Elena’s Point of View With a slow drag of my marker, I drew a straight line across the wall, then stepped back to look at it. Two thousand one hundred and ninety days. Almost six years had passed since my parents vanished—more like abandoned me. I wasn’t even sure why I kept track of the days. Maybe deep down, I hoped they would return someday. When I was twelve, I longed for them like any child would, but now, at nearly eighteen, I no longer wanted them back. Soon, I could leave this place forever. I never got an explanation for why they disappeared, though the most obvious reason was me—being born the weakest of the pack. Still, that didn’t justify leaving their own child behind, especially in the hands of people who despised me. Each day brought a fresh form of cruelty, whether humiliation or physical pain. And believe me, pain was always their first choice. It didn’t matter who started it; someone would, and another would finish it. The only person in the entire pack who n
Asher's POV "Eliminate them. Show no mercy." My voice was calm but firm as I stared at the two rogues who had foolishly crossed into my land. Terror filled their eyes, but it was too late for regret. "Yes, Alpha," Grayson, one of my most capable warriors, responded before I turned away, already losing interest. I had wasted enough time dealing with intruders. My mother, Margot, was waiting for me, and I hated making her wait. Since my father, Henry, passed away, she hadn’t been the same. Truthfully, neither had I. His death changed everything. Not long after, my mother fell gravely ill, barely able to leave her bed. I missed the days when she would wake up early, smiling as she prepared breakfast for the entire pack. Losing my father left a hole in my heart, making me even more ruthless than before. But my mother’s suffering—watching her waste away—fueled an anger in me I couldn’t contain. People say when a mate dies, the one left behind experiences unbearable pain, sometime
Elena’s POV "Alright, Lay, time to blow out the candles!" My mother’s joyful voice rang in my ears as I stared down at my birthday cake, a Lightning McQueen design in bright red. People laughed at me for picking that cake when I turned seven, saying it was for boys, but I didn’t care. Red was my favorite color, and back then, I loved cars more than anything. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles, feeling a small gust of air bounce back onto my face. A camera clicked, capturing the moment forever. "Now, what comes next, Lay?" My father’s voice came from my left, while my mother stood smiling on my right. I giggled, excited. "I make a wish, and if I wish really hard, the birthday gods will grant it!" ---A single tear slid down my cheek, landing on an old photograph—me at seven years old, grinning between my parents, Celeste and Julian. Back then, life was filled with love and happiness. My parents adored me. But something had changed. They had left, disappeared
Asher’s Perspective Lying on my bed, my wolf wouldn’t stop pestering me. He kept demanding a run, nagging at me nonstop since last night. I had denied him repeatedly, but he wouldn't settle down. Ever since my brief encounter with Elena a few hours ago, he had been restless, and I had no clue why. Was it because she was a runt? I exhaled deeply, pushing myself out of bed. After freshening up, I made my way to my mother’s room, knocking softly before stepping in. "Mom, are you awake?" I whispered, just in case she was still asleep. Peeking in, I noticed she was indeed resting. I walked over quietly, adjusting her blanket to make sure she was comfortable, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind me. Something about today felt different. A strange, unshakable feeling loomed over me, like I was supposed to be somewhere important. As I strolled toward the pack house, Connor approached me with his usual smug expression. "Hey, man," he
Elena’s Point of View"Why hasn’t she woken up yet?" a deep voice roared, frustration dripping from every word, followed by a low, menacing growl."Alpha, please, I need you to remain calm," another voice responded carefully, treading with caution. "She’s been through a lot. Her body needs time to recover from the lack of oxygen. But if you’d like, I can conduct additional tests to ensure everything is okay."That scent. Woodsy with a hint of spice. That meant Asher was here.The last thing I could recall was Connor's hands tightening around my throat, stealing the air from my lungs. Then suddenly, Asher had intervened, stopping him. And then… he called me his mate.Goddess above. The Alpha? My mate?This couldn't be real. It was impossible. He was leagues above me—a powerful leader, feared and respected—while I was nothing more than a weak, insignificant runt.Why would someone like him care about whether I woke up or not?Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was here to reject me, to cast me a
"You're trembling." Elena stiffened at the sound of Asher’s voice. His presence was overwhelming, even as he stood a few feet away. "I'm fine," she muttered, curling her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. Asher didn't move. His golden eyes studied her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. "You're lying." Elena swallowed hard. "Does it even matter?" Silence. Then, "It matters to me." She wanted to scoff, to tell him not to pretend. But she couldn't find the strength to fight him right now. Asher took a slow step forward. "You don't trust me." "Should I?" Her voice was sharp, laced with bitterness. He exhaled, a rough, frustrated sound. "I'm not them, Elena." She flinched. Them. Connor, Nathan, Harris, Emerson—the ones who had made her life a living nightmare. "I know," she whispered. But knowing wasn’t the same as believing. --- Elena had long accepted that she was alone. She had stopped hoping for friendships, for kindness, for anything
Elena clutched the bottle of lotion tightly, trying to steady her breathing. She had barely processed the weight of Asher’s reaction when she forced herself to stand. Every movement sent sharp pain through her ribs, but she bit down on the discomfort. She needed to get back to her room. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, she kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the few passing wolves. The tension of the evening still lingered in the air. The Blood Moon pack wasn’t used to seeing their Alpha this enraged. Elena turned the corner—then suddenly, a strong hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in terror as she was yanked into the shadows. Emerson’s cold whisper pressed against her ear. “You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?” Panic surged through her as she struggled against his iron grip. “We should’ve finished this earlier,” Harris muttered, stepping in front of her. Emerson’s fingers tightened over her mouth. “If you tell Asher anything e
"Why do you keep your door locked when no one else does?" Elena tensed at the question, watching Asher as he stood by the door, his broad frame blocking the exit. His tone wasn’t demanding, but there was something unsettling about how he asked—like he wasn’t just curious but deeply bothered by it. She forced a small shrug. "For safety." A muscle in his jaw ticked. "Safety from who?" Elena looked away, pretending to adjust the pillow beneath her. "It’s just a habit." Silence. She could feel his eyes on her, like he was peeling back layers she didn’t want exposed. Finally, he exhaled sharply and moved. She flinched before she could stop herself, her body reacting on instinct. But instead of approaching her, Asher turned his attention to the rest of the room. He was inspecting her space. His hands traced over the wooden desk near the window, fingers ghosting over the few worn-out books stacked neatly on the surface. He ran a finger across the windowsill, his brows furro
Elena leaned into Asher’s side as they stood quietly by the stairs, her fingers still laced with his. She could feel the tension lingering in his frame, the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes drifted back upstairs again and again. Though his mother’s strength had surprised him, the storm inside him hadn’t yet settled.She tilted her head, eyes soft. “You’re still thinking about it.”Asher gave a small, almost sheepish smile, not meeting her gaze. “Yeah.”__________Love and Understanding“You didn’t really answer me earlier,” she said gently. “What’s really bothering you, Asher?”He sighed and leaned back against the wall, running a hand through his hair. “It’s… the way I reacted to her. I let my fear speak instead of my trust in her. I told myself I was protecting her, but really, I just panicked. And now I can’t stop thinking about the look in her eyes when I snapped.”Elena’s gaze didn’t waver. “You’re human, Asher. You’re allowed to feel scared. But you did the right thing in
Asher’s footsteps echoed back up the stairs, his mother’s words still bouncing around in his chest. Don’t let the past steal what you’ve built.But it wasn’t that simple.His jaw clenched as he reentered the room, only to find Elena already sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, brushing her fingers through her slightly damp hair.She looked up the moment he stepped in. “You okay?”“I will be,” he said, crossing to her. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Come on. Breakfast is ready.”They descended together, hand in hand, and Elena immediately noticed the scent of bacon and coffee in the air.Asher’s mother was setting plates on the table, a faint smile touching her lips. “I made enough for three.”____________Emotional ConflictAsher pulled out a chair for Elena, but his own movements were stiff, controlled. Tension still rippled under his skin.He sat down last, watching his mother closely. The way she moved. The calmness she carried. It was familiar—b
Elena watched Asher disappear down the stairs, the warmth of his body still lingering on her skin. But something gnawed at her chest—a flicker of unease. The moment he’d sat up, she’d seen it in his face. That storm behind his eyes. And now, alone in the quiet room, that image refused to leave her.She sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket around herself tighter. Her fingers brushed the mark on her shoulder, still tingling faintly from his touch, but her thoughts were no longer anchored in the bliss of their morning.___________ Elena’s Concern“Asher?” she had murmured earlier, when his expression had shifted—when the relaxed man she woke up with suddenly seemed a thousand miles away.“I’m fine,” he’d said too quickly. Too flatly.She’d reached for his hand then, but he’d gently pulled away, avoiding her gaze.“I’ll go make breakfast,” he’d mumbled, already halfway off the bed before she could press further.Elena wasn’t naive. Something had rattled him. And she hated the distance it
Awakening in Love:“Asher,” Elena whispered groggily, her voice a soft rasp in the quiet morning air. “Are you staring at me again?”Asher smirked, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. “Guilty. You make it hard not to.”She peeked one eye open, still nestled against his chest. “That’s creepy, you know.”“Is it creepy if I’m admiring the woman I love?” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.Elena’s eyes fluttered open fully this time. She smiled—lazy, content. “You’re lucky I love you back.”“I know,” he said, grinning. His hand slid down to trace the outline of her mark, his thumb moving gently over the sensitive skin. “I’m really damn lucky.”She sighed and nuzzled into his chest. “It’s cold.”Without hesitation, Asher tugged her even closer, wrapping his arms around her bare body. “Better?”“Mmm,” she hummed, her eyes closing again.He chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "You always do this."Elena peeked up at him, brow arched. "Do wh
Without a word, he turned, grabbed his discarded shirt from the riverbank, and draped it over her shoulders. The fabric was still warm from his body, carrying his scent. “Mine,” he murmured, voice deep and possessive. Elena shivered, though not from the cool night air. A flicker of amusement danced in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Possessive, aren’t you?” Asher smirked but didn’t deny it. Instead, he ran his fingers along the edge of the shirt, adjusting it so it covered more of her. “Damn right,” he said, voice husky. “And you love it.” Elena flushed, but she couldn’t deny the way her heart raced at his words. He reached down, grabbing her pants from where she had left them on the rock. Before she could protest, he crouched slightly and helped her step into them, his fingers grazing her thighs as he pulled them up.The simple act sent a thrill through her—not from lust, but from the intimacy of it.Once she was dressed, Asher cupped her face, running his thumb alon
Then, suddenly, he lowered her onto a smooth, flat rock near the water’s edge. Elena barely had a second to process before Asher leaned over her, his hazel eyes dark with something unreadable. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he murmured, his hand brushing along her jaw. Her breath caught. “Asher…” His lips hovered over hers, their breaths mingling. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And I will.” But Elena didn’t want him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “Don’t stop.” That was all he needed. Asher kissed her again, slow and deep, his hands roaming her body with reverence. Elena knew she was lost. But for once, she didn’t want to be found. For once, she wanted to let herself drown in him.Elena gasped as Asher’s lips trailed down her neck, his warm breath sending shivers through her. His kisses slowed, lingering on the sensitive spot where his mark should one day be. Her body tense
A Love Confession Under MoonlightThe Confession“Elena.”She heard her name through the soft ripples of water, but she wasn’t sure if she had imagined it. The moonlight shimmered on the river’s surface, casting a glow over Asher’s face, highlighting the intensity in his hazel eyes.“What?” she breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs.“I love you.” His voice was steady, unwavering.Elena froze. The words hit her like a tidal wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She stared at him, sure she had misheard, blaming the gentle rush of water distorting his words.“You… what?” she whispered, her pulse roaring in her ears.Asher didn’t hesitate. He cupped her face, his wet fingers grazing her cheeks. “I love you, Elena. I’ve loved you for longer than I even realized. And I don’t want to wait anymore.”Her breath hitched. This was unreal—impossible. No one had ever said those words to her. No one had ever meant them.“Asher…” she started, but she had no idea what to say. She could only
Elena splashed water at him, and he let out a dramatic gasp before retaliating, sending droplets flying around them. Their laughter echoed through the quiet woods, blending with the gentle ripple of the river. When they finally stilled, Asher cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. "Elena," he murmured, his voice lower, more serious. "Hm?" "You’re everything," he whispered, his forehead pressing against hers. "Everything I didn’t know I needed." Elena swallowed the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his gaze. For once, she didn’t shy away. Instead, she smiled, letting the warmth of his words settle deep inside her. Maybe—just maybe—she could let herself believe it.Asher smirked, brushing a stray droplet of water from Elena’s cheek. “You’re staring.” Elena blinked, feeling heat rise to her already flushed face. “I am not.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? So you weren’t just admiring me?” Elena scoffed, trying to fig
"Asher, I don’t have anything to wear," Elena said, crossing her arms over her chest. Asher smirked, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. "You’re wearing something now, aren’t you?" He gestured to her shorts and tank top. Elena’s lips pressed together, contemplating. The river was beautiful, its cyan surface shimmering under the afternoon sun, but the idea of undressing, even partially, made her hesitate. Asher noticed her apprehension and took a step closer, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You trust me, don’t you?" His voice was soft, patient. "Of course, I do," she said without hesitation. "Then come in," he said simply. Elena bit her lip, the internal war raging inside her. She was tired of letting her past dictate her present. She had come so far. This was just another step. Asher, seeing her uncertainty, reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the riverbank. Elena’s breath hitched as she to