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
HERO POVWe left a few hours later. Cyrus had spent the night as a wolf, and we were hoping that being a wolf would help his body get rid of the serum. Unfortunately, it seemed like the drug had also affected him as a wolf.I began to doubt my initial assessment of his wolf. Perhaps I had overestimated its strength. But such thoughts were pointless now. The damage was done. Elliot had made it unmistakably clear that we had pushed him too far by making decisions he had nothing to say about. He wanted us gone by morning, and there was no turning back.Boston was walking on his own with a limp but he wasn't at full strength. Zara’s wolf was right at the surface, but she wasn't taking full control. Kristina was still pissed. In the end, we were all a fucking mess, but we kept a tight formation and didn't run into any trouble as we worked ourbway towatds the mountain. At noon, we had shaken off the wolves that Elliot had sent to watch us, until we had reached the river. I was truly reliev
ZARA POVMy wolf, usually not confident, shivered at the mournful sound. Fear, cold and sharp, began to prickle my skin. I knew I had to take control, and quickly. My body began to change, muscles flexing and bones shifting. Everyone else instinctively stepped back, giving me the space I needed. Cyrus, however, seemed lost in his own fear and pain. For a moment, the strange, uncomfortable feeling of my body transforming seemed to distract him from his own distress."Listen, we can't go this way," Cyrus said firmly. "Wolves come through this area, and they never come back. It's too dangerous.”"We have two things that will help us here," Hero said, his voice serious. "First, we have the amulet. Second, we have you. You can feel magic, and that's a powerful skill. Together, we can find our way through this place.”"No way," Cyrus declared. "I'm not going into that place and risk angering some angry wolf spirit.”The ground shook violently, and I squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn't just an
HERO POV"I think the route we're taking is probably the best option. We have already reached the highest point, but I believe we should veer more towards the east than the west. Paxton Marcua is closer than Stephen's location.”The pull to the west was strong, an undeniable force tugging at every bone in my body. Yet, a nagging doubt lingered, a puzzle piece refusing to fit. Zara's voice cut through my thoughts, "Is everyone aware of these packs?”“Sure. They have been around for ages. You can't really explore the mountain without having to deal with them, why?”“What about the humans who aren't humans?” They have been awfully vague about going to see Paxton. If everyone knew of the packs, then so should they. Why didn't they give us directions straight to Stephen?The amulet suddenly glowed intensely white, and I immediately stopped. “Oh no,” Cyrus whispered under his breath. “There's a powerful surge of magic ahead and to our left.”“And to the right?” I questioned.“Still magic, b
ZARA POVAnger surged through Hero, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. But the witch remained defiant, showing no fear. I quickly placed my hand on his arm, stopping him before he could act. “You didn't come here just to seek vengeance,' I reminded him calmly. "You wanted answers – to understand why this terrible thing happened to them.”"I do not have the sight," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "But one thing's certain – no one ventures into these mountains without a purpose. Maybe you can still find a way to get your revenge, or perhaps you'll discover something even more valuable. I can only offer you safe passage to your next destination.”"I've been injured a few times on our journey, even inside their camp. I think my blood might still be there. If you take some of my blood, could you use it to track where I've been?”Before I could say another word, she grabbed my arm. Suddenly, a knife flashed in her hand. “Just so you know,” she hissed, “It's an incredibly
HERO POVPaxton let go of me and took a step back. I could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him.I rubbed the side of my neck, feeling the lingering pressure of his grip. "I understand that Delilah's name seems to set people off," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But we've already traded information about her once in exchange for help. I promise you that we won't be doing that again.”"That sounds promising! We can definitely get the information from Glinda. Please consider yourselves our guests," Paxton said warmly, stepping back and putting his arm around Finna. "We have plenty of room for all of you.”How kind of him. He was just itching to tear out my throat a few second, and yet he was letting us stay. 'Keep your enemies close.' I thought.“We appreciate the hospitality for the night. Any information you can give us on Stephens succersor will be very much appreciated, and then we will be on our way.” I said diplomatically, trying to let him know that I wasn't here
ZARA POVI drifted off to sleep alone on the bed, but when I woke up, I wasn't alone anymore. Hero's arms were wrapped tightly around me, his breath warm against my ear. He was holding me close, his arm a solid barrier around my waist. I could feel his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin, sending unwanted heat down my entire body .I tried to leave, but I couldn't. I held my breath, fighting back the memories that flooded my mind. I meant every word I said last night. I refused to be someone he despised during the day and then used as a plaything at night.Sunlight streamed through the window, telling me it was morning. I hadn't slept enough, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me. Yet, time was slipping away. If I wanted to find the witch and get her help, I needed to do it before Hero left this place. I had no doubt that he would drag me away whether I wanted to go or not. He was incredibly possessive, to the point of foolishness.I struggled against his grip, trying to push
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