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Zara's pov The days blurred together as I tried to keep my head above water in Adrian’s pack. The constant tension, the growing uncertainty—it all felt suffocating. But amid the chaos, something about Adrian’s steady presence gave me a semblance of peace. Even when things seemed impossible, his unwavering support made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to survive here. But that belief was beginning to erode. The attacks continued, growing bolder, more frequent. Each time, it felt like we were one step behind, struggling to maintain control of the situation. Adrian’s mind was consumed with finding the traitor, but with every piece of evidence, we seemed to go in circles. It was frustrating, and every new lead only added to the weight of the uncertainty pressing down on us. And then, there was Elizabeth. She remained a constant presence, her calm exterior a sharp contrast to the growing unrest around us. I had never trusted her fully—there was something abou
The first pangs of labor hit just before dawn, sharp and insistent like a distant thunderstorm rumbling closer. I had been restless all night, the weight of my belly making every position uncomfortable. But this... this was different. “Adrian,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the bed. He was by my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. “It’s time?” I nodded, unable to speak as another wave of pain wracked my body. Adrian helped me to my feet, his arm steadying me as he called for the pack’s healer. “You’ll be okay,” he said, his voice calm but laced with tension. “I’m right here, Zara.” I wanted to believe him, but deep down, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something felt... wrong. The packhouse was alive with activity, warriors stationed at every entrance as Adrian prepared for my labor. He was taking no chances, especially after the recent revelations about spies in the pack. But even with the extra security, I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was clos
Ryker’s POV The night was calm, almost unnervingly so, as I sat in my office. The quiet hum of the fireplace and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock were the only sounds filling the room. But the calm outside did nothing to soothe the storm brewing within me. I've not seen Zara for months and it was driving me insane. She was stubborn, always determined to prove she didn’t need anyone, least of all me. I respected her strength, but damn it, she was carrying our child. That fact alone kept me restless, always waiting for the next report from the scouts I’d stationed in Adrian’s pack. I didn’t trust Adrian to protect her the way I would, not after everything. The door slammed open, breaking my train of thought. Victor stormed in, his face pale but his expression hard. “Ryker,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “We’ve got a problem.” I stood immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. “What is it? Zara?” Victor nodded grimly, handing me a crumpled pie
Zara'pov The air inside the room was suffocating, heavy with an unspoken dread. The cries outside weren’t human—they were the growls of enraged wolves, a chorus of chaos that clawed at my nerves. My arms ached from holding Thorold so tightly, but I refused to loosen my grip. His tiny chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep, his innocence presence melts my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined motherhood. No one prepared me for nights like these, where I sat trembling with my child in my arms, my heart splitting between overwhelming love and bone-deep fear. They were out there for him—my son, my perfect boy, who had somehow become the center of a storm I didn’t understand. A loud crash from outside made me jump. The door flew open, and Adrian stormed in. His expression was grim, his usually composed face shadowed with urgency. “What’s going on, Adrian?” I asked, my voice breaking. His eyes darted to Thorold, who stirred but remained asleep, and then to me. "Stay here
Zara's pov The days that followed were a blur of pain and emptiness. My heart shattered into pieces too jagged to mend. Thorold was gone, and I was a mother without her child. The hours melted into one another, yet the agony stayed sharp, relentless, and consuming. I barely moved from the corner of the room where I had fallen the night he was taken. Adrian had found me there, clutching nothing but air, my cries so raw they scared even him. He had asked me who had come and what had happened, but I couldn’t answer. "A man," I had whispered, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "A man came for him." Adrian’s sharp gaze pinned me, his Alpha instincts pushing him to demand the truth, but I held my silence. How could I tell him the full truth? How could I explain the unearthly presence of Arcturus, his power, and the cold finality of his words? If I told Adrian, he would rally the pack to chase after Thorold, and the consequences… the consequences could destroy us all. So I kept it t
Zara's POV I thought the worst was over. I thought I could start rebuilding the shattered pieces of my life after losing Thorold. I was wrong. When news reached me of Alpha Ryker’s crusade, I didn’t know how to feel. Ryker, the mate who had rejected me with such cruel finality, was now rallying warriors to fight those who had threatened my son. The same man who had cast me aside, leaving me broken, was now charging into battle for a child he had no claim over. I didn’t know whether to feel anger, confusion, or gratitude. The first I heard of it was from one of Adrian’s advisors. I was sitting outside my cabin, the cool night air soothing my restless nerves, when the advisor approached. His face was pale, his eyes darkened with exhaustion. “Alpha Adrian wanted you to know,” he began cautiously, “Alpha Ryker has assembled warriors from neighboring packs. He’s leading them into battle against the remnants of Elizabeth’s forces.” I stiffened, the name alone enough to make my blood
Zara's Pov The morning was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt foreign in a life filled with chaos and grief. I sat by the window of my small cabin, staring out at the dense forest beyond. The sun was high in the sky, it was beautiful, but it did little to calm the storm inside me. Thorold’s absence was a constant ache, a hollow space in my chest that refused to heal. Each passing day without him chipped away at my hope, but I refused to let despair consume me completely. I had to keep going—for him, for myself. Nora stirred in my mind, her presence a steady warmth that I clung to like a lifeline. She had been my anchor these past few weeks, a reminder that I wasn’t entirely alone. "You’re stronger than this, Zara," Nora whispered. “I don’t feel strong,” I murmured aloud, my voice barely audible. "That doesn’t mean you aren’t," she replied, her tone gentle but firm. "And you’ll see it soon enough." I sighed, resting my forehead against the cool glass. The pack had bee
Ryker's pov The first thing I felt was warmth, a gentle pulse radiating through my chest. My body felt lighter, as if the weight of death had been lifted. Slowly, my senses returned—distant sounds, the faint scent of herbs, and then a voice. Her voice. “Zara…” My eyes fluttered open, heavy and reluctant. The blinding white of the room stung at first, but it didn’t take long for my gaze to find her. She was slumped against the bed, her face pale, her body frail. “Zara!” I sat up too quickly, a sharp pain shooting through my side. I ignored it, focusing entirely on the woman beside me. Her breathing was shallow, her energy so depleted it made my chest ache in ways I hadn’t felt in years. My hands trembled as I reached for her, gently lifting her onto the bed. She weighed so little, her body limp in my arms. It was then I saw the toll her actions had taken on her. The dark circles under her eyes, the way her once-vibrant glow had dimmed—she had given everything to save me. And I
Zara’s POVSitting on the towel I've laid by the river of a deep forest close to my pack, I consider this hideout place my paradise.This is the only place I can be myself without the fear that someone will find out my true identity.I like to spend my quiet time by the river in the forest, not too far from my pack. I often visit the beautiful forest to clear my head from the day's stress.When the thought of a dream I had a day before crossed my mind, the moon goddess appeared to me again."My child, it is time."Her message to me was clear, but I asked still, “Am I prepared?”Am I prepared to take back my father's throne from the traitor, who killed my parents and took over our pack?It was just one sentence. She smiled at me and then vanished.The first time she appeared to me, I was just thirteen years after I first shifted into my wolf form.That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada.“She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautiful.
LAUREN'S POVSitting on the towel I've laid by the river of a deep forest close to my pack, I consider this hideout place my paradise.This is the only place I can be myself without the fear that someone will find out my true identity.I like to spend my quiet time by the river in the forest, not too far from my pack. I often visit the beautiful forest to clear my head from the day's stress.When the thought of a dream I had a day before crossed my mind, the moon goddess appeared to me again."My child, it is time."Her message to me was clear, but I asked still, “Am I prepared?”Am I prepared to take back my father's throne from the traitor, who killed my parents and took over our pack?It was just one sentence. She smiled at me and then vanished.The first time she appeared to me, I was just thirteen years after I first shifted into my wolf form.That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada.“She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautifu
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
(Zara’s POV)I spotted Thorold behind the healer’s hall, sitting on the low stone wall with his boots dangling just above the dirt. His elbows rested on his knees, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time in days, he looked… at ease.He didn’t flinch when I approached. His head turned slightly, and he gave me a small, tired smile.“Trying to disappear?” I asked.He shrugged. “Just hiding from Ryker. He wants to spar. I told him my bones need a break.”I smiled and sat beside him. “Smart choice. He doesn’t go easy.”“I’m learning.”We watched a few pack members sparring in the open yard. There was no war urgency in their movement. They were laughing, shouting challenges, tripping over their own feet. It was the kind of scene I used to dream about.“You look like him,” I said quietly, surprising myself.Thorold looked over. “Ryker?”I nodded.“The way you stand when you’re thinking. That habit of checking the exits even when you’re smiling. And when you lift your chin before speaking…
LAUREN'S POV Logan was too hot my heart pounding and when I felt his fingers playing with my n**ples, it gave me a different sensation. it felt so good as if that was the first time we were making our downtown move slowly and grabbed my hard n**please, and sucked on it, he was such a baby. "Will you stop teasing me already?" I said to him angrily. Logan kissed me again with passion, his gue trailing down to lick my collarbone, then feature down to my n*please. Logan slipped his hand into my pants and started playing with my cl*****s "Baby you are already wet?" he said, whispering into my ears. he looked up into my eyes, " Bianca,l love you so much, and thank you for not giving up on me when I was lost. he touched my n**ples again, your n*ples are so hard and I love it when I turn you on. I looked him in the eyes, "Will you f**k me already and stop the talking?" my pussy throbbed and ached, he inspected his finger into my p**y and f**led me with his two fingers. it was so g
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls.As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently."We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates.""We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best."The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked. "ou
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently. "We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates." "We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best." The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked