Alora’s POV That night, sleep evaded me. Rune was down in the dungeon, shackled, powerless in ways I had never seen him before. The Rune I knew had always been invincible, larger than life, but now he was caged like an animal. A part of me felt satisfaction, but it was small, too small to drown out the restlessness gnawing at my chest. Just as I was spiraling deeper into my own head, a small, familiar sound broke through the haze. I heard Navaeh stirring. "Shit," I whispered under my breath, pushing myself up on my elbows. She had been asleep for hours now, but I knew what that meant, she was probably hungry and in need of a diaper change. As much as my mind was trapped in thoughts of Rune, my body moved automatically, falling into the role I’d come to cherish more than anything in this world.Being Navaeh’s mother was the best thing that had ever happened to me, something pure and beautiful amid the darkness that surrounded everything else. I reached over to the bassin
Rune’s POV Alora stood there, right in front of me, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the iron grip that had been crushing my heart since the day she left finally began to ease. After everything I’d learned, everything that anonymous woman had revealed about the twisted plans they had for her, all I cared about was that she was okay. But that wasn’t all. No, far from it. As the relief settled, my desire for her hit me like a storm, crashing over me in wave after wave. She was standing there, bathed in the dim light of the dungeon, looking like a walking temptation, like sex and sin. A goddess. MY goddess. She hadn't changed much, but at the same time, she had. It was in her eyes, the way they blazed with this fierce, undeniable power. And gods help me, it made her even more irresistible. I let my gaze roam over her, unable to stop myself. Her sharp cheekbones, her red hair that cascaded down her waist like flames in the darkness… it was like she had
Alora’s POV Something twisted slid into my mind as I stood there, staring at Rune. His body (naked, vulnerable, yet undeniably powerful) was shackled in front of me, completely mine. Fucking mine. I don’t know why I even thought he was mine after everything he’s made me through. Really. I don’t know how I feel about Rune completely. He always makes me feel too much and I hate it. He overwhelms me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. His cock, already straining against the restraints of his jeans that hung low, made it clear he was mine in a way no other woman could ever claim him. Hell, I’d never even seen him with another woman, not once. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t been with them. I just haven’t met them even when he was my brother. Back in highschool he was the hot cake everyone wanted a piece of being the alphas son and the future alpha. But his attention was always on me. Making sure no one was making my life hell. I have always been an anomaly and knew
Rune’s POV My cock was rock hard, straining painfully against its limits, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Not a damn thing. I hate these fucking witches and will make them pay for restraining me. Her eyes, those sharp green eyes, glinted with a dangerous fire as she looked me over, and I knew. I fucking knew what she was going to do. And some part of me felt proud I brought out her depraved side. Every fibre of my being screamed for her, begged for her. But I couldn't touch her. Couldn't move. Couldn't do anything except watch. "You're dying for this, aren't you, Rune?" she whispered, her voice low, taunting. She was fucking enjoying this. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as she let her hands slide down her body, starting at her breasts. Is that a trickle of milk? Fuck! My eyes followed the movement automatically, helplessly. The way her fingers grazed over her soft skin, teasing her nipples to stif
Alora’s POV As the last shudder of my release left my body, I caught my breath, feeling Rune’s gaze burn into me from where he was chained. His eyes were wild, desperate, the raw hunger in them so intense that I almost stayed. Almost. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing any more of me. I could feel the power I held over him, how he trembled with need, his erection straining painfully against his jeans, but that was his problem. Not mine. With a slow, deliberate motion, I bent down and picked up my nightdress from the cold floor. I slid it over my body, savoring the tension in the air, and refused to meet Rune’s eyes. As I turned and walked toward the exit, my bare feet padded softly against the dungeon’s stone floor. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. The sound of Rune’s heavy breathing followed me, filling the air with a tension that felt almost tangible, but I kept my head held high and my pace steady. With each step I took, my skin tingled with the rem
Alora’s POV The grand hall was buzzing with an energy I couldn't quite place. The air was thick with magic, and it almost made my skin tingle as I stepped inside with Nevaeh in my arms. Her tiny fingers gripped my dress as her wide eyes took in the scene, but I felt her calmness, my only anchor in this sea of uncertainty. She doesn’t know what is going on and I feel like I should have hide her. Morrigan and Eirlys flanked me on either side. Both of them exuded a power so natural, so effortless, that it made me feel even smaller. My mind was racing, but I did my best to keep my face composed. I was supposed to be their queen tonight. I was supposed to be in control. But deep down, all I felt was dread. The truth was, I didn’t know how to control the power they were all so curious about. I don’t even know what the hell is going on anymore. Are my hands shaking? Shit. I watched Morrigan and Eirlys move ahead, whispering something to each other before nodding in my direction. Th
Alora’s POVAs soon as I saw Rune, my body moved before my mind could catch up. Nevaeh clung tightly to me, her soft breath warm against my neck as I pushed through the chaotic crowd. Thank Goddess she wasn’t watching. The hall was a blur of violence, spells crackling in the air, wolves snarling, and witches hurling curses at one another. Every instinct I had screamed to run in the opposite direction, but I found myself drawn toward Rune, toward the only source of stability in this storm.But it wasn’t just instinct pulling me closer to him, it was something more. Something deeper. I didn’t dwell on it though. A sudden movement caught my eye, and I barely had time to react before two witches lunged toward me, their faces twisted in fury. My heart leapt in my throat. But before they could reach me, Rune was there, his claws slashing through the air with terrifying precision. The sound of flesh tearing open made me flinch, and I quickly turned Nevaeh's face into my shoulder, covering
Alora’s POV The journey back to the pack felt surreal, like walking through a dream that didn’t quite make sense. I could still feel the warmth of Rune’s hand on my waist, guiding me and Nevaeh through the dark night, but my thoughts were everywhere. As we passed by the houses, the familiar paths, and the pack members who stopped to stare at us, I couldn’t ignore the way they looked at Rune.Fear still lingered in their eyes, the same fear that had always been there when it came to Rune, but there was something else now. Curiosity? Awe? It was subtle but unmistakable. Whispers followed us as we walked, people moving out of our way, their eyes darting from him to me, as though we were a spectacle they couldn’t quite understand. I clenched my jaw, trying not to let it bother me, but the questions swirling in my head wouldn’t stop. What the hell happened after I left? Why did they all look at him like that? By the time we reached his room, my body felt like it was moving on autopilo
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
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