Beta Emile's Point of View stillYears of silence unraveled between us as we collapsed into a hug that felt like home, two souls rescued from the wreckage. Never, in my wildest dreams or my most fervent prayers could I have imagined that Ettire, the future Alpha and only son of Alpha Renee and Luna Andrea, had survived the brutal debacle. “Ettire! You’re alive! Oh, Moon Goddess, what a blessing!” My voice was hoarse with emotion, filled with a disbelief that warred with the irrefutable sight before my eyes. All those years I had spent in crushing loneliness, convinced I was the sole survivor of Blue Moon’s decimation. The weight of that solitary existence had been immense, a burden I had carried deep within my bones. “Where were you all this time?” I stammered, holding him at arm’s length, my hands gripping his shoulders as if to ensure he was truly solid, truly here. “I came back here regularly, even made
Beta Emile's Point of View still As we drove into what remained of Blue Moon, I felt the shift in the atmosphere immediately, like a physical change in the air pressure around us. The heavy, suffocating blanket of grief and desolation that had clung to this place for three long years seemed to have been subtly lifted. Instead, a fresh wind whispered through the skeletal trees and ravaged structures, carrying with it an energy that somehow offered a fragile glimmer of hope. It was almost like the old days, when Alpha Renee and Luna Andrea would walk these very paths, laughing, sharing words with their subordinates who eagerly came to greet them with unrestrained joy. A faint, bittersweet smile crept across my lips at the ghost of that memory. Something was happening here, something unexpected but important. There must have been a presence that finally helped lift the spirits of my fallen p
Margie eased in beside me the moment I took the wheel, as if that spot had always been hers. Her presence filled the space, a warm, unexpected addition to my previously solitary journey. We had planned the route beforehand, so she entered the destination into the GPS. Her self-assured posture, the way she took control of the navigation, exerted an undeniable pull on me. This girl was clearly independent, firmly rooted in human society, a woman who knew how to find her own way. But emotionally, I felt deep down, she needed me, and I had no intention of ever disappointing her. The mere thought made my wolf purr contentedly in my mind. “Emile, you didn’t say which area you’re from, or where your family lived,” she suddenly remarked, her voice imbued with a curiosity that surprised me, as if she had overheard the silent conversation between Xin and me. I noticed the three she-wolves in the backseat listening i
Beta Emile's Point of View I could hardly believe it. The Moon Goddess, in her unpredictable grace, had blessed me with a second chance mate! The mere thought sent a wave of disorienting euphoria through my chest, a sensation I hadn’t known existed since the world crumbled around me some time ago. After the brutal massacre that had claimed Lisse and my entire pack three years ago, I had been utterly shattered, teetering on the precipice of madness. There were days, far too many of them, when I felt on the brink of giving up entirely, the will to live, to simply exist, having completely vanished. My very soul had been a void, echoing with the screams of my loved ones and the agonizing silence of their absence. But an unknown force, a stubborn, tenacious spark deep within me, had held me upright, both mentally and physically. It was a burning ember of vengeance, a sworn oath to exact retrib
Emile’s grin widened, a subtle, dry humor dancing in his eyes as he met her gaze. He swallowed the last bite of a generously sized steak before replying, a perfectly smooth, unruffled demeanor. “We eat like… hungry wolves, you know,” he stated with a casual air, as if delivering a simple, universal truth about human metabolism, completely ignoring the implicit absurdity of the comparison. His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly towards Anna, Jor and Amy, a silent, shared jest passing between the four of them, a secret understanding Margie was blissfully unaware of. “We eat a lot, but we burn it off quickly.” He delivered the explanation with a calm, almost nonchalant ease, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, just a quirky fact about them. Margie laughed, an innocent, tinkling sound that added to the cheerful ambiance of the restaurant. Her shoulders shook with amusement as sh
Anna, Jor, and Amy stood frozen, their mouths agape, witnessing the astonishing scene unfolding before them. This man, Emile, was unequivocally a werewolf, that much was immediately clear. Yet, the scent of his pack was hidden, off in a way none of them could place. It was evident, even from across the bustling Pit Stop, that he was high-ranking, the sheer authority radiating from him spoke volumes. His aura was undeniably dominant, a palpable force in the air, yet it seemed to visibly soften, almost melt, as his piercing eyes remained fixed solely on Margie. This lovely human, their oblivious Margie, was the werewolf's mate.That much they knew with a certainty that resonated through their own wolf instincts. A wave of surprise rippled through them. None of the three had ever heard of, let alone witnessed, a werewolf actually mated with a human. It was an anomaly, a breach of every known societal norm within their kind. The implications were staggering.