Mia's PovChristian wasted no time in attaching his mouth to mine, and taking me in our wolf form. What confused me was that I saw his eyes change color. They gleamed as golden sparks littered them. ‘Fuck, you feel so good mate,’ I heard his voice laced with a heavier tone. It didn't sound like him. And that had taken me aback. Was I in any trouble? Was it really my Christian? ‘Christian?’ I spoke through our mind link, a little confused and scared at the intensity at which he was going was almost…animalistic. Not that we weren't right now. But nonetheless, it made that small shudder of fear settle in. ‘Not Christian, mate. Leo.’ He corrected me. What did he mean by that where was Christian? ‘Im his wolf,’ he answered my unspoken question as he kept pounding into me at an inhumane speed while I became a moaning mess. This was so confusing. So basically my mate has a wolf that's…well, that's him but not him? That's how werewolves work? Which means I would have another soul in my body
Mia's Pov I judged wrong. In fact we did require backup. Why? Because Leo aka. Christian just landed at my feet after taking a hard blow of one of the spells. More rogues emerged as I continued throwing spells after spell, each one I remembered. Sometimes more branches erupted from the ground, sometimes fire balls shot out of my hands aimed at the rogues, sometimes the men. It was like they were pouring in numbers. Where were they even coming from? And then I notice it. To the far corner from where we were standing, a portal was opened. Just like the one Sylvia had done for me before. ‘We need to close the portal.’ I murmured through my mind link. The only question was how was I going to get there considering the big number of Balthazar's army standing as obstacles in front of me. Desmond caught onto my eye movement flicking from the portal back to the men. “Don't even think about it, Sugar,” he spat before another spell was fired my way. This fucking bastard. I dodged it before i
Mia’s Pov As Christian tenderly tended to the minor cuts adorning my skin, his expression etched with concern, I couldn't help but find his fussing endearing, albeit slightly excessive. "Are you sure that's all?" His voice was laced with worry, his touch gentle as he dabbed at the injuries."It's really nothing, Christian," I reassured him, stifling a bemused chuckle. "I've endured worse than this. You don't need to worry so much. Besides, you do realize they will heal in a few minutes now that I'm also a werewolf."But his concern persisted, evident in the furrow of his brow and the meticulousness of his ministrations. "Even so, you need to take care," he insisted, his tone firm yet tinged with affection. "Whether you're a werewolf or not, seeing you hurt pains me."Rolling my eyes playfully, I couldn't help but tease him gently. "You're making a fuss over nothing, you know. It barely even stings anymore.""Sit up straight," he scolded lightly, his gaze softening as he focused on wr
Mia's Pov Desmond's cries reverberated through the whole cell as Dominic crafted his artwork on him, leaving Desmond bleeding and lying in his own pool of blood. “I swear I don't know anything,” he cried out helplessly, his breaths coming out in short pants. “Balthazar leaves the coven occasionally, but till date it is still a mystery to everyone where he goes. He might be working with someone else but the shadow weavers are clueless. I swear I don't know anything more than this. Spare me.” Although I did not want to believe what Desmond was saying, there was some part of me that was convinced that he was not lying right now. It made my mind ponder in all directions. “Patch him up a little and make sure he stays alive. I'll come back tomorrow for more answers,” Dominic ordered the two guards standing in the corner of the cell as they bowed their heads respectively. “Yes King.” Dominic headed outside and Christian was quick to follow him. I, on the other hand, stayed back just for
Mia's Pov Anastasia, Julia and I decided to bake a cake since we were bored and I was in the mood for something sweet. Well it was mostly Anastasia and me doing the work. Julia just decided it would be best if she sat on the island and continued munching on the apple. She quoted ‘at least that way the pack wouldn't end up in flames.’ I don't even want to imagine what the pack would have gone through the last time Julia decided to make something. “Are you sure this is going to be enough?” Anastasia frowned looking at the tiny cap she filled with vanilla essence. “Yeah, just make sure it's not too much. It'll make the cake bitter,” I responded, keeping my focus on beating the eggs until they were nice and frothy. “Umm,” I heard the doubt in Anastasia's voice. “How much is too much exactly?” “A teaspoon is good.” “Ok,” she whispered, still seeking uncomfortable with just adding the vanilla essence to the eggs. “Oh come-on Ana, it's not that difficult.” Julia hopped off the island
Mia's Pov “Mia, no!” Julia yelled behind me as I ran out of the pack house following Chritian and Gamma Arnold who were busy dragging half conscious King Dominic to the back side of the pack house. I had never visited that area before so it was a first for me.I had kept my distance from them, so Christian doesn't scold me later for not obeying him. I tiptoed behind them discreetly as I saw them walk through giant steel gates hiding behind dense foliage. But before I could step though the door, a hand clasped onto my arm, spinning me around. “Are you crazy?” Julia hissed, looking at me with piercing eyes. “Do you realize how dangerous it can be? What if Christian sees you?” “I told you to not worry about me. I have it under control!” I jerked my hand out of the grip. “Under control? Do you realize what can happen if Christian and Gamma Arnold lose their hold on King? Let me give you a hint. It involves you and a word starting and ending in ‘D’. I rolled my eyes at the dramatic eff
Author's POV In the moonlit shadows of the enemy's territory, she waited patiently, crouched low behind a dense thicket of bushes, as she observed her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in short puffs, she positioned her arm to make her move. This was yet another chance to prove to her dad that she would never let him down. Her sleek, black attire blended seamlessly with the night, making her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital objective: capture the she-wolf sauntering at a distance from her. The chilling howl of the wind was drowned out by the distant growls of the creature she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, steadying her racing heart. Every muscle in her lithe frame coiled with anticipation. Mia's gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of her specialized tranquilizer dart gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only
Author's POVMia, her heart pounding with adrenaline, dragged the captured she-wolf, also the daughter of the Gamma of the Red Moon pack, into her father's presence. The she-wolf's eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance as she stood before Balthazar, Mia's father. "Father," Mia said with a determined tone, "I've brought her." Her father, his gaze unwavering, assessed the captive before him. The tension in the air was palpable. "Very well, my sweet daughter." Balthazar smirked, his voice unwavering. "We can finally exact our revenge and send a message to the Red Moon pack. They'll regret the day they crossed our paths. Take her," he signaled to one of the guards. Mia nodded in understanding, losing her grip and handing over the captive to the guard. This was just the beginning of their retaliation against the Red Moon pack, and Mia was determined to see it through to the end. "What happens next, dad?" Mia took a step closer to Balthazar. "Now we wait for them. And then ruin ever