Some of you already know about my kitty’s surgery. It’s been done, but sadly she still isn’t getting better, and I’m going through a very difficult phase. She has always been my comfort,and my partner in ways words can’t explain. Now, seeing her weak and sick is breaking me. She’s only 5, still young, and has never had health issues before, which makes this even harder. I feel exhausted, but I’m doing everything I can to help her recover. More than anything, I just want her to be healthy again. Thanks to your support, I can cover for her treatment, and I’ll always be grateful for that.I owe you guys an explanation for being infrequent with the updates. As you invest your time on my stories. I will continue to give updates and try my best not disappoint you. thank you.
IreneThere’s something about Stella that crawls under my skin in the worst way. At first, I told myself it was just jealousy, being a mate, she was trying to put a claim on Alexei when she felt threatened by my presence.But it’s not that anymore. If she truly cared for Alexei, if she loved him even a quarter of the way I do, I would’ve stepped aside. I would’ve been gone before she even had to open her mouth. But I won’t repeat my mistakes. I won’t walk away and let Alexei get hurt again.Which means she has to go.I can already tell she isn’t the type to back down so easily, and sure enough, she regains her footing, lifts her chin, and sneers at me like I’m nothing but a joke.“You think the mate bond works on words?” she asks, her voice dripping with bitterness. Then she lets out this sharp laugh, hollow and cold. “Sorry to break your little bubble, but Alexei and I... we already had what you’ll never have. You believe that he is yours, but the truth is that our wolves accepted e
IreneStella’s lips peel back, teeth flashing as a low growl rips out of her throat. “What the fuck did you ask me?”Before I can even blink, Anastasia is on her feet. Her voice cuts sharp, dripping with warning. “I hate bitches… especially with the name Stella, and you have two seconds to tuck those ugly pointies back inside your mouth. After that, I’ll make sure you’re picking them up off the floor.” She tilts her head slightly, daring Stella to test her.For some reason, the whole thing hits me as hilarious. The way Stella’s trying so hard to scare us, it’s pathetic. Even my wolf laughs inside me, unimpressed by the show of teeth and growling.There’s a difference between feeling anxious and being scared. I’ve been unsure plenty of times, but scared? No. No one has ever managed to scare me, not really. And a she-wolf flashing her canines isn’t about to change that.“You pathetic human,” Stella snarls, her glare locked on Anastasia. “You’re really going to threaten me? I’ll rip you
IreneI walk into the packhouse and the first thing I see is Sophia standing there, waiting for me like she’s been glued to that spot all morning. Her arms open before I can even say hi, and then she’s pulling me in so tight it knocks the air out of me. For a second, I don’t even know what’s happening. Then the warmth hits me, like something is melting inside my chest where it’s felt cold since I said my goodbye to Ryan. My eyes burn and before I can stop it, tears spill over.Sophia doesn’t say anything, just holds me like she’s afraid to lose me. It is like she knows what happened with me... where was I, even though I haven't told her. She doesn't even asked anything just held me.I don’t know how she does it, but I swear I can feel something in me shifting, like she’s pulling the pain right out and patching it up with something softer. I know it’s her. I don’t need anyone to explain. I just know.Alexei hovers in the doorway like he can’t decide if it’s safe to leave me. His eyes k
AlexeiI stand beside Mikhail, arms crossed as we watch the younger wolves spar in the training yard. Dust kicks up under their paws, the air heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and fur. They move fast, snapping and circling, but most of them are sloppy. They need control if they’re going to work with the hunters. Anastasia’s idea for these joint drills of new recruits and newly shifted wolves was smart, but pulling it off is another story. Mikhail’s face is unreadable as always, eyes tracking every movement like he’s memorizing the strengths and weaknesses of each one. I know he already has a list forming in his head. Me? My attention keeps drifting. My wolf won’t settle. He paces in the back of my mind, claws raking, teeth bared, like he’s one second from shoving me aside and taking over.I grit my teeth and force the block between us, the mental wall I’ve built over years of training. I shove hard until he quiets down, though it takes effort."That one’s too reckless," Mikhail say
AlexeiStella is still at the packhouse, refusing to go home. I’ve sent a few of my wolves to dig into what’s really going on between her and Ryan. As much as I hate that guy, I know how much he doted on her, and I’m not entirely ready to believe her story about him leaving her to die. Still, I won’t decide what to do with Stella until I have the whole truth.But that can wait. Right now, my focus is Irene. I can see how weak she’s getting, and I know it’s because of her old mate bond breaking. Any wolf feels the hit of a bond severing, but hers was different. Rejection weakens the bond before it snaps. Death doesn’t. Hers was strong, and when it broke, it tore through her. Healing will take time, but it doesn’t stop me from worrying about her every second."Are you sure you want to go to the packhouse? She’s still there." Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms and watch her run a brush through her hair. Halfway through, she stops, her shoulders sagging with exhaustion. "I can call
Alexei Irene’s back rests against me, her body warm and soft, and my arm just hangs over her waist like it belongs there. Everyone’s gone now, the house is finally quiet. For a while, it was filled with laughter and chatter, Sophia pacing more than usual, restless in a way I couldn’t put a finger on. Only later, after Irene told me what she saw, what she experienced, I understood. Sophia felt it before I did. The weight of how close I came to losing Irene. Irene said what she witnessed was real, not some dream or her mind playing tricks on her. She can't justify how it is possible, but all she knows is that she met Ryder. And I believe her. And I hate it. I hate how close she came to crossing over, how close I came to being left behind. The thought sticks in my chest like a thorn. I tighten my arm around her, pulling her a little closer, and drop my chin on the top of her head. I don’t ever want to let her slip away again. She shifts, tilting her face up so her cheek brushes mine.