XavierToday we were leaving for the Moonbeam pack, it had been over a month since my pack members had started training, we couldn’t afford to wait any longer I felt Ethan would also be preparing and I didn’t want to lose our element of surprise.It was going to take us a while to get there. There were so many of us and we weren’t able to drive having all the equipment to take with us. We needed to go by foot. It would take us several days to reach the Moonbeam pack, but it meant that would go undetected. We can easily set up camp outside the pack boarders.Ren will stay behind. She will be able to manage things whilst I am away. There will be a handful of other pack members with some guards to look over her and keep her safe. She had been acting fine since our last fight, not that I bought any of it. She was up to something; I wish she wasn’t so reckless at times.I watch as she walks into the doorway, giving me a sweet smile. She’s up to something, but I will play along all the same
Renna In just 5 minutes, I managed to shake off Jerry. The ease with which I eluded my personal guard made me question the level of security in this place. It stirred up worry within me. Hastily, I snatched my disguise and discreetly positioned myself at the end of the line. Clad in a warrior’s uniform, I seamlessly blended in with the others, feeling a sense of belonging. The sight of the line stretching out before me, the murmurs of conversations and clinking of armour, and the faint scent of sweat and anticipation filled the air, amplifying the adrenaline coursing through my veins. We trudged through the woodland for what felt like endless hours, the strain in my legs intensifying with every step. The dense foliage stretched out before us, its towering trees casting a shadow over our weary bodies. Amidst the quiet rustling of leaves, the animated chatter of my pack members resonated, breaking the eerie silence of the forest. Determined to avoid any unwanted encounters, I delibera
Renna I crawled into my tent, eager to find relief for my aching muscles and finally get some rest. As my head hits the pillow, a strange noise from outside catches my attention. As I try rolling over, desperate for more sleep, a mischievous giggle reaches my ears, accompanied by the mention of my name. Now? Really? I groggily climb out of bed, stumbling towards the entrance of the tent. I strain my eyes and ears, but there is no sign or sound of anyone around. I can't help but wonder where they have disappeared to. As the shadow of something passes over my tent, the air grows still and silent. They are both angry despite their hushed whispers trying to keep their voices low. “Renna isn’t here. This makes it easier for us Cole!” Sage hisses as I see her grab his arm through the tent canvas. “It doesn’t matter. It feels like I am stabbing him in the back. We are friends … best friends,” Cole muses scratching his neck. Silent and still, I hold my breath on the opposite side of the te
Renna Just before I can go back to sleep, my heart still pounding from the revelation, I hear a deafening scream. It pierces through the night, filled with fear, not the sound I would expect Sage to make, having witnessed them together on more than one occasion. I hastily check my tent, peering outside to ensure the coast is clear before sprinting towards the treeline where the screams originate. The coldness of dread courses through my veins, my mind racing to comprehend what could be happening, but I cannot simply abandon someone in distress. Navigating barefoot through the dense forest, I make my way towards the source of the chilling cries. As I burst through the thick foliage, my eyes are met with the sight of a small girl, no older than 7, teetering along the edge of a precipice, her screams echoing in the night. I rush to her side, her tear-streaked face glistening, her nose running with snot. Her unblinking gaze locks onto mine, and it dawns on me that she is sleepwalking. P
XavierA sharp, searing pain erupted from the depths of my chest, causing my breath to catch. A low growl rumbled in the depths of my throat as my wolf stirred restlessly, sensing something amiss. Abruptly, I jolted awake, my eyes darting around the dimly lit room.The air hung heavy with tension as I reached for my phone, frantically dialling Jerry’s number. The sound of the ringing filled the silence, amplifying my anxiety. Finally, his voice crackled through the line, and I wasted no time in demanding answers.My heart skipped a beat, its rhythm disrupted, as Jerry’s words pierced through the receiver, the sound vibrating through the room. The air turned icy, freezing my blood in an instant. The scent of fear lingered, mingling with the tension that hung in the air. She had defied my commands, her audacity palpable, braving the danger to be here. Dread washed over me like an unforgiving wave, threatening to drown my senses, as I grappled with the gravity of the situation.I had an
Xavier A couple of hours passed before Renna finally stirred from her slumber. Throughout her unconsciousness, I had been vigilantly observing, clutching her hand tightly. However, as she awakened, a surge of anger surged within me, mirroring the sentiment shared by my wolf. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a frown etching across her face, “Xavier?” I prepared to express my frustration, the simmering anger once again bubbling beneath the surface. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice echoing in the dimly lit tent as she scanned her surroundings. The scent of earth mingled with the faint aroma of campfire smoke. Confusion etched on her face, she glanced down at her dirt-streaked clothes, a reminder of her harrowing fall off the cliff where she had bravely rescued a little girl. “You’re in my tent, but why on earth are you here, Renna?” I demanded, my voice rising to a crescendo, causing her to flinch involuntarily. My attempt to maintain composure had clearly failed, the anger seep
Xavier Her warm, moist lips engulfed my hardened shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The intensity of the moment clouded my senses, making it hard to recall why I was angry in the first place. As she skillfully worked her tongue along my length, my primal instincts kicked in, merging with the primal desires of my inner wolf. We both watched, captivated, as she continued to suckle on my impressive size. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of pleasure and determination. The sensation of her teasing tongue pushed me to the brink of madness, my member throbbing with anticipation. I could feel the pressure building, ready to explode deep into her waiting throat. “Ren, fuck!” I growled, unable to resist the primal urge to thrust into her eager mouth. It occurred to me that perhaps I should allow her to punish me more often, as the intensity of this moment was beyond words. She began to undress, carefully removing the clothes I had dressed her in. I could feel a pulsat
Renna The morning arrived, and I found myself waking up in Xavier’s embrace. The lingering scent of our passionate encounter filled the room, while the pulsating ache between my thighs hinted at the intensity of our lovemaking. I gazed up at him with a contented smile, savouring the tender kiss he bestowed upon me, as the new day began. Fragments of conversation between Cole and Sage flickered in my mind, bringing back memories. I longed to share them with him, but I hesitated. I didn’t want to start an argument; he had made it clear that he didn’t trust me. As I lay on his chest, the sweet melody of birdsong filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere. I wished I could remain in this moment forever, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath against my skin. He gently brushed my hair away from my face, his fingertips grazing my skin as he leaned in closer. His voice, rough with the remnants of sleep, resonated softly in my ears. The room was filled with the scent of morning c
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