MoranaI pushed the door open and strolled through the huge living room. I will have to speak with the Alpha first, and I will inform him about all the things his son has been doing. He must be in the office, because most of the time, Alpha held meetings in the office with my brother. I headed strai
MoranaAs I walked into my bedroom, my mind was heavy with thoughts of what had happened earlier. I had just given up my whole life to him, and I no longer understood what was happening anymore. I was going to marry Elliot, the one I had hated my whole life—the one who had bullied me since my childh
“Rowan…” I sighed, tears filling my eyes. “I have to marry him.”“No, you will not,” he said, his tone hard. He looked at me, his eyes a mixture of anger and disappointment.“I can’t believe this. How could you consider doing it?” he spat as he stared at me in disbelief.“What choice do I have, Rowa
Morana. Rowan and I run through the dense forest, the pounding of our steps echoing through the quiet forest. The tall trees burst past us as we got close to our grandfather’s cabin. We had been running for what felt like hours. It was almost dawn, with the sun rising. Since I was still a wolfess,
Rowan’s grip tightened on my arm. “Morana, please try to understand.” He pleaded. “I’ll hold them off as long as I can, please, you have to run.” Before I could respond, the wolves lunged at us. My brother faced them head-on; his movements were fluid, and his years of training as a fighter and tra
Morana. My consciousness slowly seeped back into my mind. I jolted up while gasping for air, with beads of sweat covering my forehead. Images of my brother being tortured by Elliot kept flashing in front of eyes, sending a chill of horror down my spine. My heart began slamming against my ribcage a
My breath got caught in my throat at the sight of my brother. He was tied to the tree with thick ropes, his face bruised and bloodied. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at his body, covered with bruises and blood running down it. As sense guilt washed over me, This is all because of me. I should’
Morana. Everyone around us was so shocked at the true identity of Adrian. I noticed the sheer terror that filled their eyes when they heard the name of the infamous Lycan king. The weight of his name and his title hung heavy in the air. My eyes were still on Adrian, his words ringing in my head. I
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan