Edeline
“There’s still this hollow place in me, Percival. And I know Tatiana happened before I came into the picture, and I do believe you’d never hurt me now. I believe you when you say I’m your mate. But there’s this part of me that still wonders… what if you change your mind one day? What if I’m not enough?”
I wiped my face with shaky hands, staring down at his hands in his lap—strong, scarred, familiar. Hands I wanted to feel again, to trust again. My voice dropped to a whisper.
“I’m scared you’ll break my heart again.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at me, wide-eyed and stricken, his mouth parted like he cou
EdelineHe was breathless by the end of it, like the confessions had drained everything from him. But they filled me. His words poured into the hollow places I’d tried so hard to forget. And fuck... they hurt. But they healed, too.I crumbled with a soundless sob, trembling as he pulled me into him. His lips touched mine with the gentleness of a wish. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just... pure. Like kissing away the pain was his only prayer.The moment shattered me.That kiss... it wasn’t elaborate. It wasn’t rushed. It was simple—and in that simplicity, there was so much goddamn emotion I thought I might fall apart in his arms.W
EdelineThe mate bond pulsed between us—quiet, gentle, but unmistakably alive. We lay there tangled in each other’s limbs, simply existing, and for the first time in what felt like years... I exhaled without a tremor. Peace. I was wrapped in it.But a different kind of storm was brewing inside me, and I knew I had to say something. “Percival?” My voice cracked slightly, and he felt it instantly. His arm shifted, tilting me onto my back, his face now inches above mine, haloed in moonlight. His golden eyes scanned mine with immediate concern."What is it?" he asked, brows drawing together, tone dipping low.“Can...” I hesitated, my breath catching. “Can you tell if there
EdelineAs we walked, my mind wandered back to Darius. Tomorrow, I was going to visit his grave, just the two of us. We needed that final, private moment. I needed it, for my own peace of mind.A smile tugged at my lips as I felt a warmth spread from my hand. Six months ago, I never would’ve thought I’d let Percival back into my life.And yet, here we were. Me, him, and a pup. A little life that somehow made everything else feel a little lighter.It was bittersweet."Percival?" I called out softly.Under the bright moon, I could see him looking down at me, eyes soft as he to
EdelineThe sunlight poured through my bedroom window, and the turquoise curtains threw this soft, underwater glow all over the walls. For a moment, I just laid there, feeling... calm. Like, genuinely calm.It was as if everything—the chaos, the heartbreak, Percival’s memories of that whole hellish mess—had drifted far, far away.Last night really helped.But let’s be real—I’m not stupid. I know pain doesn’t just vanish. And I still need him to show me he’s in this for real. That he’s not going to break me again. Deep down, I know he’s good. He’s a kind wolf. So it’s not that I don’t want this matebond. It’s just...
EdelineThat familiar scent wrapped around me, comforting and arousing all at once. His lips ghosted across my skin, barely touching. I shivered.“They went out for breakfast,” he murmured, voice low and smug. “I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed, but I should’ve known the smell of bacon would drag you out of hiding.”God. He was perfect. He smelled like heaven, looked like sin, and touched me like he already knew exactly how to make me fall apart.And my wolf—oh, that little rebel—was throwing every image she had straight into Percival’s head. What I wanted to do. Where I wanted to be touched. How I wanted him inside me.
EdelineOver breakfast, we talked about my parents—how they acted like two teenagers head over heels. We laughed about it, and then he got quiet. Told me his mom had stopped by. That she wanted him to bond with his younger brother. That she missed him, wanted to make things right. But he couldn’t bring himself to forgive her, even though he knew he probably should.Hearing that? It broke my heart a little. Realizing who she truly was, behind the mask of a loving Luna… It must’ve shattered something deep inside him.“The mating picnic will be attended by both Conor and Maximus’s pack. They’re expected to arrive today,” Percival said, watching me carefully, clearly gauging my reaction.
EdelineHis lips found their way to my chest, sucking gently, and I couldn’t help the soft murmur that escaped me. I moved against him, desperate for more, pressing into his hard body as I ground against him. The low groan that rumbled in his chest sent vibrations straight through me. His hand moved up, lifting the hem of my shirt as I complied, letting him expose me to him completely.With a sharp tug, he pulled my shirt away, my breath catching as I felt the cool air on my skin. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, then murmured against my skin, “Much better.”I could feel myself heating up, my body reacting to every touch. There was no way I was stopping this now, not when my body craved him like this. I whispered his name, breathless,
EdelineI laid back on the bed, completely bare, feeling the weight of the moment. My wolf inside me watched him, this powerful man, this mate of mine. I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy as I took him in—he was everything, big and strong, all ours.His muscles flexed as he breathed in deeply, like he was tasting the air. His body seemed to hum with the vibration of it all, especially when his eyes locked on me, on the part of me that was soaking with desire. I could feel the pull between us, the chemistry.He moistened his lips, his voice rough, "You smell so damn good," he growled, moving over me, not quite between my legs, but close enough to make my heart race. He leaned down, his body pressing against mine. I breathed him in, feeling his skin, his warmth
Edeline I stared out the bedroom window, watching the sun sink behind the horizon, painting the sky in warm streaks of orange and purple. My hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting—nerves creeping in again. Percival had called earlier. He was on his way to pick me up.Any minute now, the convoys would start rolling in—unmated wolves from both Celestial Moon and Dark Moon, plus the fighters from each pack. Good thing we had enough lodges to cram everyone into, but still... there’d be hundreds of them. That’s more than enough to spark a fight.And I couldn’t shake this heavy feeling in my chest, like something bad was coming. Worse than what any of us expected. My gut was screaming, and I knew better than to ignore it—it was always right.These wolves were here for a good time, to mingle, flirt, maybe even find their mate. They had no idea what was really going on. Maximus and Conor hadn’t told their people anything—only the warriors knew the truth. But when all the fighters show up at once? Y
EdelineMy eyes slipped to his body, and I couldn’t help it. The way his muscles flexed as he stood there, chest carved like stone… he was something else.He sighed, exhaling slowly. “I can’t stay mad at you when you’re looking at me like that.” But his eyes stayed narrowed. “You can’t just disobey me, Edeline. What does that say? You undermining my authority doesn’t help my wolf either.”I flashed him my best puppy dog eyes. A little pout, a little smile, hoping to soften him. “I’m sorry, Percival. I just know Conor wouldn’t do anything bad. You don’t trust me enough to know that, so I had to make sure. If I’d told you, you would’ve stopped me, and I needed answers. I’m so
Edeline“Let him know that. Let Maximus know that.”“I will. But Conor... this attack? It’s bigger than your history with Gaspar. Whatever’s coming isn’t going to wait for the dust to settle from a dick-measuring contest.”He let out a low, frustrated sigh as he crossed the line. "Well, if you're right, then it's not me you need to worry about. Gaspar has his issues with me because of Cilla. But no matter who shows up, we're here to fight by your side—for you, not for Percival. For all I care, that little shit can—"Before he could finish, my wolf growled, low and warning. "Be cautious, Conor. That's my friend."
EdelinePercival had left just moments ago, the front door clicking softly behind him, and I was still on the couch—wrapped in silence, surrounded by the faint hum of memory. His parents’ home felt like a monument to the past. The pictures lining the walls held snapshots of laughter, of pups chasing each other through the halls, of tradition and strength.I used to come here as a kid. Family gatherings. Stories by the fire. I never thought I'd be sitting here, claimed by the Alpha of the house… and carrying his pup.He wants me to live with him now.And for once, I wasn’t going to play cautious. Once we survived this—whatever this turned into—I’d follow him into the next ch
PercivalI was sweating bullets. Rage still pulsing under my skin. But that kiss… her touch… it grounded me. Her lips always tasted like peace in the middle of a fucking battlefield. I swallowed hard, jaw clenched as I slowly lifted her shirt, exposing her smooth, firm stomach. She let me. Didn’t flinch. Just gently slid her fingers into my hair, rubbing slow circles as I dropped my forehead against her belly.I needed to be right there—touching the proof that she was still mine. That she was carrying a part of me. Her voice was soft as her hand moved through my hair. “Percival… do you remember what Darius said about us? That we’d have a happy life together?”I nodded, eyes shut, breathing her in.“And Claire,” she added. “She said I had the moon’s favor. That it wouldn’t let me die. I won’t die, Percival.”I murmured against her skin, voice barely audible. “But… the pup.”She sighed beneath me, hand still gentle. “The pup will be fine. I promise.”We stayed like that for a moment—j
PercivalI walked over to her, dragging a hand down my face and letting out a breath. Yeah—I was still butt naked. She looked up at me with that sexy little smirk and handed me a pair of boxers. “Would you mind putting these on?”I slipped them on right in front of her, because why not? Her eyes didn’t shy away—not even a little. And even though I was brooding, pissed, restless as hell… feeling her gaze on me? It did something. Like a hum underneath my skin. My wolf liked it. Liked that she appreciated what we were.I caught her biting her lip while I stood there. “How are you so calm with all this chaos going on?” I asked, half in awe, half in disbelief.Her brows li
PercivalProtecting... loving... fuming... exhausted... hurting.That’s me right now. A swirling mess of everything this day threw at me. And yeah—over the moon too. How is it possible to feel all of it at once?Edeline.One word. One person. And she’s the only one who could ever make me feel this way. There’s no better way to describe her than just—amazing.Today was chaos. A rollercoaster of emotions I didn’t sign up for. But what really shook me was the revelation... there's a pup growing in the incubator. My pup.It’s stirred something
EdelineI pulled the paper from my back pocket and angrily threw it at his chest.He frowned as he read it, his confusion mirroring mine when he first saw the tattoo. He looked up at me, bewildered. “What is this?”Then, his gaze shifted back to my arm as he examined the tattoo, his expression a mirror of the shock I had felt moments ago.I pressed the bridge of my nose, groaning softly. "I told you that Darius was sent by the moon to speak with me. He gave me a thorough explanation of everything. He denied that I was incited or that I sought the ink. He also told me I’m the moon’s warrior—something I’m not familiar with. But, Percival, that’s not all. He told me that
EdelinePanic clawed up my chest. I shot up and reached for him. “Wait! No!”But he caught me in his arms, holding me tight—so tight I could barely breathe. “The Darius you know... that’s who I’ve always been,” he murmured against my hair. “Remember that. I’ll be watching you grow, Edeline. I love you.”His arms tightened, and I broke, sobbing into his chest. The grief cracked open the dam I’d held for too long.Then... he was gone.I stood beneath the weeping willow, alone again, kneeling atop the grave of the friend who had shaped so much of my life. The pressure that had surrounded m