Avery
“let me out” I wail in frustration, banging the door with all the energy I can muster, hoping someone would be sane enough to free me. Of course that’s just delusion because the moon goddess definitely finds my torture entertaining, if not I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Out of all the people I could possibly be fated with, it just had to be my father’s rival? Just lovely. I sit down on the alpha’s king-sized bed. I have to admit the room looks magnificent. Decorated with different paintings and dark lighting. I am drawn to the dark haunting feel of the room, if only I wasn’t trapped I maybe would have enjoyed the view properly. The door opens and I’m jerked out of my thoughts. Before I see him, I can smell him, a mixture of cedar and pure dominance, sense his overwhelmingly powerful prescence. I hate that his presense makes my wolf purr in excitement, I hate that I can feel the magnetic pull, I hate that I am his fated mate and I hate him in general. As soon as our eyes locked I got up and blocked him from moving forward. He might listen if I put up a fight, the chances are slim but still. “did you miss me?” a sinister smirk plays on his face, who does he think he is? And why do I find it so attractive? “reject me this instant” the words come out of me like venom. His reaction ever so slightly changes but before I can register it he puts on his stoic front again. “I am not going to do that Avery, you will become my luna and i am not going to let you go so you need to make peace with it” his stern look annoys me yet it makes me want to jump on him. “stop fighting our mate, Avery. What is wrong with you?” my wolf scolds me. I shake my head refusing to listen to her nonsense. This man is not a good person and I don’t want anything to do with him. I just want to go back to my pack. This pull I feel will pass but my father’s hatred will not. “I am not doing this back and forth with you. You haven’t eaten properly, you need food” I look at him properly and realize he was holding a tray of food. I was too distracted by him to notice that he was holding food but as soon as I registered it my stomach began to growl in hunger. He was right, I have been malnourished since the day I was brought to this hell hole of a pack. “he brought us food” my wolf yearned in hunger. I shake my head and fold my arms in defiance “not hungry” Kane smirked like he expected my reaction “Suit yourself. But don’t think I’ll let you starve.” His voice is both teasing and dark, a promise laced with certainty. His tone alone made my head spin and wolf purr. Get it together Avery, you are supposed to hate this man. It doesn’t matter how hot he looks or sounds he is still the same man that put you in this situation in the first place. He drops the food on the table at the other side of the room, takes off his shoes and coat and gets on the bed. I focus hard not to look at his toned abs, I really need to stop lusting over this man but it’s everything all at once. His scent, his voice, his aura, his face. Everything about him feels so right but it’s just wrong. I don’t want him, yet I need him as much as I need the food I rejected. This is bad. The alpha is stubborn so I don’t argue about him being on the same bed with me. My wolf is definitely excited though “moon goddess please make this bearable” I mutter under my breath. It’s been at least three hours now and I genuinely think I am losing my mind. I have tossed and turned over a dozen times trying to get this man’s scent out of my mind, get these thoughts out of my head but my wolf is not helping matters at all. She just keeps encouraging every depraved thought that passes my mind. She keeps telling me to allow myself fall for Alpha Kane, I cant do that but every minute that passes makes it harder to resist. The feral urge to let him claim me is mind numbing and I do not know how much I can take. Alpha Kane I watch her toss and turn and it only amuses me. My smirk does not fade as I tell her. “It’s only a matter of time,” I murmur, my voice dripping with confidence. I can already see her losing her mind by rejecting me. I can feel her wolf calling on to mine. Avery meets my gaze, fire burning in hers. “I will never surrender to you.” Her defiance intrigues me, I’ve never met someone as feisty. She’s too stubborn for her own good because if my wolf couldn’t feel hers basically begging for me I might have believed her act but it’s obvious she is rejecting me just because she thinks its wrong. I don’t really care about it being right or wrong, I define my principles and I know she is who I want to make my Luna. Her scent is intoxicating, her beauty can be best compared to ethereal and her confidence exudes the energy of a luna. A woman I would want by my side in good and bad, her father being my enemy is just an added boonus. I have finally gotten back at him where I know it will hurt. After everything that man has put me and my pack through he deserves nothing good. His daughter is the only right thing he has done in his entire pathetic existence. Avery “how long do you think you can fight this? I know you are struggling Avery, I can feel it too” Kane’s confident voice carries the room. It’s dark but I’m sure he has that annoying smirk on. He knows what he is doing and I don’t know how much I can hold back anymore. “I am not fighting anything, please reject me” even though I knew it was pointless “whatever you say Avery, now go to bed”Avery's POV The whispers caame like the wind, soft, but impossible to ignore. Everywhere I walked, they trailed behind me like shadows, brushing against my ears. “Did you hear?” “The Alpha has cast Selene out.” "She begged.” "He showed no mercy.” “She was with another.” The rumors spread faster than wildfire. And I kept my head high. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t speak. I didn’t feed the flames. I had no need to. Dignity had become my armor. Silence, my sharpest weapon. I had spent too many years defending myself, biting back pain with grace. This time, I let the world talk while I simply walked through it. Selene, the name that once held weight in this pack, once dripped with entitlement and venom, was gone. Disgraced. Stripped of every illusion of power she once paraded in front of me. The same women who used to
Kane's POV The air in the packhouse was thick, tense with something I couldn’t quite name until I heard her voice echoing down the hall. Selene Her sharp, clipped tone lanced through the silence like a blade. “You clumsy little thing!” she snapped, voice shrill and soaked in entitlement. “Do you even know what this is worth? Or is your brain too small to understand luxury?” I turned the corner just in time to see the young servant girl flinch, eyes wide and terrified, tea dripping down her wrists and onto the marble floor. Selene loomed over her like a wolf over a rabbit, proud and cruel, forgetting her place entirely. I stepped in before I realized I was moving. “You will treat her with respect,” I said, voice low and cold. I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to. Selena turned, mouth already open to defend herself, probably with some pathetic reminder of who she once wa
Avery's POVI woke wrapped in Kane’s arms, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my back. It was a feeling I hadn't known in years, warmth without fear, closeness without control. For a long time, I just lay there, eyes closed, letting the silence between us speak. Not the silence of estrangement, but something softer. Restful. Healing.He murmured something in his sleep, his fingers twitching slightly as if reaching for me even in his dreams. A smalll smile tugged at my lips, but I knew I couldn’t stay here all morning. I needed a moment. To breathe. To think. To remember who I was outside of him, tooI carefully slipped from his grasp, easing off the bed so as not to wake him. He shifted slightly but didn’t stir.My feet carried me to the my room. The moment I stepped inside, the air felt different, still scented faintly with lavender from an old satchel tucked into a drawer, and the cool morning light poured through the window like a familiar f
Kane's POVThe night was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled deep into your bones. The sky stretched above with stars scattered like forgotten wishes. I sat on the porch steps, elbows resting on my knees, fingers tangled together as I stared at the horizon. The cool wind carried the scent of lavender and pine, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel still.The door behind me creaked, soft and hesitant.I didn’t turned around.But I knew it was herAvery.Her presence was like a ripple,gentle, but impossible to ignore. She stepped closer, the wooden porch boards groaning beneath her weight until she lowered herself beside me. Her shoulder brushed mine. Light, barely there. But enough.Enough to remind me I wasn’t alone.We sat in silence, our breaths syncing with the rhythm of the night. I didn’t want to scare her off with words. She hadn’t been this close in weeks, this close. And I would’ve s
Avery's POVI couldn’t look away from themFrom the moment Kane learned he was a father, something in him shifted. It wasn’t dramatic, there was no grand declaration or overwhelming display of emotion after that first, raw encounter. No, the change was quieter. Deeper. Like the slow turn of the earth beneath your feet, steady, inevitable.The Alpha I had known, ruthless, calculated, commanding, was gone. In his place stood a man with paint-streaked jeans, tangled hair, and a voice several notes higher than necessary while reading stories about dragons, moon bears, and magical wolves who saved the day.He’d never held a toddler before that day in the nursery, but now he carried our son with a confidence that didn’t come from experience, itt came from love.Kane took to fatherhood with a kind of wide eyed eagerness that almost made me laugh. Almost. Because sometimes it hurt to watch, like something in my chest didn’t quite know what to do with
Kane's POV I wasn’t expecting her to reach for me that day Not tonight. Not after the way she’s kept her distance, like she’s been building invisible walls around herself just to survive being under the same roof as me. But then, in the silence of the corridor, she turned to me. Her hand found mine, not firm, not certain, but deliberate. I froze, afraid even a a breath would make her retreat She didn’t say a word. Just led me forward, past portraits on the walls. Her fingers trembled slightly, her pace cautious. I followed her, heart thudding like a war drum in my chest, unsure of what this meant, until she stopped in front of a door. Sky blue. Small. Innocent. The kind of door that had no place in the life I used to live. "I hand painted the door myself after we arrived" She said, then she hesitated for half a heartbeat, then pushed it open. My breath l