Logan paced the dimly lit corridor outside Andrea's room, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. The encounter had left him shaken, his usual composure unraveling in the face of her understanding gaze and gentle touch. He clenched his fists, struggling to regain control.As he walked, the echoes of the pack settling into sleep surrounded him, a comforting reminder of his responsibilities. Yet, tonight, those responsibilities felt like chains binding him to a fate he couldn't escape.The commotion that had stirred him from his restless pacing originated from the far end of the hallway—a muffled argument between two men, their voices strained with urgency. Logan hesitated, torn between investigating and retreating to the solitude of his own thoughts.But duty called, and he moved towards the source of the disturbance. As he approached, the voices grew louder, snippets of conversation floating to him through the thick silence of the night."... should have told her...""...not his
Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence."What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger.Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Sandra could almost feel the tension crackling through the phone. "You assured me you had everything under control," the voice hissed. "How did she end up being chosen?"Sandra's grip tightened around her phone. "I did have everything under control until she showed up. Logan was supposed to reject her, but for some reason, he’s keeping he
Andrea sat by the window in her new room, staring out into the darkness. The events of the past few days had left her feeling more isolated and confused than ever. The Luna ceremony had changed everything, yet she felt as if she were living someone else's life, trapped in a role she didn't understand.She absentmindedly reached for the pendant around her neck, a simple blue stone set in a silver frame. It had belonged to her father, the only thing she had left of him. As she held it, the stone suddenly began to glow, a soft blue light emanating from it. Andrea's heart skipped a beat. This had happened before, when she first arrived at the pack, but she still had no explanation for it.A voice, soft and distant, whispered her name. "Andrea..."Her breath caught in her throat. She looked around the room, but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from within the pendant itself. "Follow the light, Andrea. Find me..."The glowing intensified for a moment, then abruptly stopped.
As Andrea sat on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, a soft knock on the door broke the silence. She frowned, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight. Who could be visiting at this hour?"Come in," she called out, her voice tentative.The door creaked open, and to her surprise, Caleb stepped inside, his face a mask of concern. He closed the door behind him quietly, ensuring no one else could hear their conversation."Caleb? What are you doing here?" Andrea asked, her confusion evident.He moved closer, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. "I had to see you. Are you alright?"Andrea sighed, running a hand through her hair. "As alright as I can be, considering everything. Why are you here, though?"Caleb sat down next to her, his expression serious. "I needed to talk to you about the necklace."Andrea's hand instinctively went to the pendant hanging around her neck. "What about it?"Caleb hesitated, glancing at the door as if
Andrea stepped out of the shower, her skin still tingling from the hot water. She reached for her towel, only to realize she had left it in the bedroom. Cursing under her breath, she cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out, hoping the coast was clear.She took a deep breath and tiptoed out into the bedroom, droplets of water trailing down her back. She froze in her tracks when she saw Logan standing by the window, staring out into the night. His back was to her, and she hoped he hadn't heard her.Before she could make a silent retreat back to the bathroom, Logan turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Andrea's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stood there, stark naked and dripping wet.Logan's mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes raked over her and she felt herself shiver, and she saw a flicker of something she couldn't quite place—surprise, confusion, maybe even lust?"Um... I... forgot my towel," Andrea stammered, awkwardly covering herself with her h
Rose and Andrea continued their errands in town, the market bustling with activity. Rose suddenly stiffened, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. She glanced around, her eyes narrowing as she tried to locate the source of the unusual scent. The only person nearby was Andrea, who was acting a bit off."Andrea, are you okay?" Rose asked, her voice tinged with concern.Andrea paused, fanning herself with one hand. "I've been feeling a bit hot lately," she admitted. "And there's this slight pain... I don't know what's wrong with me." She thought she might have eaten something bad but the pain wouldn’t go away.Rose's eyes widened as she noticed a few nearby pack members—mostly males—casting curious and intense glances in their direction. Her confusion deepened. "Andrea, I think you might be going through... heat," she said hesitantly.Andrea blinked in surprise. "Heat? But I'm human. That doesn't make any sense.""I know," Rose replied, her mind racing. "That's why we need to find L
Andrea woke up to the now familiar, yet unbearable, pain that had been plaguing her for days. Every muscle in her body ached, and the heat within her was becoming more intense, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. She lay in bed, curled up and clutching her pillow tightly. The room was filled with Logan's scent, which oddly brought her a semblance of calm amidst the chaos her body was experiencing.Every time she considered leaving the room to seek help, the pain intensified, almost as if reminding her that she needed to stay where Logan's scent was the strongest. She couldn't understand why his scent was the only thing that brought her any relief, but she clung to it like a lifeline.Meanwhile, in his own quarters, Logan was feeling restless. He paced back and forth, trying to focus on his duties, but his mind kept drifting back to Andrea. He could feel her pain through their bond, and it gnawed at him, making it difficult to concentrate. Alex, his wolf, was in a state of ag
Logan woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest, an unusual sense of guilt gnawing at him. The events of the previous night played over in his mind. He had given in to Alex's urgings and the undeniable pull of the bond, but now he regretted it. He had done what he thought necessary to ease her pain, but it didn't change how he felt about her. Or so he tried to convince himself.He walked back to their shared room, dreading what he might find. As he opened the door, the sight that greeted him made his heart sink. The sheets were stained with blood, stark against the otherwise pristine bedding. A wave of guilt washed over him. He stood there for a moment, wrestling with his emotions, before he forced himself to look away."Get a grip, Logan," he muttered under his breath. "This changes nothing."He turned on his heel and left the room, making his way downstairs to the dining hall. Breakfast with the pack was a daily ritual, and as Alpha, it was expected that he be the first to eat. The