Author's POV Wolves clashed, teeth bared and claws slashing. The cold wind carried the scent of blood, rage, and desperation. In the midst of the chaos, Arianna stood tall, her eyes glowing with the newfound power coursing through her veins. The amulets had awakened something ancient within her, something more powerful than she could have ever imagined. She glanced around, quickly assessing the situation. Her pack, the warriors of Winter Moon and Crystal Snow, were fighting valiantly against Andrew’s Lycan army. But she knew that Andrew was the real threat. He had to be stopped, or this would never end. Her eyes flicked to her parents, and Aron and Cherry—who were pinned beneath Andrew’s towering Lycan form. Blood dripped from Aron’s fur, his white coat stained red as he struggled beneath Andrew’s crushing weight. Cherry, limping but fierce, had already tried to help but was swatted aside by Andrew’s brutal strength. Andrew, seeing Arianna standing, snarled. "You think your newfo
Author's POV The tension of the battle still lingered in the air as everyone gathered back at the packhouse. Though the fight was over and the prophecy fulfilled, the air felt heavy. Arianna sat by the large window, staring blankly outside, lost in her thoughts. Xavier stood by her side, watching her silently, sensing the weight on her mind."You should try to rest," Xavier finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, filled with concern. "We’ve been through a lot."Arianna shook her head slowly, her gaze never leaving the window. "It’s not me," she whispered. "It’s Aurora. She’s upset. I can feel her pain, and it’s making it impossible for me to settle."Xavier frowned, stepping closer to her. "Aurora? Is it because of Raymond?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.Arianna let out a slow breath, her eyes filled with conflict. "Raymond is dead, and I’m glad for it. But Fang didn’t deserve this. He was forced to do things he didn’t want to do. Aurora knows it, and i
Author's POV Arianna stood by the window of her room, staring out at the moonlit landscape, her mind wandering as the cool breeze touched her skin.The sound of the door opening behind her pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Xavier’s presence was something she could feel deep within her, a constant warmth that was always there, whether he was physically near or not. "You’re still awake," Xavier’s voice came softly from behind her, his tone filled with quiet affection. Arianna smiled softly, turning her head to look at him. He had already changed into a pair of comfortable pants and a simple shirt, his dark hair slightly tousled, as if he had just run his fingers through it. He looked relaxed, but she could still see the faint lines of concern on his face."I couldn’t sleep," she admitted, her voice gentle. "There’s too much in my head."Xavier crossed the room, coming to stand beside her. He glanced out of the window, his eyes following her gaz
Arianna stirred in her sleep, the warmth of Xavier’s body wrapped around her, his arm resting protectively over her waist. She could feel his steady breathing against her neck, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to melt into his touch. But as her eyes fluttered open, she realized Xavier was already awake, his presence more alert than before.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with the remnants of sleep. His hand gently moved along her side, sending shivers across her skin.“Morning,” Arianna whispered back, her heart fluttering at the feel of his touch. She turned slightly to face him, meeting his piercing gaze that seemed to hold a mix of tenderness and desire. “Did you sleep well?”Xavier gave a soft, amused chuckle. “I slept well enough, but waking up next to you feels better than sleep.” His hand lingered on her skin, and Arianna could feel the need in his touch.She smiled at him, the connection between them crackling like a live wire. There was always
The Winter Moon Packhouse buzzed with excitement and energy, filled with the anticipation of a grand celebration. The air was crisp, and the night sky was speckled with stars, as if the universe itself had decided to join the festivities. Tonight was special—tonight, the pack was celebrating Arianna's newfound powers and the strength she now carried as the fulfillment of the prophecy.Arianna stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting the silver dress Seraphina had insisted she wear. It hugged her figure perfectly, shimmering in the light as if it had been woven from the moon itself. She ran her hands over the fabric nervously, feeling both excitement and anxiety bubble inside her.“You look breathtaking,” Xavier’s voice came from behind her, deep and warm, as he stepped into the room.Arianna turned to face him, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes gleamed with admiration as they roamed over her. She smiled softly, feeling the
The excitement of the past few days had finally settled, and the pack had returned to its normal rhythm. Arianna had been busy training, preparing for the future as the pack’s new leader and the one who had fulfilled the prophecy. Yet, even amidst all the responsibilities and newfound power, there was a yearning in her heart that had little to do with her duty and everything to do with the man she loved.Xavier.They had been through so much together—battles, betrayals, prophecies—and yet, amidst the chaos, there had been little time for just the two of them. Tonight, that was going to change. Xavier had insisted on taking her away from the pack for a night, just the two of them, without distractions. He had been vague about the details, but the gleam in his eyes had been enough to send butterflies fluttering in her stomach.As Arianna stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft, flowing dress she had chosen for the evening, Aurora stirred in the back of her mind.'Are you nervou
Daniella paced the length of her bedroom in the Lunar Packhouse, her fingers trembling as she clutched the letter that had just arrived. Her heart raced, thudding painfully in her chest as she read the words again, as if somehow, they would change.'Raymond is dead.'The words echoed in her mind, louder and louder until it felt like they were shouting at her from all corners of the room. Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled. The letter fluttered to the ground as she grabbed the edge of the nearby table to steady herself. "No… no, this can’t be true!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as tears streamed down her face.Everything in her world, everything she had built her life around—Raymond—was gone. How could this be happening? How could he be dead?Her mind raced back to the last conversation they’d had before he sent her to the Lunar Pack, her father’s pack, for safety. She had argued with him, not wanting to leave his side. But Raymond, as always, had been firm, telling h
Alpha Henry walked through the dark, winding corridors of the old castle where Andrew had taken refuge after the failed attack. His anger simmered just beneath the surface, each step he took resonating with the betrayal and fury boiling within him. He had come with a singular purpose—to confront Andrew. The one who had promised power and unity, but who had let his son-in-law, Raymond, die without lifting a finger to help him. The doors to Andrew's private chamber loomed before him, guarded by two imposing Lycans. Without a word, Henry shoved the doors open, his Alpha aura flaring as he stormed into the room. Andrew, seated in a high-backed chair near the hearth, didn’t even flinch. His calm, indifferent gaze only infuriated Henry further."Andrew," Henry growled, his voice thick with rage, "we had a deal. You swore to back Raymond in this war. And now he's dead."Andrew raised an eyebrow, regarding Henry with cool disinterest. "Ah, Alpha Henry. You seem upset. Sit down. Let’s talk li
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Arianna’s POV “Come on, Uncle Ben! Auntie Alice! Let’s goooooo!” Amara’s high-pitched squeal of excitement echoed through the hallway as she tugged impatiently at Ben’s hand. Her little face was lit up like it was Christmas morning, her blue eyes shining with mischief and anticipation. Ben chuckled, ruffling the soft curls on top of her head. “Hold your horses, princess. We’ve got all day.” “All dayyyy!” Amara mimicked him, bouncing on her toes as she swung their intertwined hands back and forth. “Mommy said I can get whatever I want!” Alice laughed as she slipped on her jacket. “Did she now? Well, we’re going to have a lot of fun spoiling you, then.” Amara grinned wide, already envisioning the mountains of toys and dresses she would collect. “I’m gonna get all the toys, Auntie Alice! And maybe a unicorn!” “Well, let’s see what we can find,” Alice said, smiling down at her favorite little niece, the one who had everyone in the pack wrapped around her finger. “Maybe we can
Arianna’s POV"Xavier!" I shouted, hands on my hips as I surveyed the mess in the kitchen. Flour was everywhere—on the floor, the counters, and even the ceiling, for goddess’s sake. In the center of it all stood my three-year-old daughter, Amara, her chubby cheeks smeared with frosting, holding a wooden spoon like a sword. And beside her, just as guilty, was my mate, my supposedly mature husband, Xavier, looking way too proud of himself.Amara turned to me with her big innocent eyes, the same brilliant blue as her father’s, and giggled. "Mommy, we made a cake for you!"I couldn’t help but sigh. "This looks more like a cake explosion, sweetheart.""It’s... a work in progress," Xavier said, trying to stifle his laughter as he wiped flour off his brow. "We were just... experimenting."I gave him a hard look, crossing my arms. "By 'experimenting,' you mean turning the entire kitchen into a disaster zone?"Amara beamed up at me. "Daddy says it's called 'creative freedom'!""Creative free
Xavier's POV "Look at her, Arianna," I whispered, completely in awe of the tiny figure bundled up in my arms. Our little Amara, our princess, was finally here. Her soft, pink cheeks and tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and I couldn’t believe how small and perfect she was. She looked so peaceful, her little face relaxed as she slept. Arianna smiled at me from the bed, exhaustion still evident in her eyes, but I could see the love and pride in her gaze. "She’s perfect," she murmured, her voice soft. "I can’t believe, She's finally here," Arianna finished, her voice filled with wonder. She reached out, and I carefully passed Amara into her waiting arms. Watching them together—my strong, fierce mate holding our tiny, delicate daughter—something inside me melted. "She’s everything," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Arianna. "I never knew I could love someone so much, and yet here we are—with her." Arianna smiled as she gazed down at Amara, her fingers brushing o
Arianna’s POV"Xavier!" I gasped, clutching my stomach as a sharp pain rippled through me. It felt like someone had taken hold of my insides and twisted them. I stumbled against the doorway, my breaths coming in shallow pants. This wasn’t just a regular pain—this was the moment we’d been waiting for ever since the gender was revealed. Xavier rushed to my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. "Arianna? What’s wrong? Is it—""It’s time," I managed to breathe out, gripping his arm for support. "The baby… she’s coming."His face transformed from shock to determination in a split second. Without hesitation, he scooped me up in his arms, cradling me gently against his chest. "Hold on, love. We’re going to the hospital. I’ll make sure everything is okay."I could only nod, trying to focus on my breathing as the pain came in waves. My body felt heavy, but I knew I had to stay calm—for the baby, for Xavier, for both of us.The journey to the pack hospital felt like a blur. Xavier mo
Xavier’s POV "Xavier! Where’s my ice cream? You said you’d bring it hours ago!" Arianna’s voice echoed through the halls of the palace, a mixture of impatience and frustration lacing her words. I sighed, a smile tugging at my lips as I hurried down the corridor with a large bowl of her favorite chocolate ice cream. Pregnancy had brought out a side of Arianna that was both fierce and demanding, and yet, seeing her this way only made me love her more. She was carrying our pup—our future. The thought made my chest swell with pride. "I’m right here, love," I called out as I entered the bedroom. Arianna was sitting in bed, her swollen belly accentuating her radiant glow. Even though she looked frustrated, I could see the excitement in her eyes when she spotted the ice cream. She was a force of nature, a queen in every sense of the word, and even though her pregnancy had come with mood swings, cravings, and exhaustion, she handled it all with grace. Well, most of the time. "It’s about ti
Arianna's POV The air between us felt charged the moment we entered the room, and I could feel the intensity radiating off Xavier. His eyes darkened, filled with a hunger I knew all too well. My pulse quickened as he closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet space. The only sound left was my heartbeat, racing in anticipation. Without a word, Xavier crossed the room, his gaze never leaving mine. He moved with that lethal grace, a predator watching its prey. Xavier crossed the room in a matter of seconds, his presence looming over me like a storm waiting to break. His eyes, dark with desire, pinned me to the spot as if I couldn’t move even if I tried. I didn’t want to. His raw power and intensity were magnetic, pulling me closer, and the bond between us hummed, alive with emotion and need. “Xavier…” I breathed, barely able to get the word out as my throat tightened with anticipation. He didn’t say a word as he reached for me, his hands firm but gentle a
In the days that followed, Arianna and Alice worked tirelessly to implement new training programs for the warriors, emphasizing unity and teamwork among the packs. They organized drills that showcased the unique strengths of each group, fostering camaraderie and respect.Arianna often found herself reflecting on her newfound role. As the Lycan Queen, she felt a deep sense of responsibility, not just to her own people but to all the beings in their realm. She was determined to honor Clara’s memory by ensuring that no more lives would be lost to betrayal and violence.One evening, as Arianna sat in her chambers, reviewing plans for the upcoming training sessions, she was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Alice stepped in, her expression contemplative.“Arianna, can we talk?” she asked, closing the door behind her.“Of course, Alice. What’s on your mind?” Arianna replied, setting her documents aside.“I’ve been thinking about Daniella,” Alice began. “While I know we must keep a cl
Arianna took a deep breath, steadying herself against the wave of emotions crashing within her. “You’re right, Xavier. We need to handle this delicately. I’ll address the packs and reassure them of our commitment to justice and order.”“Let’s gather the council again,” Alice suggested. “We need to ensure that everyone is informed and on the same page.”With a firm nod, Arianna stood and led the way to the council chamber, Xavier and Alice following closely behind. As they walked through the grand hall, the weight of the impending announcement hung heavily in the air. Once inside the chamber, the atmosphere was tense. The council members exchanged worried glances, their voices hushed as Arianna took her seat at the head of the table.“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” she began, her tone firm yet compassionate. “I have urgent news regarding Alpha Henry. He has been found dead in his cell under suspicious circumstances.”The room erupted into murmurs of disbelief, and Arianna