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,"
Alora’s POVA week had passed, and I was no longer the shattered shell of the woman I had once been. My strength had returned, more powerful than ever before. It was as if this ancient castle—the one hidden deep within the enchanted woods—had breathed new life into me. I could feel it in my veins, a pulse of energy that I had never known existed, coursing through me like wildfire. Every corner of this place whispered to me, filling me with magic, with purpose. The walls were old, yet they held secrets, ancient power, and for the first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged. This place, this coven, was my sanctuary. My true home.Nevaeh lay in my arms, cooing softly, her small hand curling around one of my fingers. My heart swelled as I looked down at her, the innocence in her dark eyes so pure it ached. But those eyes, they weren’t mine. They were his. Rune’s. And every time I looked at her, I saw him staring back at me. The same jet-black hair, those stormy eyes that once held
Rune’s POVIt had been seven days. Seven days without Alora. Seven days since the witches had taken her, and it felt like my entire world had collapsed in on itself. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I was a fucking wreck. I had shut myself in my room, locked the door, and refused to let anyone inside. Not Jacob, not Ethan, not even the damn servants. No one was allowed to see me like this. To see the way I had fallen apart. I couldn’t let them see me this weak, this vulnerable. An Alpha was never supposed to look like this. Never supposed to feel like this. But I did. I had never been sick in my life—never had so much as a cold. My body had always been strong, unbreakable, just like my mind. But now… Now, I was sick as fuck. My body felt foreign, weighed down with an exhaustion that dragged at my bones, my muscles aching as though I had fought a hundred battles without rest. My head throbbed constantly, a dull, agonizing pain that wouldn’t let up, and my chest felt tight, like
Alora’s POV The air in the ancient castle was thick with anticipation, magic simmering in every shadowed corner. I could feel the weight of it on my skin as I stepped out of the room they had given me, finally ready to confront Eirlys and Morrighan. For days now, they had been treading carefully around me, whispering among themselves but never saying what was truly on their minds. They feared me and I could feel it. Eirlys and Morrigan sat at the long dining table, a meal spread out before us. They had prepared a feast, likely in an attempt to soften what they were about to say. These two witches were powerful, there was no denying that, but they were careful with me. I could feel them holding back, waiting for my permission to speak freely. Then why? I sat down at the head of the table, as was fitting. I wasn't the same Alora they'd found broken and battered; I was someone new. The castle had done something to me, made me stronger, sharper. “What do you want?” I asked, m
Third Person POV The tension in the Alpha’s study was suffocating. Rune stood before his parents and the pack elders, his expression stone-cold, a mask of indifference he had mastered over the years. His father, the former Alpha, sat at the head of the table, eyeing Rune with suspicion."The witches have become more of a threat than we realized," his father began, his voice gruff. "They’ve taken Alora and her child—"Rune’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let the surge of panic show. He had spent the last week locked away, drowning in an illness that had never touched him before. His body, usually unbreakable, was betraying him. His mind felt like it was on fire, his thoughts consumed by Alora and the baby. The sickness gnawed at him, an ache that wasn’t just physical. This is so stupid and if he were in his right mind, he would have hated himself. And it was because she was gone.His heart squeezed painfully, but he pushed it down. No one could know. No one could ever know how much h
Rune’s POV The war room buzzed with an intensity I hadn’t felt in months. The heavy oak table in front of me was covered in maps, reports, and battle strategies, everything a good Alpha should focus on. But all I could think about was her. Alora. The witches. The child she had taken from me. I could barely sit still. My chest felt tight, my vision narrowing on the images swirling in my head. She had wanted to leave me. She had chosen them. I slammed my fist down on the table, silencing the Beta mid-sentence. A crack split the wood beneath my hand, but I didn’t care. I think I’m losing it slowly but surely. It has never been this bad. “Focus,” I growled. “What are we doing about the rogue attacks?” Jacob cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to keep the meeting from derailing further. “The patrols are doubled, Alpha. But it’s not the rogues that are the problem anymore.” His gaze shifted to Ethan, who shifted nervously under my glare. “There’s…talk, Rune.” I narrowed my eyes
Rune’s POVYears 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 ti
Alora’s POVThe 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 to m
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