Armata / LeviAs the mansion comes into view, a behemoth of stone and opulence, I can feel the slight tremor in Calista’s fingers where they grip my arm. Her face is ashen, eyes like those of a deer caught in headlights — this wasn’t the goddamn wake-up call I wanted for her. Seeing her, usually so untouchable and fierce, clinging to my side like some scared kid, it stirs something strange in me, a mix of anger and something I can’t quite put my finger on.I didn’t want her to get the picture this way. Sure, she needed to understand the shitstorm that is her legacy — the danger that comes with her name. But not like this, not with this crippling fear that’s latched onto her, seeping into her bones.She’s always been a wild one, bucking against my authority, and I’ve always gotten a twisted kick out of the fire that lights up in her eyes when I invade her space. But now, she needs me close, and it fucks with my head how this doesn’t repulse me one bit.As we pull up, Alpha Dimitrios i
CalistaThe mat is cool beneath my palms, the fabric of my gloves worn and familiar. I throw a punch, another, then a kick, feeling the burn in my muscles, the sweet ache that says I’m getting stronger. Every jab, every uppercut, it’s like I’m hitting back at the terror that’s been clutching at my heart since the attack. With every drop of sweat, I’m reclaiming pieces of myself I thought I’d lost.Armata’s standing there, all coach and no-nonsense, watching every move. “Longer reach, Calista,” Armata calls out, his tone as sharp as the snap of my gloves against the bag. “Hit it like you actually want to hurt it.”I grind my teeth and extend my arm with a snarl, my fist connecting harder, imagining it’s the shadow that haunts me, not just a sack of sand. “How’s that for intent?” I challenge between grunts.His laugh is a low rumble, approval lacing his voice. “Good girl,” he says and heat immediately pools in my core.What the hell.I wouldn’t recognize the girl in the mirror now—swea
Armata / LeviStanding there, in the wake of her departure, I’m gripped by a fierce internal storm. Fucking hell. I was so close, too damn close, to crossing a line I’d drawn in the sand from day one. I lean heavily against the balustrade, the cool metal pressing into my palms, trying to ground the chaos inside me.I watch Calista meld back into the sea of her high-society friends, her laughter reaching me even from here, and it’s like a sucker punch to the gut. She’s a siren in a room full of sharks, unaware of the power she holds, even over me.It’s as if that moment between us—charged, close, a hair’s breadth from a kiss—was just a figment of my imagination.But it wasn’t. It was real, and it’s eating me up inside.I rub a hand over my face, the stubble scratching against my palm, and it pulls a self-deprecating laugh from deep within me. What the hell was I thinking? I’m supposed to be her damn protector, her trainer, not some lovesick asshole who can’t keep his shit—or his hands
CalistaI slam the door to the training room behind me, my heart pounding in a furious rhythm that matches the rage boiling in my veins. Levi—no, Armata, because that’s what he is, just a codename, a role, and nothing more—has crossed a line. I can feel the phantom pressure of his hands on my wrists, the heat of his body too close to mine, and it ignites something within me that’s as close to pure fury as I’ve ever felt.I should be used to this, to him. Levi, with his ever-changing moods and his methods that border on cruel, but last night, something shifted. We nearly kissed. The memory of his closeness, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine—it sends a shockwave through my system, and I’m pissed. Pissed because it means something, and even more because he’s acting like it means nothing.I turn the water on, not bothering to test the temperature before I step under it. It’s hot enough to turn my skin pink, steaming up the shower stall, clouding the air, but it’s nothing compar
Armata / LeviThe sunlight filters through the leaves of the tree I’m leaning against, casting a dappled pattern on the cobblestone, and for a moment, it’s almost picturesque—the kind of moment a man could lose himself in if his heart wasn’t a damned wasteland.I’m watching Calista, her eyes alight with that spark I know all too well, that damned bratty spark that makes my blood heat in the most inconvenient ways. She’s all sass and fire, laughter spilling from her in waves that seem to crash over the entire cafe, infecting everyone with a joy I can barely remember feeling.There’s a grace to her defiance, a beauty to the way she throws her head back and challenges the world with her very presence. She’s got this way of being, bold and unapologetic, and fuck me if it doesn’t make me want to—But then I blink, and I see him. Liam.The scene before me is like a damn paradox. There they are, Liam and Demi, wrapped up in each other’s arms, smiles wide enough to rival the crescent of the m
CalistaPacing the expanse of my bedroom, the luxurious opulence feels suffocating. The brocade curtains, the plush carpets—none of it offers comfort. Levi’s troubled gaze haunts me, his abrupt departure a gnawing puzzle. Did I push him too far? A twinge of guilt coils in my stomach, and I halt mid-step, a breath caught between worry and regret.I halt mid-step, pressing my palms into my eyes, willing away the sting of tears that threaten to betray me. A distant howl, a sound both mournful and wild punctures the silence of the night. It draws me, a siren’s call, to the balcony. The chill of the night air kisses my skin as I push the doors open, stepping into the moon’s soft glow.Down below, the night stretches out with shadows and whispers, and in the midst of it all stands Levi, a solitary figure making his way back, his sweat-soaked clothes sticking to his body, a glistening layer of exertion. What the hell was he up to? Did he shift and run for hours?It’s 3 a.m. The world is sile
Armata / LeviThe first light of dawn seeps through the curtains as I drag myself out of bed. The damned chirping of the birds outside feels like a mockery after a night spent wrestling with my own demons. Sleep had been elusive, slipping through my grasp like smoke, leaving me tangled in a web of fucke up thoughts.With a heavy sigh, I push myself into a sitting position, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The echoes of the previous night reverberate through my mind, the memory of Calista’s persistent presence and the turmoil she stirred within me refusing to fade.My muscles ache, a tangible reminder of the shift into my wolf form and the cathartic run through the forest. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and I curse under my breath. The reflection in the mirror shows a man caught between the jagged edges of duty and desire.Regardless, duty calls, and at 5 a.m., I’m on my feet. I haven’t slept a wink, but this is my routine, my discipline. It doesn’t give a damn abo
CalistaAfter last night’s confession to Levi, I thought things would be super awkward between us, but that’s not the case at all. In fact we’ve been flirting non-stop with Levi not even reeling in his attraction.Of course, this is only when we’re in each other’s company. I don’t know what everyone else would think if they knew how I felt about Levi and how he must feel about me as well. The last thing I want is for my father to send him away thinking Levi ruined me or some shit.As we head to Luna Training, Levi and I continue our banter, the air light for a change. He’s got this way of teasing that keeps me on my toes, and I play along, throwing back quips like we’re in some kind of verbal sparring match.“You ready for the training grind, Princess?” he asks, smirking.I give him a side-eye. “I was trained by the best for weeks, I’m sure I’ll be fine,”He nudges me with his elbow. “Ah, you’re going to give me a big head at this rate, better rein in those compliments.”I chuckle. “
Epilogue Armata / Levi Six months have passed since Calista and I tied the knot, and now it’s time to take her home to my pack. I can sense her nervousness as we drive toward the estate, her hands fidgeting slightly. I reach over, taking her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, Princess,” I say, trying to ease her anxiety. “You’re going to fit right in. They’re going to love you.” She gives me a small, nervous smile. “I hope so, Levi. I just want to make a good impression.” “Where’s that kick-ass attitude from when I met you, hmm?” I tease her with a wink, and she hits my shoulder lightly. “Don’t make fun of me! This is all new to me, okay!” she says, biting her bottom lip. I sigh. “I know, baby, I’m just trying to make you smile.” As we approach the estate gates, I feel a familiar sense of homecoming. I squeeze Calista’s hand again as we drive through, her grip on my hand tightening slightly. When the car pulls up to the main pack house, my heart swells
CalistaAs Levi and I drive towards the hotel for our mini honeymoon, my mind races with a mix of emotions. I’m excited, of course, but also undeniably nervous. The idea of what’s to come, this new chapter with Levi, is both exhilarating and intimidating. Levi, with his rough edges and protective nature, has opened up a part of me I didn’t even know existed. He’s shown me that beneath the façade of the spoilt heiress, there’s a tenderness, a vulnerability that I’ve never exposed to anyone else.As we pull up to the hotel, it’s like stepping into a dream. The hotel is elegant and understated, its ambiance a perfect reflection of our relationship.Walking into the hotel room, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The room is beautiful, a perfect blend of luxury and comfort. The soft lighting and the plush bed seem to beckon us, promising a night of intimacy and connection.Levi pulls me close, his front to my back as his lips brushing against my ear. “Are you okay, Princess?” he wh
Armata / LeviThe day of our marriage officiation is a mix of nerves and understated excitement. Calista didn’t want anything big, which initially struck me as odd. She just wanted it to be a simple affair, something intimate and personal. In a way, it suits us – no grand gestures, just a true union of hearts and souls.Standing in the small, elegantly decorated room, a sense of anticipation courses through me. Today, Calista and I are taking a significant step forward, embarking on a journey fraught with challenges but one we’re both fiercely committed to.The door swings open, and Alpha Nikolaos strides in, his presence as commanding as ever. But it’s the man following him that stops me in my tracks – Liam; my brother, not by blood, but in every way that counts. We haven’t seen each other in months, and his appearance here, now, is both a shock and a profound relief.“Liam!” I exclaim, my voice a mix of disbelief and joy.“Fuck, Levi!” Liam responds, his voice echoing my own warmth.
CalistaClutching onto Levi as we sit in my father’s office, I feel a whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. My heart is still racing from the shock and relief of seeing him return, and the realization of how much I’ve missed him hits me like a tidal wave. I refuse to let go of his hand, needing his grounding presence as we face my father together.“Calista, Levi,” my father begins, his tone serious, “you both seem to have reached a decision.”I tighten my grip on Levi, my voice steady despite the tears that had just subsided. “Yes, we have. We accept the proposal.”My father’s gaze shifts to Levi, his expression scrutinizing. “Levi, you do understand that this means Calista will be leaving with you to join Alpha Nikolaos’ pack?”Levi meets my gaze for a brief moment, his eyes searching mine for any doubt. Turning back to my father, he replies with a firm resolve, “Yes, sir. We’re aware of what this entails, and we’re prepared for it.”My father leans back in his chair, his eyes neve
Armata / LiamRiding back towards the mansion, the steady roar of the bike beneath me is the only thing keeping my racing thoughts at bay. These past two weeks without Calista have been a relentless hell. Every day felt longer than the last, each moment stretching into an agonizing eternity. Being away from her didn’t just bring clarity; it fucking intensified everything I felt for her – every longing, every goddamn unspoken word.I replay our moments together in my head, over and over. Every laugh, every intense stare, every godforsaken time she looked at me and didn’t even realize how much she affected me. Being away from her wasn’t just about missing her physically – though I ached for that too – it was the profound, gut-wrenching yearning for the connection we have. The way she challenges me, pushes me, fucking complements everything I am..Every night away was a goddamn battle against the urge to just say ‘fuck it’ and come back to her. Lying awake in the cabin, I’d think about
CalistaThe following morning, I wake up with a sense of purpose, my mind clear and my decision made. I know what I want, and it involves Levi. Despite everything surrounding us, my heart is certain. I want to be with him, not because of any arrangement or obligation, but because of how I truly feel.As I get ready for the day, I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing Levi, of telling him my decision. I wonder how he’ll react, whether he’ll share my feelings, whether this could be the start of something beautiful and real between us.Heading down to breakfast, I expect to see Levi waiting for me, as has become our routine. But instead, I find Marcus, one of Levi’s men, standing by the door.“Good morning, Marcus. Where’s Levi?” I ask, trying to hide my disappointment.Marcus seems a bit uncomfortable, shifting on his feet. “Good morning, Miss Calista. I’m not sure where Levi is. He asked us to accompany you for the day.”My heart sinks a little. “He’s no
Armata / LeviAs Calista dresses and heads back towards the mansion, a sense of foreboding settles over me. Watching her walk away, a part of me wants to follow, to keep her close. But I know she needs this space, this time to think and decide for herself.I stand there for a moment longer, lost in thought. The simplicity and honesty of our interaction in our wolf forms, it’s a stark contrast to the complexities of our human lives. Out here, in the wild, things are clear, primal. But back there, in the world of duties and expectations, everything is muddled.Turning away from the path she took, I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. I need to think, to plan. Whatever Calista decides about us, about her father’s proposal, it will change things. And I need to be ready for that.I take out my phone, contemplating calling Liam again. He’s been a grounding presence in the chaos of my emotions. But I decide against it. This is something I need to work through on my own.As I walk ba
CalistaTwo days have passed since that conversation with my father and Levi, and the weight of their words still presses heavily on my heart. In need of clarity and space to think, I find myself drawn to the edge of the forest, where the natural world always seems to offer solace.I stop at a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. The transformation is something that always brings me a sense of power and freedom. I close my eyes, feeling the familiar tingling sensation as my body begins to change. My bones shift and reform, my senses heighten, and my skin gives way to a thick, white fur. The transformation is swift, a fluid transition from human to wolf.As my white wolf form takes over, I feel a release from the human complexities that have been burdening me. I take a deep breath, the scents of the forest filling my nostrils, and I begin to run.The ground feels different under my paws, more alive, as I dart through the trees. The wind rushes past me, and I relish in the freedom and
Armata / LeviI watch Calista walk away, her figure retreating into the distance of the house. The conversation we just had with her father lingers in my mind, a storm of emotions and possibilities. Needing a moment to myself, I head outside to patrol, a routine that offers a semblance of normalcy amid the chaos.Standing under the open sky, I pull out my phone, my thumb hovering over a contact I haven’t reached out to in a long time.The one person who might understand the turmoil I’m feeling. I hesitate, my mind racing with doubts. We haven’t spoken much since... everything happened. I know I shouldn’t bother him, but right now, he’s the only one who might understand.Finally, I dial his number, the familiar ringing echoing in the silent night. When he answers, his voice is laced with surprise. “Levi?”I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “Hey, Liam. Yeah, it’s... it’s been a while, I know.”He laughs, a sound that eases some of the tension in my chest. “You could say t