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
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"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 "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 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
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
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Arianna's POV"I didn't do anything, Raymond. Believe me, she is lying." I cried, but he didn't stop. Tears were rolling down my cheeks due to the impact of whip tearing the skin of my back."Raymond, don't be so harsh on her. She just tried to harm our UNBORN CHILD out of jealousy. But she is bleeding, stop now." Daniella showed fake concern, but the way she emphasized the word unborn child was enough for me to understand her real intentions. Hits were getting even more intense because her words provoked him even more.I kept wailing, but it didn't have any effect on him. "Just leave her Raymond. She is good for nothing. She has this audacity just because she is Luna. She thinks so high of herself because you chose her over me. I want to leave the pack. She may harm my baby again in the future." Daniella was spating venom with a fake, scared look."You are not going anywhere. " Raymond said to her. My pain is invisible to him."She is your Luna, and I'm a mistress. Pack members wil
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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