London:I sat at the dining table, glaring disinterestedly at the cuisine lined up in front of me. It's been three weeks since the attack Hayes had wedged on my territory, and I wasn't healing as fast as I usually did. My body had taken a great deal of damage, and Fuyu had ended up slumping once he was certain that the entirety of his army was gone and our people were safe enough.I had sustained a broken arm that had almost been ripped from my body and multiple holes as a result of those assholes digging into my skin. I had scratches all over my body—a mark that ran across my face, from my forehead, past my nose, grazing my left cheek slightly. I had a few broken ribs and a broken leg. I could barely cough without wheezing at the fucking pain or coughing up blood. Indeed, I looked like a wreck, with bandages wrapped almost everywhere.I haven't been able to contact Fuyu since then, and it worried me because he really pushed himself past his limits. I had a lot of questions to ask him
London Staring at him with cold eyes, I took my anger out on the fork, which I was currently squeezing. More backup? There was a massacre here, and though casualties were high, backup from my end was sounding like a death certificate being signed. The new recruits weren't ready to face a beast like Hayes yet, and I wasn't just about ready to send them to their deaths.A loud clang resounded in the room as the snapped half of my fork met the ground. All eyes fell on me, the silence becoming even more tense. My lazy blinks fell on my bleeding hand, lacking even an ounce of emotion.Reece understood and immediately sighed, saying nothing more while Miller rushed to my side to access the injury. My body was seething, and strong tides of emotions created an unhealthy mix raging inside me. I could feel it: anger, hatred, regret, jealousy... and the moment Freya touched me, I yanked my hand away, immediately standing to storm out of the room.I was doing a lot of things at the moment, and I
London Surprise coloured Jax's heterochromic eyes as he blinked at me. I gently lowered my head, equally surprised at my reaction. I never expected that I'd utter the very words I had just let slip.Jax took a step closer, tilting his head to get a better look at me. He blinked again, and I found myself growing irritated by the incredulous look plastered on his face.Feeling stuck, a strained breath left my lips because, knowing Jax, I had an array of questions coming at me, though from the look he was giving me and his awfully long silence that plunged the both of us into a loop of tension and awkwardness, he was preferring to keep them silenced.I was grateful for his choice because I honestly wasn't ready to have questions thrown my way or questioning eyes peering at me. Jax was incredibly smarter than he looked, so expect one question from him to throw you off your balance.“If you're ready, we could go now.” The calmness in his voice surprised me, but I swallowed it down. Clear
Blaire:I had no idea where I was running to or why I was even running in the first place, but I knew that my instinct wanted me far away from that place as soon as possible, with the image of a little cabin in mind, a quiet environment, and peace in mind.It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep running with a stomach that was protruding, and I found myself waddling as fast as I could, hissing at almost every second at the stinging back ache and swollen feet while letting my instinct lead me, glancing back at intervals to ensure I wasn't getting followed.I gently lowered myself onto the floor, cupping my stomach as I gently slid down a ridge, hissing when the leg got injured by a protruding piece of wood. I banged my fist on the floor, hating that my pregnant belly wasn't letting me do anything right. When I had woken up, I found my stomach protruding, and when I had asked about it, the white-haired man—Jax, was it?—told me that I was pregnant for my husband. My confusion kne
London:Something was wrong; I could feel it. I was exceptionally angsty, anxious, worried, and troubled. It was like every cell in my body could sense something bad happening, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Thus, I remained pacing around my room, downing glass after glass of whisky and vodka, occasionally smashing the glass, and growling whenever the feelings peaked.I rubbed my fingers together, taking a deep breath while I ran my fingers through my hair, because why the fuck could I not calm down? Why was a tiny voice in my soul whispering dangerous things to me? I understood that it had gotten pretty late and Blaire was still nowhere to be found, as well as the possible dangers that could be awaiting her, but was that really enough for me to be feeling as troubled as this?Jax had gone home almost immediately, and I knew he was working his ass off trying to find Blaire, but that wasn't my problem. My problem was a report that I got from him. He said he had sensed magi
London My lips were tightly pressed together, and my teeth clenched as I attempted to visualise the scenario from Freya's hurried explanation. I was silently hoping that it wouldn't confirm the fears a small voice in my head was suggesting. With the pack's unstable condition, the near loss of my wolf, Blaire's unexpected disappearance, and Alphas engaging in treacherous politics by playing a dirty game to prove my fall from grace so they could claim my position and sit on my throne, I already had more than enough to contend with.Amidst this turmoil, the last thing I needed was for Freya's news to add to my already heavy burden. The weight of leadership and the constant threat to my authority were wearing me down, making every new challenge feel like an insurmountable mountain. Yet, I couldn't show any weakness. To the outside world, I had to remain the unshakeable Alpha, the leader who could navigate through any storm.A shaky sigh escaped my lips as I ran my good hand through my ha
LONDON:"Indeed, London. I have your sweet little mate Blaire trapped in my net." Hayes' guttural tone projected through Mathias' mouth, his obsidian orbs glinting maliciously at me.He laughed at my stunned expression, and I growled in contempt. He was a coward for not facing me head-on; weak or not, I was ready to put an end to everything.I was tired of this back-and-forth, this cat-and-mouse game with him, and using my mate against me was despicable.“You will never have the book," I seethed, my muscles bunching up as tension filled me.His brows furrowed as though a dark thought had crossed his mind, and then his red eyes glowed with fire that could burn a thousand nations.“I can't sense Fuyu. Now what are you without the White Conqueror?” He taunted, and a sick grin curving his dark lips.“That won't stop me from tearing you to fucking shreds," I growled, my fists shaking with uncontained rage. The thought of losing so many of my people, especially my gamma Caine, because of hi
LONDONI collapsed to my knees, overwhelmed by an unfathomable pain that scrambled my thoughts and words. A roar tore through me as I gripped my head, attempting to ground myself but failing miserably."What have you done, Fuyu?" I gasped, choking on my own blood as it pooled in my mouth. Miller's voice echoed faintly in the background, but I was too far gone to make sense of it.“It was the only way,” Fuyu whispered from a distant corner of my subconscious.Another scream tore from my throat as I felt my bond with Fuyu being ripped away. He was a part of me, the other half of my soul, and Hayes was killing him, which meant he was killing me too. We couldn't survive without each other, not for long."When I die, Hayes dies with me.” Fuyu's voice sounded faint, his presence in my head slowly fading. At that point, I could no longer feel my physical body; I was consumed by the agony of losing my wolf and friend.Fuyu wasn't just my wolf; he was my lifeline, my constant companion since c