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Xavier I fixed my gaze on Sage, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then shifted my attention to Lia’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground. Was my recklessness the cause of this tragedy? In the midst of the chaos, “Sage … I,” I noticed a subtle shake of her head, an inexplicable act, before she hurriedly went to Cole’s side. A peculiar choice, I thought. As I looked down at Lia, a sense of foreboding washed over me. The tension within my pack grew palpable, mirroring their shared belief that my punishment for Lia had been too severe. I gaze at Sage, her tear-stained face, as Cole attempts to console her. His words are a gentle whisper, barely audible, as she convulses with pain. The sound of her sobs fills the air, echoing in my ears. I clench my teeth, knowing that I am the cause of her agony. Regret floods me, but I understand that there is no turning back. I had to do what was necessary. Breaking the heavy silence, I speak up, my voice cutting through Sage’s cries. “We must aid t
Renna I felt an overwhelming exhaustion engulfing me as I tirelessly moved from one wounded member of my pack to another. The chaotic sounds of battle filled the air, but amidst it all, a strange silence enveloped my mind. It was as if my wolf, usually ever-present, had retreated into the depths of my consciousness. I couldn’t dwell on the peculiarity, though, for there was no time. My focus had to remain on tending to my pack. Unable to actively fight alongside them, I offered what help I could by gently healing their wounds, even if only in small measures. Amidst a cacophony of piercing screams, the clash of combat abruptly ceased. Navigating through the disarray, I joined the crowd converging towards a distinct location. My mind buzzed, struggling to clear the haze and hone in on the task at hand. As I continued my stride, a searing pain erupted in my chest, feeling as if a fire had been ignited within me. The intensity was overwhelming, causing me to crumple to the ground. A sti
Xavier Gasping for breath, I inhale deeply, my lungs filling with the much-needed air. As the oxygen floods my body, my senses awaken, bringing me back to reality. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, its rhythmic beats reverberating through my entire being. Panic sets in, knowing what this means. She, the one who possesses the extraordinary ability to heal, is about to forget again. She has been tirelessly healing my pack and now me, but this time, I should have been dead... What will become of her? Will she forget me? I open my eyes, everything coming into focus. I fixate on her beautiful face, illuminated by a beams of sunlight. I can feel the warmth of her body as I clutch her tightly to me. But then, a sudden jolt of terror courses through me as her eyes roll back into her skull. Panic takes hold, but I remind myself that she’s only passed out; her heart still beats, a steady rhythm against my chest. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of mud
Xavier As I stood there, a man approached me, his weathered face revealing the weight of years. His presence surprised me, for he appeared older than I. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was the original beta of the Moonstone Pack, the one Orion Renna’s father had once worked closely with. The thought puzzled me, as I expected Ethan to have eliminated him and chosen a different successor. Perhaps Ethan believed that keeping this man around would help foster acceptance within the pack. “What’s your name?” I demanded, the weight of the last few weeks evident in my furrowed brow and tense voice. “Jack,” a tall and stoic figure, nodded respectfully in response. It was a relief to see his acknowledgement, a small glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. “Very well, beta Jack,” I said, my voice carrying a sense of authority and determination. I could see the determination in his eyes as he listened. The crisp scent of pine filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest surrounding u
Xavier I lost track of time since Renna was admitted to the hospital. I had briefly left to attend the funerals and meet my new pack members, but I remained by her side. Several days had passed, and still, she hadn’t regained consciousness. The only thing that kept me going was the reassuring thump of her heart, its steady rhythm providing a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. I sat there, my stomach empty and my eyelids heavy from sleep deprivation. All I yearned for was her recovery. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you love,” I pleaded, desperate for her forgiveness. The weight of guilt consumed me entirely, knowing that this was all my doing, my punishment for disregarding her warnings. If only I had listened, we could have prevented this catastrophe. I raked my fingers through my dishevelled hair, a repetitive action born out of sheer madness. The raging turmoil within me was mirrored by my wolf, seething with anger at the sight of her suffering. She had mentioned Sage and Cole, and
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
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
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
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