Romane von Ash Lennox

WRENThat night I decided not to overthink anything as I stood in front of the mirror for a long time not because I was unsure of what to wear but because for once I wanted to look at myself without asking who I was doing it for. Not Ronan or for the island but just me. I chose a dress that felt like freedom and it feels so soft against my skin. Short enough to make me feel bold but not loud. My hair fell loose down my back and I did not bother taming it. I wanted to feel real. I wanted to walk out knowing that whatever happened next was not because I was trying to be chosen.The club was already alive when we arrived. Music pulsed through the floor, through my bones loud enough to drown out thoughts I did not want to hear. Lights flashed in colors that made everything feel unreal and hazy. Bodies moved together in heat and laughter. Camille grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd shouting something I could not hear over the music. I laughed anyway. Sweat gathered at my templ

WRENI woke up slowly like my body was afraid to face the day. My eyes felt thick and sore my lashes clumped together from crying myself to sleep. My chest felt heavy like something was sitting right on it not crushing me but making sure I could not forget it was there. For a moment I did not know where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar lighter than the one at the cabin and the air smelled faintly like vanilla and something baked. It took a few seconds for memory to settle back into place. The pack house then Camille. Last night.I turned onto my side and curled in on myself pressing my face into the pillow. My head throbbed a little and my nose felt stuffy. I hated waking up after crying. Everything always feel too raw like my skin had been peeled back. Still there was something else there too. A strange sense of calm. The kind that comes after you finally let something out instead of swallowing it whole.When I finally forced myself to sit up, the room felt quiet but not

RONANI stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary my hands resting on the edge of the sink and my head slightly bowed as I stared at my own reflection like it might answer questions I did not know how to ask out loud. The man looking back at me was familiar in features but not in spirit. Same broad shoulders and scar cutting through my eyebrow. Same eyes that had made grown men bow their heads and think twice before speaking. Yet something was different now. Softer in places it had no business being soft. Tired in a way that had nothing to do with lack of sleep.I used to know exactly who I was.Alpha Ronan Darknight. Ruthless when I needed to be. Cold when the situation demanded it. My people respected me because they knew I would never hesitate. Not in war! Not in politics!! Not even in my own home!! I had always believed that was strength and control with distance. I had carried it into my first marriage without thinking twice. My first Luna was kind and loyal and proud

WRENBy the time we reached the pack house, I was barely holding myself upright. My body felt hollow like something essential had been scooped out of my chest and left behind somewhere between the cabin and the long road here. Camille unlocked the door and stepped inside first flicking on the lights chatting softly about which room I could use and how her friends would not mind at all. I nodded at the right moments but I was not really hearing her. My hands were shaking and my throat hurt from swallowing everything I wanted to scream. The second the door shut behind us, the sound of the lock clicking into place felt like the last thread snapping. I broke completely because for some reason I’ve been carrying this burden for long. It was not graceful or quiet or contained. I folded in on myself like my bones had given up. The sob that came out of me was ugly and loud and raw, the kind that tears straight from your chest and leaves your lungs burning. My knees buckled and I sank to t

WRENI turned around because I felt it first. That strange feeling of being watched that crawls up your spine before your mind can catch up. I expected to see Ronan walking toward the cabin or maybe one of the guards passing by. Anyone but her. So when my eyes landed on Piper standing just a few steps away from the porch, I actually blinked like my vision was playing tricks on me.She was leaning against the wooden railing like she belonged there. Her arms were crossed, chin lifted amd gaze dragged over me slowly, sharp and judging like she was already disappointed before I even spoke. I didn’t expect her to change her opinion of me just because we are on an island.“What are you doing here?” I asked before I could stop myself.Her lips curved into something that was not a smile. “That’s how you greet people now Omega? Is that how you were brought up in the pack? Violet would be disappointed.”The mere mention of my mother made my chest ache with many emotions. I miss her but this sh

RONANI sat at the long table with men who talked too much and said nothing at all. Investors, advisers and people who liked the sound of their own voices. They leaned toward each other murmuring numbers and projections, tapping tablets, nodding like everything made sense. I watched their mouths move and barely heard a word. My mind was far from this room. Far from the polished wood and chilled air and false smiles. I had just ended a call with the council back home and the weight of it was still sitting heavy in my chest.Things were not good at allTwo packs were pushing at our borders again. Old grudges with new excuses. The kind of trouble that never really went away, only slept until it smelled weakness. The council wanted reassurance. They wanted results. They wanted this alliance with Mason secured and sealed and wrapped up neatly so they could sleep at night. Ihad told them I was handling it. I had told them to trust me. I had said the words like I always did all steady and

The days that followed were a blurs. The dynamic in the house had irrevocably shifted. The tension was gone replaced by a constant lust. Liam moved through the house like a king in his own depraved court and Elara and Clara were his eager competing subjects. The jealousy Elara had felt had morphed into a new, complex emotion that was possessive pride mixed with a potent and forbidden curiosity about her mother.Tonight the curiosity won. Liam was working late giving them the house to themselves. Elara found Clara in the master bedroom, standing before the full length mirror wearing only a silk robe. She was touching her own neck, a faraway look in her eyes.“Thinking about him?” Elara asked her voice soft as she entered the room.“Always” she admitted her voice a low murmur. “It’s like… I’ve been asleep for ten years and he just woke me up.”Elara walked up behind her placing her hands on her mother’s shoulders. She looked at their reflections in the mirror two versions of the same w

The silence that followed was thick and heavy that is broken only by their ragged panting breaths. The air in the room was charged with the musky scent of sex and something else tha is new and electric. Liam’s body was a dead weight on top of Elara his cock still twitching inside her spent cunt. She could feel his cum, warm and thick starting to leak out of her and run down her thighs.Slowly Liam pushed himself up his movements sluggish. He looked at Elara his expression a tangled mess of awe and fear and a raw possessive pride. Then he turned his head to look at his wife.Clara was still in the armchair her skirt bunched around her waist, her panties dark with her own arousal. Her chest was heaving and her face was flushed a deep crimson. She stared back at them not with anger or betrayal but with a dazed glassy eyed wonder. Her gaze drifted from Liam’s face down his chest to his cock, which was now slipping out of Elara’s bodies glistening with their combined fluids. A soft almos

The jealousy was a living thing inside Elara now, a venomous snake coiling in her gut. Every time her mother Clara kissed Liam’s cheek, every time she held his hand and every time she called him "honey” the snakes fangs sank deeper. The secret fucking in his office, the desperate rides on his cock in the master bedroom while her mother slept wasn't enough anymore. She was tired of being a shadow. She wanted to be the main event.She started planning. It was a nerdy kind of plan full of stuff just like a complex math problem. The goal wasn't just to be caught .it was to win.The first step was to ensure Liam was on edge desperate for her. For two days, she denied him. She wore baggy clothes amd avoided his gaze and locked her bedroom door at night. She could feel his frustration simmering, his alpha instincts prowling behind a wall of forced civility. He was a predator being starved and she was the only meal in sight.The second step was the setup. Friday night. Clara always had a lon

A month had passed since that first night in the office. A month of stolen moments with secret touches amd learning every inch of each other’s bodies. The house was no longer quiet for Elara. Iit was filled with a new kind of tension and secret energy that hummed just beneath the surface. Elara was no longer the innocent nerd, at least not on the inside. She was his. She belonged to her stepdaddy in the most primal way.But the secret was starting to curdle into something ugly in her gut. Jealousy. It was a bitter poison especially when her mother, Clara was around.Tonight was the worst. Clara was home laughing at something on TV, her head resting on Liam’s shoulder. The same shoulder where Elara’s head had been just an hour ago after he’d bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her from behind, his hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her cries. Seeing her mother touch him amd claim him so casually in the light of day made Elara’s blood boil. That was HER daddy. HER alpha.L

The house was always quiet, too quiet for a girl like Elara. She was an omega but a defective one. No wolf, no instincts just a constant anxiety and a brain that was wired for books and numbers, not pack dynamics. Her only solace was her stepfather, Liam. He was the opposite of everything in her world: loud, confident ams an alpha through and through. He filled the silence with his presence, a solid warm wall of muscle and authority that made her feel safe for the first time in her life.And she wanted him. It was a shameful, secret thing she’d nurtured for years. He was everything she wasn’t. His scent was like pine and rain that made her cunt clench with a needy ache she didn’t understand.The turning point was a Tuesday. She’d been reading in the living room wearing one of her old, thin t-shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. The air conditioning was broken and the heat had made her nipples pebble into hard points against the fabric. She’d looked up from her book to find Liam star

Morgan’s POVThe hall fell silent the moment I stepped in. My cloak was gone. My disguise is gone. I stood before them in full Luna regalia with silk clinging to my curves, the silver crown glinting in my hair. No more shadow games and no more hiding in taverns or forests. Let them see me. Let them know who I was.Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers sharp and quick. The Luna. Our Luna. It was her all along.But my eyes weren’t on them. My eyes were on the three men at the front of the hall from Kaelen, broad and furious, fists clenched. Dorian, sharp eyed and calculating already piecing it together. Ronan, arms crossed, jaw tight his steel gaze locked on me.The men I had taken in the shadows. The men who had fucked me, craved me and worshipped me without ever knowing who I was. Now they knew.“You!” Kaelen growled stepping forward with his chest heaving. “It was you.”Dorian’s lips curled in a smirk though his eyes burned. “I should have known. Only you would dare.”Ronan said