HERO POVElliot gave me a strange look. “Wait,” he said, “are you two actually together?'”I hesitated on what to say before I finally shook my head, and then he gave me another curious glance. “We don't have a leader around here,” he explained. “I mean, we're not a big enough group to be called a pack, and I wouldn't want to be in charge of one anyway. I prefer it this way. We're more like a community. We all look out for each other.”My wolf was restless, pacing back and forth in my head like a caged animal. Elliot's earlier confession had him all riled up. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, even as we approached the building, all I wanted to do is to punch something really bad.Elliot opened the door and stepped inside, and I followed close behind. My eyes were drawn to Zara, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. I felt a strange sense of unease, a primal instinct warning me that something wasn't right.The cut she sustained was still oozi
ZARA POV"Zara, you need to stay down. Don't make me kill you," Katrina said loudly.I desperately tried to yell, 'No, I'm not trying to hurt you!' but the words caught in my throat, swallowed by the suffocating fear that gripped me. I was trapped. An invisible cage surrounded me, my own panic a suffocating weight. I couldn't reach my wolf, couldn't control her. Helpless, I watched in horror as she lunged at Kristina again. There was a sickening crunch, a spray of blood, and Kristina's shriek echoed through the room. She slammed into the wall, like a limp doll.“Enough!”Hero's voice boomed through the cabin, making my wolf whimper and shrink to the ground. This was my opportunity. I had to act fast. With a burst of excitement, I lunged towards the chasm. But it was like running into an invisible barrier. I couldn't get through.Painfully, I bounced back. Hero leaned closer, his voice a hushed whisper, “Can you walk?” He asked Katrina, his eyes, intense and unwavering, held mine capt
ZARA POVHe wasn't expecting me to answer that question. I would not admit to what I had desperately been trying to hide since the first time he touched me, and I certainly wouldn't be admitting it because my fuvking wolf boxed me in. It didn't really matter anymore. My body was speaking for itself, loud and clear. I had finally gained some control over my physical being, but it was a strange, unfamiliar kind of control. I couldn't easily direct it, or make it do exactly what I wanted because___It was his. I was his. When the wolf-looking monster had snatched me away, fear was all I felt. I'd faced many torturers before, but they'd always been somewhat restrained by my father. He couldn't have a dead daughter in his hands. The scandal would be unbearableThe moment the monster had thrown me to the ground. As I lay there, I thought I would never wake up again. He was unlike me. I had limits, I had responsibilities now, I had a life to return to. But the monster? He had none of that.
ZARA POV"Oh, I apologize for startling you like that," the young man said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "We haven't had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Elliot." He offered a friendly smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth.“Hey, I'm Zara, I just wanted to say thanks a bunch for saving me out there. I heard all about what you did, and I really appreciate it.”"That was a joint effort," he said, his gaze sweeping across the cabin. "I gave Hero a radio, only to realize I'd given him the one with a dead battery. Luckily, I was able to get back quickly. Does your healer need anything? Mine's back, so she could lend a hand if needed.”He hunched his shoulders and ducked his head, making a conscious effort to appear smaller and less imposing. He stopped a safe distance away, his hands tucked into his pockets. It was a gesture of respect I'd never witnessed from another man. Even Hero, when he'd mistaken me for a vulnerable soul hurt by Weston's rejection, hadn't gone to such length
HERO POV"She said what?" I muttered to myself, my mind racing. ‘He's not fit to be a father?’ What the hell does that even mean? I couldn't help it as her words kept replaying in my head. I frowned, my gaze following her retreating figure. The way Elliot looked at her wasn't just lust or desire; it was something deeper, something almost reverent. It was the kind of look a starstruck fan gives their idol, the kind a lovesick puppy gives its owner. It was adoration, pure and simple.Zara was a beautiful woman. Here, she would be something new and exciting. The news that she was pregnant clearly didn't bother him. I thought he would get pissed about it and reject her but judging from the children running around in the camp, he was ready to welcome a baby. He was ready to be with her and father the pup. “You're growling again,” Jeremy sighed, his voice laced with weariness. "Tristan is not thrilled about being dragged all the way from Boston to track down Zara, either.”“Nobody should
ZARA POVHis lips smashed against mine in a bruising kiss.My heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat as he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. My toes curled, and I instinctively reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to stop, to pull away. I knew this was a terrible idea, a reckless move that could only lead to heartbreak. Yet, I was frozen, unable to move or think. The tension in my body was unbearable, as if I were about to shatter into a million pieces. I couldn't escape the fear, the pain, the overwhelming confusion that consumed me.But at this moment, I craved his touch.“Did you think of this when he asked you to stay?” Hero snarled, breaking the kiss and tearing my shirt open. “Did you wonder if he could touch you the way I do?”His fingers dug into my side, a painful reminder of his presence. My breasts were naked to him, begging for his touch. All I could think about was the way his lips felt on my skin, the way they m
ZARA POVHe pressed his lips to mine, a forceful kiss that demanded a response. As he did, the length of his arousal pressed insistently between our bodies. I couldn't resist. My body softened, yielding to his. My breasts flattened against his chest as he moved against me, a primal dance of desire."I want you to know," he whispered, his voice low and intense, "that when you're like this, when you're so wet and eager for me, you're mine. You're my good girl. Don't hold back, Zara. Let it all out. Scream. Let everyone here hear you. Let them know that you belong to me. That I'm taking you with me. You're mine. And oh Goodness, you're so tight. Keep squeezing me like that. Don't stop.”With trembling legs, I struggled to remain standing. Hero strong arms pulled me close. I leaned heavily against him, grateful for his support as he guided me towards the bed. My knees gave way, and I collapsed forward, a sharp cry escaping my lips as his weight bore down on me. He paused, a low growl rumb
HERO POVMy eyes narrowed, but before I could speak, a loud shout erupted from the cabin next door. I quickly ran towards the sound and flung open the cabin door. As I did, I saw Jeremy and Tristan standing there, both looking flustered. They were pulling a young teenage boy along with them, who seemed scared and confused.I was completely confused and yelled, “What's happening?” But instead of answering, Jeremy threw the boy at my feet.“We caught him breaking into our cabin.” Jeremy responded.“Why don't you fuvk off and suck some dicks. It's my cabin not yours.” The boy murmured, his words slurred. I knelt down, gently grasping his chin. I looked into his eyes, which were dilated and wide."Elliot!" I yelled, my voice booming through the air.The boy instantly flinched, his hands shooting up in a gesture of surrender. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to call him. We're fine here, really.“Then I demand to know what you were sneaking around doing in our cabin.” My voice was sharp, and the
ALPHA KING GRANTThe big wooden doors of the pack house creaked as I pushed them open. Another trip, another empty feeling. I sighed, a long, heavy sound that seemed to fill the quiet hallway. Since I was fifteen, I've been searching. Fifteen! That's a long, long time. I'm the Alpha King, which means I'm in charge of all the werewolf packs. I got this job really young, and now, well, I'm almost a hundred years old. And still, no mate.Everyone around me has found their special someone. My friends, my warriors, even the cooks in the kitchen! They all have their mates, and it makes me feel... lonely. Really lonely. When I turned fifteen, I took a whole year off. A year! I traveled all over the world, visiting every pack I could find. I was so excited. I imagined finding her, my mate. I wanted to give her everything, make her happy, love her with all my heart. I wanted to spend time with her, not just work all the time.But I didn't find her. Not that year. I told myself, "Maybe she's to
ADRIANA POVThe heavy oak door groaned, resisting the frantic assault of Harold’s shoulder. Finally, it splintered inward, a testament to his desperate strength. He stumbled into the room, the air thick with the stench of metallic blood. His gaze, wild and searching, fell upon his brother, sprawled lifeless on the blood-soaked rug.A strangled cry escaped Harold’s lips. He staggered towards the body, his knees buckling beneath him. "No... no!" he choked, his voice raw with grief. "Henry,"Trisha, her face pale and drawn, followed close behind. She gasped, her eyes widening at the gruesome scene. "Oh Goodness," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What… what happened?"Harold, his hands trembling violently, reached out to touch his brother's cold, lifeless cheek. "Henry," he moaned, the word a guttural sob. "Who did this?”He slowly looked up at me, his eyes blazed with fury. The world seemed to tilt. Then, a burning pain exploded across my cheek when he slapped me. I recoiled, dizzy a
This is the story of Alpha prince Grant and how he found his mate. THE ALPHA'S REJECTED MUTE MATECHAPTER 1ADRIANA POVAfter making breakfast for the Luna of the Diamond Pack this morning, I headed back to my room. A big smile spread across my face as I glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall of the room given to me at the pack house. Each ticked-off day on the April calendar brought me closer to my special day. Today was finally the 28th of April, my eighteenth birthday! I couldn't contain my excitement.Turning eighteen for most wolves is a big deal. It's when we usually shift into our wolf forms for the first time and meet our inner wolves. I'm even more excited than most, because I've been Mute since I was born. I had been like this since I was a baby, wrapped in the arms of my dead mother. She had been killed by a pack of lone wolves. Lone wolf...A lone wolf is a wolf that lives and hunts alone, outside of a pack, they don't belong to any Pack. This can happen for various
ZARA POVGrant finished his meal, a happy little mess of baby food smeared around his mouth. Hero, with a gentle smile, lifted him into his arms. "Okay, little man," Hero said, his voice soft, "tell Daddy all about your day."Grant, in response, let out a series of excited baby noises, a mix of gurgles and happy babbling. He waved his tiny hands, as if trying to tell a grand story that only he understood. Hero chuckled, bouncing him lightly up and down. Grant's laughter filled the room, a sweet, pure sound that made my heart melt.I couldn't help but smile. It was like watching magic happen. Before, Hero had been so unsure, so worried about being a father. But now, seeing them together, it was clear he was a natural. Grant absolutely adored him. His eyes lit up whenever Hero was near, and Hero, in return, spent every free moment with his son.Every time I saw them together, Hero had this big, open smile. It was like he'd found something he never knew he was missing. It was a smile tha
ZARA POVONE YEAR LATERThe bright summer sun streamed through the window, making the dust motes dance in the air. A warm breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, and the sound of birds chirping filled the garden. Inside, the living room was a cheerful chaos of baby toys and soft blankets.Kristina was sitting on the plush sofa, her eyes wide and sparkling as she cradled Grant in her arms. He was almost a year old now, a chubby little bundle of joy with big, curious eyes. He gurgled happily, reaching out tiny hands to tug at Kristina's bright pink shirt."Oh, he's just the sweetest thing!" Kristina sighed, her voice full of pure adoration. "Look at those eyes! And his little hands! He's absolutely perfect."I smiled, leaning against the doorway. "He is, isn't he? He gets those eyes from Hero.""And that hair! Just like Hero's too," Kristina added, gently stroking Grant's soft, dark curls. "He's a mini-Hero. You're so lucky, Zara. I swear, if I wasn't your best friend right now,
HERO POV"Hero..." Zara's voice, usually so strong, trembled. She clutched her stomach, her face paling. "Hero, I... I think my water broke."My breath hitched. "What? Are you sure?"Her eyes, wide and filled with a raw, primal fear, locked onto mine. "Yes! I'm sure! Oh, it hurts, Hero. It hurts so much!"She swayed, her legs buckling beneath her. I reacted instantly, leaping forward and catching her before she could fall. "Zara! Hold on, hold on.”"Oh, it's coming, Hero. It's really coming!" she gasped, her voice thick with pain. "It's… it’s like a fire inside.""Jeremy! Guys! We need help!" I yelled, my voice cracking with urgency. "Now!"Instead of the swift, coordinated response I expected, they walked towards us. A wave of cheers erupted, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Jeremy and the others stood there, beaming, holding bottles of sparkling wine and brightly colored balloons. "Congratulations, Hero! Congratulations, Zara!”They started clapping, oblivious to the chaos unfoldin
HERO POVMy hands were shaking. I mean, really shaking. I tried to smooth down my shirt, but it didn't help. I was standing right in front of the place. We had put up lights, flowers, everything. It was supposed to look like a dream, the kind of place you see in movies. I had spent all day, every single minute, trying to make it perfect. I wanted it to be just right for Zara.I took a deep breath. It didn't do much. My heart was pounding like a drum. I kept thinking, "What if she doesn't like it? What if it's not good enough?" I looked around again. We had hung little lights everywhere. They twinkled, even though it wasn't dark yet. We had put up her favorite flowers, the bright yellow ones. I had even gotten some special candles that smelled like vanilla, her favorite."Man, you look like you're about to jump out of your skin," Jeremy said. He was standing next to me, trying to look cool. He always looked cool. I wished I could be that calm."I'm nervous," I admitted. "Really nervous
ZARA POVI felt so much better. My body was strong again. Hero had taken care of everything. He made Paul and Alvira tell everyone what they did. The whole squad saw it, even Kira. They told the truth about trying to hurt me. Because of this, my father was going to lose his position as Alpha. He was in big trouble.But we had a big problem. We couldn't tell everyone about the mountain. It had too much magic. If other packs found out, they could use it for bad things. So, we all agreed to keep the mountain a secret.I knew Mascold wasn't happy about us leaving the mountain because they were torn between the fear of letting their secret out. Paxton and his mate tried to talk to us then and we had refused. I felt glad I had turn them down because right now, I was walking back into my old house to confront my father finally. It should have been my home, but it never really felt like it. I walked tall and proud. No one dared to touch me.I wondered why. Maybe they knew Hero was my mate, an
HERO POV"Are you alright?" I asked again, my voice low. I looked at her wrists, at the marks left by the cuffs, and at the rough collar around her neck. A wave of anger washed over me, a hot, burning feeling. Even though Weston was gone, I wanted to hurt him again, just for touching her like this. How could anyone do this to her?She blinked slowly, her eyes looking tired. "Yeah," she whispered, "I'm... I'm okay." She paused, her eyes fluttering. "But... I think I'm going to faint.”And then, just like that, she went limp in my arms. I felt a surge of panic. "Zara!" I called, but she didn't respond. I held her close, carefully lifting her into my arms. She was so light.I walked out of the cabin, the wooden floor creaking under my boots. The night air was cool, and the moon was bright, casting long shadows. I held Zara tightly, my heart pounding.Suddenly, I heard a soft rustling sound from the trees nearby. It was a subtle sound, like leaves moving, but my senses were sharp. I stopp