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
ZARA POV"Cameron," Hero sighed, turning to face him, "I know this is a difficult question, but is there absolutely any way at all that you can perform a paternity test on her to figure out who the father of the baby is?”He just wouldn't stop talking about it, and his voice was so irritatingly loud. I felt so embarrassed. I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the tears that were starting to well up."The procedure exists," Cameron said calmly, "but it's a very hard thing for the mother to go through. It's incredibly painful.”His sentence was met with silence, and I finally opened my eyes. I'd had enough. It was time to end this. “Just do it,” I mumbled."I had truly hoped that your own request would be enough to convince me, but I understand the significant risks involved for the baby. Performing this procedure goes against my ethical and medical principles. I will not carry it out, and I will not allow it to be performe
HERO POVI focused all my attention on Boston. He had recovered from his injuries, but the blood loss had taken a toll. His movements were a bit slower, and he was holding back, likely to avoid hurting anyone. He was only facing one wolf, yet he was clearly in control of the fight.At the beginning of the fight, Walker and Jeremy faced off one-on-one. They seemed evenly matched, trading blows with impressive skill. I wasn't overly concerned, though. Jeremy was a calculated fighter. He enjoyed studying his opponents' moves, so I knew he wouldn't rush into anything. He was happy to let the fight drag on, sizing up Walker's strengths and weaknesses. “Walker is a skilled fighter,” I commented, watching them circle each other."I know he's been battling to survive for a very long time," Paxton said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Now, he's fighting for me. He knows your boy is trying to toy with him.”"He's not toying with him," I corrected him. "He's assessing the situation, sizing him up
ZARA POV"Hero," I began, letting out a long breath. "If my father discovers he's the grandfather of the king's child, he'll do everything in his power to get rid of me. He'll see me as a threat, a reminder of his past. He'll raise that child to be just like him, a ruthless king who cares for nothing but power.”Hero pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly. He whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, “Hey, I won't let that happen. Never.”I turned to face him, a small laugh escaping my lips. “You won't let that happen?” I said, shaking my head. “From the way I have seen things, this looks like a suicide mission you already planned for yourself. You've put someone else on the throne, haven't you? Because you know you won't survive this. You're more worried about saving those wolves you brought here with you than you are about saving yourself. Let's be honest, once you get your revenge, what's left? You won't be around to raise this child, so maybe you should s
ZARA POVThe heavy iron door of the dungeon slammed shut behind us, the echoing clang a strained silence that had filled the room moments before. Paul was still down there, chained to the cold stone wall, his words hanging in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. My arms throbbed, a constant reminder of the price I'd paid for those words. He'd fought hard, and I'd pushed harder, until finally, the truth had spilled out, a dark, ugly secret that had sent a wave of raw fury through Hero.Hero was on a coiled spring right now, his every muscle tight with barely contained rage. He’d torn apart the interrogation equipment, the tracking machine found on Paul especially, with a violence that made my breath catch in my throat. It was like watching a storm unleash its fury, a terrifying display of power.He stopped abruptly, letting out a guttural groan that vibrated through the stone floor. "Ughhhhhh!" he roared, the sound echoing down the hallway. His body was rigid, every line of him screa
ZARA POVHero gently shifted me, and I couldn't help but whimper. A strange, intense itch pulsed where he'd just marked me. It was a burning, tingling sensation, like a thousand tiny needles. But then, just as suddenly as it had come, the itch subsided. I cautiously reached back, my fingers tracing the area. It felt smooth, almost healed, but there was a distinct ridge, a permanent mark. A teeth mark. My mark. A symbol that I belonged to him.Hero, with a tender touch, cleaned me up, his movements careful and soothing. He then pulled me close, holding me securely against his chest. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I gratefully closed my eyes, the warmth of his embrace a comforting blanket."I thought I'd be trapped on this mountain forever," Hero murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. "But then I found you, my mate, and... my sister.”His sister. Kira. My eyes snapped open, a jolt of alarm running through me. "Oh my goodness, Hero! Your sister! We need to talk about
ZARA POVA low groan escaped Hero’s lips, a sound that vibrated against my skin. “Fuckkk,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “I want you to know that you have gotten very good at this… incredibly good. I crave more, and more, Zara. So much more.”I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face. Leaning forward, I met his gaze, my own pleasure building with a surprising, almost overwhelming intensity. “I had a good teacher all along,” I whispered, my voice a little breathless.His eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his features. “Oh, darling, I haven’t taught you nearly enough yet,” he said, his voice laced with a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. “Not even close.”The playful banter faded as he began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent a wave of heat through me. He pumped upward into me, his movements growing stronger, more insistent, bucking me like a wild stallion. I cried out, a sound that was half shock, half pure, unadulterated delight. Th
ZARA POVHero pulled back from the hug, but he didn't go far. His eyes were bright golden, like they had little lights inside them. He reached up, and his hands moved gently through my hair, like he was trying to smooth out any tangles. Then, his hands settled around my neck, soft and warm. He pulled me closer.His lips moved down to my neck and placed soft kisses, and his other hands touched my waist. My body felt like it was waking up, like a little fire was starting inside me. I arched my back, waiting for what would happen next. It felt good, even just the way he touched me.He whispered, his voice low and a little rough, "Seeing you like this... pregnant... It makes me want you so much. You don't seem to be in a position for me to mark you but…" He ran his fingers along my sides, and I shivered. It felt so good, like little sparks were going off all over my skin. "I don't think I can hold back."He looked at me, his eyes asking a question."Shhhhhhhh...You make me feel better, He
ZARA POVI kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the emotions swirling in his. I could feel him shifting, moving closer, and the warmth of his presence was a strange comfort amidst the turmoil."You know," he started again, his voice softer now, "it's funny how rumors spread. Like wildfire. One minute, you're living your life, and the next, everyone thinks they know your story better than you do."He paused, a sigh escaping his lips. "Baxter... he had pieces of the puzzle about I and Alvira, but he got the picture all wrong. There was a time, a long time ago, when everyone in our pack thought Alvira would end up with either Nathan or me. We were kids, you know? Playing games, imagining futures that never came to be.”I could almost see the memories playing out in his mind, like old, faded photographs. "Alvira... She was brought to our pack by old Martha, the kitchen woman. Martha found her in the woods, all alone. Said she was just a little thing, lost and scared. Nathan and I, we w
ZARA POVPaul was locked away in the dungeon. Finally, We had a real chance to take down my father. I was so relieved my baby was safe. Everything had gone wrong, like a really, really big mess, but at least this part was right.But, when I looked at Hero, my heart sank. He looked...broken. Like he was trying to say something, but the words were stuck.I gently tried to sit properly on the bed before I spoke up. "Hey," I said softly. "You don't have to say anything. Really."He just looked at me, his eyes filled with...something I couldn't quite name."It's okay," I continued. "I know Alvira is your mate. I get it. I've accepted it, and I won't get in your way. You don't need to feel bad. We can still make this a little better. We have a child together, and that's important but I promise you that I won't use that to bother you. Lots of wolves have kids without being fated mates. We can figure it out.”I paused, then added, "And...if you can't look at me without seeing my father, witho
HERO POV The drive to Mascold's pack felt like forever. Zara was so still in the back of the car. I kept glancing at her, worried. By the time we pulled up to the main house, she was barely still awake. I carried her inside, and Mascold was already there, waiting. He'd thought of everything."Healer's ready," Mascold said, pointing towards a room. "Get her settled.”I laid Zara gently on the bed. She looked a little pale. The healer, a kind-looking woman with gentleness in her treatment, started checking her over. Zara stirred a little, but didn't really wake up."Just exhaustion and dehydration," the healer said after a while. "And a bit of blood loss. But both she and the baby are strong."Relief washed over me. I could finally breathe. They cleaned and bandaged the cuts on Zara's legs. I stayed close, watching everything they did, just in case."She needs rest," the healer said. "And plenty of water and food when she wakes."I nodded. "Thank you."While they were taking care of Za
HERO POV The trees finally ended. I saw Zara. She was on the ground. A wolf, covered in blood, jumped at her. My heart froze. I ran. I moved faster than I thought. I hit the wolf before it reached her. We rolled away from Zara. I landed on my paws. The wolf rolled further.A knife stuck out from the wolf's side. It shone in the light. Zara had hurt him. Good, that's my girl. I wanted to look back, but I did not. I needed to believe she was alive.The wolf, I now recognized as Paul, tried to run. He was a coward. He would not escape. Then, he stopped. He looked at me. He charged.He was hurt. He was tired. This fight would have been fun if he was strong. Now, it was easy. I pushed him to the ground. I was about to rip out his throat."Don't kill him," Zara said. Her voice was soft, and low.I pressed Paul down hard, my hands gripping his shoulders. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I glared at him. What did Zara mean? 'Don't kill him?' Why would she even say that? I wanted to end thi
ZARA POVFear made me tremble. I held onto the thick tree branch, my knuckles white. I pulled my knife from my pocket. Carefully, I placed the knife between my teeth. I needed both hands free. Slowly, I moved along the branch. I watched the ground below. I had to find the perfect spot to jump. I had to be smart. No mistakes.Paul's wolf growled. He paced below me, sniffing the ground. I saw blood on his fur. Good. I had hurt him. He was not bleeding himself, but I had made him bleed. That was a start. I didn't have my wolf with me. I would have to use my knife. I would need to cut him again and again. First, I would try to stop him from moving. Then, I would cut his throat. After that, I would stab him in the heart. This time, I had to make sure he could not heal.The air around me was thick and heavy. I clung to the rough bark of the tree, my heart hammering. If I moved too slow, it was over. He would find me, and my son, and end us. There was no escape. He would track me here, to th