Upon entering my room, Sergio surprised me by lifting me up in a dramatic bridal style and placing me gently on my bed. I couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. "Was that really necessary?" I asked with a playful grin.He smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Yeah," he said, his voice tinged with humor. "Just making sure my woman gets treated like the Luna she is."I chuckled at his corny remark. "Are you serious?" I retorted, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "There's no way I'll ever be your Luna. I told you, I don't even have my wolf anymore, so that's even more reason." I crossed my arms playfully. "Besides, Felicia or whoever Jake mentioned earlier would make a pretty decent Luna."Sergio's expression softened, his gaze fixed on me. "Berries, or should I say Fernanda," he began, his voice earnest, "to me, the bond between mates shouldn’t just be about wolves. It should be about Love, trust, and understanding. And I feel all these when I'm around you."I shifted on the be
"So… what now?" he asked, that mischievous glint still present. "Do you feel like changing from the nightwear Sarah put you in, to a more outgoing dress? I could excuse myself and wait downstairs with Jake, if you want."His words caught me off guard, and I blinked at him, surprised by the sudden offer. It was as if he was extending an unspoken invitation for me to take charge of the situation. My mind raced for a moment, assessing the options. I realized I did need to change for the mission ahead, but having Sergio around while I did so wasn't exactly practical."I'll need someone's help to change," I replied, my tone indicating that his presence wouldn't be particularly helpful in that moment. I hoped he would get the message without feeling slighted.Sergio's expression softened, his understanding evident. "Alright… take this." He reached into a pocket and produced what looked like a sleek, futuristic phone. Handing it to me, he continued, "If you push the Blue button, Sarah will k
"Let's get going," Sergio declared, his voice carrying a touch of authority. His gaze briefly met mine before turning to Jake, and I followed suit, ready to embark on the next phase of our mission.As we made our way to Sergio's sleek Red Bugatti, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Jake's presence behind the wheel exuded confidence, and I settled into the car, my senses heightened by the importance of the upcoming encounter.The road stretched before us, a path toward the Red Moon pack's territory, where our objective awaited us.As we arrived at the gates of the Red Moon pack, the tension in the air became more pronounced. Sergio's actions spoke volumes as he stepped out of the car, murmuring words to the guards. The gates opened with an almost reverent obedience, allowing us to enter the heart of the pack's territory.I couldn't help but wonder how Sergio had achieved such influence, how he had garnered the respect and deference of those guarding the gate. It was a reminder th
Alpha Charles's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes studying me intently. His skepticism was evident, a testament to the caution required in such matters. "Are you sure? Not mistaken about who this person really is?" he inquired, the weight of his words revealing his awareness of the intricacies at play.A surge of determination washed over me, and I met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "His name is Gabriel," I answered boldly, my voice steady. "He is the Chief Guard of the prisons. Tall, muscular, with a scar above his left eyebrow. Sky blue eyes, and loose black hair that falls down both sides of his shoulders."As the description left my lips, I could sense the atmosphere in the room shifting, the realization of the person I was referring to slowly dawning on Alpha Charles. The details I provided seemed to resonate, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.Alpha Charles nodded thoughtfully, a hint of recognition in his expression. "I think I might just know who you're talking
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him, as if holding onto him was an anchor in the midst of uncertainty. The intensity of the kiss seemed to mirror the depth of our emotions, a silent promise exchanged through touch and breath.But just as the moment seemed to stretch into infinity, a discreet cough in the background served as a reminder that we weren't alone. The presence of Alpha Charles and Jake brought a sudden awareness to the intimate scene that had unfolded between Sergio and me.With a shy yet affectionate smile, I slowly pulled away from the kiss, my heart still racing with the echoes of our connection. Sergio's soft chuckle in response was a testament to the familiarity we shared, the ease with which we navigated these intense emotions.As my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fondness, I met Sergio's gaze with a playful glint in my eye. "You haven't promised me yet," I teased, my voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and jest.Sergio's response was immediat
“You wouldn’t understand. I’ve been through terrible things and trust me you don’t want to hear about them. Those are the reasons why I feel scared about letting any man mark me.” I said, with my left hand on my forehead, portraying my frustration. This maid clearly is oblivious to what Damian did to me. And I’m also scared about Sergio finding out that I’m not a virgin. I’m not sure I’m ready for this. How about I ask her to know if there’s a problem with that. “Besides, I’m sure he’s going to reject me because I’m not a virgin.” I continued, with a tinge of fear in my voice. “That would be left for him to decide. Not many guys care about that. You don’t need to overthink things. Just let him know he’s the only one in your life from then on, okay?” She said, with reassurance. “Okay then. I’ll give it a few more thoughts till I decide I’m ready to get back my wolf. I can’t keep being left behind because I’m weak in this state. Thanks for your time, I really appreciate it.” With that,
Together, we entered the mansion through the grand front door, our footsteps muffled by the luxurious carpet that stretched before us. The ambiance shifted from moonlit wilderness to opulent elegance as we stepped inside. The flickering light of crystal chandeliers cast intricate patterns on the walls, and the distant murmur of voices indicated the presence of the pack's inhabitants.I had received information from Fernanda earlier, guiding us to the left wing of the mansion. It was said to lead to the prison district. As we made our way down a dimly lit corridor, the air felt charged with a sense of secrecy. My heart pounded in rhythm with my footsteps, a mix of adrenaline and tension coursing through my veins.Passing through lavish furnishings, I caught sight of a familiar figure up ahead. Damian, Alpha Draxler’s son, stood in the corner, engrossed in flirting with an Omega maid. My gaze slightly shifted to him as I saw he began fingering her. “What a shameless guy.” I said to mysel
As I closed the door behind me, a sense of finality settled in the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the delicate balance upon which our conversation teetered. I walked a few steps forward, maintaining a respectful distance as a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries that existed between us.Luna Blanca's grey eyes held mine, her small smile conveying an understanding that went beyond mere words. "Guard 12," she addressed me again, her voice like a velvety caress that seemed to wrap around the air between us. The air was charged with an unspoken familiarity, a sense that our roles in this encounter might not be as clear-cut as they seemed.Her command to come in held a sense of invitation, one I didn't hesitate to accept. I moved closer, mindful of the unspoken dynamics at play. The room's dim lighting played with shadows, casting an almost surreal aura over the scene."Why are you behaving a bit weird today?" Her question caught me off guard, and I fought to ma
Two years passed, and on a full moonlit night, Sergio found himself staring at the starry sky, his heart heavy with longing for Fernanda. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and suddenly, he feels her presence, her spirit whispering on the wind. He turns, his eyes widening in awe, as Fernanda's ethereal form materializes before him. Bathed in the moon's radiance, she had returned, forever bound to him and their pack.Their reunion was bittersweet, tears mingling with memories of their love. Fernanda assures Sergio that she is with him always, a guardian from the Celestial realm. She imparts wisdom and strength, reminding him of the love they shared and the purpose that drives him. She also reminded him about his father's wish, for him to find love once more, and continue his bloodline. With renewed determination, carrying Fernanda's spirit within him. He leads their pack with unwavering resolve, a beacon of light in the darkness. They flourish under his guidance, a testament to the un
As I shared the full account of the events that transpired, a palpable tension hung in the air. The truth unfolded, painting a different picture from the malicious narrative Alpha Draxler had woven. The Rose pack warriors, their eyes now opened, offered sincere apologies for their past misjudgment.With the air cleared, the Rose pack united under their true Alpha. I left them to forge their path ahead, knowing they were in capable hands. It was time to visit Alpha Charles, a figure whose influence had played a crucial role in dismantling the oppressive regime of Draxler.Alpha Charles' mansion stood imposingly against the night sky. As I approached, the grandeur of his hospitality greeted me. "Sergio!" he exclaimed, welcoming me with a warm handshake. The opulence of the surroundings was a stark contrast to the simplicity I was accustomed to, but I appreciated the gesture.We settled into a well-furnished room, surrounded by the trappings of wealth. Alpha Charles poured two glasses of
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield-turned-cemetery. A day had passed since the clash that defined the fate of the Black Moon pack and their allies against the Midnight Shadow pack led by the now-defeated Alpha Draxler. The air hung heavy with a mix of sorrow and the stench of lingering conflict, as if the very earth itself mourned the sacrifices made.In the midst of the somber aftermath, we gathered for a funeral – a solemn occasion meant to honor those who had fallen, particularly Fernanda, my Luna. Without her physical remains, we fashioned a symbolic grave, a marker of the void left by her celestial departure. The makeshift tombstone stood as a testament to a love lost but not forgotten.The pack, battered and weary, congregated with a shared heaviness in their hearts. Alpha Charles, Trevor, Gabriel, and every surviving member paid their respects. As the sun's last rays painted the sky in hues of orange and red, we stood united in grief.L
*Sergio's POV*The hazy fog lifted from my consciousness, like a heavy curtain slowly ascending, revealing the stark reality around me. The battlefield, a chaotic tapestry of destruction, told a tale of the fierce confrontation that had transpired. My body felt strangely reinvigorated, the energy coursing through me like a revitalizing elixir. Yet, as my senses gradually came into focus, an invisible weight settled over my chest.I blinked, trying to make sense of the world awakening before me. The scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood permeated the air, a haunting symphony of war. It took me a moment to register Leo's voice echoing in my mind, the familiar timbre cutting through the disorienting haze."She's gone, Sergio. She performed the celestial rebirth which brought you back to life, but at the cost of hers. She truly loved you, bro."Leo's words hung in the air, a heavy truth that crashed over me like a tidal wave. My heart, once numb from the battle's aftermath, no
In the solitude of grief, I felt an unexpected presence behind me. It wasn't the mortal scent of Lycans; it was something that harmonized with the very essence of Nature itself. The energy surrounding this presence intensified with each passing second, casting a mysterious aura in the air. Curiosity, like a dormant flame, flickered to life within me.With Sergio's still form beside me, I turned around slowly to face the enigmatic force. The figure that materialized before me was ethereal, its demeanor transcending mortal boundaries. It held an otherworldly grace, as though it were a deity descended to the earthly realm. My senses tingled with an unfamiliar energy as I tried to comprehend the nature of this being.As I observed, I realized a peculiar similarity between its essence and mine. The realization dawned slowly, like a gentle sunrise. Was this figure my predecessor, a manifestation of celestial ancestry? The confusion swirling within my mind became a tempest of uncertainty.The
*Fernanda's POV*I lay there on the cold, unforgiving floor, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to regain composure. Damian, the embodiment of malevolence, circled me like a vulture reveling in its imminent feast. He seemed amused by my vulnerability, his eyes gleaming with triumph. As he towered over me, I couldn't summon the strength to utter a single word."Catch your breath, Fernanda. We have all the time in the world," Damian mocked, a wicked grin etched across his face. The pain in my abdomen still pulsed, a constant reminder of the recent battle I had fought so desperately to survive."Cat got your tongue?" he taunted, oblivious to my silent suffering. I felt his strong grip on my throat, lifting me effortlessly. The world blurred around me as I choked on both physical and emotional pain. His words cut deeper than any physical wound."You shouldn't have escaped that night," Damian accused, his voice dripping with venom. "Now all the people you love will die because
Sergio's POV*The moon hung in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the battlefield strewn with shadows of the combatants. Breathing heavily, I felt the weight of the shifting tides of the fight. Beside me, Charles and Trevor fought valiantly, their fur matted with sweat and blood. The stench of the ongoing battle lingered in the crisp night air.As we clashed with Draxler, the realization slowly crept upon me – stamina, that elusive fuel of strength, was depleting. A subtle exhaustion coursed through me, and my limbs began to protest. Glancing at Charles and Trevor, their struggles mirrored my own. We were warriors, but even warriors had limits.My lips parted, and a muttered realization escaped, almost a subconscious whisper to Leo, my faithful wolf companion. "Running out of stamina," I confessed quietly, as if sharing a secret with my loyal confidant. Leo's eyes gleamed with understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the shared burden we bore.Alpha Draxler, sensing our vulnerabil
Grinjo's fur bristled with confidence, and his red eyes bore into mine with a mix of arrogance and challenge. I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline, my senses heightened in the primal dance of the battleground. The clash of our packs served as a chaotic backdrop, but in that moment, it was just Grinjo and me, two betas bound by loyalty and duty.He started the conversation, his deep growl carrying a hint of mockery, "You know, Jake, you've got so much potential. It's a shame you're throwing it all away for such a petty reason."I shot him a puzzled look, the words hanging in the air like a lingering challenge. "Petty reason? What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, my fur prickling with curiosity.Grinjo's lips curled into a snarl, his gaze narrowing. "Protecting your Alpha's woman, that's what. You think that's worth risking everything for?"The accusation hung heavy between us, and I couldn't comprehend how safeguarding my Alpha's mate could be deemed petty. My loyalty w
Breaking the silence, Jake's voice reverberated through the night. "Which one of you wants to come at me first?" he challenged, his tone carrying the weight of authority. Grinjo, smirking with confidence, stepped forward, ready to accept the challenge. "Don't get so cocky now," he retorted. "You're still young and inexperienced. What makes you think you could take me alone, much less along with Damian? I think you're getting ahead of yourself, and it'll be my pleasure to put fools like you in your place."The tension between the two wolves simmered, the air thickening with the promise of impending confrontation. Grinjo, with a determined glint in his glowing red eyes, began the transformative process into his own wolf form. A massive ash wolf emerged, its red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. While as large as Jake, Grinjo lacked the same intimidating presence.Turning to Damian, Jake challenged him to join the impending clash. "And you? Aren't you going to shift? Or are you scared?" he