Xavier I knew as she walked towards us Ren was pissed, but I seriously didn’t expect her to do this! The roar that came from my chest as she kissed Cole had everyone close by, dropping to the ground in submission. Even Cole struggled, but Renna held him up until she was done. She looked around at everyone on the floor before she looked at me. I knew she was pissed that I didn’t react quick enough to the waitress flirting with me. “What the fuck, Ren!” I stood up from the booth, grabbing her arm and pulling her with me. She glared at me challengingly, pulling free from my grasp as she squared her shoulders, staring me in the eye. “Hurts, doesn’t it!” she challenged as I let out a sigh. I looked at Cole as he picked himself up off the floor before walking away and heading to the bar. He didn’t even look at me, too embarrassed that he just wanted to get away. “Go on, tell you bestie all about it – I’m going home,” she told me coldly as I watched her walk away, her little shorts and hi
RennaAnger surged through me, fuelled by countless reasons. It burned in my veins and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get it to stop. As I spiralled, Xavier's firm grip held me tightly. The thought of Ethan's head on a stick consumed my mind, a dark and vengeful fantasy. The letter kindly told me as I am now Luna to Midnights pack that I have no claim to the alpha title there.That bastard.I was seething with anger towards him for daring to send me a note like that! Ugh! Xavier's teasing had left me feeling so wound up, my emotions were now heightened to an almost unbearable extent. A murderous intent coursed through my veins, leaving me uncertain of who should suffer the consequences.Since Xavier was the closest, it only made sense for him to be the one. I forcefully pushed him away from me, glaring at him as if he were solely responsible for the chaos unfolding. I knew deep down he wasn’t, but right now, I wasn’t thinking straight."Ren, calm down," he said, his voice filled wit
XavierI stared at her, stunned for a moment. She doesn’t remember? Did she have a rage blackout or something? I touch my face, feeling it completely healed before I look at her again, sitting in my lap.Wounds from a mate can be deadly if you hurt them. They don’t always heal. It shows the fracture in the bond. I had hurt her more than I realised. I felt unsure of what to do. I had never been in this position before. Sage could handle my moods. She knew when to challenge me and when to shut up.Ren was still learning, and I had hurt her significantly if she decided to kiss my beta to get me to pay attention. Instead of listening to her once more, I got angry. Even holding her in my arms, I felt a chasm between us. How could I make this right? I’m the adult here. She is only 18 and I feel like I’m just making everything worse.“I’m sorry Ren for everything,” I tell her, but she looks at me confused for a second before she shakes her head, getting off me to head upstairs. “I’m tired …
Renna Xavier’s hand slipped below my shorts as his fingers traced along my centre. I felt pleasure spike in my body as his low rumbling growl came from my chest. I know we still had a way to go, but tonight I truly felt like we were a team. His fingers found my clit, making my breathing spike as he teased me with soft circle motions. I could no longer focus on the film. He was making me feel far too good. He slipped his other hand beneath my short one, teasing my clit whilst the other found my wet pussy hole. “Fuck Ren,” Xavier groaned, feeling how dripping wet I was already. I mewled, unable to stop as he teased me, my hips grinding against his fingers as my ass brushed his solid dick. It was feeling too much the pleasure he was giving me. He slipped one finger inside and I heard him suck in a breath. I was lost to his touch. It was everything I wanted … I just wanted more. The wet sounds coming from his fingers and my pants drowned out the screams of the film. I grabbed his wrist
XavierI had knotted her, fuck. The sight of my wolf’s furious eyes made it clear that I had made a catastrophic mistake. With no control over the situation, he propelled us forward. The scent of adrenaline filled the air as we moved. Now that it’s over, a strange sense of relief washes over me. This act, I realise, I would never have done with anyone else. Even my wolf, who had been upset when I rejected Sage, couldn’t compare to the anguish he felt hurting Ren.The pain seared through me, like a sharp knife slicing through my heart. I couldn’t believe the betrayal I had caused. She had attacked me. It was a wound that I thought would never heal, leaving a scar that would forever remind me of the pain. I could see the anger in her eyes, a fire burning within her. I knew I had pushed her to her breaking point.But then, something unexpected happened. She reached out to me, her touch gentle yet powerful. It was as if she held the key to my healing, unlocking a hidden strength within me
RennaThings with Xavier were finally good again. I could feel the tight knot he made, a mix of pleasure and pain, as my poor lady garden endured the consequence. But through it all, my senses were at peace. The scent of our passion hung in the air, mingling with the sounds of our intertwined bodies. My wolf, sensing the harmony, howled with joy, knowing that Xavier and I had found our way back to each other. It was as if we were floating on Cloud 9, a weightless bliss that enveloped us both.Xavier had to leave to see the council, so I decided to swing by work. As I walked through the familiar hallways, the sound of keyboards clacking and phones ringing filled the air. The faint smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the break room. With a few weeks on my hands, I was determined to gather concrete evidence before bringing up the subject again. I needed undeniable proof that would make him believe me. Our relationship was finally in a good place, and I didn’t want to risk jeopardi
RennaIt has been over a week since I have shown the video to Xavier. He is still angry, but he is not giving me the silent treatment like before; I don’t think his wolf will let him. As much as I would like him to believe me, I have decided that if he isn’t going to, then I am just going to have to look out for him and keep an eye on Sage and Cole or whoever else they are working with.Training for warriors has begun it is another things Xavier, and I have been fighting over. I want to join this is my fight, my revenge. I want to see the life leave Ethan’s eyes when I’m the one who kills him, Xavier … he disagrees. It’s yet another thing we have fought about.(Flashback)“Out of the question Ren, you are not going to be a part of this!” Xavier yells, as I stamp my foot. Why is he such a dummy? Of course, I’m going.“Do you hear yourself right now! That is my pack I need to be there,” I yell back as he lets out a terrifying roar charging at me so my back hits the wall. I growl back at
RennaAs Leo led me inside, I could see that the training grounds were abuzz with people and energy. All the members of the pack had gathered together for their scheduled training session, and it appeared that every single individual was in attendance. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease knowing that Xavier was willing to put other women in harm’s way, but not me. ’s way, but not me. The mother's daughters could potentially lose their mates due to the fact that he is assisting me in seeking revenge. It was not the right thing to do or say. As I joined in at the back, I couldn’t deny that combat skills were not my forte. Following the gruelling experience of enduring hours of being battered and bruised, a sense of immense relief washed over me as they finally called for a much-needed break.Like everyone else, I followed the rest of the pack and headed towards the canteen, feeling the growling hunger in my stomach. As I sat there, waiting for my food to arrive, the passing minut
Renna We had been living in our cosy bubble of three for several weeks now. Me, Xavier, and Orion. The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the curtains, casting warm hues across our living room. Xavier’s idea to name our son after my beloved dad filled my heart with joy. It had been just the three of us, cherishing every moment as a family. But tonight, I was eagerly bursting our bubble for a long-awaited date with my captivating alpha. I adorned myself in alluring lingerie, the delicate lace teasingly brushing against my skin. I yearned for our sexy time with my mate, I knew he was desperate for it too. However, our precious little Orion would inevitably interrupt our passionate rendezvous. His sweet cries would pierce the air, filling the room with an innocent melody of hunger and discomfort. The frustration began to well up inside me, like a simmering storm. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my baby Orion. He is the epitome of cuteness, the greatest blessing in my life. But e
Renna “Push, Luna,” the midwife urges, her voice firm yet gentle, as I growl in her face. The sterile hospital room is filled with the rhythmic beeping of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. Childbirth, a relentless storm of agony, floods my senses, making me question why anyone willingly endures this. No wonder I was an only child. Xavier, my partner, hovers around me like an annoying fly, fussing over me incessantly. The pain, like a thousand fiery tendrils, wracks my body as I summon every ounce of strength to push our precious baby into the world. “Ren, you’re doing amazing!” Xavier’s voice resonates with pride and excitement as he gently wipes the sweat off my forehead. I have to remind myself of my love for this man, even as I glare at his infuriating face for being the reason behind my pregnancy. A low growl escapes my lips, but he remains undeterred, his eyes filled with adoration. I can hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor, a constant reminder of the l
Xavier As I poured my heart out to her, the words flowed like a river. Was she merely manipulating me, using my vulnerabilities against me? The air felt heavy with tension as her words echoed in the room. “You rejected me, Xavier. I was destined to be the luna of this pack. he goddess ensured it and then you didn’t want me … I wasn’t good enough for you!” The scent of her anger hung in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of the room. Her words hit me like a wave, leaving me speechless and bewildered. “Sage, none of that is true,” I say, my voice filled with desperation, the words hanging in the air between us. I continue, my words tinged with sadness, “Yes, I rejected you, but it wasn’t my choice. The council forced me to do it.” I pause, hoping she will understand. Her head shakes, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if I am spinning a web of lies. “I was happy for you to be my mate,” I whisper, my voice breaking. I can feel the weight of the words, heavy on my chest. The room sud
Xavier Now that Ren had regained her memories, life was filled with an undeniable sense of contentment. The sun’s warm rays gently caressed our faces as we strolled hand in hand through the park, birds singing their melodious tunes. I shared the news of the pregnancy, and though initially taken aback, her eyes sparkled with joy, mirroring the vibrant colours of the blooming flowers around us. I couldn’t help but notice the tender way she delicately rubbed her belly, a radiant smile adorning her face, as if whispering sweet secrets to our growing little pup. It was in those moments, when she thought I wasn’t looking, that I felt an overwhelming sense of love and anticipation. The weight of past worries and anxieties had dissolved, allowing us to embrace the future together, free from the burdens that once weighed us down. There was just one final task lingering before us, a mere formality standing between us and pure bliss. As we savored the moment, the air was filled with tranquilit
Xavier Over the course of a few more weeks, I’ve noticed a significant change in Ren’s demeanour towards me. As I continue to work from home, our bond has grown stronger, and she now frequently sits beside me, her presence a comforting companion. However, the memory of our shared kiss lingers vividly in my mind, like a faint whisper of a distant melody. It’s been a while since that intimate moment, and while I sensed her enjoyment, a palpable restraint now holds her back. I attempt to read this email once again, but she becomes a constant distraction. Today, she deliberately dons an outfit that captures my attention. Her choice of tiny short shorts reveals the alluring curve of her silhouette with every step she takes. The sight of her crop top, barely concealing her ample cleavage with its deep V-neck, creates an irresistible temptation. I struggle to resist the overwhelming desire to approach her and give in to our carnal desires. I have been partially concealed behind the sturdy
Renna I had spent a week in my so-called home, surrounded by familiar yet unfamiliar faces. Xavier, my companion, had rarely shown up at his workplace, instead opting to take me to my former workplace. There, amidst the bustling sounds and smells, I encountered a girl named Elara, her laughter filling the air like a melodic symphony, and a guy called Leo, his presence commanding yet comforting. Now, Leo had risen to the rank of beta within the pack. But as I observed them, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that they could be more than mere acquaintances. They could be my long-lost siblings, hidden in the depths of my forgotten memories. Xavier’s words echoed in my ears, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. He claimed that I was an orphan, with no remaining family except for him. Conflicting emotions surged within me, unsure of how to process this revelation. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, my gaze fixated on the sight of my mate mark, while occasionally stealing glances at
Xavier “I hope these words help jog your memory. But Ren, please know I would never hurt you.” The soft glow of the lamp envelops us as she nods, her eyes filled with trust. As I pass her the book, our fingers brush, sending a tingle down my spine. It kills me that this fleeting touch is the only physical connection we can share. “I... I know,” she smiles warmly at me, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly. In that moment, a glimmer of hope ignites within me, like a tiny flame flickering to life. With delicate hands, she takes the books from me, their weight transferring from my palms to hers. As she flips through the pages, the sound of paper rustling fills the room, a soft whisper that mingles with the hushed anticipation hanging in the air. Her eyes fixate on certain photos, her gaze lingering on them for what feels like an eternity. I watch intently, wondering if those images hold the power to jog her memory. “Xavier? Please, can you not hover,” she states, her voice
Xavier We patiently waited for Renna to settle in, giving her a few days to find her bearings. Though she couldn’t recall my identity, the doctor assured us that being in the comfort of our own home would aid in triggering her memory. The familiar sights, the soothing scents, and the comforting ambiance of home were believed to be the key to her recovery. I prayed that my efforts were sufficient, but her wariness lingered, tormenting me. The urge to embrace and kiss her consumed me, but I couldn’t bear to see fear in my mate’s eyes. The weight of her past amplified my struggle; everyone she recalls is gone, leaving me alone to reassure her. It’s a battle of my words against her fading memories, an agonizing challenge. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, leaving me with a heavy heart. There was no time frame for this, no definitive end in sight. All I could do was hope that once we returned home, things would improve. But the thought of not being able to sleep beside her, to feel t
Renna I felt the warmth of his lips, a surge of sparks coursing through my veins. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything I had ever experienced. It ignited a fire within me, spreading throughout my entire being, making every inch of my body feel hot and alive. The intense feeling travelled downwards, settling between my legs, creating a pulsating desire I had never known before. As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard a faint beeping sound, blending with the gentle sunlight that streamed through the partially closed blinds. The room seemed to come into focus, revealing an incredibly handsome man before me. His strong hands gently cupped my cheeks as he showered my face with kisses. My heart raced, confusion flooding my mind. Who was this man? Where was Ethan? Feeling a surge of panic, I instinctively pulled away from his touch. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hurt flashing across his face. “Who are you?” I rasp, my voice hoarse and strained. He slowly withdraws his hands