Chapter: A Life FulfilledElowen's POV The sprawling meadow behind the packhouse was in full, glorious bloom, a vibrant, living canvas stretching to meet the horizon. It was a wild ocean of soft lavender swaying gently in the moonlit breeze, dotted with the sun-kissed faces of daisies and the delicate chime of tiny bellflowers. The night was warm, thick with the lingering heat of a long, sun-drenched day, now steeped in that golden hush that only came with the deepest hours of summer. Fireflies, tiny living jewels, danced in slow, mesmerizing spirals through the tall grass, their ephemeral glow flickering like whispered magic, mirroring the silent, ancient pulse of the earth. Above, the stars shimmered—endless, eternal, stretched across the indigo canvas of the sky like a blanket of scattered diamonds, each one a tiny world of light. It was one of those rare, perfect nights when everything felt exquisitely still—when the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself was savoring the profound qui
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
Chapter: Whispers in the Hall – Pack Reaction to Lyra’s PowerElowen's POV The next morning, the grand packhouse, usually a bastion of calm and order, buzzed like a disturbed hive. A palpable tremor of unease, mingled with a surging tide of fervent curiosity, rippled through the gathered members. The word had spread faster than wildfire, carried on the invisible currents of pack telepathy and hushed whispers. Some claimed to have caught the impossible golden light through the upper windows of the nursery, a beacon of otherworldly power. Others swore they had felt a subtle tremor in the very air—like a soft, resonant thunder without a storm, a deep hum that resonated in their bones. But one thing was certain, undeniable, and spoken of in hushed, awe-filled tones: the Luna’s daughter, barely three months old, had done something no newborn of their kind ever had. She had glowed. “Elowen?” Mira, the head omega, a woman of gentle wisdom and quiet authority, approached me cautiously in the bustling hallway. I was rocking Lyra in my arms, attempting
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: The Night Lyra GlowedElowen's POV It began as a deceptively peaceful evening, one that lulled the senses into a false sense of ordinary tranquility. The persistent rain of the afternoon had finally come and gone, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent of wet earth mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming petals from the rain-kissed gardens. The packhouse, usually a bustling hub of activity and conversation, was unusually quiet—almost too quiet, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air. The only sound breaking the serene stillness was the soft, contented cooing of Lyra from her cradle, nestled by the dancing flames of the nursery hearth. I had just stepped out of the nursery, intending to retrieve a fresh cup of chamomile tea, having asked one of the gentle omegas, Elara, to keep a watchful eye on Lyra while I was gone for mere minutes. Ranon, ever the diligent Alpha, was in the training yard, his powerful form likely cutting through the lingering dampness of the air. Alaric, the meticulous strategist,
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: Lyra – 3 Months Old: A House RebornElowen's POV The ancient stone manor had never felt more alive. It wasn't because of the increased number of formidable guards now stationed at every entrance, their presence a silent, unwavering promise of protection. It wasn't even because of the blooming gardens that had seemingly burst into vibrant, impossible life since Lyra’s birth, as if infused with a new, potent magic. No, the true transformation, the undeniable vibrancy that now hummed through every stone, every beam, every shadowed corridor of the packhouse, was the sound of laughter—deep, unfiltered, joyous peals that echoed from dawn till dusk. And it all, unequivocally, came from her. Lyra. She was three months old now, a miraculous miniature of our combined love. Her cheeks were soft and plump, dimpling with every giggle. Her lashes, impossibly long and dark, curled delicately over her luminous eyes. And her laugh… gods, her laugh… it was a pure, melodic sound that could halt even the fiercest Alpha mid-command, disa
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: A Quiet Night – Just Them and LyraElowen's POV The moon, a luminous disc of pearl, hung low in the velvet sky, casting long, ethereal silver shadows that danced and shifted across the bedroom walls. The only sound in the vast, quiet room was the soft, comforting crackle of the hearth fire, its flames a warm, flickering counterpoint to the cool moonlight. That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light. I sat propped against the headboard, my legs curled to one side, tucked comfortably beneath me. My soft, w
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Chapter: The Pack Meets LyraElowen's POV The morning sun, a benevolent cascade of light, poured through the towering stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, painting the ancient stone floor in a breathtaking mosaic of vibrant colors—shards of ruby red, sapphire blue, and molten gold. The grand hearth, at the far end of the hall, blazed with a comforting roar, casting a warm, flickering glow across the vast room as the pack gathered in hushed, expectant waves. Whispers, soft as the rustle of autumn leaves, filled the air. A palpable sense of anticipation hummed beneath the surface, mingling with quiet joy and respectful curiosity. But overriding it all was an undeniable current of reverence, a deep, shared acknowledgment of the sacred moment unfolding. At the very center of the hall, bathed in a pool of multi-colored light, I sat on a raised platform, meticulously cushioned with layers of opulent silks and soft, inviting furs. My body still ached, a deep, persistent throb from the monumental effort of labor,
Last Updated: 2025-07-28
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King
Ava Sinclair is drowning in debt, desperate to save her critically ill twin brother. With nowhere else to turn, she seeks help from Damian Blackwood—her ruthless, emotionless CEO. But Damian has problems of his own. As an Alpha who despises women, he’s being pressured by his powerful grandmother to marry within a week. Furious, he vows to marry on his terms.
A drunken call mistakenly connects him to Ava, where he demands she find him a woman. She misunderstands, insults him, and calls him a pervert. The next day, Damian summons her, revealing he knows about her financial struggles. He offers her a deal—marry him in exchange for clearing all her debts. Ava agrees but sets strict conditions: no touching, no mistresses in their home, and no breaking the contract.
Damian smirks, thinking it will be an easy arrangement—until his wolf stirs at her presence. Despite his hatred for Omegas, his possessiveness grows. His wolf whispers, She is ours. Mark her. But Damian refuses to accept it. His past—his mother’s betrayal—fuels his loathing for the mate bond.
Yet, Ava fights back against his dominance, defying him at every turn. Tension simmers, jealousy flares, and his control begins to shatter. When a rival Alpha targets Ava, Damian is forced into battle—not just against his enemies, but himself. In a moment of desperation, his wolf takes over. He realizes too late—Ava is his mate.
But she’s gone. Kidnapped. Enraged, Damian unleashes his fury, tearing through his enemies. When he finally gets her back, she is broken, unwilling to trust him.
For the first time, Damian Blackwood begs. "Give me one chance, Ava."
But she won’t be caged. Now, he must fight—not as an Alpha, but as a man in love.
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Chapter: Finally! You two are giving me an heir.Ava's POV The drive to the mansion felt like crossing into another world—a sanctuary carved from ancient stone and shadowed woods, far from the city's gleaming towers and venomous whispers. Damian's hand rested on my thigh the entire way, his thumb tracing absent circles over the fabric of my dress, as if anchoring himself to something real amid the chaos we'd left behind. The pup was restless tonight, tumbling and kicking with a vigor that made me wince and smile in equal measure, each movement a reminder that life persisted, fierce and unyielding, even as Hanlon's shadows loomed. My back ached from the day's tensions, a dull throb that radiated down my legs, and the faint nausea from earlier had returned, teasing at the edges of my composure like an unwelcome guest. Pregnancy wasn't the glowing fairy tale of magazines; it was raw, demanding, a constant negotiation between my body and the world.Damian glanced at me periodically, his profile sharp against the twilight glow of the da
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Let them whisper.Ava's POV The kiss lingered like a lifeline in the storm, Damian's lips softening against mine as if he could pour all his rage, all his fear, into that single point of contact. His hand, still raw from the punches, cupped the back of my neck with surprising gentleness, while the other splayed protectively over my belly, where the pup responded with a series of insistent flutters—like tiny drumbeats echoing our shared heartbeat. The office beyond the locked door felt worlds away, muffled by the thick glass walls and the hum of the air conditioning, but I could sense it: the fragile veneer of normalcy cracking under the weight of what had just exploded in the open workspace. Whispers would morph into emails, emails into reports, and before long, Hanlon would have fresh ammunition to twist into knives.I pulled back slightly, my breath mingling with his, foreheads still touching in that intimate space we carved out amid the corporate battlefield. "Damian," I whispered, my voice steady
Last Updated: 2025-10-30
Chapter: You think you can touch what's mine?Ava's POV Trent spun around, his face paling to a ghostly white, eyes widening in terror. "Mr. Blackwood—I didn't mean—" But it was too late. Damian's fist connected with Trent's jaw in a blur of motion—a sharp, brutal crack that echoed like a gunshot, blood spraying from the impact. Trent staggered back, clutching his face, but Damian didn't stop. He grabbed Trent by the collar of his cheap suit, yanking him forward before slamming him against the nearest desk with enough force to scatter papers like confetti, knock over a monitor with a crash of glass, and send a coffee mug shattering to the floor in a puddle of dark liquid. "You think you can touch what's mine?" Damian's voice was ice and fire, laced with a raw, animalistic fury that made the hairs on my arms stand up. His free hand delivered a punishing blow to Trent's gut, the impact doubling him over with a wheezing gasp. Damian's knuckles were already split, blood smearing across Trent's shirt, but he didn't flinch. "You
Last Updated: 2025-10-27
Chapter: Get your filthy hands off her!Ava's POV The elevator doors slid open with a soft, almost mocking chime, spilling us into the throbbing heart of the tower—a vast expanse of glass-walled offices where sunlight fractured into harsh prisms, servers hummed like distant thunder, and the low, ceaseless murmur of ambition defined Damian's empire. The air was thick with the mingled scents of fresh-brewed coffee from the high-end espresso machines, the sharp tang of printer ink wafting from the copy room, and an undercurrent of something metallic, almost electric: tension. It had been building like a storm since Hanlon's venomous visit yesterday, poisoning the atmosphere, turning every glance into a potential betrayal. Staffers glanced up from their ergonomic desks, their eyes lingering a beat too long on us—on me, specifically. My hand was still entwined with Damian's, warm and unyielding, while my other rested protectively on the gentle swell of my belly, where the pup stirred faintly, as if sensing the unease. Whisp
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Chapter: We’re going to be amazing parentsAva's POV The first rays of dawn crept across the mansion’s marble floors, and with them, a subtle shifting of the storm—a quiet, golden promise that the world hadn’t stopped turning, no matter how much the night had tested us.I awoke curled against Damian beneath cool linen sheets, the warmth of his chest pressed to my back, anchoring me to here and now. For a moment, I listened to the rise and fall of his breathing—steady, reassuring, as though each inhale bound together everything we’d built, everything we were fighting to protect. His arm draped over my waist, hand resting protectively on the gentle swell of my belly, where our little one—our pup, as he’d started calling the baby in those quiet, affectionate moments—stirred faintly, a reminder of the joy blooming amid the chaos.Damian stirred behind me, his lips brushing the top of my shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss. When I turned to face him, his eyes were impossibly soft, drained of the usual arrogance and replaced by some
Last Updated: 2025-10-21
Chapter: I couldn’t do this without you.Damian’s POVThe drive home was an exile, each passing streetlight a reminder of everything that had been lost. The city was sodden—buildings blurred and reflected in the slick obsidian of the tarmac, shadows clinging to alleyways where ambition and regret shared cigarettes. The storm’s remnants lingered, just enough to drown the city in melancholy, just enough to remind me what it meant to be hunted by grief.My hands gripped the wheel tighter than required, veins straining against flesh as I replayed the night's events—the boardroom’s betrayal, Hanlon’s venomous threats, and the constant sense of time running out. The jaguar sped up the long drive, headlights carving through mist, until the mansion’s silhouette appeared, bathed in gold beneath the rain-flecked portico. In that moment, it wasn’t just a house. It was a sanctuary, armored by memory and the promise of Ava.The engine cut. The hush of the courtyard enveloped me—a wordless welcome. I sat for a beat, forehead pressed again
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: You’re insatiable.Amara's POV The dawn broke softly over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold, the light filtering through the dense canopy of pines surrounding the lake. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked moss and the lingering musk of last night’s intimacy. I stirred slowly, my body deliciously sore, every muscle reminding me of the triplets’ fervent touches, their whispered vows, the way they’d reclaimed me under the moon’s watchful gaze. Wrapped in their warmth, I felt like a treasure guarded by three wolves, their bodies a fortress of muscle and devotion.Jaxon was the first to move, his arm tightening around my waist as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the crown of my head. His dark hair was tousled, falling into his eyes, which gleamed with a lazy satisfaction as he caught my gaze. “Morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly loved.”I flushed, the heat creeping up my neck as memo
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: Suck me harder, love—just like that.Amara's POV “Yes,” I breathed, no longer able to keep the pleading tremor from my voice. “I want to feel alive. I want to be yours.” He slid into me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, his girth hitting spots Ryder hadn't, making me moan loudly. "Gods, you're dripping with him," he groaned, starting a rhythm that was faster, more playful than Ryder's—teasing pulls nearly all the way out, then deep pushes that slammed home, his balls slapping against my clit with each impact. One hand reached around to rub my swollen bud, circling in time with his thrusts, fingers slick with our combined juices. Caden knelt in front of me on the bed, his cock level with my mouth, thick and veined, the head flushed and leaking. "Open for me, Amara," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while Jaxon fucks you." He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding but not forcing. I obeyed eagerly, taking him in, tongue swirling around the head, savor
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: So wet for us already.Amara's POV The triplets worshipped, healed, and reclaimed me with every touch: gentle as a promise, fierce as an oath. Slowly, methodically, their hands worked down my body, removing every barrier between us. Ryder hooked his fingers into my panties, sliding them down my legs with reverent care, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me, bare and wanting. "Look at you," he breathed, voice hoarse. "So wet for us already. So ready." He tossed the fabric aside, where it landed on the floor with a soft thud, forgotten.Jaxon leaned down, his mouth replacing Caden's hands on my breasts. He took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking in rhythm with Ryder's fingers. "Tell me how that feels," he demanded softly, pulling back to blow cool air over the wet peak, making me arch and cry out, my back leaving the mattress."Amazing," I panted, my hands fisting in his hair. "More... please, Jaxon." The bed dipped as he adjusted, his body pressing
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: Please—don't ever stop.Amara's POV Three pairs of hands mapped my body—tentative at first, as if afraid I might shatter under their touch. Ryder's fingers skimmed my arms, tracing the faint bruises left by Eli's grip, his touch feather-light, almost reverent. Jaxon knelt beside me on the bed, his palms sliding up my sides, bunching the fabric of my torn dress as he went, his breath hot against my skin. Caden, ever the steady one, positioned himself behind me, his large hands settling on my hips, pulling me gently against him so I could feel the solid wall of his chest through his shirt."Amara," Ryder whispered, his voice rough with emotion, eyes locking onto mine. They were storm-dark, filled with a mix of fury and tenderness that made my stomach flutter. "We almost lost you tonight. I can't... I won't let that happen again." His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear I hadn't realized had fallen, the firelight reflecting in his gaze like embers.I leaned into his touch, my own hands reach
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Chapter: Do you want us closer?Amara's POV Ryder’s steady heartbeat drummed beneath my ear—a slow, thunderous echo anchoring me to the earth, to this moment, to them. Each breath I drew grew deeper, the splinters of panic slowly easing, replaced by the solid warmth of the three bodies pressed around me. Night’s chill was relentless, gnawing at my bare skin, but between their muscled limbs, I was cradled in living heat.The triplets surrounded me in a loose circle, their nearness careful, reverent—a silent question on each of their faces: Are you sure? Do you want us closer? They shifted just enough to shelter, but not to smother. Even after tonight—*especially* after tonight—they made it clear that my consent was the only law in this circle.I lay still, letting the soundscape of the forest—crickets, the distant coughing bark of some far-off animal, the soft lap of water at the lake’s edge—bathe away the harsh remnants of Eli’s hands and words. The memory lingered: the brutality, the violation, the way my wolf sna
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: “You left me, Eli! You broke me! And now—”Amara’s POVThe lake shimmered beneath the moon, a black mirror strewn with silver, every gentle ripple catching the light and throwing it softly across the midnight hush. A chill breeze stirred the branches overhead, leaves whispering secrets to the water. The air, crisp and damp, tasted like promise and melancholy. I knelt at the edge, dipping my fingers into the glassy surface, feeling the cold bite clear through me—a shock to cut through the restlessness clawing at my soul.I’d tried to busy myself all evening: wandered the gardens, idled in rooms I never used, listened to clocks tick in distant halls. But it was useless. With the triplets gone to the pack's emergency council, this place—the grand mansion, the forest, even the moon itself—felt empty, too quiet, too vast. The bond, our bond, pulled tight and hot, coiling inside me like a live wire. It hurt, this waiting. It hollowed me, made me ache in places I hadn’t known existed until I met them.I sighed and hugged my knees to
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