A couple of weeks had passed, and Penelope remained true to her word. She and Michael visited Bloodmoon every weekend, each time promising to return the next. Amani, along with Steven and Daniela, even visited Penelope at her new home. Michael’s mother had prepared a delicious dinner for them, despite their scarcity of food and money. Amani insisted that Michael’s mother accept the money she offered, but she declined. Her refusal became even more poignant when Amani visited a nearby market in the Rogue Lands. The sight that greeted her was a harsh slap of reality—the rogues were indeed suffering from poverty and famine. Determined to help, Amani planned to gather as much food and supplies as she could for Penelope’s new family. However, the market had little to offer. Fortunately, Bloodmoon was close to receiving another shipment, so Amani decided to take from their own supply to create a care package. She sent Steven and Daniela, accompanied by a couple of guards, to deliver the f
Malakai’s patrol consisted of twenty-nine elite soldiers in training, destined to serve as his personal guard when he ascends the throne. However, one crucial member was missing—an esteemed soldier vital to the entire Royal Kingdom’s guard, now loyally serving as one of Amani’s Betas. Malakai arrived with fifteen members of his patrol, while Amani’s manor featured twenty-three guest rooms and nineteen washrooms.With Archer, Lily, Darius and his family now residing in the manor, there was still ample room to accommodate the new guests. Amani assigned Maggie a room next to hers, while Malakai was given a room at the far end of the hall. Unbeknownst to Amani, Malakai orchestrated a swap with one of his patrol members so he could be closer to her.Leanna and Lily prepared a generous lunch for everyone, while Amani and Maggie spent time reconnecting and catching up.“Your home is very lovely, Amani,” Maggie complimented, her eyes taking in the surroundings.“Thank you, Mags. It feels good
Amani basked in the pleasure of seeing everyone revel in the evening’s festivities. The event was a resounding success, and Penelope and Michael’s presence added a layer of joy that Amani deeply appreciated. Though she frequently urged Michael’s mother to join them in Bloodmoon, she remained steadfast in her choice to stay in the home her mate had built. Penelope’s radiant happiness was unmistakable, and even Maggie had been moved to tears seeing the sweet girl so content.As the last of the sun’s light disappeared, Darius and Andrew unveiled the centerpiece of the evening—a grand fire pit, but not just any fire pit, one stacked high with glowing lanterns that cast a mesmerizing glow over the crowd. Amani rose from her seat, making her way to the center of the courtyard where the lanterns stood.Archer, a little too influenced by the evening’s wine, took to storytelling with gusto. “And then he dropped to his knees like this and said, ‘Amani, I know you have a good heart… please have
After the light show, the band played on as the party continued, filling the night with music and laughter. Malakai and Archer took the opportunity to mend their strained relationship, sharing a moment that had been long overdue. “I don’t know how I can ever thank you,” Malakai said earnestly. “For what?” Archer asked, genuinely puzzled. “For defending my mate that night on the eastern bluff,” Malakai replied, his voice thick with gratitude. “She’s the one who ended up saving my ass,” Archer said with a chuckle, trying to downplay his heroism. “But you fought until the end and were willing to lay down your life for her,” Malakai insisted. “I will never forget that, brother.” Archer glanced over at Lily and Amani, who were drinking wine and laughing together. “I know you would have done the same thing without even giving it a second thought,” he said, his tone softening. Malakai smiled, a silent understanding passing between them. He followed Archer’s gaze towards the two
After a night of intense, wild love-making, Zayn and Seraphine fell asleep in each other’s arms, releasing their possession of Malakai’s and Amani’s bodies as they drifted into slumber. Morning arrived, and sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Amani’s face. She slowly opened her eyes to find Malakai watching her, his expression soft and adoring. For a brief moment, she almost drifted back to sleep in his embrace, her mind still hazy from the night’s events.But as the memories of the previous night flooded back, her eyes snapped open, and an angry scowl formed on her face.“Amani… wait…” Malakai pleaded.She sprang from his arms with sudden urgency. “Seraphine! How could you?!”A low whimper from Seraphine was the only answer she received. Amani winced in pain, nearly buckling over as she stood. Her core felt like the aftermath of a battlefield, aching from the fierce and unrelenting passion of their mating. She surveyed the wreckage of her room in disbelief. T
A kiss that began slow and tender quickly ignited into a fervent, desperate clash of lips and tongues. They devoured each other with a hunger that spoke of long-buried desire, a need that had been denied for far too long. Malakai’s mouth traveled from Amani’s lips to her neck, down to her supple breasts, where he teased her erect nipples with his teeth. She cried out in pleasure, her body arching towards him, craving more of his touch. She hadn’t realized just how deeply she missed his sensual caresses.“Kai… I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.His lips left her breasts and returned to hers, his kiss a promise of eternal devotion.“Tell me what you need, darling,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he sucked on her bottom lip like a luscious fruit.“I need you… all of you. I need to feel you,” she surrendered, her voice a plea.“I’m yours,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. “Take me… take all of me.”With those words, he spread her legs a
Amani and Malakai walked downstairs hand in hand, their smiles brighter than the morning sun.“Mmm… it smells absolutely wonderful in here,” Amani said, inhaling deeply.Malakai pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, bringing Amani onto his lap. She grabbed a plate from the center of the table and began piling it high with ham, eggs, fruit, and pancakes. Amani fed Malakai and herself simultaneously, occasionally placing a grape or strawberry between her lips and offering it to him with a playful kiss. Lily and Maggie exchanged amused glances, chuckling softly at the affectionate display.“All that wrestling in the sheets really makes you hungry, doesn’t it?” Archer remarked, serving himself his third plate that morning.Lily slapped his arm and looked at him wide-eyed. Amani and Malakai glanced between Archer and Lily, noticing the telltale blush spreading across Lily’s cheeks.“My man!” Malakai cheered, grinning broadly.He and Archer fist-bumped while Lily hid her face in her
Malakai and Amani had spent three idyllic weeks together, lost in the joy of each other’s presence. When the time came for him to return to Blackclaw, Amani clung to him, reluctant to let him go. Malakai was equally torn; he longed to stay with his mate, but he had important matters to discuss with the council and his father regarding their future. He promised Amani he would return as quickly as possible and vowed to write her every day. They parted with heavy hearts, longing for the day they could be united permanently, free from any external constraints.With the majority of the omegas now part of the Bloodmoon pack, the palace felt as empty and silent as it had the day Malakai left. Even Maggie, charmed by the serene atmosphere and the Bloodmoon members, chose to stay behind. Malakai had sent a messenger bird ahead to his father and the Royal Council, requesting an audience as soon as he returned. He was determined to resolve matters swiftly so he could return to Amani. Malakai ar
—Three years later—The Kingdom of Bloodmoon had blossomed into a beacon of unity and prosperity, standing as a symbol of what could be achieved when packs merged their strength and purpose. Malakai and Amani now ruled from a magnificent new palace, a grand structure of towering stone and glass that overlooked the thriving lands they called home. The borders of what was once Blackclaw and Bloodmoon had been redrawn, and the newly united kingdom stretched far and wide, its people flourishing under their reign.In these years of peace, a new council had been appointed, and among them stood Darius, the Prime Alpha. His journey from Alpha Saul’s trusted Beta to a leader in his own right had earned him this prestigious title. He had proven his worth in the most trying of times, displaying the strength, wisdom, and compassion that made him worthy of the role. Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair.The Rogue Land
In the heart of Blackclaw, the main square was packed with every member of the kingdom. The air buzzed with anticipation as they all waited for the Royal Council to make their announcement. A raised platform stood at the center of the square, where the Prime Alpha and the Council members had gathered. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the crowd, its warmth heralding the start of a new beginning.The Prime Alpha, tall and imposing, stepped forward. His voice echoed through the square, strong and clear. “Today, we bear witness to the rise of a new Alpha of Blackclaw,” he began, his eyes scanning the sea of people. "A new Alpha King who has proven himself not only by blood, but by strength, by honor, and by the love of his people."Before he could continue, the sound of footsteps—steady, commanding—rose above the murmur of the crowd. Heads turned as soldiers parted, and there, striding forward hand-in-hand, were Malakai and Amani. The people gasped, awe and reverenc
Amani let out a heart-wrenching yelp, her wolf howling in anguish as she watched Malakai fall. Her entire body trembled, her green eyes wide with panic and pain. She could see Malakai struggling, his legs weak and shaking as he tried to get back up, but his movements were sluggish, labored, the life draining from him with every passing second.King Zander circled Malakai now, his teeth bared in a cruel, triumphant snarl. His eyes gleamed with arrogance, a sneer twisting his lips as he watched his son struggle. “Is this all you have, boy?” Zander growled, his voice oozing with scorn. “Get up and die with your dignity!”Malakai’s body shook as he attempted to rise, his muscles straining, but his strength betrayed him. His paws buckled beneath him, and he crashed back down to the blood-soaked earth, hacking up blood.Amani’s heart felt like it was tearing apart as she watched him. Her soul screamed with pain and desperation. “Kai, get up… please.” Her voice broke through his fog of pain,
The sun had just crested the horizon, casting long golden rays over the battlefield, as if nature itself was marking the start of a new day — one that would end with a kingdom’s fate decided in blood. Malakai and Amani stood side by side in their wolf forms with their army of wolves standing fiercely behind them, stretched as far as the eye could see. On the opposite side, King Zander stood at the head of his own army, composed of the most powerful Alphas from the Pack Lands, their own armies standing just as formidable. They, too, were in their wolf forms, muscles tense, their eyes glinting with the same deadly readiness.The King’s gaze locked onto Malakai, his eyes cold and calculating. There was no remorse, no regret—only arrogance, as if he already knew how this fight would end. Malakai’s fury was barely contained, his gaze burning with years of betrayal and the raw need for justice.The Royal Council watched from the side in human form, mounted on their horses. They sat as impa
Malakai’s massive wolf form lunged toward Darius, their snarls and growls filling the air as the two locked in a fierce sparring match. Claws scraped against the ground, and the thudding sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the clearing. Darius countered Malakai’s attack with a sharp snap of his jaws, but Malakai was faster, his dark, hulking figure moving with terrifying precision. His eyes, flickering between blue and black, betrayed the storm of rage building inside him, the same fury that would fuel him for the inevitable battle at sunrise.From a distance, Amani watched, her heart in her throat. She stood with Archer and Maggie, their forms shadowed by the trees, far enough away to avoid being a distraction, but close enough to see the intensity of Malakai’s movements. He was pushing himself hard—too hard—and she could sense the weight of his determination, the ferocity of his resolve.“He doesn’t understand,” Amani muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze r
Amani entered her tent, her eyes landing on Malakai sitting on the cot, just as she expected. She had figured he’d be here, a respite away from the crowd. His hand traced the healed wound on his abdomen, though he quickly pulled his shirt down the moment she entered, trying to keep her from worrying more than she already did.She crossed the tent, her gaze lingering on him as she sat beside him on the cot. “Doesn’t look like that scar is going away any time soon,” she said softly, her tone laced with concern.“I don’t care about the scar,” he replied, his voice low and distracted.Amani tilted her head, watching him more closely. “What is it, Kai?” She asked, her brow furrowed. “You left in the middle of the briefing. We’ve all decided not to wait for your father’s army to return. We’re going to storm the palace—there’s a good chance the other packs haven’t arrived yet, they’ll never expect us to counterattack so soon. I really believe we can win this war.”“There won’t be a war,” Mal
Amani burst out of the tent, her senses immediately assaulted by the chaos of battle. The night was alive with the savage cries of wolves and the clash of bodies, the once-quiet camp now a maelstrom of violence. Amani’s heart beat with the rhythm of Malakai’s, the bond between them fueling her strength, guiding her through the brutality. She could feel him with her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm.As Amani carved her path through the battlefield, she was a whirlwind of lethal precision. She moved with predatory elegance, each strike a dance of power and skill. She ripped through her foes with ruthless efficiency, her claws and fangs tearing through their defenses, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.She surged forward, her wolf form a fiery trail of crimson and silver as she darted through the fray, her eyes locking onto Daniela and Steven. They were surrounded, the two of them desperately fending off the vicious onslaught of two large wolves. Their snarls
As Amani’s fangs sank into Malakai’s flesh, a sudden jolt of energy surged through her, stronger than anything she’d felt before. It was as if the world around her blurred for a moment, then dissolved entirely, leaving her in a place that was neither here nor there—a space beyond time, beyond reality. Her vision swirled with brilliant colors, then settled, revealing an ethereal scene.Suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, was a luminous, iridescent egg. Its shell shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow, shifting between shades of deep violet and radiant silver, like the night sky encapsulated in a single fragile sphere. Inside the cosmic egg, two small wolves played, their forms glowing with a light that seemed to come from within.The first was Zayn, a sleek black wolf, his fur dark as midnight, with a powerful yet gentle presence. He moved with a confident grace, his large paws barely making a sound as he playfully chased after the smaller wolf beside him.The other was Seraphin
Darius and the soldiers moved swiftly, their steps urgent as they carried Malakai’s unconscious form into the medical tent. Amani followed close behind, her eyes wide with fear, heart pounding in her chest. The warm, coppery scent of his blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and herbs inside the tent. The tension was thick, oppressive, as every soldier felt the gravity of the situation.Maggie was already waiting, her hands steady but her eyes sharp with concern. When her gaze fell upon Malakai, a gasp escaped her lips, and her face paled. The sight of the darkening veins around the gaping wound made her stomach twist with dread.“Oh dear Goddess, what happened?!” Maggie’s voice trembled as she rushed forward, her hands moving instinctively to assess the damage.“He’s been hit with silver, Maggie,” Amani’s voice cracked with desperation. “Please… please help him.”Maggie’s eyes darkened with understanding, and she immediately took charge. “Call the Physician! Get