Chapter Twenty-Five: A New Day, A New Mind Phera POV:The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my room, gently waking me. I stretched lazily, the soft sheets sliding against my skin, feeling a strange blend of nostalgia and unfamiliarity. It was my old room in the Red Moon Packhouse, but things had changed over the years. The walls were repainted in a calming shade of lavender, and the furniture updated, but there were remnants of my childhood scattered about—old pictures, a few stuffed animals, and some cherished books.Rolling out of bed, my feet met the plush carpet. My movements were a mix of trepidation and excitement. Today, I was supposed to meet with Axel regarding my role in the pack's financial division and also discuss the female warrior training schedule.I made my way to the adjoining bathroom, glimpsing my reflection. My hair was a wild tangle, but my eyes sparkled with determination. I quickly freshened up, letting the cool water chase away the vestiges
Chapter Twenty-Six: A Moment With Axel Phera POV:The sun's last rays stretched lazily across the room, painting everything in a golden hue. Axel, having finished his stretch, ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze lingering on me. There was a warmth in his eyes, reminiscent of the simpler times when we used to share our dreams and aspirations with one another."Phera," he started, "how about we grab dinner tonight? Just the two of us. There's this beautiful spot on the outskirts of the pack territory. Secluded, serene... perfect for a peaceful meal."I hesitated momentarily, but the idea of spending some quality time with Axel, away from the pressing matters of the pack, felt inviting."Sounds like a plan," I said, smiling.He returned the smile, one that reached his eyes, and said, "Great. Let me take care of the arrangements."The evening slowly descended, giving way to a crisp, clear night. Axel led the way, guiding us through the dense woods, the moonlight guiding our path.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Training Day One Phera POV:The quiet hum of the kitchen was pierced by the sudden jingle of my phone, a tone I had custom-set years ago. I didn't need to look; I knew it was Josh. My heart did a little flutter — a blend of nostalgia and anxiety — but I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Josh wasn't just a name from my past; he was my past. Hitting the answer button, I tried to keep my voice neutral, "Hey, Josh.""Morning, sunshine," came his voice, that old familiar flirtatious lilt to it. It had always made me giggle once, but today, it was a reminder of a chapter we had closed. Or at least, I thought we had."To what do I owe this call?" I inquired, taking a sip of my coffee."Just thinking of you, is all. Heard you're back at Red Moon. Big news, considering..."He trailed off, and the unspoken words hung heavily between us. Considering we once dreamt of ruling this pack together. Considering the heartbreak when the reality of my fated mates had shattere
Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Moment With Zane Phera POV:The world around me momentarily faded, everything reduced to the deep timber of Zane's voice, the electrifying proximity between us, and the rhythmic cadence of our breaths. As his words settled in, a playful challenge dancing in his gray eyes, I found my heartbeat drumming an erratic tempo."So, my brothers had their moments, huh?" Zane inquired, a teasing undertone evident. "Seems only right I get mine."His fingers lightly brushed the back of my hand, sending a series of delightful tingles shooting up my arm. I raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Zane, every moment you're around is... unique, to say the least." I emphasized the last words, reminding him of the whirlwind of emotions he often stirred within me. He chuckled, the deep resonant sound stirring something warm within my chest."Unique, huh? I'll take that as a compliment. But really, Luna," he leaned in, his voice dropping to a sultrier tone, "don'
Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Moment Between BrothersDamon POV:The study was an epitome of ancient elegance. Time seemed to stand still among the mahogany bookshelves and exquisite pieces of art, all testaments to the lineage of our pack. But despite the room's calm façade, the atmosphere within was thick with introspection, remorse, and above all, hope.There we sat: three brothers, distinct in our personalities yet sharing a bond that went beyond mere brotherhood. Our connection with Phera, our fated mate, added another layer of depth to our intertwined destinies. Axel, often the voice of reason, stared out the window where moonlight streamed in, dappling the floor with silver patches. "Every moment she spends with us, every shared laughter, every rekindled memory, it's a stitch in the torn fabric of our bond. But, Damon, you need to remember that mending takes time. Sometimes, more than we anticipate."I drummed my fingers against the glass of whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid refle
Chapter Thirty: The Return to Normalcy, or An Attempt ThereofDamon POV: The sun painted the room in hues of gold and amber as I awoke, its rays announcing the break of dawn. As the Alpha of the Red Moon pack and the eldest of the triplets, I've grown accustomed to waking with the sun. There was always so much to oversee, so much to protect. And now, with Phera back, there was so much more at stake.Rising from the bed, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, reflecting on our recent interactions. Phera. My strong, independent Luna, who, despite all odds, had found her way back. Yet, her return had brought along layers of complexities. The bridge between our past and present was fragile, and the path to reconciliation unclear.Downstairs in the kitchen, the aroma of brewing coffee was a welcome lure. Phera was there, standing with an elegance and quiet strength that was unmistakably hers. Her focus was entirely on her task, meticulously preparing breakfast."Morning," I greeted, my vo
Chapter Thirty-One: Maybe a Date?Zane POVThe first rays of dawn broke through the gaps in the curtains, casting a muted golden hue over the room. I groggily opened one eye, the remnants of last night's passion and intensity still coursing through my veins. The feeling of Phera's lips on mine, the electricity that zapped through us - it was all too vivid. Pulling myself out of bed, I glanced at the mirror, taking in the sight of my slightly tousled hair and the day-old stubble that adorned my face. "Get it together, Zane," I muttered to my reflection, splashing cold water to clear the remnants of sleep.As I dressed, my thoughts drifted to Phera. The raw emotions, the passion, the undeniable connection. But it wasn't just about that one stolen moment. It was the culmination of years of suppressed feelings, battles fought, and a bond that seemed to grow stronger, even when tested.Heading downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. Axel was at the kitchen counter, nur
Chapter Thirty-Two: Nervous AF! Phera POV: The dappled sunlight that filtered through the café's glass windows was warm on my skin, casting playful patterns on the white tablecloth. I couldn't help but feel at ease despite the whirlwind of emotions that had been occupying my mind. Seated across from me were Betty and Reese, my two best friends who had known me through thick and thin. The clatter of cutlery and chatter of patrons enveloped us like a cocoon, separating us momentarily from the realities outside."So, spill the tea, Phera. How are things going with the triplets?"Betty nudged, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. She delicately lifted her cup of herbal tea to her lips, the steam rising in gentle curls.Reese leaned in, too, spooning a dollop of froth from her cappuccino. "Yeah, last we talked, things seemed a bit...complicated. Any progress?"Taking a deep breath, I looked at both of them, grateful for the solace their presence provided. "Progress would be an underst