Rune’s POV I sat in the leather chair in my office, staring out at the vast expanse of the land. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, circling back to me from every corner of the pack. They wanted to ruin me, humiliate me, strip me of the power I’d held all these years. Me? Rune? The Alpha who built this empire from the ground up? I clenched my jaw, the weight of their delusions pressing against my chest. Cielle was at the center of it. My dear sister had always been ambitious, but now, she’d become something else. She’d tasted power, and it had poisoned her mind, warping her into a version of herself I could barely recognize. I had let her run free for too long. But now, it was time to remind her and everyone else in this pack who I truly was. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen her over Alora. Maybe that was where I made the first mistake. She needed to know her place. I wouldn’t allow her, or anyone else, to forget it. I was still the Alpha. Still the one in control, no
Alora’s POV I don’t know why my mind chose to torment me with this memory. Out of all the pain, the betrayal, the nights I spent crying in silence, why did my subconscious drag me back to that one fleeting moment of softness? That brief, beautiful illusion where Rune almost, almost, made me believe he cared. It was right after I came back to him. Pregnant. He never mentioned the pregnancy, not once, as if the fact that I carried his child didn’t matter. And maybe that’s what cut the deepest, his silence. But there were these little things he did, these small, tender gestures that made me feel... something. Something that felt dangerously close to hope. That we might be more than just two people fucking. In the dream, it was a quiet night. I was lying on the bed in the room he’d assigned to me. The sheets were cool against my skin, and I was trying to distract myself from everything, his brooding silence, the weight of the child growing inside me, the uncertainty of it all. But
Rune’s POV The message had been lingering in my phone for hours, like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People offering help was nothing new, after all, I’m the Alpha. Many fools try to push themselves with me, offering their services or information. But this one… this one was different. This was about Alora. The text simply read: "I can help you get Alora back. The people around her have poisoned her mind against you. She deserves better. She deserves you." The tone of the message, the way it was worded, it didn’t feel like an empty promise. And something deep in my gut told me I had to know more. I texted back, keeping it simple again: "Who are you?" The reply came swiftly, almost as if they’d been waiting for me to bite: "Someone who loves her as much as you do. Maybe more." More? My jaw clenched. No one could love Alora more than me, but this stranger had my attention. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the message on the scree
Alora’s POVThe sound of metal clashing and voices shouting jolted me awake, sending my heart racing. I sat up in bed, disoriented for a second before realizing the commotion was coming from outside. The night had been calm when I went to bed, the air still and quiet, but now… something was wrong. Very wrong.My eyes flickered to Navaeh, peacefully asleep in her crib. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. Her soft breathing was the only thing grounding me at that moment. Whatever was happening outside, I needed to make sure she was safe first. I gently pulled her blankets tighter around her, kissed her forehead, and checked that the crib bars were secure. My daughter. My precious girl.Another loud noise echoed from below, and my body tensed. I had to see what was going on. Quickly, I grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, throwing them on in haste. There was no time for anything else. My mind raced as I quietly but swiftly moved down the stairs, the sounds growing lou
Rune’s POV The moon hung low in the sky as I sped through the forest, the trees blurring around me in my wolf form. Every muscle in my body ached from pushing myself too hard, but I didn’t care. I needed to get to her. Alora. My paws pounded against the earth, the cool air biting at my fur as I ran toward the witches' lair. They were the last obstacle standing between me and the one person I couldn’t let go of. The one person that’s made me feel all emotions. I hadn’t planned this well, I wasn’t fully prepared, hadn’t eaten in days, hadn’t rested, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Time was slipping away, and the thought of Alora being trapped here, her mind poisoned against me, drove me into a frenzy. I wasn’t going to let anyone else get involved. Not my Beta, not my Gamma. They’d only question my motives, and I didn’t need that. Cielle would think I was unhinged, losing control, but I wasn’t. I had to do this alone. The lair came into view, nestled deep within the woods, and I
Alora’s POVThe sound of Rune’s body hitting the ground sent a shiver through me. My chest tightened as I rushed forward, heart pounding as I saw him lying there, unconscious, but still alive. His breathing was ragged, each inhale labored as though he was fighting to stay conscious, to hold on to something just beyond his reach. My mind raced, and I could barely think straight. Rune?I stopped a few feet away, my breath catching as I took him in. Even like this —helpless, vulnerable— he still looked formidable. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell with each agonizing breath, his skin slick with sweat from the fight. His hair, usually perfectly in place, was now tousled, falling into his eyes. He looked different, weaker somehow, yet that aura of dominance still clung to him, even as he fought to stay awake. Such a powerful man on the floor. Eirlys and Morrigan stood over him, their expressions cold and calculating, magic still crackling in the air around them. I had seen them wi
Rune’s POV I awoke to the cold, hard floor beneath me. The air was damp, thick with the smell of mildew, and a deep, unsettling silence hung in the room. My wrists felt heavy, and as I stirred, the clanking of chains echoed in the darkness. I blinked against the dim light, groaning as I tried to move. My wrists and ankles were bound, chained to the wall with heavy, enchanted shackles. I pulled against them instinctively, the cool metal biting into my skin, and that’s when it hit me… I was in the dungeon!!How dare they?!They actually put me here. The witches. Eirlys and Morrigan. I knew they were going to do something, but I didn’t think they’d be so bold as to use their magic against me, the Alpha. The fucking Alpha. The chains were glowing faintly, and I could feel the magic humming through them, pulsing against my skin, keeping me trapped. The humiliation of it made my blood boil. I wasn’t just some rogue or common threat. I was Rune, Alpha of the most powerful pack, and yet
Rune’s POV Hazel lingered in the room, her eyes flickering with something that unsettled me. It wasn’t the usual coldness or disdain she wore when facing me; this time, there was sadness there, a weight I wasn’t used to seeing in her. “Rune,” she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. “I always liked you, you know?” I frowned, confused by her words. Liked me? Hazel had always been cold, distant, sometimes even harsh. There was no warmth between us. She had always made her disdain for me clear, especially when it came to my obsession with Alora. But now, as she stepped even closer, I saw something different in her eyes. Sadness, regret, maybe even longing. Her hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my bare chest. I stiffened at the touch, not expecting it. “Hazel,” I warned, my voice low, though I didn’t pull away. She shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line. “You never noticed, did you?” she murmured, almost to herself. “You
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
Alora’s POVI woke up to the softest warmth I’d felt in years, tucked between two hearts that mattered more than my own. Rune’s arms were wrapped tightly around Nevaeh and m. His grip was firm yet gentle as though holding on to us was the only thing keeping him grounded. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there listening to the sound of his breathing and the tiny little murmurs Nevaeh made in her sleep. For once, the world felt calm like we were the only ones that mattered.I tilted my head slightly and saw that Rune was already awake, his piercing gaze locked on me. His dark eyes were soft filled with something I couldn’t describe but knew I never wanted to lose. The guilt that had haunted them before was replaced with a quiet determination, a need to hold onto this fragile peace we had found. A need to make sure we are tightly boned together till the end of time. “Good morning.” I whispered my voice still raspy from sleep. He didn’t respond right away. Instead, his lips curved
Alora’s POVRune lay sprawled on the bed with his arms protectively wrapped around Nevaeh who was curled up against his chest. Her tiny hand rested over his heart rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breaths. They both looked so peaceful, so untouchable in that moment, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a flicker of something I barely recognized anymore: contentment. My heart swelled as I watched them. It was such a simple scene yet it carried a weight I couldn't put into words. Seeing Rune like this so soft and unguarded and completely at ease with our daughter it felt like witnessing a side of him I’d only dreamed about. His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile as Nevaeh shifted closer and I felt tears prick my eyes. I didn’t even try to stop them. For once, they weren’t tears of pain or despair. They were tears of relief. This was my family. Our family. The ache in my chest softened as I allowed myself to just feel this moment. I wante
Third Person’s POVLunaria stood atop the mountain, the moon casting a cold silver light on her trembling form. The icy wind bit into her skin but she didn’t care. Her sapphire eyes burned with fury as they locked onto the figures below. It was Cyrus sitting smugly on a broken throne and Eirlys, whispering in his ear like a serpent coiling around its prey. The sight of them laughing, planning and mocking made her blood boil. She clenched her fists and for the first time in decades, she felt her powers stir. It was faint, like an ember buried beneath ash but it was enough to ignite her rage. The curse that had shackled her for so long and stripped her of her immortality, her dignity and her strength had begun to crack under the weight of her fury. The man who had once made her heart ache with love now filled it with intense hatred. Cyrus. The lycan who had seduced her and made her believe in a future she was forbidden to have and then shattered it all for power. She would’ve forg
Rune’s POVI stared at Alora like she wasn’t real like maybe she was just a dream my broken mind had conjured up. But she was here… walking back and forth from the bathroom to the room with her red hair bouncing around her thin shoulders like it had a mind of its own. Nevaeh trailed behind her on wobbly legs her little giggles filling the room and it hit me how much my daughter had grown in what felt like seconds. It was like I had been stuck in some kind of nightmare and now I was waking up centuries later to find everything had changed. Just that it was roughly a month ago. Nevaeh is indeed not a normal child. I tried to sit up, to do something but my body was useless. I couldn’t even lift my arm let alone get out of bed. The only thing I could manage was sending out a weak mindlink to Ethan, Jacob and my father, praying someone could tell me the pack was okay. After that threat from Cyrus, I need to make sure everyone is okay. “Everything is under control. The pack’s shaken bu