong. “Her baby… is in grave danger. It’s possible she might have an early delivery.”His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My chest tightened painfully as I glanced back at Alora, pale and still on the bed. I had seen her go through so much already, and now this? She was strong, stronger than an
Rune’s POVAlora’s grip on my hand slackened as she fought against the darkness pulling her under. Her breaths were shallow, each one coming out as a faint gasp, and her eyes, glazed over with exhaustion, fluttered, barely clinging to consciousness. “I need… to see her,” she whispered, voice so faint it barely reached my ears. There was a desperation in her tone, but also something broken. Her lips trembled as they formed the words, and her fingers curled weakly around mine, trying to hold on. “Alora, you need to rest,” I urged, leaning closer to her. “You can’t move yet. You’re too weak right now.”She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “No, I need to see my baby. Please.”It shattered me to see her like this –so vulnerable, so desperate. She never wanted to appear weak in front of me or anyone. But now, with her child’s life on the line, she was crumbling. Her strength, her resilience, it was all slipping through her fingers. I wanted to give her what she asked for, to c
Third person’s POV The night was unnaturally quiet, the thick forest surrounding the pack territory still and dark under the pale moonlight. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind echoed in the air, but it wasn’t enough to mask the tension that hung heavily between the two witches standing on the outskirts of the werewolf pack. They were cloaked in shadow, their figures barely visible against the dark trees, but their eyes were fixed on the pack house in the distance, the stronghold of one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale
Alora’s POV I stirred at the soft sound of my name, a voice so gentle and ethereal it seemed to be made of silk. I thought I was still dreaming. My eyelids feel heavy, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light of the room. There is this taste in my mouth that is making me want to throw up but I couldn’t. My stomach is empty. And then I saw them. Two women, standing silently by my bedside. One had hair like liquid silver, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, her skin pale as moonlight. The other had hair the color of fire, rich and blazing, more beautiful than I could ever imagine. I knew who they were. I had seen them before… my dreams. I don’t need no introductions to know they were witches. Very powerful ones. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I tried to push myself up, but my body was weak, sluggish. The women smiled at me, their faces soft and full of understanding. Then, they did something unexpected: they raised their hands in some sort
Alora’s POV I clutched my baby against my chest as we moved swiftly through the darkened woods, following the two witches ahead of me. Eirlys’s silver hair shimmered in the moonlight as she led the way, her steps confident, her presence calming. Beside her, Morrigan's fiery red hair seemed to glow in the dim light, her fierce eyes glancing back at me every few moments to ensure I was keeping up. They seem like they want to carry me but know I won’t appreciate that. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but all I could focus on was the faint pulse of my daughter, her small body so fragile against mine. Each breath she took was a whisper of life, and I held her tighter, feeling the fear coil in my chest. "We’re almost there," Eirlys said softly, her voice soothing in the tense silence. I nodded, though the exhaustion was starting to pull at my limbs. I hadn’t stopped moving since I agreed to leave the pack behind, the place that had become a prison of pain and betrayal. A
Rune’s POV Years later I sat on the balcony of our bedroom, the golden glow of the setting sun spilling across the land like liquid fire. The gentle hum of life filled the air with the laughter of my children playing in the garden, the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of wolves welcoming the moon. I leaned back in the chair, sipping the coffee Alora made for me. It was her signature brew filled with cream, just how she liked it. She had finally gotten me hooked on it after years of teasing me about my bitter black coffee. My lips curled into a smile at the memory of her smug little smirk when I admitted defeat. A soft laugh brought my gaze to the doorway and there she stood… my mate, my queen, my everything. Alora stepped out onto the balcony, her emeral green sundress fluttering in the evening breeze, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She still took my breath away even after all these years. “What are you thinking about, my king?” She caught me staring and
Alora’s POV The evening had been surreal but now it was finally winding down. After the ceremony, the Elders, council members and visiting Alphas came to pay their respects. Rune stood tall beside me with his arm wrapped securely around my waist, accepting their congratulations with the confidence and grace of a true leader. But his eyes rarely left me filled with pride and a possessive heat that made me blush under the attention. He kept whispering how perfect I looked and how proud of me he was the way I was handling myself. When the last of the guests stepped away, Rune leaned down his lips brushing my ear. “Come with me.” He murmured full of promise. "Where are we going?" I asked as he led me into the mansion his hand firmly holding mine. "You'll see." He guided me through the hallways, his pac filled with purpose. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with curiosity. We stopped in front of a set of double doors I hadn’t noticed before and he turned
Alora’s POVThe day was finally here. A week had passed and now, I stood in front of the full length mirror in the walk-in closet with the forest green gown Rune had custom made for me hugging my body like it was meant to be mine. It flowed like liquid silk the deep shade matching my hair perfectly. The neckline dipped just enough to tease without revealing too much and the intricate embroidery along the hem shimmered faintly in the light. I twirled once, watching the fabric swirl around me like a forest come to life. This is what it feels like to be a Luna. To be alive. To be an equal. Rune knew how much I loved green especially forest green. It was like he’d reached into my heart and plucked out a piece of my soul to weave into this gown. I couldn’t stop blushing at the thought of him being so thoughtful. I was just fastening the last strap of my heels when the door opened. Rune stepped inside and my breath hitched. How I got this lucky is beyond me. He was wearing his Alpha u
Alora’s POVThe night was silent, the only sound coming from the faint rustling of the curtains and the rhythmic breathing of Rune beside me. One thing I want to forever keep. His strong arm was draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and our legs were hopelessly tangled together beneath the sheets. I should’ve been asleep but my heart was too full to allow it. A small smile graced my lips as I stared at the ceiling. When this had all started, I had no idea Rune was saving me from my own demons. He knew me so deeply, so fully, that he could anticipate my needs before I even spoke them. What I thought was control was something far more profound. a love that healed even the deepest scars. Turning slightly I gazed at his peaceful face, the sharp edges of his jaw softened in sleep. My lips brushed his softly, unable to resist stealing a kiss. Rune stirred, his eyes fluttering open, their gray depths locking onto mine. Without a word, he kissed me back slow and ten
Alora’s POV His thrusts turn impossible rougher and harder. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, his suffocating hand disappears and I come again. The second orgasm taking me by surprise. I’m floating and moaning low in my throat. Barely feeling his thumb flicking my clit to prolong my climax. I cannot even see clearly with tears and everything on my face. All I feel is intense pleasure. “No! Need you inside me now!” I whine when he abruptly pulls out. “I decide when you’ve earned my dick.” Bending me over as I grip the bed. He spanks my ass before spreading my cheeks until he can see where I ache most for his cock. He runs the pierced head around my gaping hole to my asshole. Pulling away when I push back, trying to slide him inside.Teasing. Tormenting. Punishing.“Rune, please. I need you.”“You’ve come twice, Red. Don’t come without my permission again. Good little sluts wait for commands.” He taunts, sliding the wide crown in my pussy. With that warning, he shoves insid
Alora’s POVStill in the web of passion, Rune forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair he tilts my head. I love when he lost control of himself. “Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his dick springs free slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can. He is so fucking huge. The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Rune. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I care about was finding bliss.“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Alora. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.” He growled out. His precum leaks on my tongue. I moan at the salty taste, sucking harde
Alora’s POV“Spread your legs. Let me see my pussy. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your tits, your cunt, and your ass.” When he talks like that? I jolt when he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. After I’ve widened my legs. His warm breath teases my puckered hole. My eyes falling closed, as if it’ll make me forget he’s shamelessly staring at my most forbidden part.My eyes slammed shut, as though darkness might make me forget how exposed I was under his intense gaze. Then, his tongue flicked over that forbidden spot, and my knees nearly buckled. “One day, you’ll take my cock here, Alora.” He murmured, low and wicked. His words tightened every muscle in my body. I can’t even say the word in my head. And he’s talking about fucking it. He bites down on my right ass cheek, making me cry out in pleasurable pain. “Rune… Please.” I whimper when he circles the same spot with his tongue. I gulp in oxygen when he licks again and trails downward to taste my dripping pussy.“I don’t know,” I whis
Alora’s POVRune’s grip on me was possessive with his powerful arms pulling me flush against his body as if he needed to feel every inch of me against him. For the first time in what felt like forever, we stayed like that silent, unmoving and just existing together. His warmth seeped into my skin and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe this was enough. Maybe this quiet embrace could fix what we’d broken. Then his lips brushed my neck, soft and reverent at first. The tenderness unraveled something inside me. I whispered softly in his ear. “I need you.” His response was instant. The air around us shifted and in the blink of an eye, we were in his bedroom. I gasped, startled by the sudden change of scenery. He teleported us!“You—” I began but he cut me off with that familiar, smug smirk that could infuriate and enchant me all at once. “Surprised? Your mother returned my powers when she touched me. Guess she wanted me to have every advantage when it comes to keeping yo
Alora’s POVLater in the day, after breakfast was brought to our room and we shared a peaceful morning together and Rune told me that his parents wanted to see us. Specifically they wanted to meet Nevaeh. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The last time I saw Rune’s father, I had nothing but resentment in my heart for him and I knew Rune felt the same or maybe even more. But his mother? She was different. At least, she used to be. Nevaeh had been babbling nonstop playing with the edges of the blanket while Rune sat on the bed, watching her every move with an unreadable expression. I could see the love in his eyes when he looked at her, but there was also a storm brewing beneath it. A quiet anger that hadn’t subsided since we came back. “You’re still mad at him.” I said softly, breaking the silence. Rune’s jaw tightened but he didn’t deny it. “He forced me to marry Sienna. And then he tried to make sure you disappeared from the pack. Do you think I’ll just forgive that?” He mut