ログインThe dream dissolved like mist .My eyes fluttered open, the moonlight greeting me through the window of my room. Andrew and Jeremiah were gone. Their spots beside me were cold. A hollow throb echoed the emptiness in the bed.“Andrew? Jeremiah?” My voice sounded rough, unused. No answer.Worry coiled in my stomach. They wouldn't just leave, not after everything. The doctor's orders were for constant proximity. Them leaving... well it had to be an emergency. But what? I needed to know. I scrambled out of bed and spotted my thin silk robe; I snatched it, wrapping myself in its flimsy comfort.I padded to the door, my senses on high alert. The scent of them, usually so overwhelming, had faded, replaced by something metallic. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob.The door swung open, revealing a man leaning against the frame, his back to me.But my eyes were stuck to one thing in particular.Blood.Red fresh blood.It stained his hands, splattered across his bare chest, smeared
The dream fractured, then reformed.I was no longer in Andrew's vast castle, but running. My bare feet pounded against the damp earth. As i glided through the forest trees.My breath hitched in my throat. Not from exertion, but from the wild and untamed thrill coursing through my veins.My heart thrummed a frantic, joyful rhythm against my ribs. This wasn’t flight; it was pursuit. I was the prey, yes, but a willing, eager one, a creature of pure instinct giving chase to its own desire.A low, husky laugh, rich and deep like the forest floor itself, rumbled through the trees, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.“Running only makes fucking you feel so much sweeter, Angel!” Jeremiah’s voice, a delicious threat, carried on the crisp air.A wicked, uncontrollable grin stretched across my face, a mirror to the feral joy in his tone. He knew. He always knew how to ignite this particular fire in me. I pushed harder, my legs pumping, a delighted shiver tracing its way down my spine.
The transition was instantaneous and seamless. One moment, I was in my bed.The next, I was standing in a room of towering, polished mahogany. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and Andrew’s familiar, grounding power.I was the spitting image of an perfect Luna Queen.I wore a gown of heavy, midnight-blue velvet, the fabric weighted with embroidery that depicted the history of the kingdom. A simple silver circlet rested on my brow, cool against my skin—a symbol of my authority, not merely my status.My hands, adorned with rings of state, rested on a massive oak desk in the Council Chamber, covered in maps and treaties. Liam stood between my arms much older now. Also looking down at the documents before him in deep thought. Clearly being prepared to one day take over the throne from Andrew. Being trained in the ways of being an king to all the packs under our rule.Andrew stood beside me, his bearing regal and immense. He was speaking, his voice deep and authoritative,
The dismissal from the hospital was swift and tense. Andrew barely allowed the nurse to finish her instructions before sweeping me up into his arms, ignoring my protests that I could walk. Jeremiah stalked beside us, a menacing shadow, ensuring no one got too close.The moment we were back in my room with the door shut, the tension in the room thickened into something that choked me. The scent of antiseptic was quickly replaced by the heavy musk of two dominant Alphas who hadn't rested in a week and had just engaged in a vicious brawl.Andrew set me gently on the edge of the bed. “You need to lie down, little wolf. I’ll call the kitchen for an broth.”I shook my head, standing up immediately. My legs were still a little shaky. “No. I’m not an invalid, and I’m certainly not going to lie here while you two look like you fought a timber wolf in a dark alley. Besides I'm still very capable of chewing food.”I moved to the large cabinet where I kept my emergency supplies. It felt ama
The light in the room was cold, sterile a stark contrast to the soft, golden warmth of my room. The air smelled of antiseptic and sterile linen, making my nose wrinkle. My head gave a dull, persistent throb as I tried to lift my hand. It felt heavy and sluggish.I opened my eyes fully, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. An Hospital?The knowledge settled slowly, confusingly. Why was I here? The last thing I remembered was feeling gloriously whole, standing up to walk to the bathroom.My gaze swept the small, sanitized room. Jeremiah was sprawled awkwardly at the foot of the bed, his massive frame curled tightly against the metal railing. He looked utterly exhausted, his jacket tossed aside. Then I saw Andrew. He was hunched in a padded armchair next to me, dressed in clothes that looked slept in, staring intently at a stack of documents.Neither of them noticed I was awake. But I noticed them.My eyes flicked between the two Alphas. Andrew had a nasty, purple bruise bloom
The morning light was a soft, pale gold, filtering lazily through the sheer curtains of my window. It was the first thing I noticed. The second was the silence. Not the absence of noise, but the profound, resonant silence within my own body.I opened my eyes slowly, expecting the usual crushing weight of exhaustion, the dizzying nausea, the cold, hollow ache in my bones.But it wasn’t there.Instead, I felt… light. Clear. I hadn’t realized just how truly ill I had been until the sickness vanished. And the feeling of being full, whole, one, was overwhelming. I don't think I had ever felt it like I do now. It was like I finally found the missing pieces to a very large puzzle that stood unfinished for years.I shifted slightly, trying to stretch, but immediately encountered an immovable wall of warm, hard muscle.I was naked. Completely. And I was sandwiched between two very large, very naked men.On my left, Andrew’s heavy arm was draped across my shoulders, his head resting against t







