MasukBRAN"Your pacing is starting to give me a headache, Bran."I bite down on my lower lip. I wish to stop pacing as well, but my feet won't allow it. Air is difficult to come by, and my heart races at the thought of her.Riana.Seven months ago I made an inevitable decision that hurt us both. That day had been a scar that refuses to heal.The way her eyes burned with unshed tears, the subtle hope that crumbled the moment I said we wouldn't work, the way she whimpered behind her door the same night I crushed her.I heard her cries all night, struggling not to go in and draw her close. To tell her I would find a way to fix us.But I knew it wasn't possible.I believed the feeling was subtle. The kind that would drift away when I was no longer breathing her scent. No longer hearing her voice and laughter. No longer watching her adorable clumsiness around me.But I was a coward.I took her, and I broke her.Those seven months away were torture. Restless sleep, restless thoughts.Even as I s
Seven months later.The territory medic is in a panic, medics rushing back and forth. I step into the ward where Isolde's screams shake the walls. Her legs are parted, the sheet wet beneath her.Drogo stands beside her. The last time I saw this look of panic on his face was when Isolde was poisoned.He holds her hand tight, whispering and coaxing her. His expression is helpless, as though he wishes he could take all her pain onto himself.He has been quietly like this for the past few weeks. The sight of his woman — heavily pregnant, breathless, tired and swollen — makes me think he won't want to do this again once it is over.Another scream tears from her as the baby's head begins to show."Get it out!!!"I settle between her legs, telling her what to do and praising her for doing well.After two grueling minutes, the baby finally slips free. I catch her just in time with a smile."It's a girl."Her tiny cries echo through the room. A small smile crosses Isolde's exhausted face, but
It has been almost a week since I saw Bran. Each time I seek him, he is either not in the territory or busy with the Alpha.Since the night we spent together, I can barely sleep a wink as our moments replay over and over while I wait for him to come through my door.He had said "See you soon" like a whisper of a promise, yet I have yet to catch a glimpse of him. After admitting the feelings I have for Bran in my heart, I want to tell him. To know how he feels before it runs deeper than it should.I am back to the routine, checking on patients and tending to the research team as well.The territory looks peaceful again. Isolde is doing well with her check-ups. She is quite sensitive these days and eats a lot, especially when Alpha Drogo is around.Sometimes she looks at me as if waiting for me to tell her about it.But I don't.I stay quiet, unsure where the conversation will lead. I still don't know what Bran thinks about me, and until I do, I won't let Isolde in on what happened.But
“It’s going to take a while to convince the council. They are still terrified of me.”“But you saved them. You saved this country. Didn’t they realize what shit Jack was going to put them through?”Drogo looks up, fingers resting gently against his chin, eyes serious with a hint of concern.“I do not want another enemy. My wife just recovered and I had just gotten over the most terrifying moment of my life from almost losing her.”“But as long as the moon goddess chose you, you still have to claim it or the same thing you fear is going to happen.”Drogo sighs. “I wish I could strangle her right now.”The door creaks open. Isolde steps in with Drogo’s favourite wine and snacks.“Wife—”“I’m exercising. Besides, I’m the only one who knows how to make your favourite cake.” Isolde kisses him and gently drops them on the desk. Then she turns to me. “Care to have a little walk with me, Bran?”“It’s my pleasure, Luna.”We step out into the fine garden. The sun hangs high and bright. Isolde’s
BRANSunlight filters through the window, brightening the room. My eyes crack open as I stir awake, but tiny arms are wrapped around me.I glance down and see her. The human doctor who has been occupying my thoughts these recent days.I take a second to study her. Long lashes pressed against those soft cheeks, cute button nose and lips of which I have become addicted to.She is sleeping soundly, expression calm like she is in heaven.Her naked frame reminds me of last night’s moments.The way her body shivered in pleasure as I plunged myself into her, slow and passionate.My pace has never been that gentle, but knowing how weak her rank is, my beast was surprisingly considerate. And damn, every inch of her felt so good, I wanted to stay buried inside her over and over again.Her body feels so small in my hold, so fragile… So mine.Her skin bears the red marks of where my mouth had harshly kissed her.My hand lifts to caress her hair, fingers slowly dragging down to her neck and colla
RIANA I’ve always been an introvert all my life. Due to how unfairly I was treated in high school, I find it hard to express myself, especially when it comes to what I want.For that reason, I tend to please people a lot, carrying unnecessary responsibility in hopes they won’t leave. In hopes they will like me.But in the end, I only get mocked and jeered at to my face.Because of that, I barely know what I truly want.But with this male hovering above me, eyes drowned in desire like I’m a treasure he wants to keep, I find courage slowly shimmering to the surface.My validation becomes clear in front of me.I want him.I want him to kiss me until I can’t breathe.I want him to touch and explore every part of me, wrecking those unfamiliar sounds that slip from my lips whenever it feels like I’m floating.I want everything he wishes to do to me.I want to blurt out all these things, but instead, my lips find his—desperate and wanting.He kisses me back with a groan, as if he has finall
DROGOMy nerves are as restless as my wolf.The constant ache in my head hardens. It feels like a sharp blade diving into my skull, twisting brutally until my muscles tense.Isolde’s hazel eyes stare back at me as she whimpers in discomfort. Her face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and the e
DROGOMy eyes snap open wide, beads of sweat gliding down the frame of my face. I am breathing heavily, like I had just run many miles.Gripping my forehead, I groan at the voices ringing in my ears. The pain. The torturing memories that have not left since centuries ago.No matter how hard I try t
ISOLDE The court servant unit was stricter than I had imagined.There are rules. Many of them. How to bow, how to talk, how to serve. Hell, even how to breathe, like it is a crime.The head court maid was the blonde, Vera. Strict from day one, her gaze and mouth sharp as a blade, enough to grate t
I've witnessed very few cruel deaths in distance. Silence and sickened enough to make my stomach twist.But none of them were spine-tingling like watching a man burned alive until his scream fluttered into silence. A scream that would definitely haunt me for the rest of my life. My knees shake des







