Elijah“Elijah…”The way she whispers my name feels like a knife to the chest. How does she do this to me? How does she make my name sound so... perfect?I stare at her, every inch of me fighting to stay in control, but my wolf is clawing at me, begging to take her, to stop this madness. How the hell did I let her go in the first place? My wolf was right. I should’ve thrown her over my shoulder, locked her in my room, anything to keep her from leaving me.She moves to shut the door, her eyes hardening as if that will help her block me out. Like hell I’m letting her do that. I shove my foot against the door, stopping it before it can slam.“Why are you here, Elijah?” She snaps, her voice trembling despite the steel in her tone. “What do you want from me?”“Stop acting like you don’t know why I’m here,” I growl, my voice rough, filled with the ache that’s been tearing me apart since the moment I felt her presence again.Her lips press into a thin line, and she crosses her arms over her
The door clicks shut, leaving me staring at it in stunned silence, Elijah’s words echoing relentlessly in my mind.Second chance mate.The phrase slashes through my heart, leaving a raw ache in its wake. My throat tightens, and my stomach churns violently. My eyes had come across it in the werewolf book accidentally. It’s what happens when a wolf rejects their first mate—they’re given another chance at love, at destiny, with someone else. Someone better suited to them.Does that mean he’s planning to reject me? Is he already imagining another woman in my place?My fists clench at the thought, the sting of his words sharper than I’d care to admit. He had the audacity to say it to my face, as if it wouldn’t matter. As if it wouldn’t hurt.I’m not jealous. I can’t be. I don’t give a damn if he finds another woman. That’s what I want, isn’t it? For him to move on, for me to be free of this forced bond.But the idea of him finding another woman, calling her his mate, giving her everything
Elijah I step out of the elevator onto the top floor, where the walls seem to vibrate with the weight of secrets. The air is colder here, laced with the scent of damp concrete and blood. My wolf, ever restless, growls low in my mind, still enraged that Adam is alive.He touched our mate; it snarls. He should be dead.Not yet. I tighten my jaw, silencing the wolf. Adam’s punishment will come, but it needs to be on my terms.“Alpha,” Caleb’s voice pushes through the mindlink. “Should we keep torturing the bastard?”“No,” I reply curtly, pushing the heavy steel door open. “I need him alive and breathing. No more than that.”I step inside and immediately take in the sight before me. The dimly lit room reeks of sweat and fear. Adam sits slumped in the chair, his arms bound tightly to the wooden frame. Blood streaks his shirt, bruises blooming across his torso and arms, but his face remains untouched, just as I’d ordered.His head lolls forward, but as I step closer, his eyes flicker open.
I wake up with a gasp, my chest heaving as the remnants of the dream cling to me. My skin feels clammy, damp with sweat, and my heart races as if I’ve just been running. The image of those piercing red eyes burns in my mind. They stared at me, unblinking, filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist. Just as I felt them reaching for me—claws ready to tear into my heart—I bolted upright.The sound of heavy rain fills my ears, its rhythmic pounding against the window oddly soothing and unsettling at the same time. I glance outside, and my breath hitches. The sky is a dull, oppressive grey, rain pouring in relentless sheets.“Rain on a wedding day,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. “Isn’t that supposed to be a bad sign?” I shake my head, forcing a weak smile. “No, it’s Christmas. It’s a good day. It has to be.”Sliding out of bed, I walk toward the bathroom, determined to shake off the unease. My bare feet press against the cold floor, grounding me. I light the scented candl
I take an involuntary step back as the man with those terrifying red eyes steps into the hall, his smirk curling like poison across his lips. His face—it’s Adam’s face. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, my instincts screaming at me to run, but my legs feel rooted to the ground.He’s wearing a suit, one that should look sharp and proper, but on him, it seems wrong—off. The sight of him standing there, so confidently, makes the hair on the back of my neck rise. Something in my gut twists violently, and I know, deep down, that this isn’t just Adam.“What… what are you doing here?” I manage to stammer. My throat feels dry, and I fight to steady my breathing. Elijah said he’d handle him. He promised me Adam wouldn’t be a problem anymore. So why... why is he here now?Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall.“RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos.Guests and staff scream as they scatte
Elijah The weight of the moment crashes over me as Ryder steps into my room. His unsettling calm only heightens my unease. Impeccably dressed, he exudes an air of confidence I wish I could muster right now.“Alpha, your mate and mine are already on their way to the wedding hall,” he announces, his voice steady and composed, making my heart skip a beat.I nod, though my pulse quickens. Piper. My bride. My mate. Even if she’s only marrying me to claim her inheritance before planning to divorce me afterward—it doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Because Plan C is foolproof. I’ll take her to my world, where divorce won’t even be an option. She’ll be mine—completely, irrevocably, forever.My chest tightens at the thought of her in the dress I personally ensured would be hers. Custom-made, the finest fabric, the best designer—perfect, just like her. She had no idea it wasn’t a free gift from the store. The image of her walking down the aisle, wearing my mark in every
Piper The metallic tang of blood lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. My hands tremble as I clutch the fabric of Elijah's shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My chest rises and falls erratically, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I don’t know which was more terrifying: watching Elijah’s massive black wolf emerge from him in a grotesque, violent transformation or the way that same wolf shredded my ex like a piece of paper, tearing him apart with a ferocity that will haunt my dreams and Christmas forever.I swallow hard, my throat dry. I can’t tear my eyes away from the blood-soaked ground where Adam’s body—or what’s left of it—lays in ruin. My knees feel weak, and the world tilts slightly, but I force myself to stay upright.He deserved it. I tell myself over and over again, like a mantra. Adam deserved this. Not just for what he did to me, but for what he did to Zoe. My gaze shifts to her, limp and pale as her mate carries her away. She’s in safe hands no
Since Zoe had been in the hospital for nearly a week now, Elijah and I decided it was best to postpone any talk about the wedding officially. Besides, once we returned to his world, there’d still be the Luna and Alpha Ceremony—their version of a wedding. It made more sense to do it there.Christmas, my dream wedding day, had come and gone, leaving behind memories I’d never forget. What was the point of celebrating here if my family and friends couldn’t attend?I’d rather marry him in his world, show them all I was ready to be his mate, even if it terrified me a little.As I walk into the clinic holding a bouquet of bright daisies for Zoe, my thoughts drift. What was going to happen to Elijah’s hotel once we left? Would it run on autopilot, or would he be splitting his time between the human and supernatural worlds? Maybe he’d shut it down altogether? I shake the thought away. Elijah would have a plan—I just didn’t know what it was yet.When I step into Zoe’s room, she’s sitting up, he
Elijah’s POV I arrive at the location, my jaw tightening the moment I recognize it. Of course, it had to be here—our father’s mansion. The man barely sets foot in the human world anymore, but this place still reeks of memories I’d rather bury six feet under. I should’ve known Nicholas would run straight to the only man who ever indulged his darkness. I don’t bother knocking. The front door is unlocked, swinging open with an eerie creak. The house is silent, unnaturally so, like no one’s lived here in years. But I know better. The stench of death lingers in the air, unmistakable, leading me like a beacon. Nicholas. I follow the scent, step after step, down the long, dimly lit hallway. My fingers itch to unsheath my claws, but I force them to stay human. I don’t need my wolf for this—I just need to end it. Then, I see the door slightly ajar at the end of the hall. My heartbeat slows, steady and controlled, as I push it open. Nicholas sits slumped in a chair, his head hanging low,
Elijah stands at the head of the dining table, looking effortlessly handsome. My parents pause for a moment, taking him in, and I don’t miss the way my mother’s breath hitches, or the way Paige’s eyes widen slightly.I smirk, stepping forward. “Mum, Dad, meet my mate—”I catch my slip and quickly correct myself. “I mean, my husband.”Elijah’s lips twitch with amusement as he extends a hand. “Elijah,” he introduces himself smoothly, his deep voice like silk. His gaze is sharp yet undeniably charming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”My mother stares at him like he’s a god. “He’s so… handsome.” She exhales shakily. “I’ve never seen anyone with such deep blue eyes…”I flick my gaze to Paige, whose jaw is slightly slack as she drinks in Elijah’s presence. A slow smirk spreads across my face as I lean back. “What about Greg?” I ask innocently. “Didn’t invite him for dinner? Oh, I bet he’s too busy running away with Mum and Dad’s fortune.” I laugh, a sharp, hollow sound, wiping an imagina
The bar is dimly lit, filled with the stale scent of alcohol and desperation. I weave through the crowd, my sharp gaze scanning every face, every shadowed corner.Then I hear it.A sharp, sickening slap.My ears perk up, my werewolf senses sharpening, and the unmistakable sound of a man's leering voice cuts through the noisy bar.“Come on, sweetheart. Just be nice to me.”“No—let go of me!” a familiar voice protests, laced with exhaustion and humiliation.I snap my head in the direction of the voice and my breath catches in my throat when I see her.Paige.But she’s unrecognizable. Her once-bright blonde hair is dull and faded, her face hollow and tired, her once-proud stance reduced to something small and beaten down. She looks like a ghost of herself.A filthy man with a bulging stomach and greasy hands grips her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he smirks down at her. His other hand lifts again, about to strike—I move.Before his hand makes contact, I shoot forward with in
Elijah takes my hands, his thumb running slowly over my knuckles."Are you ready?"We stand before his massive black wolf painting, the creature’s eyes glowing faintly, watching us—as if aware, as if waiting. This journey is different. This time we are leaving Zoe and Ryder in charge of the pack until we return.I swallow, my gaze flickering to the new painting beside it—my wolf. My own portal to the human world. It still feels surreal knowing I now have access to both worlds. No longer just a human. No longer powerless."Yeah… just nervous," I admit.Elijah’s lips curl into a soft smile. "You’ll be fine, my Luna."His voice drops to a low, melodic hum as he begins to chant, the ancient words rolling off his tongue like a song only wolves understand."Na'vethar ka vethril, se'reythar ka mor'zhil dharani."(Open the gate, reveal the path to the mortal realm.)The moment the words leave his lips, the painting in front of us trembles, the canvas rippling like water disturbed by a stone.
Elijah Two weeks have passed, and yet, I still replay that moment in my head—Piper standing in front of my pack members, fierce and unyielding, defending me with every ounce of fire in her. My mate. My Luna.I should have forced them all to their knees, made them submit with my Alpha command, or cast them out into the streets for their disrespect. But I didn’t. Because I understand their frustration. I know why they acted the way they did. And that’s the difference between a tyrant and a true leader.That doesn’t mean my patience isn’t wearing thin.Right now, I’m sitting at the head of the long council table, my fingers drumming against the polished wood, as the elders argue amongst themselves like a bunch of squabbling hens. My jaw tightens. They’ve been pushing me, testing me, thinking I’ll break under their bullshit.Elder Marcus, the smug bastard, leans forward with a smirk. "Alpha Elijah, the two weeks are up. There has been no announcement of a pregnancy, which means—""Which
PiperThe crowd erupts into laughter—not just a few chuckles or scattered snickers, but a full-blown roar of amusement, as if I’ve just told the most ridiculous joke of the century.The elderly woman who spoke first sneers, her wrinkled face twisting with disdain. “Respect?” she repeats mockingly. “Alpha Elijah doesn’t deserve our respect anymore. He abandoned us for five years—five years while the curse took hold of our people. And now, he waltzes back in as if nothing happened?" Her gaze shifts to Elijah, her expression a mix of contempt and sorrow. "Where was he when we needed him?"The hostility in the air is suffocating.Elijah’s jaw clenches, but he remains silent. Beside him, Ryder looks ready to pounce, his hands curled into tight fists at the blatant disrespect toward his Alpha.Another elder, a man with a hunched back and eyes clouded with age but still burning with resentment, raises his voice. "We suffered. How many years have passed without us seeing our children and gran
Piper’s POVLast night was hell.Even with the walls separating us, I could hear Zoe crying. The sound of it seeped into my bones, and no matter how much I tried to shut it out, it clung to me, thick and heavy. Her pain was suffocating. My heart ached for her, and I cried too—maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just because I couldn’t stand hearing her break like that.When I woke up, my eyes were swollen, and my head pounding from the lack of sleep. Elijah had told me Ryder finally broke the news to Zoe about her babies, and since then, she hadn’t stopped crying. At one point, I even wished I wasn’t a werewolf, that I was still human—because then I wouldn’t have to hear every gut-wrenching sob.Now, as I step out into the cold morning air, I wipe my swollen eyes and make my way toward the entrance of the Luna Court. Elijah had told me we’d be leaving today, that I didn’t need to pack—not that I had much to begin with. Honestly, I was relieved to leave this place behi
Piper’s POVI sprint down the hallway, my breaths coming in sharp, panicked bursts. The walls blur past me, the thick scent of antiseptic and blood clinging to the air, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.Please, let Zoe be okay. Let the babies survive.The thought of her lifeless, her babies lost forever to Serena’s dark magic, squeezes my heart, making it harder to breathe.I push through the clinic doors, and the sight before me makes my stomach drop.Zoe lies on the hospital bed, pale and fragile, her body covered in wires and IV drips. Ryder is sitting beside her, his large hand cradling hers, his thumb gently stroking her skin as if his touch alone could keep her anchored to this world.A sob escapes my lips before I can stop it.Ryder’s head snaps up, his tired eyes meeting mine. His face is etched with grief, exhaustion lining every sharp angle of his jaw. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgement before pressing a lingering kiss to Zoe’s knuckles. Then, he carefully places her
Her scream reverberates through the walls, sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. But I stay pressed against the cold surface, keeping up the act.Serena glares, her chest rising and falling. “I have lived a thousand years,” she hisses. “And I am so close to becoming truly immortal. If I have to destroy all of you a thousand times to get there, then so be it.”She gestures toward Zoe with a flick of her wrist. “Your friend and her unborn children? They’ll give me, what? A hundred years at most? But you, Piper…”She steps closer, her cold breath ghosting against my skin.“The baby growing inside of you… your soul…” She smirks, her voice dropping to a whisper, laced with something dark and triumphant. “That will unlock my immortality.”My entire body goes still.Did she just say…?I have a baby growing inside me?I’m pregnant? Right now?Fuck.A lump rises in my throat as I lift my gaze to Zoe. She meets my eyes with a tired, sad smile—a silent congratulations, though she looks like s