Amani’s fight or flight mode reignited when she was abruptly awakened by a sudden jolt, finding herself lifted into someone's arms. "It's okay, you're safe now... I've got you." The voice, a soothing blend of familiarity and comfort, washed over her like a gentle caress. Amani found herself surrendering to its reassurance, allowing it to ease the tension that had gripped her. In the depths of her consciousness, a fire burned, eager to retaliate against whoever dared to lay hands on her. However, her weary body betrayed her, drained of all energy and strength. Exhaustion clawed at her, rendering her limbs weak and her eyelids heavy, barely allowing a glimpse of her surroundings. She had been forewarned about the brutal nature of the first shift, but the reality was far more physically and mentally demanding than any tale could ever convey. As if that wasn't enough, she had fearlessly taken down four heinous men during her initial transition, a feat that demanded every ounce of her ag
Amani bathed and dressed with a sense of urgency, eager to check on Archer and reunite with those she had missed so dearly. She was pleased to find her belongings just as she had left them. She had missed her clothes, each piece a part of her identity, and now, back in her own territory, she relished the freedom to wear whatever she wanted. Dresses were never Amani's style, unless the occasion absolutely demanded it. Amani happily slipped into a pair of sleek black fitted pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. A crisp white off-the-shoulder top accentuated her natural grace, while her trusty black leather boots added a touch of boldness to her ensemble. As she meticulously brushed her hair, she couldn't help but fixate on the woman staring back at her in the mirror. The scars that had once defined her now seemed like distant memories, gradually fading into the background. This newfound version of herself felt both exhilarating and unfamiliar, and she knew it would tak
Amani and Darius rode into town, accompanied by a small contingent of guards who Darius had stationed outside the Manor. As Amani gracefully dismounted her horse, she was greeted by a sea of familiar faces, loyal pack members who had been eagerly awaiting her arrival. They knelt before her, their eyes shining with respect and admiration for their long-awaited Alpha. Amani couldn't contain her emotions as she hugged and cried with many of them, feeling the weight of their own loss and grief.But amidst the crowd, a voice broke through the emotional haze, calling out Amani’s name. She turned, and her heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with Leana, Darius' mate, her heartwarming smile mirrored in her tear-filled eyes. The two women embraced, their hug radiating years of love and shared memories. Leana was not only Beta Darius' mate; she was also Amani's mother's dearest friend, just as Darius was her father's. Though Amani's parents were no longer with her, she was grateful beyond w
It had been three days since Jax informed King Zander of his planned fishing trip. His absence stretched beyond expectation, and no word of his extended leave reached the King—highly uncharacteristic of Jax. Malakai’s concern mirrored his father’s, as rumors circulated that Archer had last been seen boarding a boat with Jax, only to vanish without a trace. The situation grew more dire when the fish merchants reported that Jax had never arrived at the docks. The King, now deeply perturbed, ordered his guards to scour every acre of Blackclaw territory in search of both missing Betas. Steph was a bundle of nerves herself. Her father’s unexplained absence gnawed at her, but what unsettled her more was Malakai’s increasingly volatile behavior. Three nights ago, during another tense dinner with the Prince and his father, Malakai had suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. The physician was summoned immediately to assess him. After a thorough examination
“Hello.” Lily’s voice pierced the silence, sending a ripple of intense emotion through Archer. Of course this beautiful creature would have an angelic voice to match, he thought.“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” Archer whispered, still disoriented.Lily blushed, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink. “You’re not dead, thank the goddess.”“What’s your name?” Archer asked, wincing as he tried to sit up.Lily hurried to assist him, her hand brushing against his arm. The moment their skin touched, Archer felt a jolt of electricity surge through his body. The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Lily, who had felt this electric connection many times while tending to him, found herself once again captivated by the powerful current now that he was conscious. Lily had been finding every excuse to touch him, and this particular contact sent a stronger, more intoxicating wave of energy through them both.Lily stared at Archer, her hand still lingering on his arm. Whe
In the past three days, Amani had made it her mission to visit every active town within Bloodmoon. Under Darius’s leadership, he ensured that the residents were living in close proximity to one another to maximize safety and support. Despite the vast expanse of Bloodmoon's territory and the desolation of many towns and cities, every border was vigilantly patrolled, ensuring security around the clock.In addition to this, Darius took the initiative to establish an orphanage near the pack hospital in the capital city. This remarkable endeavor became one of Amani's most cherished achievements since the devastating attack on Bloodmoon. Despite the heart-wrenching circumstances of these children losing their parents, they appeared to be content and joyful. They were well-nourished, engaged in various enjoyable activities, and provided with a proper education. Furthermore, the female elders of the pack showered them with abundant love and affection, creating a nurturing and caring environm
Amani dismounted her horse just in time, her patrol guards already on the verge of shifting and clashing with the Blackclaw guards.“Yield!” Amani commanded.Instantly, her patrol guards obeyed, halting their aggressive stances. With a resolute stride, Amani approached Marquis, the guard in charge.“I believe it’s me you came here for,” she said calmly.Marquis blinked several times, his expression one of sheer disbelief. He recognized her; he was the one who had taken her to Lord Adam’s on the day of her rejection. Yet, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.“And who the hell are you?!” Shouted an unfamiliar guard, his tone dripping with hostility.“I’m the one that killed your Beta, of course,” Amani declared, a hint of sass in her voice.Some of the guards laughed, finding the idea of a five-foot-five she-wolf being responsible for the massacre at the eastern bluff absurd. However, those who knew Amani stood astounded. Marquis inched closer, sniffing the air around her.“But… how…?” M
The next morning when they arrived at the palace. The three of them were jolted awake by Marquis’ voice, commanding the guards to open the gates. As they approached, Amani was suddenly entranced by the most enticing scent. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing as she savored the aroma.“Do you smell that?” She asked, her senses captivated by the fragrance in the air. It called to her like nothing she had ever experienced before—familiar yet foreign, comforting yet invigorating.Darius and Archer exchanged a knowing glance, aware of exactly what Amani was referring to. The wagon came to an abrupt halt, and the guards swung the door open, roughly pulling them out.“Hey, take it easy!” Archer snapped in frustration.One by one, they were led into the palace, each flanked by two guards. Marquis and another guard led the procession with Amani positioned between them, her hands shackled behind her back as they directed her towards the Royal Court.As they neared their destination, Amani foun