HERO POVLust pounded through me____a drumbeat echoing the frantic rhythm of my heart. I'd been with her before, but never on my own terms. Our first time was a whirlwind, a blur I didn't want to dwell on. This time, things would be different. Slow. Deliberate. I wanted to savor every touch, every stolen glance. This wasn't just about the act of sex. It was about making her feel cherished, adored, like the most precious thing in the world…I stared at her completely bare, Satisfaction thrummed through me as she drank me in, her eyes lingering on my chest and she slid to my Cock. I had never given much thought to my body, but I was proud of it now because she seemed pleased. I couldn't stand it any longer. Gently, I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. Her core was warm and inviting, her folds soft against my skin. I pressed my hips against hers, feeling the familiar swell of her mound. Slowly, I guided my erection into her entrance, letting the tip graze h
ZARA POVThe morning sun streamed through the window, waking me with a jolt. Hero was gone. Disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pricked at me. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the memory of the night still warm – not just the heat of his body, but the comforting weight of him beside me, the steady rhythm of his breath. It felt… safe. Secure. Like I was finally home.A knock on the door startled me. I padded over, heart pounding a little faster than it should. Jeremy stood there with a smile. “Are you my guard?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light, though my thoughts were still tangled in the lingering warmth of Hero's arms.I stepped out, closing the door behind me, the lingering scent of Hero still clinging to the sheets. I raked my hair back with my fingers, trying to shake off the memory, but it clung to me like a second skin.I felt like I should have hated what happened, but I couldn't. Now that he knew I was telling the truth, he was suddenly so sweet and kind. I s
ZARA POV"What the hell!" I yelled, trying to pull my hands free. But I wasn't being held. I was all alone, and it scared me.Sabrina's voice soothed me, calm and reassuring. “You're okay,” she said, her words echoing through the air. “I'm right here with you. You're still sitting in my living room. Just the two of us. Well, three if you count Walker, of course. You're safe. Hana's just a little lost, that's all. Oh, there she is!” Her voice brightened."Sabrina, I'm sorry," Hana gasped, her voice strained as if she'd just sprinted a mile. "You were going too fast for me."I spun around, but the world was a blur of swirling white. Snow. It was snowing. Big, fat flakes were falling so heavily I could barely see my own hand in front of my face. The wind howled, whipping the snow into a blinding frenzy. I felt a shiver crawl down my spine, not just from the cold, but from a deeper, more unsettling fear. Where was Sabrina? I couldn't see her anywhere.“Guys, where am I?” I questioned."We
ZARA POV"There is no need to be sad. There's a string, an invisible secret thread, that connects you to your wolf. This thread isn't just for you and your wolf; it can also help you find other connections, other bonds. We need to see if there are any of these threads around her, even if they're weak or broken.” Sabrina explained."So, wait," I said, scratching my head, "does this mean... I'll be, like, checking her fur for fleas or something?"Hana chuckled. "I'm afraid it's not going to be quite that simple, Zara. This is a very special thread, with very specific needs.”All of a sudden, the memory came rushing back. It felt like it was trying to burst out of me, like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. But it was messy, all jumbled up, and I couldn't make sense of it. I tried to grab onto it, to hold it steady, but it kept slipping away. “I'm sorry,” I said to the others, feeling frustrated. “I just can't seem to hold onto it.”"Don't worry about it," Sabrina said gently. "We'
HERO POVTristan and I were walking towards Paxton's security office early that morning. The grounds weren't peaceful at all. Kids were running around in groups, some being chased by adults who were trying to get them to calm down. “You look different today,” Tristan noticed. “What's the good news?”A few old vehicles rumbled past – beat-up trucks, rugged jeeps, and even some rusty vans. I couldn't help but smile at the lively scene. It had been a long time since I'd spent a night completely free from responsibilities, simply enjoying the company of others. "I haven't slept well in a long time," I said. "It feels really good to be here now. I'm much more relaxed.”"Certainly, I hope it wasn't related to the sounds and screams… of pleasure I heard coming from down the hall last night. You know, those kinds of sounds that might make a person think, 'Tell me you want this… I want to hear you say it,'" he said with a cheerful grin, quickly jumping to his left as I turned to give him a wi
HERO POVA wolf with black fur cautiously approached me, padding softly and circling my legs. Her eyes, full of curiosity, studied me intently. I held back my power, allowing her to explore. Paxton growled, interrupting the moment. “Can you please stop that, Morgan? The positioned station given to you should be your top priority right now.” She slowly walked away with a sound like a wolf's laugh, and I couldn't help but smirk. “It seemed like she enjoys taking risks. What a wild one.”"More like… stubborn. I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to take on more than she can handle one of these days," Paxton grumbled. “This is Liam and Aubrey. I've asked everyone else to leave so we can talk openly without you worrying about them. They're trustworthy. As I suspected, Baxter did some digging into your siblings on his own. I think he figured out who you are. He's agreed to tell you what he found, but he wants something in return. He wants you to do him a favor.”I arched an eyebrow. “I ass
ZARA POVThe air hung heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood. Even before I saw him, the scent assaulted my nostrils, a jarring counterpoint to the usual sweetness that always clung to him. I didn't flinch, didn't react. Instead, I turned calmly, a practiced ease settling over me. I waited.He was catching up quickly, his long strides eating up the distance between us. "I sent Jeremy to escort you," Hero said, his voice a low rumble. His brow furrowed, a deep crease marrying his otherwise flawless features. "Shouldn't he be driving you? Why are you walking instead?" He scanned the deserted street, his gaze sharp and alert."Hey, I'm not disabled in my leg. In fact, walking is actually good for me, and I don't have anywhere I need to be right now. By the way, why do you have blood on you?" I said calmly.“We had a skirmish outside the border. Nothing that Paxton and his wolves couldn't handle.” he explained."I think you were there to see how they handled the situation," I said,
ZARA POV"Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”"I understand that I made a big mistake. I know how badly I treated you before, and I'm truly sorry for it. That was incredibly foolish of me. But please believe me, Zara. I meant every word I said last night. We can move past this and start fresh. I'm ready to move forward and try again.”‘Move forward.’ Was he even joking right now?"I understand it's tough to believe me after everything, but I've made a decision. If earning back your trust means proving how much you mean to me, I'll do absolutely anything. I'll move mountains,
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