Andrew’s POVThe soft rustling of papers and the rhythmic ticking of the clock were the only sounds in my office as I sat behind my desk, buried in a mountain of paperwork. A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes from staring at contracts, land deeds, and reports for hours on end. Every now and then, I'd catch myself zoning out, my thoughts inevitably drifting to her.Elara.The stubborn woman, her name flitted like some vexing mosquito which refused to flee across my brain cells, though trying hardest to get consumed by it as I should: going through in my head over the plans that were for land expansion to further broaden my pack. How her lips, soft, caressed mine was all my troubled mind kept up with-how beautiful and striking she appeared last night-brown eyes that fired with both frustrations and desires.That memory alone was enough to give me a hard-on, wanting to rush over to wherever she was, bend her over, and plunge deep inside of her.I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, cursing
Elara’s POVMy heart was racing as I stormed down the hall, my feet moving quicker than my mind. I did not know where I was going; all I just needed was to get as far away from Andrew as possible. The sight of Rhea all over him, her hands on his chest, her intentions so blatant and obvious…It was too much.The air felt different now-oppressive, suffocating. My vision blurred, not from tears that I refused to cry, but from the great anger and humiliation that burned inside of me. I should have known better. Andrew had secrets, walls I probably could never see over, let alone climb. What was I thinking, letting myself believe this could be different?That would explain why he doesn't want the pack to know we're mates."Elara!" His voice echoed down the hall, but I didn't stop.He was right behind me, his heavy steps fast as he gained on me, but I didn't stop, quickening my pace as if the distance between us could ease the sting of the betrayal.It probably could."Elara, stop!" he call
Andrew's POVHer lips quivered against mine, the air catching in her lungs as I tugged her deeper, refusing to let the moment slip away. Fire and rebellion molded into one-and for a moment, I felt her defenses drop. But the softness there in the kiss was short-lived, replaced by a stubborn energy that I despised and loved.Don't ever do what?" she whispered.As I leaned back to respond, her stormy eyes bored right into mine; the pain I saw there was still fresh, raw."Don't ever run away from me like that again," I said, my voice low but razor-sharp. My hands were still firm on her waist, holding her close to me, as though letting go meant risking her disappearing from me forever.She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smirk even as her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. "And if I do?My jaw clenched, and my wolf bristled at the challenge in her tone. She always knew how to press my buttons, how to get me heated and raise every primal instinct in me. I leaned in cl
Elara’s POVI didn't reply as I tried to break away from his grasp. But he proved to be stronger. “Let me go. You can continue having a good laugh at me.” “Don't be like that, it was just the spur of the moment.” He said his eyes dancing. “I'm sorry.” But the look on his face was anything apologetic.My temper flared and I tugged at my hand to get away from him but with one force, he pulled me back against his chest. Before I could protest, his lips crashed down on mine silencing whatever I had on my lips. Raising my hands to push him off, I ended up snaking them around his neck. Just as he deepened the kiss, I felt one his hands leave my hips to trace a path to my breast. Over the material of my clothes, he massaged it earning a gasp from my lips which were very much busy. As if that was the consent he needed, his hand slipped under my shirt and found its way to my globes. This time, he pulled it out of the bra and kneaded it, flicking at the nipples which sent a jolt through me a
Andrew's POVThe air between us was thick with tension, almost suffocating. It was the kind that claws its way under your skin and refuses to let go. Mara really knows how to get the atmosphere this way.My breathing was still a little uneven, though I hadn't come, the heat of my body was still high from the intimate moment I'd just shared with Elara. She was leaning against me, her red cheeks pressed to my chest as she tried to steady herself. For one fleeting second, I allowed myself to stay in that moment-to relax and let her presence ground me.But then Mara appeared out of nowhere.She walked out of a dark nook, an apparition with calculated movements, as if she had watched us for far longer than I could imagine and knew exactly where she was going. Her hooded eyes moved between me and Elara, a smug smile curling into that annoying I'd grown to despise.“Me?" she asked, my voice shaking despite her efforts to sound strong."Yes, you," Mara said, her smile steady, though colder th
Elara's POVHe took another step closer, towering over her, his voice menacing and cold. "If I find out you've done anything, I mean anything to harm my pack, you won't walk away this time."Her jaw tightened, but she didn't back down. "I told you, I had no hand in it," she said, all steady-voiced now. "Believe me or don't. I don't care.”Andrew didn't utter a word, his eyes boring right into hers, the look of one searching for any trace of a lie. But Mara's face was a mask unreadable even to me. Finally, he let out a sharp exhalation, his chest heaving with barely contained fury. "Leave," he said, his voice final and not allowing room for argument.She hesitated a moment, her eyes darting between us. Then, with a sharp nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows of the forest whence she had come.We stood there for a long moment, the silence around us deafening. My hands were shaking, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts."She's lying," he muttered to himself rat
Elara's POVI slammed the door to my room behind me and leaned against it, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. "Why can't he just trust me?" I whispered to no one, my voice cracking.The silence that followed was deafening, and in that silence, a chilling thought crept into my mind. If Andrew wouldn't tell me the truth, how could I ever be sure of where his loyalties truly lay?The room was dark, except for that dim light of the afternoon sun that managed its way through the curtains. I lay in bed, the happenings of the day filling my head and weighing upon my chest. Andrew's silence, his secrets, everything bothered me, swirling inside like a storm. As much as I wanted to stay angry, eventually sleep overcame me. It dragged me down into a world too real to feel like it had been nothing but a dream.I was back in the forest, the smell of earth and pine heavy in the air, the wind howling sharp and biting, carrying with it an unusual sound that I couldn't understand. I was baref
Andrew's POVElara stood in the dim light of the hallway, her face pale, her eyes with something in them so much heavier than a dream. My chest was tight as I watched her. Her hands shook, clutching at her robe, and her voice was hoarse from the fear she'd felt when she woke me just moments before."Tell me everything," I said, stepping aside to let her in.She hesitated at the door and stepped inside in slow, faltering steps. The moonlight filtering through the window fell across her profile and outlined the thin film of sweat on her forehead.The moment I closed the door behind her, I could feel the weight of her presence, the invisible burden she carried that had threatened to consume her at any time. And all I wanted was to take her in my arms and help her forget everything.It wasn't just a dream," she started, speaking no louder than a whisper as she sat on the edge of my bed. "It felt. real."I sat next to her, not too close but close enough to indicate I was listening. "What d
Elara’s POVBranches clawed at my arms as we pushed through the forest, the moonlight barely cutting through the thick canopy overhead. My lungs burned. Every breath tasted like smoke and blood.Andrew’s weight leaned heavier and heavier against me, his steps sluggish, and uneven. He hadn’t spoken in minutes. I could feel the fever radiating off him.“Just a little further,” I whispered, mostly to myself. “Come on, stay with me.”It was crazy how our positions switched. The main reason why he was caught in this mess is to help me. Now, I was the one doing the helping.Luckily that stupid beast left after doing it's work leaving me with a very sick Andrew. I didn't know how far Michael and Lora had to go in order to get help.Noticing he hadn’t responded, I looked down as his grip on me loosened.“Andrew?” I stopped and turned, my heart hammering. “Hey. Look at me.”He swayed. His eyes blinked, unfocused. Then he crumpled.“No—no, no, no.” I dropped with him, catching his head before i
Andrew’s POVI didn’t think anything could shake me after everything we’d been through—Elara’s capture, the cult, the blade meant for my heart. But the thing crawling out of that seal wasn’t from this world.It was born from nightmares. A monster made of shadows and dark moon magic.It stretched as it rose, black tendrils spilling off its limbs like smoke, jaws clicking with bone and fangs. Its eyes locked onto us, glowing red-hot—rage, hunger, purpose.It was like it had a personal issue to settle with us.“Elara,” I said, backing up slowly, “we need to move.”She didn’t answer. She looked dazed, one hand clutching her chest like it hurt to breathe.“Elara,” I tried again, louder this time.She blinked hard, snapped back, and turned to me. “I can’t feel it.”“What?”“The bond. It’s gone.” Her voice cracked. “I—I think Jacob finished the ritual.”Shit. That explained the weakness in her posture, the pale cast to her skin. We didn't have time. The last thing I want is to be caught in t
Andrew’s POVElara didn’t stab me.Despite my unwavering trust in her, I could've sworn she wanted to gut me with the knife.She stabbed the cultist to my left—clean through the ribs.The robed bastard choked on his own breath, eyes wide, blood pooling from his mouth as he collapsed.And just like that, everything just seemed to go to shit as commotion broke out around us.Screams rang out in the still air. Chants siezed as every head turned and eyes snapped open towards our direction.Someone shouted, “She’s turned!”I didn’t need more time to think. My chains were half-broken the moment they stopped chanting. It seemed like they were using magic to contain me. The pulse in my chest hadn’t stopped. It was like a second heartbeat, wild and growing louder in my ear.I wrenched my right arm free with a roar, ignoring the tear of metal against skin. The pain meant nothing anymore. The moment Elara turned that blade, I knew—we were going to live or die together.“Elara!” I shouted.She s
Elara’s POVThe blade felt colder than it should have.Slick handle. Sharp edge.They’d placed it in my hand like it belonged there. Like I’d been born to wield it.My fingers closed around it on instinct, but my heart—fates, my heart refused. It pounded hard enough I thought it might split open my chest.Andrew’s eyes locked on mine, blood dripping down the curve of his jaw. He didn’t speak. Didn’t beg. Just looked at me, like he always had—steady, unflinching, and maddeningly full of love.Kieran stood behind him, watching like a predator admiring his own trap as Jacob came around to stand beside him.“This is the moment,” Jacob said, his voice low and coaxing. “Where the universe balances itself. You break the anchor, Elara, and disaster becomes your throne. You hesitate… and it becomes your grave.”I stared at Andrew. His breathing was shallow. His shirt clung to his chest, soaked in sweat and blood. And his mark—it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own through his torn shirt.
Andrew’s POVThe chanting started slow.Low. Rhythmic. Like a heartbeat echoing in the belly of a beast.I sat with my back to the cold stone wall, chains digging into my wrists. My blood had dried hours ago, stiff and sticky against my skin, but the real pain wasn’t in the cuts or the bruises.It was inside.The mark on my chest that recently appeared burned like it had just been carved. A deep, pulsing throb that synced perfectly with their damn chants. Every beat made it flare hotter. Sharper.I gritted my teeth, flexing against the restraints. Useless.They’d done their homework.Silver links.Wolfsbane laced through the shackles.But they didn’t know everything. They didn’t understand what the mark meant—not really. Not what it did to a person. To me.To Elara.I shut my eyes, trying to hold her face in my mind. Before the rituals. Before the chaos. Before I let my own pain turn me into something she couldn’t reach.And then I heard his voice.Kieran.“I’d say it’s good to see yo
Lora's POVThe fire wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the kind that crackled in fireplaces or flickered in campfires.It was alive, red, deep and pulsing like blood. It didn’t just burn. It seemed to breathe.I stood at the edge of it, frozen, and unable to do a thing while I watched it wrap around her. Elara. Her skin was streaked with ash, her hair wild and tangled, eyes wide and wet with something too painful to name. She wasn’t screaming.She was whispering.“Lora…”Her voice barely reached me through the heat. But I heard it. Goddess, I felt it.“Please…”The flames swallowed her whole.I woke up screaming.I shot upright, lungs dragging for air like I’d been drowning. Sweat drenched my skin, my nightshirt clinging to me like a second layer of skin. My heart slammed against my ribs, and for a second, I wasn’t even sure where I was.The dream still clung to me like smoke. It was thick, choking, and inescapable.“Elara,” I whispered into the dark.I didn’t bother grabbing a robe. I rushed
Elara’s POVThe drums pounded through the courtyard like war cries. The smell of burning herbs and ash filled the air, thick and heavy, like it had a weight of its own. The cultists circled the altar, chanting words older than the land we stood on. Each voice layered over the next, rising into a sound that didn’t feel human.And above it all, I heard him.“Do you still feel it,” Andrew’s voice rasped, “or was it always a lie?”I froze. But before that—Before those words crawled into my bones and made my breath catch—I saw him.They’d chained him to the old execution post, like something out of a nightmare. His shirt was torn, blood streaked across his ribs, and his lip had split open. But he was upright. Breathing. Still defiant, even with all the blood on his skin and the metal biting into his wrists.Andrew.It was the first time I’d seen him since I was taken. Really seen him. Not in visions. Not in dreams. Not in those fleeting, aching flashes I told myself weren’t real.And go
Andrew’s POVThe robe stank. Like sweat, damp straw, and the kind of filth that clings to men who’ve given up being clean. It clung to my shoulders, itchy and rough, like it knew I didn’t belong. I hunched forward as I walked, mimicking the limping shuffle of the other prisoners. My wrists were bound in iron cuffs—fake ones Michael rigged to snap open with a twist—and my face was smeared with ash to cover my scent.It was raining when I arrived. Not a downpour, just a cold mist that turned everything to mud. The kind of weather that crept under your skin and made you wonder if leaving the comfort of your home was worth it.I passed through the first line of guards with my head down and my mouth shut. The cult didn’t say much—just grunted, pointed, and pushed us along. Most of the others were actual rogues. Desperate men. Broken ones. I could hear them breathing hard, coughing, mumbling to themselves. None of them looked at me.Good. I didn’t want their attention. I wanted hers.The
Elara’s POVThe torches burned low, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Their heat didn’t reach me. I was freezing, barefoot, and dressed in something between a robe and a rag, the sleeves torn, the hem dragging along the damp ground. My hands were tied behind my back, wrists rubbed raw from the ropes. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with something older. It made my insides clench as the scent assaulted me.I stood in the center of a circle etched into the floor, the grooves filled with something black and slick. I didn't know if it was blood, or something worse. Candles lined the edges. Hooded figures chanted in low, guttural tones that made my stomach twist.Kieran stood just beyond the circle, face painted in red and gold symbols, his smile as sharp as a blade.“Why are you doing this?” I hissed.His grin widened. “You know why.”“I don’t,” I snapped. “You keep saying I’m the key, the vessel, the… whatever. But I’m just me. You’ve got the wro