Jensen's Point of View
I stand frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her retreat into herself, her expression a mixture of shock and horror. The word "mate" still lingers in the air between us, a truth I’ve waited my entire life to discover, yet her reaction is nothing like I imagined. Taking a cautious step forward, I reach out, my fingers brushing her shoulder. I hope the contact will ground her, draw her out of whatever storm is raging in her mind. The moment my hand touches her, warmth floods through me, the bond sparking to life as if it has been waiting for this exact moment. Her body stiffens under my touch, and I watch as her bright blue eyes snap back to mine, the haunted look in them replaced by something else, shock, confusion, and maybe even a hint of fear. "Are you okay?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. She shakes her head, stepping back quickly, breaking the contact. The moment her shoulder leaves my hand, it’s as though all the warmth is sucked out of the room. The sparks that had ignited in my palm vanish, leaving behind an aching emptiness I’ve never felt before. "You must be mistaken," she says, her voice trembling but firm. Mistaken? The word hits me like a blow to the chest. I can feel the bond as clearly as I feel the ground beneath my feet. There’s no mistake. She is mine. I take a step toward her, desperate to close the distance, but the look in her eyes stops me. It’s a mix of defiance and fear, a silent plea for space. I force myself to stay rooted, my instincts screaming at me to protect, to comfort, to do something. I watch her turn and walk away, her steps quick and purposeful, as though she’s running from me. My chest tightens painfully, and for the first time in my life, I feel truly powerless. My thoughts swirl in chaos. Why is she afraid? Doesn’t she feel the bond? Or is it something else entirely? Did I do something wrong? My mind races through every possibility, but nothing makes sense. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined countless scenarios of finding my mate, of the joy, the relief, the instant connection. But this? This wasn’t in any of those dreams. I stand there, rooted in place, staring at the empty space where she had been just moments ago. The room feels colder now, quieter, as though her absence has stolen all the warmth and life from it. The bond pulls at me, a silent, invisible thread tying me to her, urging me to follow. But I don’t. Not yet. She needs space, and as much as it hurts, I’ll give it to her. For now. But I can’t let this be the end. She’s my mate, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she doesn’t have to fear me, or the bond we share. I turn back toward my companions, Ronan and Nyx, who are watching me with curious and concerned expressions. I know they’ll have questions, but I don’t have the answers. Not yet. All I know is that I’ve found her. And I can’t lose her. Not now. Not ever. I shake my head, forcing myself to focus. The storm of emotions raging inside me needs to be pushed aside for now. I stride purposefully to the front desk, where a cheerful woman greets me with a bright smile. "How may I help you?" she asks, her voice warm and welcoming. "I need three rooms for myself and my companions," I reply, my tone steady despite the turmoil within me. She nods her head, her fingers flying across the keyboard. After a moment, she looks up at me. "I have three rooms available, all with double beds. Does that work for you?" I nod my head. "That’s fine, thank you." I reach into my pocket, pulling out my card to pay. As she processes the transaction, she leans forward slightly, her smile turning flirtatious. "Here for business or pleasure?" she asks, her tone light but suggestive. "Business," I reply curtly, barely glancing at her. My mind is elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Rosalee. The way she looked at me, the way she fled, it’s all I can think about. I decide to take a chance. "The woman who just left," I say, keeping my voice casual. "Who is she? What’s her name?" The receptionist’s expression falters for a moment, her disappointment evident, but she quickly recovers, her smile returning. "That would be Rosalee," she says, her tone still polite but tinged with curiosity. "She works here. Cleaning rooms, running errands, helping in the kitchen, she does a bit of everything." "Rosalee," I repeat softly, the name rolling off my tongue. It feels right, like it was meant to be spoken by me. Her name is as beautiful as she is. The receptionist watches me closely, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher my interest. "She’s a hard worker," she adds after a moment. "Quiet, keeps to herself. Everyone here likes her." I nod my head, filing away every detail. "Thank you," I say, pocketing the room keys she hands me. As I turn to leave, I catch the receptionist’s lingering gaze, but I don’t look back. My thoughts are entirely on Rosalee, her name, her face, the bond that ties us together. I don’t know why she ran or what she’s afraid of, but I do know one thing. I’m not leaving this town without understanding why. The receptionist breaks the silince as she says. “Your rooms are on the third floor,” she explains. “Two are next to each other, and the third is directly across the hall.” I nod my head in acknowledgment. “Thank you,” I say, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions I’m trying to suppress. Turning toward the stairs, I stride purposefully, the sound of Ronan and Nyx’s footsteps following close behind me. The weight of their unspoken questions presses heavily on me, their gazes boring into the back of my head. I know they’re dying to ask what’s going on, but I don’t have the answers yet, not the ones they need, not the ones I need. We ascend the stairs in silence, the air thick with tension. My mind is racing, replaying the encounter with Rosalee over and over again. Her name feels like a mantra in my head, but the look of horror on her face when I said “mate” cuts deeper than I care to admit. When we reach the third floor, I stop in the hallway and pull the keycards from my pocket. Handing one to Ronan, I nod toward the room on the left. “This one’s yours.” Then I hand the second to Nyx, gesturing to the room beside his. “And this is yours.” They both take the keys without a word, their curiosity still palpable. “I’ll take the room across the hall,” I say, holding up the last keycard before slipping it into my pocket. “Get settled, put on some dry clothes, and meet in my room in an hour. We’ll regroup and plan our next moves.” Ronan nods his head curtly, his expression unreadable, while Nyx raises an eyebrow, clearly itching to ask something but deciding against it. As they head into their respective rooms, I turn and enter mine. The door clicks shut behind me, and for the first time since arriving, I allow myself a moment to breathe. The room is simple but clean, with a double-sized bed, a small desk, and a window overlooking the storm drenched street below. I toss my bag onto the bed, running a hand through my hair as I stare out the window. The storm outside mirrors the chaos inside me. Rosalee’s face is etched into my mind, her scent lingering in my senses, an irresistible pull I can’t ignore. An hour. That’s all I have to gather myself before facing Ronan and Nyx’s questions. But right now, all I can think about is her. I place my bag on the trunk at the end of the bed, my mind still a whirlwind of thoughts. The encounter with Rosalee plays over and over in my head, each replay adding more confusion, more frustration. She’s my mate, my mate, but the way she reacted, the horror in her eyes... I don’t understand. I don’t know what I did wrong. I strip off my damp clothes, the chill of the room contrasting with the heat of my emotions. I need to clear my mind. I need to focus. I step into the bathroom, the sound of the water hitting the tile almost soothing as I turn on the shower. The steam rises quickly, fogging up the mirror, and I close my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the water cascade over me. As the water pours down, I let it wash away the tension in my muscles. The cold, stormy air outside the window fades as I focus on the feel of the water running over my skin. I lean my hands against the wall, taking deep breaths, trying to force my mind to calm. But it’s no use. My thoughts keep returning to Rosalee. Her face, her scent, the way her eyes widened when I called her mate. The shock, the fear, it’s like a punch to the gut every time I think about it. Why did she run? Why does she want nothing to do with me? I clench my fists, the water running over my knuckles as I try to push the thoughts away. I can’t let this distract me. The Crimsonclaw pack’s attacks are still a priority. The war between werewolves and Lycans is far from over, and I’m the one who has to put an end to it. But as I stand there under the hot water, I know I can’t leave without understanding what’s going on with Rosalee. She’s my mate, and I won’t abandon her without answers. I finish my shower, the water running cold as I turn off the taps. I stand there for a moment, letting the last of the steam dissipate before I step out, toweling off quickly. I don’t have much time. I pull on fresh clothes, the weight of my decision already settling in. I can’t leave town before I figure out why my mate wants nothing to do with me. But I can’t ignore the Crimsonclaw attacks either. I take a deep breath, mind made up. I’ll send Ronan and Nyx to the Lycan pack that was attacked. They can gather information, figure out what’s going on with the Crimsonclaws. I’ll stay behind, here, with my mate. I don’t know how I’m going to make her see reason, but I’ll find a way. I won’t leave without her.Rosalee's Point of ViewI sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the small mirror across the room. The faint glow of the bedside lamp casts soft light over my features. My striking blue eyes meet my gaze, a color so vivid they almost seem unnatural. My dark hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, framing a face that Dameon and his mother have often called beautiful.Beautiful.The word feels hollow to me. Beauty doesn’t matter, not when someone discovers the truth of what I am. A hybrid. A creature that doesn’t belong in either world. If he that man from earlier realizes what I truly am, all of this will be over. The life I’ve carefully built here, the fragile sense of safety I’ve managed to hold onto, it will all come crashing down.I tilt my head slightly, studying my features. There’s no visible trace of the monster within me, no hint of the beast that lies beneath my skin. My reflection doesn’t betray the truth.But my scent might.I’m surprised he didn’t pick
Jensen's Point of ViewAs the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, I stir awake, blinking against the soft morning light. Stretching, I feel a lingering calm from last night’s run. The rain had been relentless, but it had done wonders to clear my head. The storm outside had mirrored the storm within me, and running through it had been exactly what I needed.Sitting up, I rub my face, the memory of Rosalee’s horrified expression flashing through my mind. My mate. The one I’ve waited for my entire life. And yet, she seems to want nothing to do with me.I shake my head, willing myself to focus. I can’t let this distract me, not completely. There are still matters at hand that need my attention.Standing, I pull on a fresh shirt and jeans, then lace up my boots. As I button my cuffs, I open a mind link to Nyx and Ronan.“Meet me in the dining hall for breakfast. We need to talk about next steps.”Their replies come quickly, Nyx’s sharp and efficient, Ronan’s gruff but agree
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe soft morning light filters through the curtains as I smooth the last corner of the bed, making sure it’s neat and perfect. The room smells faintly of fresh linens and the lavender cleaning spray I always use. After what happened last night, focusing on the familiar task and the familiar scent helps keep my nerves in check and helps me to keep my mind from wandering to stranger and the implications of what he said. I'm still focusing on my task, bending down and making sure the bed linen is absolutely perfect, when there is a quick knock on the door and it opens. I glance up to see him, the stranger from last night, standing in the door.His intoxicating scent hits my nose, overwhelming the familiar scent of the room and my heart skips a beat, but I quickly plaster a polite smile on my face, hiding the storm of emotions brewing inside of me. Play dumb, I remind myself. That’s the plan. Maybe if I act like I don’t know what he’s talking about, he’ll get bored
Jensen's Point of ViewI stand motionless in the room, staring at the door Rosalee just disappeared through. My chest feels tight, and my Lycan is restless, growling in frustration at my lack of action. Every fiber of my being screams at me to chase after her, to demand answers, to make her face the undeniable truth of what we are to each other. But I force myself to stay rooted in place, clenching my fists at my sides as I wrestle against the primal urge."Why is she doing this?" The thought echoes in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. I’ve never heard of mates meeting and wanting nothing to do with each other. It’s unthinkable. The bond is too strong, too sacred. And yet, here I am, standing in the aftermath of rejection.Her words play over and over in my head, and I can’t shake the haunted look in her eyes. Whatever she’s hiding, it’s something she believes is so terrible that pretending not to understand what I’m talking about is her only option. But what could it be? What could
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe dining hall buzzes with the quiet hum of conversation, the clatter of silverware against plates, and the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby table. I sit at one of the smaller tables near the window, half hidden from the guests, the sunlight streaming through casting a warm glow on the wooden surface.Across from me, Dameon chats animatedly about something, probably a story from his morning shift, but his words barely register. My mind is elsewhere, tangled in the events of the morning.No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the memory of Jensen standing there in that room, his piercing gaze locked on mine, his voice so calm yet insistent. His words echo in my mind, “I know you heard me last night, and I know you feel the sparks.” He wasn’t wrong, but that doesn’t make this any easier.I push a piece of bread around my plate absentmindedly, my appetite long gone. My chest feels heavy with the weight of my thoughts. "Maybe I should just tell him outr
Jensen's Point of ViewI make my way through the quiet hallways of the hotel, my steps purposeful as I head toward Rosalee’s room. I need to talk to her again, to try and make her see that I’m not here to hurt her. As I round the corner leading to her door, I stop in my tracks.There she is, slipping out of her room.Her movements are cautious, her eyes darting around as though she’s making sure no one sees her. Instinctively, I press myself against the wall, masking my scent and softening my steps. My years of training have taught me how to move like a shadow, and tonight, the light rain only adds to my advantage.I follow her at a distance, keeping to the edges of the hallway and then out into the night. She doesn’t notice me as she makes her way toward the forest, her coat pulled tight against the drizzle. Her movements are deliberate, each step carefully placed, as though she’s done this many times before.Once she reaches the edge of the forest, she pauses, looking around again t
Jensen's Point of ViewThe faint light of dawn seeps through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I blink my eyes open, groggy and unrested. My body feels heavy, as if the weight of unanswered questions from the night before has settled into my bones. I had spent most of the night tossing and turning, my mind caught in an endless loop of possibilities, each more improbable than the last."What is Rosalee?" The question echoes in my head as I sit up, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I sigh deeply, frustration bubbling under the surface. Nothing is clearer this morning than it was last night.I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. The chill jolts me slightly, grounding me in the present. I stand and make my way to the bathroom, my movements sluggish and deliberate. The bathroom is small but functional, with a simple shower stall, a mirror above the sink, and a stack of neatly folded towels on a shelf.Turning on th
Rosalee's Point of View The faint glow of dawn fills the kitchen, slightly dispelling the dark of the night and the quiet hum of the early morning welcomes me as I step inside. The hotel is still asleep, the halls silent, except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. It’s peaceful, but my mind is anything but. I didn’t sleep much last night. I kept tossing and turning as my thoughts refused to quiet down. The run in the woods had helped, though, only briefly, because as soon as I returned to my room, Jensen’s presence, his words, his eyes, everything about him seeped back into my thoughts like an unshakable shadow. That’s why I’m here now, in the kitchen, st the break of dawn, long before anyone else has arrived. I needed something to do, something to occupy my hands and quiet my restless mind. I slip on an apron and tie it securely around my waist, taking comfort in the familiar routine. The kitchen is cool and still, the faint scent of flour and spices still ling
Celine's Point of View The steady glow of my computer screen casts a soft blue light over my office, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the old oak furniture. It’s just another day, until I feel the familiar tug of a mind link as someone attempts to connect. With a sigh, I open the link, and Owen’s voice comes through, slightly tense. “Alpha. There is a woman at the border gate. She won’t give us her name, she just keeps insisting that she wants to talk to you.” I frown, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. “Tell her to state why she is here, and if she won’t, then she should leave.” “We’ve tried that, Alpha, but she refuses to leave. She says she will only speak to you and she won’t leave until she does.” Annoyance creeps into my tone. “Fine. Escort her in. I will send her away myself.” “On it, Alpha.” I cut the link and lean back in my chair, staring
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs Jensen and I make our way back toward the pack house, an uneasy feeling twists in my gut.Why would he ask if I’m okay?Did I say something to make him suspicious? Did Nyx say something to him?I swallow down the panic threatening to surface. I have to end this.This spying mission was never mine to begin with, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never been good at it. Jensen is too kind, too open, too trusting. Each time I give information to Freya, it feels less like duty and more like betrayal.I take a slow breath. Just a little longer. I just have to fake it a little longer, and then I’m out.As soon as we step into the dining hall, the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and warm spices fills the air. The room is buzzing with energy, the sound of clinking dishes and overlapping conversations creating a lively atmosphere.I force a bright smile as Jensen and I step into line.He grabs a plate and hands it to me. I take it with a grateful smile, ca
Jensen's Point of ViewI exhale deeply, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension that has been building in my neck throughout the morning. The alliance meeting was a success, but there is still so much uncertainty, especially when it comes to Crimsonclaw.I sit at my mahogany desk, a satisfied smile tugging o my lips as my fingers fly over the keyboard as I type a quick yet professional response to Alpha Lillian’s email.***To: Alpha LillianFrom: Alpha Jensen Dark Moon PackSubject: Re: Alliance Agreement SigningAlpha Lillian,Thank you for confirming your attendance. We are very pleased to have the Crescent Moon Pack stand with us in this alliance. The official signing will take place on Monday at 12:00 PM at the Dark Moon Packhouse.Upon arrival, my Beta Ronan will direct you and your team to the meeting hall, where we will finalize the agreement before the official signing. If you require any accommodations or security measures, please let me know in advance.I look forward to
Rosalee's Point of View I stir awake, my mind clouded with thoughts of last night. The guilt feels heavier today, sitting deep in my chest like a stone. The more time I spend with Jensen, the more I start to doubt everything I have believed up until now. The war, the werewolves, the Lycans... what if I have been seeing this all wrong? I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. This spying needs to end. Today, I’ll gather as much information as I can about the alliance agreement, and if Freya’s so called “friends” don’t want to join, then I’m done. No more secrets. No more betraying Jensen. The decision brings a strange sense of relief, even as the weight of it settles on my shoulders. With a reluctant sigh, I throw back the warm covers and step out of bed. My feet hit the cold floor, jolting me fully awake. I move to the closet, pulling out my usual training attire, black tights, a fitted sports bra, an oversized t-shirt, and my trainers. This has become my go to outfit for my morni
Jensen's Point of ViewThe air in my office is thick with concentration, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard and the occasional rustling of papers. Nyx, Ronan, and I are gathered around my desk, working on finalizing the alliance agreement. The document displayed on the computer screen outlines the terms we’ve spent hours debating, a pact between werewolf packs and Lycans, a united front against a common threat. Crimsonclaw.Ronan leans back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair. His expression is thoughtful, yet resolute. "This alliance will be the turning point for the war between our two species," he says. "Once other packs learn about it, they might be more inclined to join too."I nod my head, my eyes still scanning the screen as I fine tune the wording of a particularly delicate clause. The agreement needs to be solid, binding. Trust is fragile, and we can't afford any misinterpretations that could cause rifts down the line.Nyx, who has been
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe walk back to the SUVs is quiet, the weight of the meeting still lingering in the air. The only sound is the rustling of leaves beneath our feet and the distant call of birds in the trees. The meeting had gone better than expected, but the tension hasn’t fully lifted.Once we climb into the SUV, Jensen takes the driver’s seat, Marcel settles into the front passenger side, while Piper and I slide into the back. The familiar hum of the engine rumbles to life as Jensen starts the car, and we begin the long drive back to the pack’s territory.For a while, no one speaks. The road ahead of us stretches out, winding through the dense forest, the sunlight filtering through the trees in streaks of gold. I rest my head against the cool glass of the window, watching as the trees blur past in shades of deep green and earthy brown.Marcel is the first one to break the silence.“Well, that went a lot better than I expected it too.”Jensen lets out a small chuckle, his gri
Jensen's Point of ViewI take a steadying breath, my gaze sweeping across the alphas gathered around me. The weight of their stares press against me, a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and a deep rooted distrust. The tension in the clearing is thick, but I push forward."I know how all of you feel about Lycans," I begin, my voice firm yet measured. "But now is not the time to let old grudges dictate our future. This threat is bigger than all of us. Crimsonclaw is growing bolder, more ruthless with each attack. They started by attacking Lycan packs unprovoked, small strikes at first, taking just enough lives to weaken them without drawing too much attention."I pause, letting the words settle, watching their reactions. Some remain impassive, but others shift slightly, their interest piqued. I glance toward Marcel, gesturing towards him as I continue."A few days ago, they took it a step further. They attacked Alpha Marcel’s pack and wiped out nearly half of his people. Innocent women,
Jensen's Point of ViewThe tension in the room is thick as we go over the last minute details, everyone keenly aware of how crucial today’s alliance meeting is. The air hums with silent anticipation as I scan the faces of the warriors standing before me."Are you clear on where you will be stationed for the meeting? I want everyone in sight so they don’t feel ambushed." My voice is steady, firm.Josh and the four other men nod their heads in unison, their expressions resolute. They understand the importance of making the werewolf packs feel safe enough to even consider working with us.I turn my attention to Marcel and Piper. “I want you standing with us. I know you’re only here to testify to Crimsonclaw’s cruelty, but I don’t want any surprises.”Marcel nods his head without hesitation, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “Understood. This meeting is too important to let it go sideways because of a misunderstanding.”With the plan set, we make our way outside to the waiting
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs we step into the lake, hand in hand, I brace myself for the shock of cold water, expecting the usual chill that comes with stepping into a natural body of water. But to my surprise, the temperature is perfect, cool enough to be refreshing but warm enough to feel like a gentle embrace against my skin.I turn to Jensen, curiosity flickering in my eyes. “How did you know the water wouldn’t be cold?”He shrugs nonchalantly, his dark brown hair catching the sunlight in reddish streaks. “It just always is the perfect temperature.”I frown slightly, tilting my head. “Haven’t you ever wondered why?”A smirk tugs at his lips, and I already know he’s about to say something teasing. “Well, there’s this legend in my pack that this lake’s water is infused with magic.”I let out a small chuckle at that, the idea sounding almost too whimsical.Jensen’s smirk fades into a playful frown. “What? Lycans, werewolves, and even hybrids can exist, but you draw the line at magic?”