Elvira
I gasped for air, my throat burning as if I’d been screaming for hours. My wrists ached, the sharp bite of metal digging into my skin. I tried to move, but the clinking of chains told me I was trapped. Where am I? It was dark, cold and suffocating. The air smelled damp, like decay. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to piece together my last memory. Wolfbane…..I had been sent to Elder Marwen’s hut to retrieve the sacred vial that would seal my mate bond with Alpha Deric of Shadowfang Pack. I remembered the excitement thrumming in my veins, Deric and I had exchanged letters for months, planning this day. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally meet my mate. But I never made it back. I clenched my fists, wincing at the sting of cuts and bruises. My body ached, throbbing with pain I couldn’t remember earning. Something wasn’t right, how did i end up here? Suddenly, I heard muffled voices above me. The steady sound of a crowd. A ceremony. My blood ran cold. A pack gathering? But why? I strained to listen, my body frozen in fear. Then, a familiar voice echoed through a microphone, clear and triumphant. Felen, my stepmother. "Tonight, we celebrate the sacred union between Shadowfang Pack and Bloodmoon Pack! A bond sealed by the Moon Goddess herself. Let us welcome Elyra to the stage!" My breath caught in my throat. No. That wasn’t my name. I struggled against the chains, my pulse hammering. Someone else was taking my place. Someone was pretending to be me. "NO!" I tried to scream, but my voice was weak, barely audible. My throat was raw, my body too battered to fight. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the panic climbing its way up my chest. How? How did this happen? Tears burned the back of my eyes as another name was called. "Alpha Deric!" A roar of approval followed. The mate bond flared inside me, hot and stinging, only to be replaced by a searing agony that shattered through my soul. My mate was bonding with someone else. The connection was breaking. My body convulsed, my bones aching as if they were about to snap under the weight of betrayal. And still, no one heard me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the pain was unbearable. Every second felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. I wasn’t just forgotten, someone trapped me here to take my place. Twelve Hours Ago….. "Please, can I send Martha instead? The tailor called me earlier for the final fitting," I asked, keeping my voice careful, measured. Felen stilled, then slowly lifted her gaze to me. "Say that again," she murmured. I hesitated. "I’m sorry—I just thought—" Her hand shot out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her nails bit into my skin. "You thought?" she repeated, her voice steel . "And who told you you were even allowed to question me, Elvira?" My pulse pounded. She stepped closer, studying me like I was something beneath her shoe. "You forget your place so easily. Perhaps I should remind you." My body locked up. I knew what reminders meant. "I’ll deliver it," I rushed out, my voice barely audible. She smiled, slow and satisfied, before releasing me with a little shove. "Good, and try not to embarrass the family while you’re at it. I swallowed hard, clutching the package like a shield as I turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. Ever since my mother died thirteen years ago, I had become nothing more than a burden, a disgrace, a murderer to my family. I was five when it happened. Too young to understand the consequences of my actions. But old enough to remember the hatred in my father’s eyes when he looked at me afterward. I lost my own father to my recklessness. "Take the wolfbane from Elder Marwen and return immediately," she had ordered. "We don’t have time for your foolishness today." Because, today was my mating ceremony. Despite being treated like an outcast, my marriage to Alpha Deric was inevitable. It had been arranged before I was even born, a strategic alliance between Bloodmoon Pack and Shadowfang Pack. For the first time in years, I had hope. Alpha Deric wasn’t just my fated mate; he was a promise of something more. A new beginning away from here. A life where I wouldn’t be invisible. So, I obeyed. I took the path through the dense forest, heading to Elder Marwen’s small hut on the outskirts of the packlands. I never made it back. Now…. The chains rattled as I shifted, desperate to escape. I had to stop the ceremony before the bond was completely severed. Just then, another voice echoed above me. "Do you, Elyra, accept Alpha Deric as your mate and Luna of Bloodmoon Pack?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping not to hear the final words. "I do." Pain slammed into me, a wave so violent I thought my heart had stopped beating. I gasped, choking on nothing. It was over, the mate bond had been severed. My body collapsed against the cold ground, my limbs too weak to fight anymore. Then, footsteps. Someone was coming. I turned my head, vision blurring as a door creaked open. A shadow stood at the entrance of the door, eyes glowing in the darkness. I forced my lips to move, to beg, to scream. But only a whisper escaped. "Help me, please."Dear Readers,This book has been the hardest story I’ve ever written. There were moments when I felt completely lost, wondering if the story I was writing even made sense, and yet, through every twist, turn, and late-night writing session, I pushed forward because of you, because of the characters you’ve grown to care about alongside me.I won’t pretend that finishing it won’t feel bittersweet. I’ve laughed, cried, and sometimes doubted myself, but now that it’s complete, I hope you feel the depth, the love, the heartbreak, and the joy I tried to pour into every page. Writing this story has been exhausting, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once, and while I may not miss the struggles, I will always treasure the world we created together.Thank you for sticking with me, for believing in Elvira, Jaxon, Deric, and all of Morrien. I hope you love this ending as much as I’ve loved writing it for you.
Elvira The night air carried a delicate hush, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. Moonlight spilled over the rolling countryside, brushing the treetops with silver and illuminating the small gathering outside the courtyard. A low fire flickered in the stone hearth, sending shadows dancing across the grass, and the scent of freshly baked bread and roasted herbs mingled with the earthy perfume of the forest. Elyra sat on the wooden swing I’d pushed gently earlier, her rounded belly swaddled in a soft, cream-colored shawl. Kale crouched nearby, his fingers tracing absent patterns over the edge of the fire pit as he murmured stories about the pack’s history. His deep voice carried a calm certainty, a reminder that despite all the chaos of the past months, life had a rhythm worth savoring. Tonight, though, the conversation circled around joy rather than tension, laughter threading the air as Elyra tried to guess the gender of the little life moving within her. I
Elvira TWO DAYS LATER… The moment the words left my lips, I felt the room tilt on its axis. My hands were trembling slightly, though I tried to steady them by pressing them against the wooden wardrobe. “Jaxon… I’m pregnant.” He froze, mid-step, his broad shoulders stiffening like a statue. I could see it in the way his dark eyes widened, that brief, raw flash of disbelief, then something softer, almost luminous, bloomed across his face. A smile, hesitant at first, then unrestrained. It was as though the world had narrowed until it existed only for the space between us. “Pregnant?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and yet it carried the weight of wonder, of disbelief, of joy too profound for words. He stepped closer, each movement measured, cautious, as though approaching something fragile, sacred. “El… you’re… ours?” I nodded, laughter spilling through the small tremor in my chest. “Ours,” I confirmed, my voice catching on the syllable. And the truth was, it didn’t feel
Elvira The Bloodmoon countryside stretched before me, a landscape of muted deep, sleepy greens. The wind whispered through the rolling fields, carrying the faint scent of late summer flowers. I gripped the car wheels tighter, my pulse quickening with every mile closer to Father’s house. I hadn’t been sure I would come. Not until I confirmed that Felen had no way of reaching him, that her venomous curiosity wouldn’t taint what little serenity remained in his days. I remembered the chaos that had followed her disappearance, the rumors, the hunts, the betrayal, how close everything had been to slipping through our fingers. I had survived that storm with Jaxon at my side, and now, here I was, seeking silence in a house that belonged to a man whose mind had begun to betray him. The car came to a stop over the gravel, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence of the countryside, and I wondered if Father was awake, if he remembered who I was. The house came into view, a modest structure s
Deric The waning moon cast a pale, silvery light across Morrien, softening the edges of the pack’s compound yet leaving long shadows in the corners. Even now, after some of Felen’s spies had been dealt with, the residue of unease lingered. I walked slowly, my boots crunching over frost-hardened leaves, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat. I had a destination in mind, though my steps faltered the closer I got: Elvira’s quarters. I stopped outside the door, listening for any sign of her. Nothing. The faint scent of lavender drifted through the partially open window, familiar and grounding, yet it made the knots in my chest tighten. “Deric?” Her voice, calm yet sharp, drew my attention. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze cautious. “You wanted to see me?” I swallowed, suddenly aware of how stiff I probably looked. “Yeah. I… I thought we should talk,” I said, my voice uneven despite my best effort to sound steady. She didn’t step back, just tilted her he
Jaxon First-Person POV The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of the council hall, casting long streaks of gold across the stone floors. I stood at the head of the room, surveying the faces of my pack: weary but attentive, some skeptical, others cautiously optimistic. After the chaos of betrayals, attacks, and power plays, Morrien needed direction, and it was my responsibility to provide it. Celina stood near the back, her arms crossed, her usual sharp expression softened just slightly by the events that had passed. For months, she had watched me, questioned me, doubted me, and in her eyes I could see the wheels turning as she tried to reconcile the pack’s survival with the strength of our bonds. Including the one between Elvira and me. “Today, we begin a new chapter,” I started, letting my voice carry over the murmurs. “In the past month we’ve grown past the fear that once enveloped us. We’ve rebuilt—not as individuals, but as a pack.” A few heads nodded, a ripple