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
Alora’s POVThe soft sound of footsteps woke me, barely a whisper on the polished floor. I blinked, trying to clear the fog of exhaustion from my mind, and when I opened my eyes, a figure stood at the entrance to the room. It was the healer. She was tall and regal, her long black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. She moved gracefully toward me, her presence commanding but gentle. Her eyes, a striking shade of violet, held an ancient wisdom, and as she approached, I noticed the same look of reverence that Morrigan and Eirlys had shown earlier.Without saying a word, the healer bowed deeply, her hands folded before her as though acknowledging my position and the power of my bloodline. I watched her with heavy eyes, still dazed from everything that had happened. She stood silently for a moment before rising again, her gaze soft but assessing. Her eyes flicked to my exhausted form, and she stepped forward, reaching out as if to tend to me first. "Let me heal you, my queen,"