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 POVI started dreaming, I found myself enveloped in darkness, the kind of darkness that felt alive, pulsing and surrounding me with a weight that pressed against my skin. It was suffocating. At the center of it all, a voice echoed through the void, a low, soft murmur that somehow managed to feel close yet impossibly distant. There was no face, no figure, only that voice reaching out to me. If only I wasn’t used to the weirdos now. “You are stronger than you know,” it said, the words a delicate mixture of warmth and urgency. The voice held a faint trace of familiarity, as though it was something I should recognize, something I’d heard before but couldn’t place. It sounds almost similar to my own at some point. "You have little time. Your daughter doesn’t have long… if you keep sleeping like this, she won’t survive." Thy added. A shiver shot through me, an electric jolt that left me feeling cold and hollow. I tried to speak, to demand answers, to ask what I needed to do. Qu
Alora’s POV I stood in Rune’s room, pulling on the plain green long-sleeve shirt that I’d left here a lifetime ago, back when things between us were simpler, clearer. The soft fabric felt warm and familiar against my skin, grounding me despite the uncertainty around us. I slipped into a pair of loose black pants, adjusting the waistband as my mind spun, weighed down by thoughts of our daughter’s fragile state and the unknowns of the journey ahead. I had no clue where to even begin, but one thing was clear, if there was a way to save Nevaeh, I would find it. Even if it is going to be the end of the fucking world. Just as I fastened the button on my pants, the door creaked open, and Rune stepped in. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, his sharp gaze assessing me, lingering just a little longer than necessary. It felt almost… domestic. That is the word. Then, without a word, he crossed the room, heading for his dresser and pulling out clothes of his own. The sight made me frown,
Alora’s POVThat night, we pulled into a quiet motel on the outskirts of some small town. The neon sign flickered in the distance as we stepped into the modest room, a single bed in the center and an old armchair tucked away in the corner. The scent of stale carpet and faint cigarette smoke clung to the air, but exhaustion weighed on me too heavily to care. I was drained in every possible way, and yet, despite the fatigue, the one thing I couldn’t shake was my hunger. It gnawed at me, a constant reminder of the days of neglect I’d forced my body to endure while worrying over Nevaeh’s fragile state. I hadn’t eaten since before the bloody ball. Room service sent up food, standard human stuff, but it smelled divine to my starving senses. Rune glanced at it and wrinkled his nose, scoffing slightly. Of course, he wouldn’t touch it, he didn’t eat human food, and tonight was no exception. He went out to hunt for his own food but didn’t stay long. As I ate in silence, he watched me with
Alora’s LOVEThe next morning, I told Rune about the direction the mysterious boy had given me. The moment we set off, the roads took on a strange quality, like we were slipping through the cracks between worlds. It was so so different. Trees thickened around us, their branches growing darker and knotted, their leaves a shade deeper than green, a color that seemed almost unnatural. The sky overhead changed, losing its familiar blue hue, now washed in a gray-purple that stretched as far as the eye could see. And yet, even in this strange world, the road remained steady, guiding us like it knew exactly where we needed to go.The deeper we went, the more unsettling everything became. Soon, the road twisted and coiled like a living thing, the pavement cracking beneath us until it seemed ready to splinter apart. We shared a silent glance, Rune’s eyes filled with the same unease that clawed at me. Were we supposed to be here? Were we nearing a dead end?But then, just as the feeling of d
Rune’s POV Years 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
Alora’s POV The 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
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