Morana Ambrose.The funeral was brief yet heavy with sorrow, with a heavy cloud of grief and tension hanging over the pack. Benjamin and his wife had been well-loved and respected throughout the pack, and their loss was a sharp, cutting wound that would take time to heal. Pack members whispered amon
Adrian BlackthroneAfter work, I made my way to Morana's bedroom, which had become our shared bedroom over the past few months. The anticipation of seeing her again quickened my steps, my heart pounding with eagerness. As I opened the door, her sweet, intoxicating scent enveloped me, filling my sens
Morana Ambrose.Every emotion poured out of me. Every feeling that I had for Adrian was poured into the kiss. But I wasn't even allowed to have a thought run through my mind when he pulled back and began to remove my pants from my body. His lust-filled eye stared at me while he ripped apart his shir
Adrian Blackthrone. The next day arrived soon. I was filled with a sense of purpose and anticipation. Everyone in the pack was busy preparing for the important meeting where I would announce Morana as the Luna and my mate. The weight of the moment pressed down on my shoulders, but it was a burden I
We moved to the center of the dance floor, and as the music shifted to a slower tempo, I wrapped my arms around her. We swayed to the rhythm, our movements synchronized, as if we had been dancing together for years. I could feel the eyes of our pack on us, but in that moment, it was as if the world
Morana Ambrose. Looking at the video, I felt my blood run cold. My heart pounded rapidly, fear and dread echoing in my chest. The image on the screen—the image of me stabbing Charlotte—was a ghost from my nightmares brought to life. I never thought that horror would resurface, and certainly not lik
Adrian's lips brushed against my forehead in soft, tender kisses. "I've got you," he murmured. "You're safe."His kisses trailed down to my temple, each one gentle, each one a balm to my frayed nerves. The slow, rhythmic beat of his heart against my ear was a steady reminder of his presence and of h
Hazel Moore.Days are blending together like a blur. I'm sitting in my room when a maid calls me for dinner, her voice a distant echo through the hollow silence that surrounds me. Morana has been officially titled as the Luna of the pack, and she's back to herself. I should be happy for her, and I a
“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