Ryan's eyes darkened with a primal intensity, a spark of possession that thrilled and comforted simultaneously. Then he pulled away from me."If we keep going, I won't be able to stop, love," he tells me.I can feel his body tense in an attempt to hold back his desire."I don't want you to stop, Ryan," I whisper to him."Are you sure, Eve? I've been through a lot today," he begins carefully.I can see him not getting close to me because if he did, he would lose control. But I've never been more ready."Ryan, I know what I want. I want you now, to be yours in every sense of the word, and I want you to mark me." I say and get up from the bed.I take a step towards him, and he has undressed me completely and is now looking at my body. Then his eyes return to mine, obviously seeing my determination because he crosses the distance between us and sinks his lips into mine.Our kiss is a mixture of passion, need, and the unspoken connection that binds us. It's not just a physical act; it's a
Raven didn't immediately answer the question. He looked embarrassed and broken. Ryan invited him into the dining room and offered him coffee. As we settled around the table, several Omegas bustled around, their movements careful and purposeful. They poured coffee with a silent efficiency, arranging an array of sweets that adorned the tabletop. A silent acknowledgment lingered in the air as they tactfully avoided meeting Raven's eyes. "What happened?" I asked again, my voice soft, the room now hushed with the anticipation of Raven's response. "I didn't come for sympathy, but I had nowhere else to go," Raven began, his eyes downcast, avoiding the weight of our gazes. Ryan, sensing Raven's vulnerability, gestured towards the chair, silently offering a seat. "When I got home from Italy, my father was very angry that I hadn't been able to get Ryan to sign the peace treaty," Raven continued. “Did he do this to you?” Ryan's question cut through the air, his eyes ablaze with restrained a
Weeks passed in a whirlwind of preparation. The decision by Raven and Trina to fully embrace their bond brought an air of joy and contentment that resonated throughout the pack. Witnessing their newfound happiness was a source of warmth, a testament to the transformative power of love.Raven immersed himself in assisting Ryan with war training. His expertise introduced innovative tactics and methods of intimidation that the soldiers eagerly adopted. The training sessions became a dynamic collaboration, enhancing the pack's capabilities in anticipation of potential challenges.Simultaneously, I dedicated myself to organizing the grand ball, marking my official announcement as Luna to the pack. The passing of the Women's law, supported by nearly one hundred percent of the votes, signified a significant stride toward equality within the pack.As the truth about my past gradually unfolded to the pack, their responses were overwhelmingly positive. The conversations were filled with underst
Eve’s POV: "You'd better confess before I find it," Ryan demanded. " I know it's you who poisoned Cari. My nose won't lie. The scent of wolfbane leaked out from your room." he accused. I fixed my eyes on his cold ones, "I haven't done anything wrong, Love, I'm your mate, please trust me!" I can’t comprehend why my mate, of all people, didn’t trust me. We've been together since we were 18, bound by a mate connection. He swore that he would protect me for the rest of my life. But now, he looked at me like I was a murderer. “Search her room,” Ryan commanded with the Alpha tone. As Ryan and his subordinates ruthlessly tore apart my room. I knew I was innocent of the grave accusations he hurled at me. No one believed me and it drove me crazy, even though I had proven my loyalty to them over the years. They rummaged through my belongings with frustration and anger, tossing aside precious items as if they were worthless trash. But Ryan allowed it to happen. Every item in that room he
Eve's POV: I walk down the hushed corridors, my heart heavy with the weight of my thoughts. A child's voice interrupts my reverie. "Miss Eve, can you draw with us?" one of the kids calls out. I offer a faint smile and reply, "Kids, I need to make a phone call first, but I'll join you in a moment, okay?" Two years have passed since I was banished from the pack. Amy and I have found our footing in the bustling city, where we launched our own event planning business. But in the quiet corners of my life, the pain of losing my child lingers like a shadow. To find solace and keep the memory of my miscarried child alive, I make it a point to volunteer at a local welfare home. Today is one of those days, a day I dedicate to these visits. The day I lost my child. I reach for my phone and dial my best friend and business partner, Amy. She's the company's director of catering and also owns a bakery, while I manage the overall business. Today, we're handling a company party for the city's la
Eve’s POV: Raven didn't move a muscle. He genuinely looked confused at my actions, as if he hadn't just asked a random woman to marry him. I wasn't entirely sure if he wasn’t just joking. I stood there waiting for him to laugh or even smile to signal to me that he was not completely crazy. "In my culture, when a woman shows you mercy and gives you food, you must marry her," he stated. At least now I got my answer. He's crazy. "In my culture, when a man is a creep, you call the police," I responded slowly, emphasizing each word so he could grasp its meaning. "My fiancé, there's no need for this," he pleaded. "I want to return the favor by providing you security, a home, and sustenance." "Don't call me that," I snapped, frustration seeping into my voice. "As you can see I already have a home, I fed you therefore I also have food. I'm great." "It's fate, my future wife. We must be together," he insisted. "As a matter of fact, we have a saying: fate turns everything around to meet y
Amy looked at me, confused and amazed. I never brought men home. "God, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now," she stammered and started to leave. Before I could stop her and explain, Raven intervened. He wore a conspiratorial smile as he turned to Amy. "We have a witness to our engagement. That's wonderful," he said. Amy's eyes darted between Raven and me, her brows furrowing in bewilderment. I couldn't resist playing along, so I flashed a mischievous smile and decided to join in on Raven's joke. "I got engaged!" I declared, feigning excitement as I showed off the ring on my finger. The shock on Amy's face was evident as she dropped her keys in disbelief. She struggled to process the unexpected revelation, her gaze alternating between my face and the ring. "You did what, Eve?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment. Raven and I burst into laughter. His contagious laughter made it difficult to keep a straight face. "We're just joking, Amy," I finally managed to say through my
Ryan’s POV: I observed the rookies as they practiced. I had taken it upon myself to participate in the training of our future pack soldiers after several months of unprovoked attacks from other werewolves. "Is that what you call running?" I bellowed. "I want you to sprint from one end of the gym to the other in under 5 seconds." The rookies hastened their pace, but they still fell short. My mood was foul, and I found myself venting my frustration on them. One of them stumbled and tumbled to the ground. I strode over to him, gripping the collar of his uniform, and forced him to face me. "What's your name?" I growled. "Cody, Alpha," he replied, his voice trembling. "Can you explain to me why you keep tripping over your own feet, Cody?" I questioned, my tone deceptively calm but laced with an unmistakable threat. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "I don't want your apology; I want an explanation," I snapped. "I'll try harder..." he murmurs. Without warning, I shoved him down and
Weeks passed in a whirlwind of preparation. The decision by Raven and Trina to fully embrace their bond brought an air of joy and contentment that resonated throughout the pack. Witnessing their newfound happiness was a source of warmth, a testament to the transformative power of love.Raven immersed himself in assisting Ryan with war training. His expertise introduced innovative tactics and methods of intimidation that the soldiers eagerly adopted. The training sessions became a dynamic collaboration, enhancing the pack's capabilities in anticipation of potential challenges.Simultaneously, I dedicated myself to organizing the grand ball, marking my official announcement as Luna to the pack. The passing of the Women's law, supported by nearly one hundred percent of the votes, signified a significant stride toward equality within the pack.As the truth about my past gradually unfolded to the pack, their responses were overwhelmingly positive. The conversations were filled with underst
Raven didn't immediately answer the question. He looked embarrassed and broken. Ryan invited him into the dining room and offered him coffee. As we settled around the table, several Omegas bustled around, their movements careful and purposeful. They poured coffee with a silent efficiency, arranging an array of sweets that adorned the tabletop. A silent acknowledgment lingered in the air as they tactfully avoided meeting Raven's eyes. "What happened?" I asked again, my voice soft, the room now hushed with the anticipation of Raven's response. "I didn't come for sympathy, but I had nowhere else to go," Raven began, his eyes downcast, avoiding the weight of our gazes. Ryan, sensing Raven's vulnerability, gestured towards the chair, silently offering a seat. "When I got home from Italy, my father was very angry that I hadn't been able to get Ryan to sign the peace treaty," Raven continued. “Did he do this to you?” Ryan's question cut through the air, his eyes ablaze with restrained a
Ryan's eyes darkened with a primal intensity, a spark of possession that thrilled and comforted simultaneously. Then he pulled away from me."If we keep going, I won't be able to stop, love," he tells me.I can feel his body tense in an attempt to hold back his desire."I don't want you to stop, Ryan," I whisper to him."Are you sure, Eve? I've been through a lot today," he begins carefully.I can see him not getting close to me because if he did, he would lose control. But I've never been more ready."Ryan, I know what I want. I want you now, to be yours in every sense of the word, and I want you to mark me." I say and get up from the bed.I take a step towards him, and he has undressed me completely and is now looking at my body. Then his eyes return to mine, obviously seeing my determination because he crosses the distance between us and sinks his lips into mine.Our kiss is a mixture of passion, need, and the unspoken connection that binds us. It's not just a physical act; it's a
As we pulled into the packhouse driveway, the weight of the recent events pressed down on my shoulders. The familiar surroundings, usually buzzing with lively energy, now stood in solemn contrast to the somber reality we faced. "Eve, love, I'm going to go talk to some members of the pack. I must inform them of the events. Do you mind if I leave you for a while?" Ryan asked gently. "Not at all. Go and do your job, Ray." I replied. "If there's anything, call me." "Of course," I responded, sealing our brief conversation with a kiss. It was a kiss that held both desperation and reassurance, an anchor in the storm that had swept through our lives. The door closed behind Ryan as he left to address the pack, and I found myself standing in the quiet hallway, the echoes of recent events reverberating in my mind. Seeking solace, I retreated to the kitchen. Mechanically, I poured myself a cup of coffee, the familiar routine offering a semblance of normalcy amid the chaos. The warmth of the
Eve's POV: We dressed quickly, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. The revelation of Cari's suicide attempt shook me to the core. Her confessions from yesterday had been a storm, but this... this was a hurricane of despair. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," Ryan said, concern etched on his face. "No, I will come. We're together now, Ryan, and we'll get through this together." He nodded, and his hand found mine. The silent support was enough to bolster my courage. The corridors of the hospital blurred as we hurried to Cari's room, the tension thick between us. Outside the room, the muffled voices of Cari's father and brother reached us. I knocked on the door, and the old Gamma, worn and sleep-deprived, opened it for us, a mixture of exhaustion and worry etched on his face. "Alpha," he greeted, nodding respectfully. "Luna." We entered, and I stood by Cari's bed. Her gaze flickered to me briefly before returning to her brother. "Cari, this must not happen
Eve's POV My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and suspicion as we grappled with the aftermath of Cari's betrayal. The room echoed with the weight of unanswered questions, and I couldn't shake off the gnawing uncertainty that lingered in the air. "So, who the hell was the perpetrator?" I wondered aloud, my voice laced with frustration. "Someone infiltrated our pack, gave poison to Cari, wiped away the real evidence, and planted that damn wolfsbane in my jewelry box." Ryan's expression mirrored my unease, his eyes narrowing as he processed the intricacies of the situation. "We need to find the person who gave Cari the wolfsbane. That stranger is the key to unraveling this mess. He is the one who orchestrated everything." I nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The betrayal ran deeper than we initially thought, and the pieces of this sinister puzzle were scattered, waiting to be put together. "Cari, are you sure you d
Eve’s POV The room fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of Cari's muffled sobs breaking the tension. Her eyes were filled with remorse as she looked at Ryan, desperately seeking forgiveness. "How exactly did you do it, Cari?" Ryan asked thoughtfully, his brows furrowed with suspicion. "Something doesn't add up." Cari blinked at him in confusion, her eyes searching for a way to deflect the intensity of Ryan's gaze. She glared at him, a defensive shield against the probing questions. "I don't understand the question," she said. "I want to know everything. How did you get the wolfbane, where did you sprinkle it in an attempt to poison Eve, everything? I want to know everything," growled Ryan, the authority in his voice cutting through the room. I walked over to Ryan, sensing the escalating tension, and I put my hand on him, attempting to calm him down. His grip tightens, a silent acknowledgment of my presence. "Did you steal it?" I asked in turn, my voice steady. "No,
Eve’s POV After the interrogation, a contemplative hush settled in the room as everyone processed the unexpected twist in the tale. Seeking comfort, I nestled on Ryan's lap, finding solace in his reassuring embrace amid the disquieting revelations. Cari's admission that she had planned to poison me to remove me from Ryan's life hung in the air. It was a revelation that sent a shiver down my spine, as I hadn't fathomed the depth of Cari's resentment. Memories of our shared high school history, marked by occasional clashes, suddenly took on a darker hue. I always tried to be nice to her, I never reacted harshly even to her snarky remarks when I was Luna. I couldn't believe she despised me enough to want to kill me. I rose from my seat with determination, making my way decisively towards the interrogation room. "Where are you going?" Ryan asked, confusion etched on his face. "I have more questions for her. That can't be the whole story," I explained. Ryan followed me, signaling fo
In the morning, I intentionally skipped breakfast, opting to avoid the company of other werewolves. My focus was solely on the impending day and the crucial tasks ahead. Despite a few friends attempting to engage in conversation, I swiftly ended any interaction. Nervous energy coursed through me, urging me to distance myself from everyone, ensuring no one would suspect that something was amiss. Obsessively checking my watch, I peered out of my window, eagerly anticipating Eve's departure for the mall, where our supposed date was scheduled. I had fed her a fabricated story about needing to go to work early in town, setting the stage for the deceit to come. With the knowledge that Ryan's flight had already landed, and he was far from our location, I calculated that the most important warriors would accompany him. This meant minimal security around the Alpha and Luna's room in the house. The moment I spotted Eve's car pulling away from the driveway, I seized the hidden jar containing