Rune’s POVAs I walked back to my room, a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I had avoided her all day, finding excuses to stay away. The truth was, I didn’t trust myself around her right now. The thought of that child inside her… his child, made my blood boil. How could she have allowed another man to touch what was mine? How could she betray me like that?Opening the door, I stepped inside, and my gaze immediately landed on her. Alora was curled into a ball on the bed, fast asleep. Her face was peaceful, her breathing steady, and she looked so small, vulnerable even, despite everything. Her hair was splayed across the pillow like a dark halo, framing her delicate features. For a moment, she didn’t seem like the woman who had defied me, the woman who now carried another man’s child. She looked like the Alora from years ago, the one who had always been under my watchful eye.I stood there, just watching her, my mind racing. Despite everything, despite the betrayal I f
Rune’s POV I lay in bed, staring at Alora, unable to sleep. She was fast asleep, her breathing even and steady, her expression calm. But even in her sleep, there was a trace of something –pain, maybe, or fear. She was curled on her side, one hand resting near her face, the other cradling her belly protectively. I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, and all I could think about was how wrong this all felt. Anger. Desire. Possession. And something else, a nagging sense of betrayal that I couldn’t shake. She was mine, and yet, she wasn’t. Not completely. Not with that child growing inside her. I clenched my jaw, trying to push the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to claim her again and remind her who she belonged to. But I didn’t. I just watched, unable to do anything else. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through my thoughts. Ethan’s voice, urgent and agitated, pierced through the quiet as he mindlinked me. "Rune," he
Alora’s POVI woke up breathless, the sheets tangled around my legs, and my body aching with a need I couldn’t control. My fingers were buried deep inside my wet heat, moving desperately as I tried to reach the climax that hovered just out of reach. My hips rolled, pushing against my hand, and every breath was a needy, broken gasp. I was too lost in the sensation to realize I wasn’t alone until I looked up and saw him… Rune, leaning against the doorframe with that wicked smirk, eyes dark and full of possessive hunger.My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, ripping my hand away from my core in mortification. My cheeks burned as Rune stepped forward, his gaze locked on mine, mocking and unrelenting.I tried to cover myself, but his strong hand caught my wrist, pulling it away from my body. He didn’t say a word, just watched me, the air between us thick with tension and something darker, more dangerous.He has seen me dreaming about him fucking me. I hated that he decided to cum on my b
Alora’s POVRune's eyes never leave mine as he gives his cock a slow, deliberate stroke, the slick glide of his hand making my breath hitch. I watch, mesmerized, as a bead of precum gathers at the tip, sliding down his length in a way that makes my mouth water. The sheer confidence, the unapologetic masculinity of his movements, has my pulse racing. I want to taste him, to feel that raw power on my tongue.Still gripping his cock, Rune reaches out and cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over the tears still wet on my cheeks. “I love it when you cry because your tiny body can’t handle the pleasure I give you,” he murmurs, voice thick with possession. “It makes me rock fucking hard to see those tears of yours. Tell me, did you cry during sex for other bastards?”I swallow, my throat dry as I manage to whisper, “No.” Somehow, the darkness of his words only heightens my arousal. I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I am, so much it scares me.His gaze darkens, filled with a possessive hung
Rune’s POV I stare at her, utterly spent and beautiful in her vulnerability, her body still trembling in the aftermath of the intense pleasure I’d pulled from her. Alora lies there, chest heaving, her soft lips parted, and her lashes fluttering as if she’s caught in some half-dream state, still feeling echoes of her orgasm. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her. Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. I can’t leave her like this –messy, exposed, and marked by our sins. Carefully, I grab a wet cloth from the nightstand, the cool water soaking through the fabric, and kneel beside her. With a gentle touch, I press the cloth against her inner thighs, wiping away the remnants of our encounter. She stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body instinctively arching as the cold cloth brushes against her still-sensitive flesh. I watch, captivated, as her back arches ever so slightly, the soft curve of her spine catching the dim light of the room. She looks ethereal, an untouchable go
Alora’s POV The morning light spills through the curtains.My body feels heavy, languid, and sated, like every muscle and nerve has been thoroughly unwound. I stretch, savoring the sensation of the sheets against my skin, and I can’t help but replay the events of last night in my mind. The way Rune’s touch lingered, the possessive heat of his hands, and the dark, twisted satisfaction that poured from him into me. It was wrong and consuming, but it was real. I’ve never felt more seen, more desired, than when I’m beneath him. And in the quiet aftermath of it all, I realize how much I crave that feeling, even if it terrifies me. Something is changing between us. The sex, the connevtion… everything. There’s a light knock on the door, and before I can even call out, the door opens slowly. I sit up, a faint flutter of anxiety gripping me, but it quickly fades when I see who steps inside. Luna. The maid who took care of me in that posh dungeon months ago, the only friendly face in
Rune’s POVI sat at the head of the dining table, hands folded, face calm, but my mind was swirling with everything I had learned last night. I hadn't told my parents or anyone else the full truth about the witches or Alora’s connection to them. Not yet. I kept my explanation simple, telling them that the witches had cast a spell that was slowly deteriorating our pack and that they wanted something from us, something they would only reveal when the time was right. I watched as my parents exchanged uneasy glances, clearly disturbed by the news but too seasoned to show much fear. They were Alphas after all, hardened by years of leading the pack through peace and conflict alike. But this was new territory, and the tension was thick.“I hope they say what they want before things get worse.” Mom muttered then silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. Before I could say anything more, Cielle and Dylan stormed into the dining room, their expressions sour, the air between them charged with ange
Alora’s POV The dining room feels like a battlefield dressed up in fine linens and polished silverware. The silence hangs thick, uncomfortable, a stifling blanket that none of us seem willing to lift. My fingers curl around the edge of my chair, gripping the wood so tightly that my knuckles turn white. Sienna’s presence is impossible to ignore. She’s sitting across the table, her eyes fixed on me like she’s about to set me ablaze with her stare alone. It’s not just anger; it’s something darker. She’s throwing daggers at me with every blink. My throat suddenly parched, my appetite all but gone. I don’t know what I’ve done to earn such venom from Sienna. It’s as if my very existence offends her, like I’ve committed some unforgivable sin by merely sitting at this table. I keep my eyes downcast, refusing to meet her stare for too long, because the malice in her gaze is too unsettling, too vicious to bear. “You know, it’s pathetic, really,” Cielle starts, leaning back in h
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