Alexander’s presence was suffocating. Even in the vast, elegant Sacred Moon Restaurant, his energy dominated the room.His molten golden eyes were fixed on me, the faint red glow at the edges betraying his wolf’s simmering agitation.Each step he took toward our table was deliberate, purposeful, his powerful aura pressing down on the entire space. Every conversation around us dwindled into silence.I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My muscles were wound so tight I feared I would tremble if I so much as blinked. The growing intensity of his gaze sent my heart pounding, but I willed myself to remain calm.Lucas's voice broke through the tension, low and strained. “Ignore him,” he whispered at my side, his amber eyes darting toward Alexander.He shifted protectively closer to me, his omega instincts bristling in the presence of the dominating Alpha. “This isn’t his territory. He can’t do anything here.”But Lucas didn’t understand. Alexander didn’t need it to be his territory. Wherever h
(Grace's POV)Alexander’s wolf-red eyes bore into me, hot and unrelenting. The air between us crackled with tension, heavy and suffocating.His towering frame pressed closer, forcing me to take half a step back until the hard surface of the vehicle met my spine.“What’s your plan, Grace?” His voice was low, laced with frustration and barely suppressed anger. “Run off to neutral territory with Lucas every time you don’t get your way?”The accusation hit harder than I expected, but I kept my face calm. My heart raced, the pounding so loud I almost didn’t hear my own response.“Believe it or not, Alexander,” I said evenly, though my voice trembled just slightly, “my life doesn’t revolve around you and your assumptions.”His eyes flared, the golden-red hue pulsing brighter. His wolf was so close to the surface I could practically feel the primal energy rolling off him.“Doesn’t revolve around me?” His words were sharp, biting. “Then why do my actions affect you so much? Why do you respond
(Grace's POV)The confined space of Alexander’s vehicle felt like a pressure cooker, the overwhelming scent of dominance thickening the air.The earlier confrontation at the restaurant lingered between us like a storm cloud, heavy and dark. Silence stretched unbearably, broken only by the faint hum of the engine.His presence beside me was suffocating. Alexander’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles blanching as his Alpha wolf seethed just beneath the surface.I could sense the frustration rolling off him in unbearable waves, his jaw clenched so tightly I wondered if it might snap.I stared straight ahead, watching the moonlit road blur as the vehicle sped forward. His driving was aggressive, each sharp turn and burst of acceleration rattling my already-frayed nerves. My stomach lurched, the nausea boiling hotter with every reckless swerve.“Could you—” I paused, swallowing hard against the bile that threatened to rise. “Alexander, could you drive more carefully? At this rat
(Grace's POV)The silence between Alexander and me stretched taut like a rope about to snap.His commanding presence filled the small den, his golden-red eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my spine tingle. My hand rested on the smooth edge of the low table as I kept my voice firm.“Alpha,” I said pointedly, making sure the title sounded infuriatingly formal.His sharp eyes narrowed immediately. “Grace,” he replied, his tone laced with a warning growl. His wolf stirred beneath his voice, dominating the air between us. “I told you before. Don’t call me that in private.”I bristled, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “That’s what you are to me now, isn’t it?” I tilted my chin up. “An Alpha. A title. Nothing more.”The lines of his jaw tightened, a muscle flexing dangerously as his control wavered. “You think you’re punishing me by saying that?” His voice dropped lower, roughened with his wolf’s simmering anger. “Address me the way a mate should.”The wo
(Grace's POV)The air in the private viewing chamber was heavy, still thrumming with the charged tension left behind.Alexander had retreated to his chair, his expression unreadable, but the faint glow of his molten-red eyes told me his wolf wasn’t far from the surface.I tried to draw a calming breath, but my throat felt tight. So much had been left unsaid, hanging between us like a blade waiting to drop.Suddenly, the faint pull of a mind-link interrupted the quiet. At first, I thought it was directed at me, the urgency threading through the mental connection sharp and insistent. But no, it wasn’t mine to receive.It was meant for Alexander.His body stiffened as he closed his eyes briefly, receiving the mental message. A moment later, his golden eyes opened, narrowed with irritation.I didn’t have to ask to know who it was; the faint edge of rose perfume that still seemed to cling to him told me everything.Victoria.“Go on,” I said, crossing my arms and failing to keep the bitterne
(Grace's POV)I stood in the quiet of the East Lake chamber, the weight of its sacred history pressing down on me. The air was rich with the scent of wildflowers and faint traces of healing energy, a lingering mark of my mother's legacy.But it no longer felt like mine.Victoria had claimed it.The anger bubbling beneath my calm exterior grew sharper as I faced Marcus in this once-sacred space. His face, etched with pleading, spoke of desperation, but I couldn’t bring myself to pity him.“I won’t dissolve the mate bond,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze, “unless East Lake is returned to me.”His brows furrowed, his lips pulling into a tight line of disapproval."Grace,” he began, his tone measured, “don't be unreasonable. I’ve already given in too much by allowing you to remain as Luna.”“You allowed me?” I repeated, my voice taut with incredulity. “You mean you watched Victoria manipulate the pack, steal from my mother’s bloodline, and conveniently turned a blind eye?”“Victoria is sic
(Alexander's POV)My wolf paced restlessly within me, claws tearing at the edges of my control. The walls of my chambers seemed too close, their pressure weighing down on me more than usual. Frost lined the edges of the windows, a stark reflection of the glacial tension rolling off me.Victoria’s voice echoed in my mind, her mental cries full of desperation.“Alexander, please, forgive my father!” she pleaded through our pack bond. “Without the alliances, Silver Creek is vulnerable. Rogue packs are circling… they’ll attack. They’ll destroy everything!”I clenched my jaw, my hand gripping the edge of my desk until the wood creaked. The memory of Grace's stunned expression, her bruised cheek, and the faint tremor in her voice when she confronted Marcus surfaced again, fanning the rage in my chest.“Your father is suffering,” I growled coldly through the bond. “That’s the price for what he’s done.”Victoria let out a faint gasp, her tone shifting from desperation to something carefully su
(Alexander's POV)The frost crept across my office windows. It matched the icy anger in my chest. That name—whispered in her sleep—spurred my wolf's unrest.Ethan.A low growl slipped from my throat. My wolf's agitation made the air hum with a dangerous charge. Claws scraped against my desk, leaving faint marks in the polished wood."James!" I barked, my Beta appearing in the doorway instantly.His calm composure faltered slightly as he stepped inside. The ice growing along the baseboards and the chill radiating from around me made him hesitate."Alpha?" His voice carried a mix of respect and wariness.I leveled a sharp glare at him, my claws retracting but only slightly. "Every wolf named Ethan," I said coldly. "In all neighboring territories. I want them found."James’ brow furrowed slightly. His posture stiffened, though he held my gaze. "All of them? Do you have anything more specific to narrow the search?"My hands clenched the edge of the desk. "Does it matter?" My voice dropped,
(Grace's POV)The vibrant hum of conversation filled the post-auction reception hall, but it felt like static to me. My steps faltered slightly as I maneuvered through the crowded room, searching for a quiet corner.My hands instinctively brushed the flowing fabric of my ceremonial robe, seeking grounding as my thoughts fluttered between exhaustion and unease.The crystals I had worked so hard to reclaim now rested safely, but my body demanded more than relief. The weight of the evening’s events—of Alexander's fury, Dominic’s subtle interest, and the ever-looming presence of Victoria—rattled my already fragile endurance.Find calm, I scolded myself, settling down at a small table near the window. A part of me longed to retreat to the sanctuary of neutral territory. My dormant wolf only amplified that yearning, her usual protective warmth replaced with aching silence.The hunger pangs began gnawing quietly, a reminder I couldn't ignore. Pregnancy. This delicate, fragile state magnified
(Alexander’s POV)The moment she stepped into the room, every fiber of my being tightened. Grace didn’t belong out there, surrounded by prying eyes and lurking predators. She belonged here, with me, in the space that still carried faint traces of her scent.Her formal attire was understated compared to the others in tonight’s auction, but it struck me like lightning. The flowing fabric hugged her frame in ways that made my wolf stir with a possessiveness I barely kept in check.“Alexander,” she started, her voice steady, but I could hear the exhaustion layered beneath it. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed entirely, though it flickered faintly, much like the pulse of irritation skimming along the bond between us.I crossed my arms, leaning casually by the desk though my chest churned with agitation. “Six million,” I said flatly, narrowing my eyes. “Do you think spending through pack resources will go unnoticed?”Her chin lifted defiantly. “Do you think selling what isn’t yours to begin
(Grace's POV)The figure stepped closer under the soft moonlight, his presence commanding but not overwhelming. I straightened instinctively, my hand brushing against my abdomen as if my pups could sense the looming shift in energy. His scent, a blend of cedar and frost, marked him as Alpha, though it wasn’t one I immediately recognized.Lucas, ever vigilant, stepped half a pace closer to me, his omega instincts sharpening. “Can we help you?” His tone was polite but edged with caution.The man inclined his head slightly, a gesture that carried more weight than words. “Forgive the intrusion. Ryan Stone, Alpha of White Claw Territory.” His deep voice carried the distinct resonance of authority, but something about its warmth set him apart from the other Alphas I’d met.My eyes narrowed. White Claw Territory bordered ours; though not as large or as powerful as Crimson Moon, it had a reputation for elite warriors. Yet his appearance lacked any display of arrogance.“You’re far from your la
(Grace's POV)The room felt suffocating as I paced back and forth, my restless fingers tugging at the edges of my robe.Every now and then, my eyes darted toward the small box containing what few personal items I’d been able to pack upon leaving our den. My thoughts churned, refusing to settle.The crystals. My healing crystals.Each one carried a piece of me—my energy carefully infused over countless nights when I worked in secret. Crystals meant not merely to heal but to protect, to save. Alexander had taken them. Or more accurately, they’d been gathered under his orders in preparation for tonight’s artifact auction.I clenched my fists, a low pulse of anger burning through me. How could he be so careless? Did he even understand their true significance?My gaze lingered on the faint glow of the sky visible through the window. Tiny stars blinked back, indifferent to my growing distress. Somewhere out there, Alexander would be preparing for tonight’s event, likely without even a passin
(Grace's POV)The weight of Alexander’s calm, authoritative voice carried through the comms crystal. “Grace, authorize the transaction,” he said again, his tone sharp but controlled.A bitter laugh formed in the back of my throat, though I didn’t let it out. I clutched the crystal tightly, the edges pressing into my skin. Did he even hear himself? Did he comprehend what he was asking, or how it sounded?Lucas was already watching my face, eyebrows raised in curiosity—and maybe caution. His amber eyes sparkled with both concern and anticipation.“Alexander,” I started, my voice deceptively soft. “You want me to authorize a frivolous purchase? For Sophia? Using resources you granted me?”“Yes.” His answer was immediate, lacking hesitation. “Do it. Now.”It wasn’t a request. It was an order.My grip on the crystal tightened. The audacity of it sent a surge of heat straight to my chest.“You know,” I said slowly, eyes narrowing as I glanced over at Victoria and Sophia. Victoria was speakin
(Grace's POV)The streets of neutral territory bustled with the hum of a thousand stories. Wolves from packs across the lands came together here, their lives interwoven for these brief moments beneath shared moonlight.Lucas walked beside me, his excitement practically radiating off his lean frame. His amber eyes darted between shop windows as he nudged me playfully.“Look there!” Lucas exclaimed, pointing ahead. His voice carried a teasing lilt. “That one—it’s calling you. Regal, stunning, and commanding enough to remind everyone just who you are.”I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “I don’t need to command anything, Lucas,” I replied softly. The weight behind my words hung heavier than I intended. “I just need something appropriate for the auction. Nothing more.”“Oh, darling,” Lucas said dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Don’t sell yourself short. You don’t just need robes—you deserve to shine brighter than any star in that ro
(Victoria's POV)I gasped as the air along my private den shifted.The rippling energy lacing the space cracked and recoiled as Alexander's Alpha power surged in, ripping past my wards like they were nothing. My breath hitched, and I stumbled, clutching the fabric of my robes. The rogue’s scent—still faintly clinging to me—practically screamed for exposure.No. This couldn’t happen. Not yet. I needed time to cleanse it. Time to cover my tracks.“Alpha,” I said in the softest, most desperate tone I could muster. My voice trembled with helplessness. “I—I wasn’t expecting…”“Expecting?” His voice dripped with ice.I turned slowly to face him, my heart pounding against my ribcage like it was trying to escape. The moment our eyes met, my pulse froze.His golden eyes burned with intensity, barely containing the red that threatened to bleed into them. His wolf had emerged partially, making every fiber of his presence oppressive and suffocating.“Expecting what, Victoria? That I’d find the mar
(Alexander's POV)The Silver Moon Bar buzzed with muted conversations and the clinks of glasses. Yet, I heard none of it. My wolf paced wildly beneath the surface, restless and agitated. The moon-blessed wine in front of me offered no solace. It barely dulled the chaos in my mind.I sat at the corner table with Beta James and Alpha Ryan, a visiting pack leader whose sharp eyes missed nothing. He sipped his drink leisurely, as if he wasn’t weighing every crack in my façade.“Alpha,” James started cautiously. His voice carried the kind of edge that meant he was about to tread into unwelcome territory. “Have we done enough to investigate the rogue attack on Luna Grace? There’s something off about it.”My jaw tightened. Grace’s name twisted something inside me, something I couldn’t name. I gripped the glass harder than necessary.“It’s handled,” I said curtly. Yet, even as the words left my mouth, they felt hollow. Lies told more to soothe myself than anyone else.James frowned but didn’t
(Grace’s POV)The tension sat thick between us in the hospital wing. Alexander looked at me, his golden eyes unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. His presence, even without movement, suffocated the air in the room. The untouched soup sat on the table between us.“Are you going to tell me why you’re still upset?” His voice was low but sharp, each word cutting into me.“Upset?” I echoed, keeping my tone as even as I could, though my grip tightened on the table’s edge. “Upset doesn’t even begin to cover it, Alexander.”He raised a brow, tilting his head slightly. The motion, so effortless, made heat rise in my chest. “Do tell, Grace. I’d love to hear your reasoning behind this… mood.”There it was. That signature calm arrogance. The same tone he used when dismissing something, or someone, he didn’t take seriously. My nails dug into the wood beneath my palm.“This ‘mood,’ as you call it, has something to do with the rogues that tried to kill me two days ago. Or have you forgotten alr