ZARA POVFinna was standing at the front door of the witch, pounding on it with her fist. “Sabrina,” she yelled, ”It's me! I've got someone with me, and we're coming in. So, don't throw any knives at us!”"I don't understand, why would she throw knives at our heads?" I asked.“Because the only person who visits her right now is her mate, and he is the reason she is mad all the time, so she throws knives at him.” Finna whispered in a low tone. "Wait a minute," I said, "Did you just say she has a mate? Like, a werewolf mate?”"Yeah, but it's a bit tricky to explain. Come on, we don't have all day." She opened the door and stepped inside. I was stopped in my tracks. Standing on the kitchen top shelf was a woman. Tall and slender, with long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes, an eerie shade of purple, seemed to glow with an inner light. I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something… magical about her."Sabrina," Finna said calmly, "this is Zara. She could
ZARA POVI shifted back into my human form, and Hana stepped away. I took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous. Maybe coming here alone wasn't such a good idea. My wolf was still confused and frightened, and I was worried about scaring them. Even though Finna could probably hold me down, I was still a wolf out of control, and it was easy for me to cause trouble without meaning to.I looked at Hana and asked, “Do you know why this bond has disappeared?”The radio in my pants crackled. “Zara,” Hero's voice boomed, filled with anger. “Where the fucking heck are you? I gave you one simple order: take a guard with you. Did you do that? No! You went off alone, and you went to a witch's den!”I looked up at them, feeling a little embarrassed. “He didn't mean it like that,” I explained. “He's just a bit upset.”"A bit," Sabrina repeated slowly, as if savoring the word.I turned down the volume on the radio. “Do you realize that everyone around here can hear what you're saying?” I asked quietl
HERO POVAt that moment, I didn't care about them discovering that I was the Alpha King.I bowed my head and let out a low growl, my voice rumbling deep in my chest. Zara responded with a growl of her own. In return, I snarled at her, pushing a surge of powerful energy towards her. Her eyes narrowed, and with a frustrated huff, she finally pulled her claws away from Sabrina."I'm fine," Sabrina said quickly, sitting up straight. "She didn't hurt me at all. Could you please hold onto her for a few more minutes? Hana!”Hana took a step closer, raising her hands in a calming gesture. “Hey, I'm not here to cause any trouble,” she said gently. “You're looking for answers about why you can't feel the bond, aren't you, Zara? I understand how frustrating that must be. I can help you understand what's going on. All I need to do is touch you. Would you let me?”I wanted to make sure I had Zara's full attention. I shifted in my position and said, “Hold on a second, I want to be certain we have h
ZARA POVMy wolf didn't just surrender control. It felt like she was retreating, withdrawing deep within me, as if licking its wounds. Hero's look of disgust had shattered us both. The moment I regained control, a change began to wash over me. My senses heightened, my body aching with a primal energy. I felt the fur begin to sprout, the bones shifting and lengthening. Sabrina silently handed me a pair of jeans and a worn leather jacket, her eyes that of concern and something that might have been pity. No one spoke, the silence was heavy with unspoken words."I wonder if there's a way to fix these bonds," I said, not looking up. "Do you think magic could mend them?” Hana looked over at Sabrina and then back at me. “I would be totally honest with you, I do not have any idea. There isn't much information on wolf magic that's available to witches. I’m not even certain how a witch would have gone about removing this bond to begin with. Your best course of action right now is to find the
ZARA POV"Back home, my father runs the show, and is in full charge." I said, pulling on my leggings and a big shirt. I brushed my hair out of my face. "He always gets what he wants and has a way of charming everyone. People like him, even those outside our… group. He comes from a long line of strong and dominant wolf leaders. No one ever argues with him or challenges his decisions. When he wants something, he finds a way to get it.”“My mother and him weren't even mates. He forced himself on her. He was really obsessed with her to a certain extent that he made her do things she didn't want to. Sadly, she died soon after I was born. My dad thinks it's my fault, and he often says he wishes I had died instead. He's the only family I've ever known. He calls me a spoiled princess, and I guess he's right. I feel like a princess locked in a tower, unable to do anything.”"A princess kept in an ivory tower?" Finna scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.“The attic was my sanctuary. It had
HERO POV"Let me get this straight," the Alpha on the computer screen said slowly, his gaze fixed on me. "You're saying Stephen left the mountain some years ago, and is somehow responsible for your siblings' deaths?" Baxter, unlike most wolves I encountered – both on the mountain and elsewhere – kept his hair closely cropped, almost like a soldier. It was clear he took meticulous care of his appearance, shaving it down daily. His expression was skeptical, a flicker of doubt dancing in his eyes, but I could tell he was intrigued by my story.Baxter was Stephen's second-in-command, but I never fully trusted him. Paxton claimed Baxter had always aimed to overthrow Stephen, not out of loyalty or revenge, but simply to seize power. With Stephen now dead and Baxter as the new Alpha, it seemed his plan had succeeded."I know the specific month. At that time, you would have been his second-in-command, right? I'm wondering if you know if Stephen ever left the mountain during that period.” I qu
HERO POVI shook my head, feeling a grim sadness. “My brother wasn't like that__Nathan wasn't a greedy or controlling leader who was power-hungry. He cared deeply about his pack and would always protect them. If anyone tried to hurt them, he would fight back. I suspected someone was trying to take over, but I couldn't find any proof. Maybe the answers are hidden here, with Stephen, but he's gone. Someone else must know what happened.”Paxton began to pace, his brow furrowed in thought. “Stephen has two things that completely consumed him," he explained, “Being an Alpha, which he finally accomplished, and Finna. If he was involved in something, you can bet it was somehow connected to one of those two things. There's absolutely no chance he'd risk his position or Finna's safety by trying to take over another pack. It simply doesn't make sense.”“Finna?” Well isn't that interesting. “Your mate, Finna?” “There's a reason Stephen isn't well liked.” Paxton responded.There was a loud knock
ZARA POVFinna had definitely been the one who came up with this entire plan, and we weren't exactly friends. But the way she was gripping my arm, so hard it almost hurt, made me wonder if she was trying to be. Even so, I really didn't want to see Hero. The disgusted look he'd given me earlier was still fresh in my mind, a heavy weight in my stomach."You really went to hunt one of those things by yourself?" Paxton exclaimed, his voice echoing loudly."I wasn't alone, my love," Finna said softly. "Eleven other wolves were with me. We worked together.”“In your condition?” He yelled again. "I'm begging you, please stop yelling. I'm pregnant, not dying. I know I'm hormonal and maybe a little crazy right now, but this constant screaming is really upsetting me.” Finna said softly. "You didn't tell me," he said, his voice surprisingly calm.“Because you were in a meeting, remember?” Paxton halted abruptly in front of us, his eyes wide with disbelief. They seemed to bulge out of his head
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