Sofia's POVThe walls of the pack house loomed high around me, suffocating in their grandeur. I had always thought I’d loved old architecture, but now I felt like the building itself was judging me. Its age and strength mirrored the people inside—a pack tied together by centuries of loyalty, tradition, and unwavering belief in their Alpha. I didn’t belong here.Every hallway seemed to stretch longer than the last, lined with ornate wooden carvings and tapestries depicting wolves in various stages of shifting, hunting, or standing beneath full moons. They felt like stories of a world I was supposed to be part of now, yet I didn’t understand.Alaric walked ahead of me, speaking with Braylon in hushed tones. His broad shoulders radiated confidence and command, and I found myself envying how effortlessly he carried the weight of so many expectations. Even though the tension in the air was thick, he moved like a storm—a force of nature, unstoppable.Braylon glanced back at me, his dark eye
ALARIC'S POVThe morning broke quietly, the kind of stillness that almost felt deceptive. The pack house always held a hum of activity, but today, it was muted, the tension so thick it clung to the walls like fog. I stood at the window of the east wing, watching the forest come alive under the pale light, trying to clear my thoughts. Sofia was still asleep behind me, her breathing soft and steady.Last night had been a test for both of us. For her, it had been the start of a battle I knew she wasn’t ready for, and for me, it was a reminder of just how fragile the balance of this pack was. Bringing Sofia here wasn’t just a declaration of love; it was a challenge to every rule, every unspoken law that had governed my people for generations.I heard her stir, a faint rustle of fabric as she turned in bed. I didn’t move, giving her a moment to wake fully. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, hesitant.“Did you sleep?”“Some,” I lied, turning to face her. She sat up, her hair a wi
SOFIA'S POVThe forest stretched endlessly before us, a mix of tall trees and dense shadows, the kind of wilderness that had always felt like home and a threat all at once. The air was crisp, the faint scent of pine and earth grounding me as I leaned against a moss-covered tree, trying to catch my breath.Alaric stood a few feet away, his sharp gaze scanning the treetops. Even now, with the tension in the pack house lingering between us, he exuded confidence, strength. I envied it. Where he looked sure of every step he took, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of collapse.The meeting in the council chamber had left me raw, my nerves stretched thin from the judgmental stares and veiled comments. It wasn’t just that they didn’t accept me—it was that they didn’t want to. I wasn’t blind to the way they looked at me, as though I was an unwelcome guest in a place I didn’t deserve to be.Alaric turned, his golden eyes locking onto mine. “Are you okay?”I nodded quickly, though the answe
(Sofia's POV)I should have turned back the moment the trees started closing in. They seemed taller tonight, more oppressive, the branches reaching across the sky like skeletal hands trying to blot out what little light remained. The path ahead was dark, unfamiliar, and yet, I kept going. I didn’t care where I was headed. The aimless drive was all I had left to hold onto.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather cold against my skin. The hum of the engine was a dull background noise compared to the echo of my thoughts,thoughts I couldn’t outrun, no matter how fast I drove.I missed them. God, I missed them so much. It had been years, but the ache was still there, lodged in my chest like a thorn I could never pull out. My parents. The people who had given me everything, who had loved me unconditionally… and who had been taken from me without warning. I could still remember that day as if it had happened yesterday.The phone call in the middle of the night. The police officer’s
(Alaric's POV)The meeting room buzzed with tension as my pack warriors debated strategies for upcoming border patrols. I sat at the head of the table, trying to focus, but the weight of leadership pressed heavily on my shoulders. Every word from my warriors felt like static, meaningless in the face of the unease gnawing at me. My thoughts kept drifting, consumed by an undercurrent of dread that I couldn’t shake.Suddenly, Braylon’s voice pierced through the fog of my mind. “Alaric, I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.”I raised an eyebrow, the foreboding sense intensifying. “What is it?”“The head warrior’s son was killed by a human girl. She’s in the dungeons now.”A cold chill swept through me. “Killed?” I muttered, my pulse quickening. “How?”“An accident. She hit him with her car.”The news struck me like a physical blow. I could feel the air leave my lungs, my heart racing with a mix of fury and disbelief. “I need to see her,” I said, my voice low and tight. I stood abruptly
Sofia's POVThe cold stone floor of the dungeon pressed against my legs, but I hardly felt it. The guilt was too heavy, suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, the boy’s face appeared, lifeless, the awful truth crashing over me again: I’d killed him. By accident, sure, but it didn’t matter. He was dead because of me.The air was thick with the smell of damp and despair, but I barely noticed as footsteps echoed down the corridor. When the cell door creaked open, I lifted my head, heart racing. Several men entered, their faces hard, and I instantly felt small. Their attention wasn’t on me, though. Their focus was on one man in particular.I didn’t have to be told who he was. His presence spoke for itself. Power radiated off him like heat from a flame. He was taller than the others, broader too, and though his expression was set in a fierce scowl, it was impossible not to notice how handsome he was. It was the kind of handsome that belonged in a movie, not in the middle of this nightma
Alaric's POVThe door to the dungeon slammed shut behind me, but the echo seemed distant, muffled by the storm of thoughts crashing in my head. I could still feel her presence, the lingering scent of her filling my lungs as if I’d been submerged in it. My mate. She was in that cell,MY MATE. And now, nothing was making sense.The halls of the pack house felt different. They stretched longer, each step feeling heavier. My mind raced back to those moments in the cell. Her wide, fearful eyes, the confusion and guilt that twisted across her face. She was supposed to be an enemy, a murderer, but when I looked at her... all I saw was the other half of my soul. My mate, and she didn’t even know it yet.Before I could fully process what had just happened, Braylon appeared ahead of me. His expression was tight, controlled, but I could see the unease flickering behind his eyes. He probably already knew something was wrong,he always knew.“Alpha,” Braylon greeted, stepping aside to let me pass.I
Thorn's POV.The weight of grief was unbearable. My chest felt hollow, a deep ache settling in where my heart used to be. How could Alaric stand there and speak of accidents? How could he possibly expect me to believe that the death of my son,the only thing in this life that truly mattered,was an accident?No. My boy was gone, and someone had to pay.I paced the floor of my quarters, my mind racing, a thousand thoughts crashing into each other. The echo of my son’s laughter, his voice, his small victories in the training yard,they haunted me now. Alaric had tried to play the role of mediator, to keep the peace, but his words had only fueled the fire inside me. It wasn’t just the boy’s death that burned in my veins. It was everything. Years of being sidelined, of watching Alaric rule over this pack like some invincible king, while I stood in the shadows, always the loyal warrior. But loyalty had its limits, and Alaric had just crossed mine.He could claim it was an accident all he want
SOFIA'S POVThe forest stretched endlessly before us, a mix of tall trees and dense shadows, the kind of wilderness that had always felt like home and a threat all at once. The air was crisp, the faint scent of pine and earth grounding me as I leaned against a moss-covered tree, trying to catch my breath.Alaric stood a few feet away, his sharp gaze scanning the treetops. Even now, with the tension in the pack house lingering between us, he exuded confidence, strength. I envied it. Where he looked sure of every step he took, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of collapse.The meeting in the council chamber had left me raw, my nerves stretched thin from the judgmental stares and veiled comments. It wasn’t just that they didn’t accept me—it was that they didn’t want to. I wasn’t blind to the way they looked at me, as though I was an unwelcome guest in a place I didn’t deserve to be.Alaric turned, his golden eyes locking onto mine. “Are you okay?”I nodded quickly, though the answe
ALARIC'S POVThe morning broke quietly, the kind of stillness that almost felt deceptive. The pack house always held a hum of activity, but today, it was muted, the tension so thick it clung to the walls like fog. I stood at the window of the east wing, watching the forest come alive under the pale light, trying to clear my thoughts. Sofia was still asleep behind me, her breathing soft and steady.Last night had been a test for both of us. For her, it had been the start of a battle I knew she wasn’t ready for, and for me, it was a reminder of just how fragile the balance of this pack was. Bringing Sofia here wasn’t just a declaration of love; it was a challenge to every rule, every unspoken law that had governed my people for generations.I heard her stir, a faint rustle of fabric as she turned in bed. I didn’t move, giving her a moment to wake fully. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, hesitant.“Did you sleep?”“Some,” I lied, turning to face her. She sat up, her hair a wi
Sofia's POVThe walls of the pack house loomed high around me, suffocating in their grandeur. I had always thought I’d loved old architecture, but now I felt like the building itself was judging me. Its age and strength mirrored the people inside—a pack tied together by centuries of loyalty, tradition, and unwavering belief in their Alpha. I didn’t belong here.Every hallway seemed to stretch longer than the last, lined with ornate wooden carvings and tapestries depicting wolves in various stages of shifting, hunting, or standing beneath full moons. They felt like stories of a world I was supposed to be part of now, yet I didn’t understand.Alaric walked ahead of me, speaking with Braylon in hushed tones. His broad shoulders radiated confidence and command, and I found myself envying how effortlessly he carried the weight of so many expectations. Even though the tension in the air was thick, he moved like a storm—a force of nature, unstoppable.Braylon glanced back at me, his dark eye
ALARIC'S POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I watched Sofia stir beside me, her breathing even, her features calm for the first time since this chaos began. She looked fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that stirred something primal within me. My mate. The word still sent ripples of emotion through me—protectiveness, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.Last night had been unexpected. Sofia had given herself to me, not just physically but emotionally, as if surrendering her walls piece by piece. But as much as it felt like progress, I knew her fear of returning to the pack house lingered like a dark cloud. Her guilt over what happened with Thorne’s son weighed heavily on her, and no matter how many times I assured her it wasn’t her fault, I could see the doubt in her eyes.I rose quietly, careful not to wake her, and made my way to the window. The forest stretched end
Sofia’s POVThe walk back to the house was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of quiet that begged to be filled. It was the kind that hummed with tension, every step charged with the energy of what we’d just shared at the lake. My skin still tingled where Alaric had touched me, every glance he sent my way igniting a fire I couldn’t extinguish.By the time we reached the house, my pulse was racing. Inside, the air felt heavier, intimate. It wrapped around us as we climbed the stairs, the wood creaking softly beneath our feet. He paused at my door, his hand on the frame, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at me.“Goodnight, Sofia,” he said softly, his voice low and rough.The words hung in the air between us, but I couldn’t let him go. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being screamed for him.“Alaric,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.His eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the doorframe. “What is it?”“Stay,” I said, my cheeks heating as the word left my lips.He fro
Alaric’s POVThe sunlight danced on the surface of the lake, reflecting golden ripples that seemed to stretch forever. The air smelled of pine and water, a clean scent that usually calmed my wolf. But not today. Today, every instinct in me was tuned to the woman floating in front of me, her laughter a sound I wanted to bottle and keep for eternity.Sofia.The bond thrummed between us, an electric pull that was impossible to ignore. Her scent was intoxicating—a mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers. It was driving me insane, the way she looked at me, the way her body moved in the water with effortless grace.I swam closer, unable to resist, the tension in my chest growing with every stroke. She didn’t notice at first, her eyes closed as she floated, her lips slightly parted as though she was whispering secrets to the sky. The sight of her like this—unguarded, peaceful—hit me harder than I expected.She turned her head, her blue eyes meeting mine, and I saw her breath hitch.“Y
Sofia’s POVThe sun filtered through the lace curtains of the lakehouse as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The bikini Alaric had handed me fit perfectly, hugging my body in a way that made me feel both exposed and oddly confident. My hair hung loose over my shoulders, still damp from my shower, and I could see faint traces of my wolf in my reflection,the heightened sharpness in my eyes, the faint flush of power beneath my skin.I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss we’d shared earlier. The memory of it burned in my mind, pulling at me in a way I didn’t fully understand. It wasn’t just desire—though that was certainly part of it. It was something deeper, something primal.A knock at the door startled me.“You ready?” Alaric’s voice called through the wood, deep and steady, though I caught the faint edge of impatience.I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Yeah, I’ll be right out.”When I stepped into the hall, he was waiting for me. He’d changed into swim
ALARIC’S POVI closed Sofia’s door quietly behind me, but the sound of my own heartbeat roared louder than any click or creak of wood. My chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, the remnants of that kiss still clinging to my lips.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, scrubbing a hand over my face as I descended the stairs.That kiss.It was everything. A wildfire that sparked the moment our lips met, spreading through my veins and leaving nothing but heat and hunger in its wake. Her taste, her scent, the way her soft gasp had escaped into my mouth—it was intoxicating. It had taken everything I had to pull away, to not give in to the primal urge to claim her right there and then.“You’re a fool,” Luka growled in the back of my mind. My wolf had been unrelenting since I left the room, his restless energy clawing at me.“I’m not a fool,” I snapped back, heading toward my room.“You kissed her, got her all worked up, and then you left,” Luka said, his tone dripping with frustration
SOFIA'S POVThe door clicked shut behind Alaric, leaving me alone in the room with the lingering scent of breakfast and… him. My legs felt like jelly, my lips still tingling from the kiss we’d shared. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my erratic heartbeat, but it was no use.That kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just passion, though that was undeniable. It was deeper, pulling at something inside me I didn’t know existed until last night when my entire world changed.I’d never felt like this before. Never. I’d had lovers, casual relationships, even moments of fleeting chemistry. But this? This was different. Overwhelming. Dangerous.“It’s the mate bond,” the familiar voice echoed in my mind.I rolled my eyes instinctively, even though I knew my wolf, the voice of reason—or chaos, depending on her mood—could hear my every thought. “Not you too,” I muttered, flopping back onto the bed.“Yes, me too,” she said with a soft laugh. “You’re acting like thi