I turn around to face the person beside me only to come face to face with the darkest shade of blue eyes I have ever come across.
The man offers me a polite smile yet that simple action sends waves of inferno fire burning my insides. A certain part of my body stirs alive and I don't know if it's the alcohol in my system or did I just get aroused by looking at a stranger. I gulp my drink down and shake my head. He is right, I need to take things slow or I might end up crawling out of here with my drunk ass. “What's the fun in that? The idea was to get wasted.” I counter, a giggle leaving my lips. “ Not when you don't have your wolf, little bird. This city might be safe but a club is never a safe haven.” The man reminds me. I cock my brows at him. How did he know that I don't have my wolf? The only person who knows about that is Kiran. “Don't give me that look, little bird. Any wolf in here can sense that.” His answer makes sadness crawl into me but I refuse to keep mulling on what's gone. “ So, are you a safe haven?” I ask, sending a Flirtitious smile his way. His eyes darken and I don't miss the flicker of desire that shines in his eyes. “ Careful little wolf, I am nothing but a safe haven.” He answers before taking a long swig of his drink. My eyes follow his actions and when his Adam apple bobbles up and down, I swallow hard. Even in my partly drunk state, I don't miss the strong aura coming off him. This man is either a beta or an Alpha. I should be running away and keeping my distance but something about him draws me like a moth by fire. I bite my lips, stopping the moan threatening to escape my lips from just watching him. “ What?” He asks when he notices my unblinking gaze. “ You have beautiful lips and I want to kiss them so bad.” The last part is said internally. The man gives me a lazy smile, his blue or be boring straight to my midnight ones. “ Are you flirting with me, little bird?” He asks with a smirk. “ Perhaps,” I reply, “ And stop calling me small. I am nothing but small.” The man chuckles, the sound of his low baritone voice caressing my insides sensually. “Is that so?” He bites back, his gaze lingering a second longer on my exposed cleavage. I don't miss the lust that clouds his eyes before he looks away. Playing hard to get huh? I smile inwardly. After being with Valen and listening to him mock my body, I almost lost my self confidence but with the way this stranger is looking at me, I suddenly felt wanted. “Forget about him tonight and prove to yourself that you are desirable and beautiful.” Kiran’s insistent reminder rings in my head. Yes, tonight is about myself. There is no Bailey or Valen to think about. I lean closer to him and breathe in his masculine body scent. Pine wood and sandalwood, a rather familiar scent but I can't remember where I scented it before. “ Do you want to find out?” I make a blatant invitation and watch as his eyes darken. “ You are drunk,” The man states, pushing himself back and leaning on his chair. That creates enough space between us. Disappointment and embarrassment fill me and I fight to keep my composure. “ Don't get me wrong. You are a rather attractive woman. Fuck! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He breathes out, a rather complicated gaze in his blue orbs. “ But?” I ask and he sighs. “ I don't want to take advantage of you in your condition. You would be naked by now. On my bed, under me in normal circumstances.” He confesses and my confidence comes rushing back in tenfolds. A smile paints my lips and I bite them. “ What if that's exactly what I want now? You see, I need to forget things, why don't you make me forget?” I suggest, battling my eyes at him. I can't believe myself. What happened to the reserved woman I always was? I have the answer though. That woman died the day her husband divorced her and to add salt to her wounds, took her sister as his mate. “ Fuck Flora, why make me loose it?” He asks and the next thing I know, my lips are covered by his in a rather demanding kiss. When I open my eyes the following day, the first thing that hits me is a pounding head. I groan, clutching my head with my hands. Slowly, I open my eyes and all my sleep clears when the unfamiliar ceiling comes into view. My eyes widen when I peek under the sheets and find myself stark naked. I jump and gather the scattered fabrics before getting dressed. My mind races back to last night and I curse under my breath. I seduced a stranger and shamelessly offered myself to him then… shit! I don't remember anything else. “Good way to spend a night with a stranger.” A sarcastic voice sounds in my head and I almost jump. “ Is that you snow?” I call to my wolf but she sneers at me before retreating. Before I can jump in happiness, my phone rings and I scramble to pick it. Kiran's name flashes on my screen, reminding me that I spent the night out. With a curse, I collect my shoes and dash out. Hailing a cab, I give the driver my address and close my eyes. I don't know what to feel about everything. Going home with a stranger and having zero recollection about what happened? Then waking up to snow returning to me? What exactly happened after I kissed that man? From what I know, once your wolf goes to inhibition, it takes a miracle to bring her back. But snow came back in a span of hours? In the past weeks, I had been calling out to her only to get silence? The taxi comes to a stop outside Kiran's apartment. I take a deep breath before slowly twisting the knob of the door and sneaking inside. I turn to close the door when, “sneaking back and expecting I don't know you didn’t come back last night?” I jump,turning around hastily with my hands pressed on my chest. “ You scared me.”First Person’s Perspective LeoI returned before dawn. The sky was a dirty grey, clouds hanging low, and the smell of rain clung to the air. My boots struck the ground, slow and steady. My body was still heavy with the night. With her. Flora.The gate should have been loud with soldiers changing posts, a few men calling greetings, the usual rhythm of life. Instead, silence stretched like a rope. Heads turned when I entered, then dropped fast. Mothers pulled their children away as if my shadow could stain them. Men who had been talking suddenly found their throats dry. Even the dogs gave one low growl before retreating.It was not respect. It was something else. Something sharper.I forced my face calm. I would not give them the pleasure of seeing surprise. I pushed the doors to the main hall. The air inside was thick, as if the walls themselves had shifted closer together.“Alpha,” one man muttered, bowing halfway. His voice was weak, as if he feared to speak and feared more to stay
First Person’s Perspective FloraThe sound of rain had been steady all evening, falling against the roof and dripping down the window. I had been sitting in the quiet, staring out, my thoughts heavy as always, when a sudden knock came at the door.I jumped a little. No one usually came this late.When I opened the door, Kiran stood there, soaked from head to toe. Her cloak was dripping water onto the floor, and her hair stuck to her cheeks. She looked like she had been running through the storm.“Kiran?” I asked quickly, pulling her inside. “What happened? Why are you out in this rain?”She closed the door fast, leaning her back against it, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes searched mine, wide and uneasy. “Flora,” she whispered, “something is wrong in the pack.”The tone of her voice made my heart pound. “What do you mean? Tell me.”She pulled off her wet cloak and laid it over the chair. Her fingers were shaking as she brushed hair away from her face. “I don’t know everything,”
Third Person’s PerspectiveLeo woke that morning with a cold fire in his chest. The night had been short. His sleep had been broken by images of shadows and men climbing toward him. The fact that men had tried to kill him burned in him like hot coal. He felt betrayed. He felt small. He felt something in him break.He walked through the pack house like a storm. His guards fell back as he passed. He did not speak. He did not need to. The weight of his look made men step aside and hold their breath.By midday, the word spread: Leo would speak to the pack at the main square. People came slowly. They came in groups, in small faces, in worried lines. When an Alpha calls the pack, they come. That was the law.The square smelled of smoke from cooking fires. Children clung to their mothers’ skirts. Elders sat on benches, their faces lined with worry. The sun burned high, but no one laughed. Tension hummed in the air.Leo walked out on the raised platform. He wore dark clothes. His face was set
Third Person’s PerspectiveThe night was quiet, but the hearts of men were not.In a dark corner of the village, where the broken fences leaned and the air smelled of damp soil, a small group gathered. These were the same men who had once tried to take Alpha Leo’s life. Their bodies still carried the marks of that failure,bandaged wrists, bruised ribs, stiff movements,but their eyes burned with the same fire.The leader of the small band, a tall man named Garreth, stood with his back to the group. His voice was low but sharp. “We failed once. We went in blind, thinking we could face him with blades and rope. We were fools. Leo is not a man,he is a beast. His strength is not something common hands can break.”A murmur ran through the group. One of the younger rebels, Tomas, touched the scar on his chin and spat into the dirt. “Then what do we do? If we cannot kill him, do we just wait until he kills us?”Another man shook his head, his voice trembling with anger. “No. Waiting is death.
Third Person’s PerspectiveValen walked through his yard with a light step. The sun shone warm on his face. He stopped and looked around. The sight made his chest feel full.The yard was full of life. Wolves ran in lines, laughing and calling to one another. Some practiced simple moves. Some did quick fights, pushing and testing each other. Others lifted heavy logs and raced down the field. There was no fear on their faces now. Instead, there was joy. The hard work had turned into play. The drills had become games. The pack moved together like a single body.Young wolves jumped and rolled on the grass. Old wolves moved with strong backs and steady feet. Women and men threw wooden spears and caught them again. Even children watched and learned. The sound of bodies hitting the ground, of boots on dirt, and of happy shouts filled the air.A man named Rourke ran by, sweat on his brow but a bright grin on his face. “Alpha Valen!” he called. “Come see this.” He spun his partner and then lan
Third Person’s PerspectiveThe pack no longer felt like a home. It felt like a prison.Since the night Leo had returned with darkness in his eyes, nothing had been the same. The laws he gave were harsh and unfair, but he did not care. He seemed to take a hard joy in making people suffer. Small kindnesses disappeared. Smiles dried up. The place that had once been warm and busy now ran on fear.Every day he asked for more. The warriors were forced to train from sunrise until long after sunset. No one was allowed to rest early. Even old men and the sick were pushed to work. If a man slowed, he was beaten in front of the others. Sometimes Leo himself watched the punishments. Sometimes he joined them. Mothers were told to give the best food to the fighters. Many children went to bed hungry because their mothers had to give away the meat. Farmers who tried to keep their food for their small ones were fined or had their stores taken. The market grew quiet because traders feared travelling he