VESTA'S POV I stirred from my slumber, blinking groggily as I tried to make sense of the figure standing in the dimly lit room. Lucius. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, my mind racing with a thousand questions. Why was he here? And why did he look so serious?"Lucius?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep. "What are you doing here?"He didn't answer immediately, instead fixing me with a piercing gaze that made my skin prickle with unease. "Vesta," he said, his voice low and measured. "Do you want to say goodbye to Dom?"My heart lurched at the mention of Dom's name, a pang of guilt washing over me. I hadn't seen him since Lucius had taken him captive, and the thought of him leaving without so much as a farewell filled me with a sense of sadness I couldn't quite shake."I-I don't know," I stammered, torn between wanting to see Dom one last time and dreading the inevitable confrontation with Lucius.Lucius nodded, as if he had expected my response. "He's leaving tonight," he sa
VESTA'S POVA bony hand clamped over my mouth, stifling the scream that threatened to erupt from my throat. The world swam into focus, revealing Nana looming over me, her usually bright eyes narrowed with a strange intensity. "Luna," she rasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Silence." I blinked, disoriented. Sleep clung to me like cobwebs, remnants of a dream both vivid and unsettling. Nana, the palace sage, hadn't visited me since I… since Lucius… The memory sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me. "Nana?" I croaked, my voice hoarse. "What are you doing?" She removed her hand, her gaze unwavering. "Get dressed, Luna. We have a walk to take." I stared at her, my initial panic ebbing into a dull ache. What did she want? What walk? I hadn't the energy, or the will, to argue. The fight had been slowly draining out of me with each passing sunrise, replaced by a weary acceptance of my fate. Lucius might be a brute, a barbaric alpha who'd claimed me with more force than finesse, b
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVFrustration gnawed at me like a persistent wolf pup. Dinner with Vesta had been a tense affair, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. I'd hoped for a flicker of warmth, a hint of the old Vesta who used to challenge me, tease me, even defy me. This new Vesta, silent and withdrawn, was a stranger cloaked in the familiar scent of honeysuckle. "Tired already?" I asked, a touch of annoyance creeping into my voice as she pushed back from the table. The barely touched meal mocked our strained attempt at civility. "Yes," she replied, her voice devoid of its usual fire. "The journey back was long." There it was again. The distance. The constant reminder that I'd taken her away from her life, her pack. But it wasn't like she'd had a choice. The pull of the mate bond was undeniable, a primal force that transcended mere desire. She was mine, and I was hers, an unbreakable tether that stretched across the miles. "Very well," I rumbled, pushing myself out
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I had a meeting I needed to attend, which unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to ignore like the rest. It was about the Packs security and the moment a mistake happened there it was a risk even I wasn’t willing to take. I had a strict deadline by which everyone present had to be there because I was not letting anyone in after my entrance, which was an insult. I checked the time on my watch and I still wasn’t convinced that I was supposed to be this early so I sank back into my chair. There was a knock on my door and I frowned in annoyance, this wasn’t a time for me to attend to anyone and the conference meeting was the only one in my schedule today. I ignored whoever was knocking on the door till I suddenly remembered that I asked a maid to call Vesta in for me. “Who’s that?” I inquired coldly. “It’s me, you called for me.” She replied calmly: I was convinced and I asked her to come in. She walked in with a surprisingly calm countenance on her face and shut the
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her
VESTA'S POV Lucius' relentless efforts to win me over were starting to feel suffocating. Breakfast on the balcony, walks in the guarded gardens – it was all a carefully orchestrated performance, a display of a love that I didn’t feel. Behind the facade, I saw something else - a determined predator, waiting for the right moment to pounce. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that it was only a matter of time before my resolve cracked. One evening, Lucius entered the room. "Vesta," he began, his voice surprisingly mild, "I have something to propose." Intrigued, despite myself, I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" “I've arranged a temporary transfer back to your old pack," he declared. "A week to reconnect with your family." My breath hitched. A transfer back to my pack? It was a tempting proposition, a chance to see familiar faces, to breathe the air that wasn't saturated with the memory of the shitty things Lucius have done to me. But could I trust him? Was this another ploy, a way
VESTA'S POVThe figure turned, and for a little moment, my heart pounded with a wild hope. It was a woman, her hair the same shade of auburn as my mother's, but her face, etched with the lines of time, held the weariness of a stranger. "Excuse me?" the woman started, her voice hesitant. "Are you alright?" Shame washed over me. "I… I thought you were someone else," I stammered. The woman smiled kindly. "No worries, dear. Happens all the time." The embarrassment of mistaking a stranger for my mother lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. Shaking it off, I marched towards the designated area for the guards. As I entered the clearing, they stood lounging around, a stark contrast to the disciplined posture they maintained in the castle. "What's going on here?" I demanded, my voice laced with authority. They scrambled to attention, surprise crossing their faces. "Miss," one of them, a man named Gregor, said. "What brings you here?" "I've come to address the complaints about your beha
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I watched with satisfaction as the messengers I'd hired left the castle grounds, a precious package safely in their hands. Inside? Another token for Vesta – a stunning emerald bracelet this time, a subtle nod to her captivating eyes. A smile played on my lips. Perhaps, with this one, she'd finally relent, finally acknowledge the depth of my affection. "Alpha Lucius," Marcus barged into the room, his usual stoicism replaced by a flicker of urgency. "We have a situation." My smile faded. "What is it, Marcus?" "News from Vesta's pack," he replied, stepping closer. "Our scouts report… peculiar developments." Intrigued, I leaned forward. "Peculiar?" “Yes, Alpha. It seems the women and young girls… they've been seen wearing expensive jewelry. Gold, diamonds, even silver." A frown etched itself onto my face. Jewelry? I’ve been sending boxes of the finest jewelries to Vesta. Could news of my generosity have spread so quickly? Perhaps word of my extravagant gift had in