Alora’s POVI woke up the next day with great pain stuck in my lower abdomen. I had felt it even before I woke up and I did. The pain doubled as I let out a small whimper, not wanting to wake Morgan, who slept peacefully curled up on my side, his left leg draped over my hip. My pendant began to glow in the dark room, getting hotter by the second. The. Morgan followed, bringing him out of his deep sleep. Sweat slicked my skin, and my body lurched before I could even think. I pushed him away and bent over the side of the bed and puked all I had in my stomach.Morgan’s hands were on me in an instant, steadying my shoulders. His voice broke with raw panic. “Alora!" Goddess, what’s happening?”I tried to answer, but another wave of dry heave overwhelmed me, bile rose in my throat and tears stung my eyes. Morgan lifted me gently, his arms tightening as if he could physically hold me together, and bellowed through the mindlink for the doctor.The door burst open minutes later, and the he
Alora’s POVAnd then, it happened.The sky darkened. The full moon bled red, a sudden wash of crimson light spilling over us.Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, and some of the guests began to shift to their wolf form.There was a smile on Selene’s face. “The Blood Moon had come out to bless this union.”My back arched, my skin shimmering before Nyx burst free, her white and silver fur gleaming like light itself. Power rippled off me in waves. One by one, wolves dropped, shifting, throats bared in submission. To me.Instinctively, my eyes sought only Morgan’s. I bowed my neck, offering submission to him alone.Slowly, Morgan shifted to his wolf form, Ragnar towering over the circle. He lowered his head only to me, and the world seemed to pause.When our gazes locked again, the blood moon faded, leaving room for the full moon to come out once again.Sele
Alora’s POVThe day for my mating ceremony had finally come.There were an array of gowns with colorful patterns to choose from. I struggled with making a decision until my eyes caught one.It was a purple-colored plain lace gown that accentuated my figure and complimented the color of my skin. The gown shimmered under the soft light, purple threaded with silver that only I could bear against my skin.There were also different displays of jewelry, but the silver necklace with hoop earrings was all I saw.Chloe had come in early to help with my make-up and also help me dress up.She stood behind me, his eyes radiating warmth and happiness. “You look like a goddess, Luna,” she said softly.“I feel like one,” I breathed.Chloe wore a sheer silver dress that clung to her exotic curves.As we walked out of the room, Jones was waiting on the balcony.On sighting me, his eyes lit up, and he walked close with a wide grin on his face, followed by Mike, whom I noticed frequented the packhouse a
Morgan’s POVThe chase was swift. Reports flowed back through the link: Violet and Carrick fleeing through back roads, disguised in thick clothes.My warriors hunted them in every nook and cranny of New York City while some trailed them in the clearings.Finally, they were caught trying to cross the packs’ border that was shielded from human eyes.Unknown to them, the pack link triggered the border security guards, and they got them before they crossed over the border .By the time I arrived in town, they were cornered, silver blades at their throats. Carrick’s face was pale, his false dignity stripped bare. Violet clung to him, her red gown torn, her eyes wide with the terror of prey caught in the open.“Alpha King,” Carrick began, trying to mask the tremor in his voice. “There must be some mistake…”“Silence.” My v
Morgan’s POVThe chamber erupted in chaos the instant the impostor healer lunged for Alora. My instincts roared, but another figure moved faster.Chloe.She moved at the speed of light, and before I knew what was going on, she was in front of the Marwen, claws protruding, fangs out. She snarled at her, seizing her by the hair and yanking her backwards so hard, a strangled cry that sounded like that of a witch broke out of her lungs. Alora gasped, curling into herself on the bed, shaking from the after effect of her retching.“Get away from her!” Chloe spat, dragging the woman across the floor like she weighed nothing. Her claws nicked the witch’s scalp, a lone streak of blood running down her neck.Before our very eyes, the healer’s form shimmered, her body breaking apart like smoke in Chloe’s grip. Then she vanished into thin air, leaving a stench of sulfur in the air.“Goddess! What is this creature? I murmured, unable to believe I had let that into our room, to touch my mate. W
Selene’s POVSince the day Alora had slipped and fell in the bathroom, nothing had been the same in the pack house, especially the bedroom of the Alpha. Alora had been sick like a dog, but today it had gotten worse.I had felt it even before the mindlink came through. Morgan summoned me just after sunset. His voice through the mindlink was raw with strain. “She’s not getting better, Selene. Come now please, I am running out of ideas.”He was seated besides her in his bedroom. When he saw me, he stood up, relief flooding his features. “She’s sleeping right now” he said, his eyes drifting to her tiny form longingly. “It comes and goes…the sickness. Some days she’s fine, and then suddenly she’s bent over in pain. I’ve had the healer three times. Nothing.”I pressed my palm against her forehead. She was hot.Leo perched at the foot of the bed, worry etched into his small face, though he tried to hide it by fiddling with the camera Mike had given him.“Mother,” Alora opened her eyes. “I’