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The Hunt for Auren
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Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate What We're Fighting For
Nyra's POVThere was something sacred about mornings like this, when the sky was soft and silver, and the world, for a brief heartbeat, didn’t feel like it was at war with itself.For the first time in days, I didn’t wake with dread clinging to my ribs.There were no urgent knocks at my door. No scouts out of breath. No burned walls or cursed dreams to chase down. Just the gentle scent of thyme and eggs drifting in from the kitchens and the distant sound of a boy laughing.I lingered in bed for a moment, savoring it.Peace.I didn’t trust it, not really. But I knew better than to waste it.When I stepped into the dining room, I was met with a sight that stopped me in my tracks.Draven was at the hearth, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair mussed and damp from a quick rinse, holding a spatula like it was a weapon he’d half-forgotten how to use. Auren sat at the table, feet swinging beneath the chair as he munched on a slice of fruit, watching his father with gleaming amusement.“You’re
Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate Whispers in the Dark
Nyra's POVThe halls were quiet.Not in a peaceful way. Just… off. Like the whole place was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap. The kind of quiet you don’t make noise is not out of respect, but instinct. Like there’s something just under the surface, listening.After the report. After Draven. In the end, I didn’t return to my room.I didn't even consider my destination.I just walked. And ended up in the east wing.His hallway.I told myself it was a habit. Just checking in. That’s what moms do.But I knew better. Fear had gripped me tightly, and I couldn't let go of it since.When I got to Auren’s door, I stopped.The scent came first from lavender and cedar. Lydia’s sleep blend. The gentle orange light escaping from beneath the door indicated that he hadn’t turned off the lantern. Good. He hated the dark now. He didn’t say it, but I knew.I didn’t knock.I didn't need to.The door shifted as I pushed it open. He was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, back against the h
Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate The Gathering Storm
Nyra's POVWe left before dawn.The forest had a particular silence in the hours before the sun rose, neither hostile nor welcoming, just… waiting. I’d come to recognize that stillness, to treat it like a warning. Like breath held before a storm.Three warriors moved with me: Alek, Kora, and Thane. The best of their ranks, hand-picked by Draven himself. We were heading toward the northern ridge, where strange energy had been reported, birds migrating out of season, animals turning feral, even a cluster of trees that had begun to rot from the inside out.Zaira’s magic had always been more subtle than Kael’s brute force or Selene’s manipulation. Hers crept. It took root like fungus and waited.I started to see the signs.We moved in silence. Our boots pressed gently against the dew-covered earth, barely making a sound. Kora was ahead, tracking, her keen senses reading the forest like a map. Alek guarded our rear, his hands twitching near the daggers at his hips. Thane, the tallest and q
Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate The Hunt for Auren
Nyra's POVSome truths don’t reveal themselves in thunderous moments. They peel back in layers, quiet, deliberate, and unsettling.This was one of those truths.I sat cross-legged in the middle of the archive chamber, surrounded by opened books, scrolls, and fragments of parchment. Candles flickered low in their iron holders, casting long shadows across the floor like reaching fingers. The scent of ink and old dust clung to the air, and my mind hummed with restless tension.Zaira wanted Auren. That much had become unmistakable.But why?She had not touched him physically, not yet. But she’d infiltrated his dreams. Manipulated his fear. Turned his magic into a weapon against himself. That fire two nights ago could’ve taken him if Lydia hadn’t rushed in when she did. My heart still clenched every time I thought of the scorch marks on his walls, the heat warping his shelves, the blackened floorboards that crackled when I stepped on them the next morning.And the look on his face… haunted
Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate Embers of Change
Nyra'S POVThe fire was gone, but I could still feel it everywhere. In the smell of burnt stone that stuck to our clothes. In how Auren hands shook when he held mine too tight at night. In the quiet that filled our halls, thick and heavy.The worst part was not the damage. The worst part was not knowing how close we came to losing him.This morning, I stayed in his room longer than I usually stay. I sat down in the chair that was close to his bed and watched him sleeping. His breathing was good now, but I remembered how it had been those first few nights. Quick and short, like he was still running from something in his dreams.Lydia sat by the window, tired but keeping watch like she always did. Her notebook sat on her lap, filled with notes about his healing. We looked at each other and knew without words. We were both afraid to leave him alone.Today, I had to be more than just his mother. There was work to do. People needed us to keep them safe.Yesterday's meeting left too many th
Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate A Pact Forged
Draven's POVWhen a child cries out in fear and burns down part of a stone chamber with his bare hands, the silence that follows is never peaceful.It’s the kind of quiet that hovers like smoke long after the fire is out.By morning, most of the scorched room had been cleaned. The soot was gone, but the damage lingered, not just on the stones or the blackened shelves that now stood empty, but in Nyra’s eyes every time she glanced toward that hall. Her gaze darted there when she thought no one was watching, as if her heart couldn’t help checking.I knew the feeling.Auren had been stabilized, the boy back under Lydia’s watchful care, guarded by two of my best men and a freshly drawn warding seal inscribed by three witches who’d worked all night. He was still sleeping when I left the chamber, his breaths even, his tiny fist curled under his cheek.Safe. For now.But this wasn’t over. Not even close.That’s why I summoned the council.Only the trusted ones. The elders who’d remained loya
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