LOGINNox’s POV
“What ?! So you got a piece of stupid gift crap along with Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Genital Herpes, Hepatitis, HIV/AIDS and god knows how many more STDs from the Beta Academy ? Aww that is so sweet of you, mate. I guess you got Bronchitis too”, he sarcastically drawled out before sneezing again.
“Well that is very mature of you”, I somehow managed to pull off a cool and nonchalant attitude. I was anything but, at that time.
“You are right. With great hotness comes great maturity and responsibility. Now scoot away from my sight and if possible go and take away your slutty self across the border. Kill yourself or live a crappy life, I don’t care. Just don’t even bother coming back”, he said and the piercing pain in my chest was enough to tell me that his inherent rejection had hurt my wolf.
However, I was not going to let him know that, however furious he made me.
“There he is”, I sang out. “The annoying piece of shit I have always known you to be. I don’t even know how do you live with your disgraceful self”, I retorted. “I don’t know how I could live with you. Let us do each other a good turn and reject each other, hmm ?”
“What did you just say ?” He dared me to repeat before stepping into my personal space while I backed away.
“Stop doing whatever you are trying to do, Xayden”, I firmly spoke but backed away nonetheless to avoid any altercation of the physical kind.
“Alpha”, he growled out.
“Huh ?”
“Alpha. Call me Alpha. I hate hearing my name from your fvcking slutty lips. God knows how many names have you moaned out with that dirty mouth of yours while doing god knows what,” he ground out.
I almost choked at the amount of hatred he spewed at me before my back hit against the wall, trapping me from all sides as Xayden caged me between his hands.
He was a good 4 inches taller and better built than me, afterall.
I knew better than to fight him.
He was one of the strongest Alphas in the continent for a reason.
“Just reject me and give us both a break. And if you can’t then I will do so for us,” I gritted out, only for my hands to be locked above my head in a firmer grip.
“I dare you to say the word ‘rejection’ one more time and I will show you what it truly means, understood ?” He brushed his lips against mine before pulling away. His face immediately contorted into an expression that spelled fury. “Now get out of my sight”, he growled before pushing me away from him as if I was a contagious disease.
“Fvcking gays,” he muttered before leaving me behind. My mate was homophobic !
What had the Moon Goddess done ?
I felt like sliding down the wall and cry at my fate.
What did I do to deserve this ?
Third 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
On the ride home, Aaron pressed in without being told. Kyle’s hand settled firmly on Aaron’s thigh this time, fingers spreading, grounding him through every curve of the road. Not rushing. Not taking. Just reminding him exactly where he was.When they pulled into the driveway, neither of them moved to get off right away.Kyle cut the engine. The sudden quiet was deafening.“You still with me?” Kyle asked softly.Aaron nodded, forehead resting between Kyle’s shoulder blades. “Yes.”Kyle reached back and squeezed his thigh once more—slow, deliberate. “Good boy.”There was that phrase again. Good boy. Aaron’s heart jumpstarted.“You ride well,” Kyle murmured near his ear. “Responsive. Sensitive.”Aaron’s heart almost gave out.Finally, Kyle swung off the bike in one smooth motion.Aaron stayed where he was.The seat was still warm beneath him, legs loose, hands resting uncertainly at his sides. He leaned back instinctively, spine arching as the bike steadied him, breath still uneven from
Kyle didn’t corner Aaron.He waited.That was the difference.If Harvey was heat and pressure, Kyle was gravity—subtle, inescapable, pulling Aaron closer without ever seeming to move.It started with proximity.Aaron would be chopping vegetables, baby balanced on his hip, when Kyle would drift into the kitchen and lean against the counter. Not touching. Just close enough that Aaron could feel his warmth and the carefully dabbed essential oils and enticing scents.“You don’t need to do that,” Kyle said one afternoon, watching Aaron rinse rice three times like it was sacred and chopping vegetables in record time. “I could’ve ordered takeout.”Aaron shook his head. “You said this was your favorite.”Kyle blinked. “I said that once.”Aaron shrugged, embarrassed. “I remember things.”Kyle watched him for a long moment. Then, quietly, “I like that about you. But you are my favourite thing.”Aaron’s hands stilled. Did he really say that?Kyle reached past him for a spoon, his arm brushing Aa







