Yifa knew something had been off when she felt a strange scent permeate the air. It was about midday, and she was starting to get a bit dazed and weak from dehydration, so she hadn't paid heed to the prickles of a predator's stare.It wasn't until a large wolf stepped out in front of her that she felt her heart thud against her ribcage and her breath catch in her constricting throat.Growl low in the throat and teeth bared.Alpha.It was slightly scrawny, but still built with muscle, and from the dark, vicious look in its eyes it was ready to kill.Yifa was frozen to the spot. There was no use running, she'd hardly have time to change even if she tried. The wolf must be a rogue, and judging from its reaction, Yifa had ventured too close into his territory. Rogue wolfs didn't take kindly to outsiders - they had little morals and ethical values. This wolf wouldn't care that Yifa was a weak omega and an absolute threat to no one. He'd have no qualms ripping her apart.Yifa 's hands clen
Yifa blinked up at Elena and Anita , perhaps the only people in the palace that was friendly to her by choice, and tried to ignore the tightness of her throat and the guilt swirling in her stomach, hands shaking from the aftershocks.Elena finally fell in love with Derek and allowed herself to be more than just second chance mates.At this age, they thought that their mates must have died or they were somewhere out there happy with someone else so they decided to get together as well.Surprisingly, Anita was actually Jacob 's true mate. They ended up meeting when they visited Yifa when she was still injuredThey started building their own life together just like Elena and Derek .George , the last brother of the Storm's, was back and he ended up replacing Black as the Head Knight. Yifa met him and he looked scary at first but he was actually a big softie once they get to know him better."Are you alright, Yifa ?" Elena asked quietly, smile so warm.Yifa nodded, suppressing the whimper
Yifa felt a longing ache in his chest.She wished she could have a child too, one day.But if she was to have a child she wanted to be able to raise them in a good place, with a good mate, where they would be treasured and loved. She wondered if Killian ever wanted pups. She brushed off the thought - there was no point dwelling on possibilities that she had now buried.Besides, she could never raise a child here - they'd be ostracised and ridiculed, would have to carry the same burden she did. An innocent child didn't deserve that."Queen - flower!" She grinned, deep dimples in her cheeks. She picked up a fallen flower, still nicely bloomed though a slight brown on the tip of one petal, and tried to tuck it behind Yifa 's ear.Yifa helped her place it securely before taking her hand. "Thank you, Mila."She giggled before walking a few steps back, touching her crown. Then she raised her arms suddenly, facing in a different direction. "Father!"Yifa glanced towards the approaching alpha
Yifa sighed quietly as she watched the snow falling outside their window, and then occasionally to the dying flames in the fireplace. Her head was resting on her hands which lay over the hard plane of her mate's chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breaths.There was a slightly withered flower in their vase beside the bed, probably the last to bloom before this winter started; it was always colder in the mountains, colder than any winters either of them had experienced before. But this winter, Yifa was surrounded by nothing but warmth.When she saw snow, it was always accompanied by a strange nostalgia.She thought of shivering nights and lonely days sitting by the fire, shut indoors and not wanting to go out because of the coldness that would greet her irrespective of the weather.They were now living in the South where Killian was still the Alpha King.This is where they started their life together while they left the Western kingdom to Derek and George .Somehow, though,
Yifa's POV Under the cover of night, a treacherous assault befell our pack, catching us unaware in the depths of slumber. The killers cunningly exploited our vulnerability during sleep, perceiving it as the best moment to strike. It was evident to me that The Water Moon Pack orchestrated this attack, driven by their deep-seated hatred towards us. Our reputation as possessors of the mightiest and most formidable wolves had long stoked their enmity. Moreover, fortune had smiled upon us, as the lycan King had once stood among our staunch allies. Tragedy befell us as the attack unfolded, mercilessly claiming the lives of every member of my pack, including my beloved parents. Amidst the chaos, my survival was owed to the selfless sacrifice of my parents, who hid me in the protective confines of our basement on that fateful day. After the night of the devastating attack, a scene of unimaginable horror greeted me as I went outside. There, amidst a chilling pool of their own blood, lay
Yifa's POV As I cautiously approached the motionless wolves to check their condition, a figure emerged from the surrounding woods. He wore a distinctive blue and yellow uniform, catching my attention. Elena and Anita instinctively backed away, their wariness increasing as they observed five more individuals donning the same attire. However, this time, these newcomers carried weapons. From their uniforms, it was apparent that they hailed from the Western kingdom. "Shift!" the commanding figure in front of me uttered assertively. The leader possessed striking features—an allure emanated from his luscious brown hair and captivating green eyes. He bore resemblance to a majestic tree, exuding an ethereal beauty. Yet, despite his appearance, there was an air of ferocity and strength about him, evident from the abundance of badges adorning his attire, surpassing those worn by his comrades. "Did you not hear him? He explicitly instructed us to shift," the man standing beside him uttered, h
Killian's POV Her words echoed in my mind, penetrating my heart as she intertwined her delicate pinky with mine. "Killian, I love you. I will always love you, I promise." I gazed at her, a gentle smile gracing my lips, before tenderly closing my eyes and planting a kiss on her forehead. But as I reopened my eyes, a surge of panic overcame me. Before me stood a grotesque figure, a distortion of the beautiful woman who had been my mate. Her mating mark bled, a painful reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded. "How could you do this to me?" She cried, her voice laced with anguish. "You've torn me apart." Tears welled up in my eyes as I desperately sought her forgiveness. "I'm sorry, my love. I never anticipated such a dreadful outcome. Please find it in your heart to forgive me," I implored, yearning for her to return, to heal the wounds that had been inflicted upon us. But she began to fade away, slipping from my grasp like a wisp of smoke. Yet, even as she dissipated, I couldn't le
"Your Highness, your esteemed knight and loyal brother has arrived," he announced. I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. As they finally returned, a sense of unease settled within me, as if foretelling an impending event for which I was ill-prepared. However, I dismissed it as mere nervousness and fatigue catching up with me, choosing instead to take a deep breath and welcome them inside. Derek and Black appeared unchanged despite their frequent comings and goings over the past two months. Although visibly weary, they seemed to be in good health. "Ah, I hope this time proves to be the one we've been waiting for," my brother grumbled as he collapsed onto the sofa with a resounding thud. Black chuckled and turned his attention to me. "He's always complaining. I never want to endure another mission with him again," he remarked with a wry smile. I nodded sympathetically and let out a sigh. "I understand your frustration. After all, you've acquired no less than twenty white wolves