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 POVRune didn’t wait for a word. The second Morrigan stepped through the door, his hand was around her throat, pressing her against the wall. Her face twisted in shock as his fingers dug in, choking off her air. Morrigan tried to push him back, her powers swirling around her in a desperate attempt to break free, but it was useless. Rune’s strength had always been something beyond ordinary, and right now, he was enraged beyond reason. His eyes gleamed a dangerous gold, his wolf barely contained beneath the surface."Rune!" I called out, but he didn’t even flinch. His focus was sharp, murderous, and Morrigan was the target.She clawed at his hands, gasping for breath, but her powers couldn’t reach him. Rune’s strength was overpowering her magic, the edges of his claws emerging as he tightened his grip. My heart pounded as I took a step forward, realizing that if I didn’t act, Morrigan might not survive the next few seconds. And something in her eyes, stricken, desperate, hinte
Alora’s POV Rune’s expression hardened as he barked an order to a few guards standing outside. They didn’t hesitate; they grabbed Morrigan by each arm, her face impassive as they led her away to be locked in a guest room under strict watch. Rune wanted confirmation of everything she’d said, and while part of me knew why he was being cautious, I couldn’t help but wonder, did we really need it? Every moment of my life, every haunting whisper, and every oddity that had surrounded me, had already been telling me the truth. I’d never fit in with the witches, not truly. If I wasn’t a witch, then what could I be? A vampire? Hardly. They were mere legends, their presence mostly faded from our world. No, it had to be something else, something powerful. And terrifying. Rune’s pacing filled the silence, his gaze stormy, as if wrestling with an internal battle. Then, without warning, he stopped and looked at me from across the room, a fire blazing in his eyes. Before I could process w
Alora's POV The eerie, resounding boom hung in the air, a sound both ancient and strange, echoing through every corner of the room and making my skin prickle. What the hell was that? I stared at Rune, eyes wide with the same confusion and tension I saw mirrored in his own. My eyes were wide while his were narrowed. Oh, he doesn’t fear shit. He is always ready to fight. All the time. His jaw was set, his gaze dark and guarded, but there was something there that made my pulse quicken, something almost… afraid. And not for himself. For me. Then, we both turned, drawn to a glow so brilliant it seemed to pierce the through us. Light radiated from the small figure lying still on the bed. It was blinding, wrapping around her tiny form like a halo, pure and ethereal. Fear I never knew ran up my spine making me cry out, the sound full of pain and terror. The light pulsed, each beat sending a shiver up my spine as if the room itself was alive, breathing in time with her. Something wa
Rune’s POVAs I looked at Nevaeh, realization crashed over me, leaving no room for doubt. She was mine. From the shape of her eyes to the faint curve of her jaw, everything mirrored my features so perfectly it felt surreal. She was like a reflection of my childhood, only softened, more delicate and gaddammit, more sweet. Not even Cielle, my own sister, had ever resembled me this closely. The depth of her resemblance was undeniable, as if the universe itself was making a declaration I could no longer ignore. My heart surged with an overwhelming sense of joy and… relief. Alora had never betrayed me. The baby I’d thought of as a stranger, a piece of her life I hadn’t been part of, was mine all along. She was MINE!My feelings were all over the place. I bet tears wanted to emerge too but nope, alphas don’t cry like babies. Nah! I was thought to never cry. I won’t. The relief was fleeting, quickly replaced by the boiling anger searing through me. Alora had kept this from me. She’d known
Alora’s POVI held Nevaeh in my arms, her tiny body growing weaker with each passing second while my heart thud so loud I couldn’t hear anything apart from it. She was slipping away, her breaths fading, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My hands shook as I clutched her close, the tears hot and relentless, spilling down my face as I watched my daughter’s life ebb before my eyes. The helplessness was crushing, my mind a whirl of fear and desperation. My heart raced with a terror I had never felt before, a clawing. This is cruel. I hate this life I have been thrusted it. “Hold onto me,” Rune’s voice cut through the haze, his tone urgent. I looked up, barely processing his words, but I didn’t hesitate. His arms wrapped around me, steadying me as he prepared to try something he hadn’t mastered. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes and vulnerability. “I’ll get us to the prophetess. Just hold on. I think she might help.” He murmured, his voice still breaking. For that insta
Alora’s POVThe prophetess’s gaze turned dark as she looked at Nevaeh, her expression clouded with understanding. I don’t even want to look down at my own daughter in fear of what I might see. I might not be able to keep it together anymore. Her voice was a murmur, low and grave, as she said, “This is the work of an evil witch. She sent someone to your home, finishing what she couldn't when you crossed paths at their realm.”Anger flared inside me, raw and uncontainable, tightening my chest. I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding so hard as I tried to rein it in, but the fury only surged. Every betrayal, every trick, flashed before me in brutal clarity. This wasn’t just an attack, this was their twisted revenge. And a declarance of a fucking war. They came for my daughter? Not me? I’m going to fucking kill Morrigan with my bare hands! I shouldn’t have trusted her. I should’ve let Rune claw her heart watching the life leave her eyes. The prophetess watched me closely, her face unre
Alora’s POV stormed down the hallway, the anger sizzling in my blood, my pace relentless as I headed straight for the room where they were holding Morrigan. The guards immediately disappeared from my sight because I’m sure danger is written on my forehead. Rune’s footsteps pounded behind me, steady and firm, while Nevaeh rested against my chest, secure and peaceful in her wrap. But I knew there was no peace for her. Her breathing is still fucking ragged. They attacked a baby!My heart raced with fury, each step urging me forward, every fiber of my being focused on the witch who dared to harm my daughter. I will make sure to set an example with her that if anyone comes for my daughter then there is no forgiveness. When I entered the dimly lit room, my gaze locked onto Morrigan. She was slouched against the chair they had bound her to, her wrists tied, her ankles secured. She looked weak, her lips curled in a faint, twisted smile. I hate her so much. I can’t believe I almost trusted