Alora’s POVI turned to Dylan, a wild, desperate look in my eyes, the kind of look I was sure he had never seen before. His brow furrowed in concern, his gaze searching mine as if trying to understand what had sparked such intensity in me.I took his hand in both of mine, clinging to it like it was my only lifeline. My grip tightened, and I could feel the roughness of his palm against my skin, grounding me in a moment that felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff.Dylan, who had always been my anchor in this sea of chaos, who had once been my everything before it all fell apart, I had to trust him now. Maybe last time I hadn’t thought things through, but this time, I had no choice. I was at the end of my rope. Rune would start looking for me soon, and when he did, he’d be relentless. But Dylan was smart. He knew Rune better than anyone, knew the way his mind worked. He could steer them away, buy me the time I needed to escape this nightmare. Something thick and painful clogg
Rune’s POV I woke up groggy, my head pounding and my limbs heavy, as if they were weighed down by lead. Everything felt disjointed, like I was floating between reality and some dark, drug-induced haze. My mind was sluggish, struggling to piece together what had happened. I blinked slowly, my vision blurred and unfocused, trying to shake off the fog that clouded my thoughts. But then I became aware of something—no, someone—heavy on top of me. The weight pressed down on my chest, and for a fleeting moment, a small, almost wistful smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I thought it was Alora’s soft curves molding against me. It was rare for me to hold her after a night of rough, punishing sex, but perhaps this could be a new beginning, something softer between us. But as quickly as that thought came, it was washed away by a wave of anger. I remembered seeing her with Dylan earlier, chatting, smiling, and laughing in a way I hadn’t seen in so long. A possessive fury had ignit
Alora’s POVI was pulled from the depths of sleep by the sound of someone calling my name. It was distant at first, like an echo through a tunnel, but it grew louder, more insistent, until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. My eyelids feel heavy, as if they had been weighed down by the burden of exhaustion, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light filtering into the cramped space around me. The first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my body. I stretched, feeling the dull ache in my muscles from sleeping in such a confined space. It wasn’t much, and it certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I had slept. Truly slept. For the first time in what felt like ages, my mind had been free from the torment of nightmares and constant dread. The weariness that had clung to me like a second skin had loosened its grip, if only slightly.My gaze fell on one of Dylan’s workers standing at the back of the truck. He was a young man, probably around my age, with a hesitant smile on his face
Rune’s POVIt had been a week. Seven days since Alora vanished without a trace. Seven days of endless searching, of following dead leads, of placing bounties that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Seven days of feeling like I was slowly losing my mind.During the day, I put on a front. I played the part of the strong, composed Alpha that everyone expected me to be. I commanded the pack with the same authority as always, issued orders, handled disputes, and oversaw the daily operations. No one could see the cracks in the facade, the fissures that were slowly but surely spreading beneath the surface. They didn’t know that each time I gave an order, my mind was screaming for something else… someone else.But at night, when the house was quiet and the pack was asleep, I crumbled.It started with the silence, the suffocating quiet that settled over my room like a thick fog. The absence of her presence, the emptiness of the space where she used to be, gnawed at me relentlessly. I would sit on
Rune’s POVThe tension in the room was palpable as I stood before Dylan, my eyes burning with an intensity that could set fire to the very air between us. He was the last person I had seen with Alora, and I could still picture them together, her soft laughter, the tears glistening in her eyes, the way she had looked at him. It has haunted me every second since she vanished.I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Where is she, Dylan?” My voice was low, laced with a fury that barely concealed the storm brewing beneath the surface. He looked at me with an expression that was a mix of confusion and guarded calm, but I could see the unease in his eyes. He was trying to keep his composure, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He knew what this was about. “I don’t know where she is,” Dylan said, his voice steady, but there was something off, a slight tremor, a hesitation that made my blood boil.“Don’t lie to me,” I snarled, taking a step closer, my fists clenched so tightly t
Alora’s POVThree weeks. That’s how long I’ve been living in the human world, and I can say without hesitation that humans are better, far better, than werewolves. Or, at the very least, they’re better than the werewolves in my pack. The simplicity of their lives, the absence of pack politics, the way they go about their days without the constant weight of hierarchy and dominance, it’s a refreshing change. When I first arrived, I stayed at a modest motel, not far from the edge of town. It was nothing special, just a place to lay my head while I figured things out. But soon, I realized I needed something more permanent, a place I could call my own. So, I started looking for an apartment nearby. It didn’t take long before I found one, a cozy little place in a quiet neighborhood, just a few blocks from the motel.The landlord was a kind woman in her late fifties, with a warmth that reminded me of the mothers I’d read about in human novels. She had this way of making you feel at home
Third Person’s POV The witches of the coven had been watching Alora from the shadows ever since she made her escape into the human world. They followed her every move, cloaked in secrecy, their whispers carried only by the wind. To them, Alora's departure from the pack was a victory in itself. She had finally broken free from the chains that bound her to a world of cruelty and torment. They knew that her presence in the human world would make her stronger, more resilient. It was only a matter of time before she realized her full potential, potential that the witches had been patiently waiting to cultivate."She has finally escaped," whispered Elysia, the elder witch with silver hair cascading down her back. Her voice was filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Our queen is out of their grasp."The other witches nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. They had long despised werewolves, viewing them as nothing more than savage beasts who dared to cl
Rune’s POVThe days without Alora dragged on, each one more tortuous than the last. The emptiness she left behind gnawed at me, a constant ache that no amount of work or distraction could dull. I would find myself staring out of my office window, my mind wandering back to the last time I saw her. The image of her smiling at Dylan haunted me, a bitter reminder that she was somewhere out there, out of my reach. Weeks passed, and with them came a growing sense of dread that something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t just the void Alora had left in my life; it was the pack itself. I tried to focus on my duties, to manage the pack as best as I could, but things were starting to unravel. The first sign was subtle, a few packs reaching out, stating they were reconsidering their alliance with us. It was unusual, but I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, alliances could be fickle, and I was confident that I could smooth things over.But then, more packs followed suit. The rejections
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