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