LOGINWhat if your sworn childhood enemy is your mate ? Alphas and Betas of the same pack are usually the best of friends or at best, cordial co-workers and administrators. What if the future Alpha and Beta of a pack, are constantly at each other’s throats since their early childhood ? What will they do when fate plays dirty with them, when they need to not only tolerate each other as prime leaders of a ginormous, powerful pack but also stay together as mates ! Is this the Moon Goddess’ way of mocking them or is this her way to etch a heart thumping, romantic story to teach generations to come that love sees no boundaries ?
View MoreThird PersonThree weeks passed.Vance did not move.The hospital room became his entire world—white walls, steady monitors, the quiet rise and fall of Azrion’s chest. Hunger dulled. Thirst faded. Time lost meaning. He sat in the same chair day after day, fingers wrapped around Azrion’s unmoving hand, as though letting go might finally make it real.This was why he had rejected him.This was why he had endured twelve years of loneliness.To protect him.And now Azrion had thrown it all away.“How could you do this to me?” Vance whispered hoarsely one night, silver eyes burning. “How could you decide my life wasn’t worth keeping you alive?”No answer came.The door creaked softly.Azrion’s fingers twitched.Vance froze.Slowly—agonizingly slowly—Azrion’s eyes opened.Blue. Clear. Alive.“You always accuse me of being selfish,” Azrion murmured weakly. “But you never notice when you are.”Vance surged to his feet so fast the chair clattered backward. “You—” His voice broke. “You’re awake
Characters:Azrion – Xayden and Nox’s Fifth Son and Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack (30 years old)Vance – Trevor and Vanessa’s Eldest Son (30 years old)Third Person“Look! The mafia prince is running into the blazing silver cave!” The Thunderstorm Pack warriors shouted.Azrion personally led the attack while his brothers – Malric, Bryson, Cayden, Quinton, Max, Harvey, Enzo and Lyon followed his command. This was Azrion’s mission, personally requested by him from his parents–Xayden and Nox.His only condition: No one could question his orders.The mission was the hardest known to the supernatural kind. The world believed that the secret, fabled, infamous “Mafia Prince” was behind the cruel blasts in royal castles, superior packs, vampire dens and enchanted forests.Some whispered about powerful black magic and others about an unknown supernatural kind, unknown to all.No wonder the mission involved Xayden and Nox as well. But no one knew why Azrion personally led the dangerous mission
Harvey had learned control early.Control over boardrooms. Over balance sheets. Over other men’s posturing and power plays. Control over the wolf that lived beneath his skin—patient, supreme, coiled tight behind bone and discipline.What he had not learned—what no Alpha was ever truly taught—was how to endure seeing his mate chosen by the pup before he himself had earned the right.The moment Harvey stepped into the house and saw Aaron asleep upright in the bed, their child cradled perfectly against his chest, something in him shifted.The fading imprint-mark on Aaron’s shoulder glimmered faintly to Harvey’s senses, invisible to the eye but roaring to the wolf. The bite marks on Aaron’s palm sealed it.The cub had chosen.And Harvey’s wolf surged forward in response—violent, possessive, reverent all at once.Mine!Harvey sucked in a sharp breath and turned away before the sound became a growl.Kyle noticed immediately.“Harv,” Kyle said quietly, already moving. “You need air, babe.”“
The storm swallowed Aaron whole.Rain lashed his face as he stumbled through the trees, shoes slipping in mud, lungs burning. Branches clawed at his arms, tearing skin already bruised and yellowed from older injuries. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Every crack of thunder sounded like pursuit.He didn’t know where he was going.He just ran. Away.A howl suddenly cut through the storm.Aaron froze.It wasn’t distant. It wasn’t wild in the way wolves on documentaries sounded. This was close. Controlled. Intelligent.And most frighteningly. Predatory.His heart slammed violently against his ribs as shapes moved between the trees—too fast, too quiet. Yellow eyes gleamed in the dark. One. Then another. And another.Then four and five. And finally, the biggest and tallest made an appearance. Slow but dangerous.Aaron backed up slowly, breath shaking. “P-please,” he whispered, uselessly. “I—I don’t have anything—”A growl answered him, low and mocking.The largest shape stepped forward, rain slidi






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