ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, a persistent reminder of the previous night's festivities. The ball had been a roaring success, the pack abuzz with excitement over the upcoming union with the neighboring Silver Moon pack. Ayra, my soon-to-be bride, had been the center of attention, her beauty captivating everyone in the room.But beneath the surface of celebration, a disquiet gnawed at me. Ayra, for all her charm and grace, remained an enigma. The playful facade she presented often felt like a carefully constructed mask. And last night, during our…conjugal duties, the truth had become painfully clear. She had been innocent, untouched.The revelation sent a wave of guilt crashing over me. I, Lucius, Alpha King of the WHOLE REALM, had taken the virginity of a woman I barely knew. A woman who was, by all accounts, not my mate. The act, intended to solidify our bond, now felt like a violation.I pushed myself out of bed, the luxurious sheets slipping away from my c
VESTA'S POVThe aroma of sizzling garlic and herbs filled the air, a symphony of deliciousness that made my stomach rumble. In the cozy kitchen of Dom's family home, I hummed along to the classic rock playing on the radio, chopping vegetables with a newfound sense of belonging. Gone were the days of takeout and microwave dinners in my tiny apartment. Tonight, dinner was a family affair, and for the first time, I felt like I was a part of it."Need a hand with that, Lila?" Diana, Dom's younger sister, called out from the stove, where she was stirring a bubbling pot. Her smile was genuine, devoid of the initial suspicion she'd harbored when we first met."Nope, I'm good," I replied, tossing a perfectly diced onion into a pan. "Besides, this warrior can handle a few veggies."Diana chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "Warrior, huh? Sounds like you've been spending too much time with Dom.""Hey, it's contagious," I teased, winking at her. "So, spill the beans. What's on the menu tonight
AYRA'S POV My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs as the sleek helicopter soared over the snow-capped mountains. Below, a breathtaking landscape unfolded – a pristine lake reflecting the azure sky, a carpet of emerald green meadows dotted with wildflowers, and a meandering river like a silver ribbon weaving through the scene.Lucius, sitting beside me, was a captivating sight himself. His usually stern demeanor had softened into a rare smile, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking panorama. "It's beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine."It is," I agreed, mirroring his smile. The day couldn't have been more perfect. A picnic lunch on a secluded mountain plateau, a breathtaking view, and Lucius, seemingly captivated by me. It was all going according to plan.The helicopter touched down with a gentle thud, and we disembarked. Fresh mountain air filled my lungs, carrying the sweet scent of pine and wildflowers. Lucius offered me his arm, a g
AYRA'S POVThe sliver of kingdom's sky peeked through the sheer curtains, painting the room with a cool, pre-dawn light. I stirred, the silk sheets clinging to my bare skin. Lucius’ request to join him for breakfast on the balcony echoed in my mind. Ignoring the prickle of unease, I threw off the covers and padded silently to the bathroom.The water from the shower cascaded down, washing away the remnants of sleep and the film of Lucius’ presence from my skin. I dressed quickly, opting for a simple white dress that flowed loosely over my form. Maybe a little peace offering wouldn't hurt.Reaching the balcony, I found Lucius already seated at the small wrought-iron table, a steaming cup of tea cradled in his large hands. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, a rare sight that hinted at sleeplessness. He didn't look up as I approached, and the silence stretched, heavy and unwelcome.We went through the motions of breakfast, the clinking of china and the quiet slurping the only sounds break
VESTA'S POVThe clinking of forks against plates filled the air, a melody accompanying our dinnertime banter. Dom, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, speared a piece of glistening grilled fish and held it hostage above my plate."Alright, Lila," he drawled, his voice thick with mock seriousness, "confess. You snuck some extra sugar into these yams again, didn't you?"I swatted his hand away, letting out a peal of laughter. "Dom, you wound me! You know I wouldn't do something so barbaric." I winked, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Besides, you secretly love them."He grinned, the playful glint in his eyes intensifying. "Alright, alright, you got me. But only because they pair so well with your ridiculously delicious coconut rice."Our laughter mingled with the clinking of silverware, a symphony of domestic bliss. Diana, Dom's daughter, chimed in from across the table, her youthful voice adding another layer to the melody. "Uncle Dom is right, Auntie Lila. Your cooking is the
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVThe ornate oak doors of my office swung open with a force that rattled the crystal decanter on my desk. A whirlwind of silver hair and crackling energy filled the room – Nana. My formidable advisor and confidante hadn't just entered; she'd stormed in, her fury a tangible presence in the air.I wasn't surprised. The memo announcing the coronation festivities must have reached her desk. A faint glimmer of amusement flickered within me, quickly extinguished by the storm brewing before me. No one dared speak to me like that, no one except Nana."Lucius Tiberius," she roared, her voice vibrating with barely contained rage, "what in the seven hells have you done?"I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers in front of me. "Good afternoon, Nana. To what do I owe the pleasure of your… explosive arrival?"Her scowl deepened. "Don't you play that coy game with me, boy. You know damn well what I'm talking about. This coronation… this public spectacle! You haven't even disc
VESTA'S POVThe insistent rapping on my door shattered the peaceful solitude of my apartment. I groaned, shoving myself out of the comfortable sprawl on my couch. Glancing at the clock, I muttered a curse under my breath. Who on earth would be visiting at this ungodly hour – well, almost ungodly? It was only eight in the evening, but my introverted soul craved an early night in.Throwing on a light sweater over my tank top, I padded to the door and flung it open. Dom stood there, a sheepish grin plastered on his face."Hey, Lila," he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Sorry to bother you so late, but I just wanted to…""Everything alright, Dom?" I interrupted, my worry momentarily pushing aside my annoyance. "Is it an emergency?"He chuckled, shaking his head. "No emergencies, thankfully. Just… pack business. You see, I'm compiling a list of warriors who will be accompanying Alpha Theodore to the royal palace for the coronation."My heart skipped a beat, a flicker of
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVA satisfied smirk played on my lips as I scanned the list presented by Marcus. It was a confirmation of what I already knew – Vesta wouldn't be gracing the coronation with her presence. No name resembling hers, no "Lila" either, the alias my private investigator had unearthed."As expected," I murmured, a low rumble that echoed in the stillness of my chambers.Marcus cleared his throat, his ever-present stoicism masking whatever thoughts swirled within him. "So, Your Majesty," he began, "what are your next steps?"A low chuckle escaped my lips. "Next steps, Marcus? We postpone the coronation."His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Postpone? But… the invitations have already been sent, preparations are underway…""Precisely," I interrupted, a glint of amusement dancing in my eyes. "Imagine the disarray it will cause. The whispers, the speculation. It will be… entertaining."Marcus remained silent, but his posture spoke volumes – disapproval. He wasn't one for unnecessary
LuciusI traced Vesta’s scent to a horrid looking place. But I couldn’t care less, all that was on my mind was where to find my Luna. I kept on following the trail of her scent and it lead me deeper into the unknown.As I pushed forward, the scent of my mate intensified, mingling with the odor of the unknown wolves. A low growl rumbled in my chest, a warning to any who dared stand in my path.Finally, the path opened into a vast underground chamber and in there, stood two figures. I recognized the unmistakable scent of Vesta clinging to them. But something was wrong. Their movements were jerky, and their eyes glowed with emerald light.“Vesta!" I roared. "Where is she?"The figures turned towards me, their heads snapping in unison. A guttural growl erupted from their throats. Their glowing eyes never left me. Their lack of response, their wolf appearance, sent fury coursing through me."Where is my mate?" I repeated. "What have you done to her?"Another guttural growl was their o
VESTA'S POV Even while I knew I and Elara were cooked, I was still defiant. I challenged him, I said all sorts of disdainful remarks towards him and for a moment, I saw fear. But he wouldn't let a naive pup like me unravel it all. "Don't be foolish, Vesta," he hissed. "I've worked too hard for my position. A few more lives, even yours, are a small price to pay for ultimate power." Darius didn't care about the pack, not truly. It was all a game of control, a desperate scramble to maintain a power he never rightfully earned. And if that meant silencing anyone who threatened to expose his treachery, then so be it. “You think fear will silence me?" I retorted, my voice laced with newfound steel. "You underestimate me, Uncle." Darius's smile vanished completely, replaced by a menacing scowl. "Perhaps," he said, taking a menacing step forward. "But underestimation can be a very effective tool." A signal was barked, and the two guards flanking him lunged forward. Before I could react, t
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV With I and Mayra in the same castle as Vesta, I knew Vesta was definitely going to observe my relationship with my sister. She had spoken to me about family and bonding. She made me understand that family is forever even if they can be dickheads. I was reluctant to have ‘that talk’ with my sister but Vesta had convinced me to do it. With a gentle nudge and a smile, she left us alone in the library, a silent encouragement to bridge the gap that separated us. Mayra, frail but determined, reached out a hand, her touch hesitant yet filled with longing. I clasped it in mine. "I'm so sorry, Lucius," she said, her voice cracked. "For everything." "There's nothing to apologize for, Mayra," I replied, my voice cracking as well. "We were just children, caught in the crossfire." A gentle smile touched her lips, in that moment I saw a glimpse of a vibrant young woman I remembered. "Do you remember the stories Mama used to tell us?" she asked. I nodded, I felt bitte
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV Everything going on with Vesta was unfortunate. As much as I wanted her to be with me in my castle so we could make love from dusk till dawn, I had to give her the time and space she needed to heal. I didn’t know much about what had happened back in her pack but I do know it had something to do with her uncle. One morning, Vesta walked up to me in the study. “Lucius, the night my parents died, do you have any idea what happened?” She asked me, she appeared almost lifeless. As though she had been troubled with something heavy. “I wasn’t there. I have little to no knowledge of what happened that night.” I confessed. “How can I trust you! Everyone has been lying to me, why are you any different?!” She yelled. Vesta's words hit me like a physical blow. The raw pain and accusation in her voice felt like a betrayal. But I could understand her pain. “Believe me, Vesta, I had nothing to do with your parents' death." "How can I believe you?" she cried, her voice
VESTA'S POV In the days that followed, I was conflicted by my emotions. I was uncertain, the truth was a constant torment in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of a dark figure, a glimpse from a night etched in blood and loss. Was it Lucius after all? Or was I clinging to a fabricated truth, a narrative constructed by years of resentment? Determined to uncover the truth, I embarked on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every spare moment found me looking through anything in hardcover the pack library. My fingers tracing the worn spines of ancient tomes. My frustration built with each dead-end. Until one dusty afternoon, buried beneath a pile of forgotten scrolls, my fingers brushed against a hidden compartment in an old leather-bound book. Inside, resting amongst brittle parchment and faded ink, lay a single, folded letter. My heart pounded in my chest as I carefully unfolded the yellowed paper, the words written upon it swimming before my eyes. It was a desperate plea, a despera
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 I practically skipped into the pack house, my heart humming a happy tune. Elara, who was by the window, looked up, her brows raised in amusement. "What's gotten into you?" she teased. "Elara, you won't believe it!" I gushed, practically bursting with the need to share. "Lucius and I… we went for a walk." "A walk?" Elara said, her voice laced with curiosity. "That's it?" I blushed furiously, but couldn't contain my excitement. "Well, it wasn't just any walk," I stammered. "We talked… for hours. And then…" I paused dramatically, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face. "He kissed me, Elara." A gasp escaped Elara's lips. "He kissed you?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "And… and you?" "I…" I confessed hesitantly, "I kissed him back." Elara's face broke into a wide smile. "Oh, Vesta!" she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. "That's amazing! I knew there was something simmering there." The memory of the kiss sent a shiver down my spine. "It was… unexpected
VESTA'S POV All of a sudden, the outrage I felt towards Lucius seemed petty. After that gift, he was a powerful Alpha, sending me such a heartfelt gift, and all I could do was shut him out. Elara, who had watched me open the book again, spoke up softly, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Vesta?" I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "He put a lot of effort into it," Elara added. "Maybe you should cut him some slack." Her words echoed in my mind. Perhaps she was right. Lucius had his flaws, his controlling tendencies were a constant source of irritation, but this… this was different. This was a man reaching out, trying to forge a connection. “Give him a chance?" I said, trying to mask my feelings. “Think about it," Elara urged. "Flowers from so far away? Jewelries, trinkets. A book, that obviously means something to you? He's clearly trying." Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to reciprocate, to meet him halfway. Later that evening, as I sat by the fire with a steaming
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