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
Alora’s POVI moved down the hallway in a haze this time around, my body and mind aching from everything that had happened. Rune’s room was quiet, dim, offering the slightest escape from the world outside. Once inside his master bedroom, I headed straight for the bathroom and locked the door, hoping for a moment to be alone. I was exhausted. Hadn’t sat for a second since that forsaken ball. My head is about to explode. The exhaustion settled over me in thick waves, pushing down on my chest until it hurt to breathe. I felt weak, like I was breaking apart piece by piece, the emotions clawing their way up until I couldn’t hold them back any longer.I would want to go outside to the garden but I didn’t want to see anyone, Cielle, Sienna, or anyone else in this pack who didn’t understand what I had been through. They’d make things worse. The last thing I wanted was to face another reminder of my battles, another set of eyes that didn’t know the full weight of my pain. And so I stayed in
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