LOGINIvonne's POVI was still staring at Luna Kayla in shock as her eyes continued to glow.Not the faint golden shimmer that Lycans sometimes had when their wolves stirred close to the surface.No.This was different.Her eyes were shining with a bright, almost blinding gold, like molten sunlight trapped behind her pupils.I froze.“Kayla?” I said slowly.She didn’t respond.Her gaze remained locked on my face, but it felt like she wasn’t actually seeing me.“Kayla?” I tried again, stepping closer and gently tapping her arm.That was when the realization hit me.She had entered a trance.My mind immediately flew back to something I had been told when I visited the southern pack. Alpha Adrian, Lady Catherine, and several others had spoken about Luna Kayla with a kind of reverence that I hadn’t fully understood at the time.They had explained that she was… different.Special.Her bloodline descended from a rare mixture of Lycan and ancient Valkyrie women, which gave the women in her family
Ivonne's POV My eyes widened when I looked at the date he was pointing at. “Wait… I do recognize the date! that’s around the year my father was born.” Justin nodded slowly. “Interesting.” He flipped the page. “There’s no exact birthday listed here.” “I know my father’s birthday though,” I said quickly, reciting it. Justin compared the dates. “That’s about a month after this child was placed into the adoption home.” My confusion deepened. “Why would that matter?” Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he asked another question. “What were your grandparents’ names?” “My father’s parents?” I asked. He nodded. “Grandpa Arthur and Granny Shania. They were both simple people from the northern continent,” I said slowly. “Very kind, but nothing unusual. They passed away when I was young.” Justin hummed thoughtfully. Then he pointed to another name on the document. “What about this one?” I stared at the name. Nicholas... the baby's name. At firs
Ivonne's POV I took the package from Justin almost immediately.My fingers closed around it before I even fully realized what I was doing, but the moment the weight of it settled in my hands, however, I had to pause because a sudden thought struck me. I looked up at him sharply. “Did you open it?” Justin shook his head without hesitation. “No.” I studied his face carefully, searching for any sign that he might be lying. “But,” he added calmly, “I believe I have a pretty good guess about what’s inside.” My fingers tightened slightly around the package. “How is that possible if you didn't open it?” The words came out sharper than I intended. “All the things Mr. Archibald sent to me were highly confidential,” I continued, my eyes narrowing. “He specifically told me not to tell anyone about them. So how can you know?.” Justin simply smiled, a small knowing curve of his lips that made my suspicion grow stronger. “Well,” he said lightly, “you’ve already noticed that I know much
Ivonne's pov"That’s insane.”“It gets better,” she added.“What?” I laughed and Denise grinned.“Larry has already gone back to the northern continent to make sure everything is legally finalized. The board members will all sign documents to never challenge you again.”Relief flooded through me.“That’s truly amazing Denise.”Hector wrapped an arm around my shoulders.“I’m proud of you sweetheart.”Before I could respond, Severin and Leo approached us.“Ah,” Leo said. “The honeymooners finally return. Welcome back Alpha and Luna."Severin rolled his eyes.“Yes Welcome, and We have more updates.”“Good news I hope?” Hector asked.“All good,” Severin replied. “More visitors are arriving every day. And some guests who already left are spreading positive reports about the Lycan realm back in their own packs.”“That’s exactly what we hoped for,” Hector said.While they continued discussing logistics, I gently tugged Severin aside.“Quick question,” I whispered.He raised an eyebrow.“What
Ivonne's povI woke slowly, like someone rising through layers of water with the world coming back to me in fragments—warm sheets, the faint scent of cedar from the carved bedframe, and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.And then the dream came rushing back.My eyes snapped open.For a moment I stared at the ceiling, my heart thudding with the strange clarity dreams sometimes leave behind.The great beast spirit Ulfris had appeared in my memory so vividly it was almost unsettling. His deep, knowing voice had echoed inside my head instead of through the air.I could remember the strangeness of his words.I frowned slightly. That was… odd.In the dream he had spoken to me as though I should have been expecting and known he would come.I lay there for a few seconds longer, replaying the moment in my mind, trying to make sense of it.Then I snorted softly.“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath.Of course it must have happened because of the stress of Yesterday.The chaos.
Ivonne's povTears pricked my eyes in that moment but they were not from hurt, instead, they were from the depth of his care."Ivonne, sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "I want to so badly. My wolf is howling for it, clawing to claim you as mine forever. But I can't cause you that kind of agony. Not you."I cupped his face, holding his gaze. "I don't care about any of that. All I know is you belong to me, and I belong to you—for the rest of our lives. And as for The elders? They don't get to decide how or when we show our love. No one will come between us."He looked hesitant, starting to pull back, but I wrapped my legs around him tighter, keeping him inside me. "Hector, Dont doubt what I'm saying. I've negotiated everything with everyone my whole life—deals, alliances, expectations. But this? This is the one thing I want without compromise. I want you for the rest of my life. That's final."His resolve cracked, eyes searching mine. "Ivonne...""Please," I u
Jack's first person POV I rushed toward Tamara, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like I could breathe again. She stood there, frozen, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.“Tamara,” I said, reaching out to her. “Are
Jack's POV I let go of Richard, rushing over to her. “Tamara, are you okay? Are you hurt?” My voice was softer now, the concern leaking through despite my best efforts to stay calm. She shook her head, but she still looked confused, her eyes flicking between me and Richard. “Why didn’t you call m
Tamara's POV The man who handed me my handkerchief stood beside me with a lazy smile playing on his lips. His gaze was warm but mischievous, like he knew more than he was letting on. I couldn’t help but feel a pull toward him, as there was something familiar about him, though I was certain I’d ne
Jack's POV Tamara stood at the head of the table, her back straight and her voice clear as she carried on the meeting. The warriors and other leaders listened intently to her, their eyes fixed on her as she confidently discussed the latest patrol reports. I leaned back in my seat, watching her clo







