AlexI hate fucking leaving Nova alone, but this shit needs to be dealt with.As I walk toward my room, my mind drifts back to last night. Fuck.I can still feel her against me, the way her body moved, the way she claimed me as hers. It was better than I ever imagined—and I’ve imagined it a lot. Too much.The memory of her scent, her heat, the rawness of it all nearly makes me turn around, march back to the room, and lock the door. Instead, I force my feet forward, exhaling through my nose.I’m wearing yesterday’s shirt, the fabric wrinkled from where she gripped me, held me to her like she was afraid I’d disappear. And beneath it… her mark.I haven’t even looked at it yet.When I reach my room to shower and change, I step in front of the mirror, gripping my collar and tugging it down. My breath hitches.The crescent mark is there, bold and undeniable, just above my collarbone. It isn’t just any mark—it’s her mark. The colors match her perfectly. As if her very essence has been impri
Nova When I wake up, I am enveloped in his scent.It’s the best possible way to wake up. Warm and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a blanket. I keep my eyes closed, savouring it, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull me into a dreamlike haze.I shift slightly, and the moment I do, strong arms tighten around me.A kiss—soft, lingering, possessive—presses against my shoulder, sending shivers cascading down my spine."Good morning, my love."His voice is husky with sleep, deep and rough, and it sends flutters low in my stomach.I finally open my eyes, and the sight of him steals what little air I have left.Tousled hair. Sleepy blue eyes still dark with the remnants of the night before. A lazy smile on his sexy lips.He kisses my shoulder again, slowly, sensually this time. His tongue swirling over sensitive skinHe knows exactly what he’s doing.I don’t even have to say anything—he can feel it through the bond. The slow, heated ache curling through me. The way my body r
NovaI was right. He’s huge.My breath catches in my throat, and I cling to him, needing a second to adjust.“Fuck, love,” he groans, voice thick with restraint. “You’re so tight.”He stays still, letting me breathe, letting me take him in.My one hand grabs the back of his neck, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging him back to me. When his lips return to mine, the kiss is even more intense, raw, and demanding. He moves out slowly.I feel a tinge of pain, but the feeling soon mixes with pleasure, as his one hand moves to my hip, massaging me. With a deep thrust he buries himself in me again.Alex whispers my name, the sound of it on his lips almost as if he's trying to anchor himself, reminding himself that I'm real, that this is real.Hearing him say my name like that, with so much meaning, makes my heart race. My hand grips his bicep, digging my nails into him, leaving crescent shapes on his skin.He thrusts into me again, and I moan loudly in between kisses.His lips are
AlexThe rest of the party passes in a blur.As soon as Nova and I return from the woods, I’m immediately surrounded by pack members. They bombard me with questions, their chatter an irritating buzz in my ears. They don’t even notice Nova’s amazing scent on me. The mark she left.I answer a few elders out of obligation, but my patience is thinning with every second. They want updates—how Father and I plan to keep the pack safe from Wendigos, strategies, alliances. Must we talk fucking politics at a party? The music, the laughter—everything should be about celebrating, not the never-ending cycle of blood and war.I grit my teeth and start telling them to ask Father instead. It’s not fair. As the future of the pack, I should be the one reassuring them, but my patience is at its breaking point.I scan the room, searching for Nova, needing an anchor. And I find her.She’s standing in the corner, talking to Lyra, Aurora, and Selene. That’s… a fucking weird group. Lyra, I understand—my sist
Nova“Of course,” I nod, curious, and I walk with her as we head out into the quiet garden. The air is cool, a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The scent of night-blooming jasmine mixed with the earthy smell of wet grass creates a sense of calm.She turns to face me, her expression serious. “I know I apologized to the Alpha-Heir already, but I need to apologize to you, too. For the part I played.” She pauses, looking down for a moment as if trying to find the right words. “What I did… going against the goddess, Diana, the bond she created between you and the Alpha-Heir. I feel… horrible about it.” She shakes her head. “I was so wrong, Alpha.”I watch her for a moment, unsure how to respond. Part of me wants to hold on to the anger. But another part of me, the one that recognizes the guilt she is feeling, softens.“You were repaying a debt, I understand that,” I say, my voice quieter. “But I appreciate you saying this, Selene.”She nods gratefully, her hazel eyes searching mine for
NovaNate watches me with an amused, knowing glint in his eyes. As I reach him, I tilt my head toward the dance floor.“Dance with me?”That easy, familiar smile spreads across his face. “Are you trying to confuse the pack, make Alex jealous, or start a war?”I laugh, taking his hand as he leads me toward the dance floor. “None of the above.”His brows lift in mock disbelief. “Oh?”“The only reaction I care about,” I murmur as he pulls me closer, “is Selene’s.”His expression flickers, and I can tell the exact moment he spots her. His gaze shifts toward the edge of the room, locking onto her. She’s frozen, eyes fixed on us, her expression a mix of shock and something else—something raw and unguarded.Nate exhales a quiet laugh. “Well, then. Mission accomplished.”I grin. “So, she is the woman you recognized during the battle with the Wendigos?”He doesn’t answer right away, leading me effortlessly across the floor before finally nodding. “Yeah. Something just clicked.”I study him, no
NovaThe party is in full swing—laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversation fill the grand hall. Alex is caught up in conversation after conversation, answering questions about pack matters and his Alpha initiation.Interestingly, but not surprisingly, no one asks about him choosing a Luna.It’s the unspoken elephant in the room. There are rumours about us, of course, but nothing has been confirmed. We agreed it’s better this way—keeping things between his family, the witches, and, unfortunately, Bianca. But who gives a shit about her?The moment the pack finds out, the questions will start.Will he step down as Oracle Alpha and join the Arcane Pack? Will I give up my title and return with him? Who will lead and who will follow?Questions we aren’t ready to answer. Because we don’t have answers.Besides, we have bigger problems than pack politics. We won’t reveal our bond—not as mates, not as a couple—until we deal with the curse. If he announces that he will marry me and
AlexThe grand hall is a masterpiece of old-world elegance. High, white marble ceilings stretch above, adorned with intricate carvings of celestial symbols in gold and blue. The colours of the Oracle Pack. The mansion is alive with music and laughter. Everyone is having a great time, and all threats of a looming war against the Arcane Pack are gone. I was surprised at how seriously the warriors took my little ‘chat' regarding Nova. Luckily, Nate backed me all the way, and our united front quickly convinced them. Besides, many of these warriors grew up with Nova. They didn’t want to harm her. It’s the annoying older men who don’t know her, who were stuck with the ancient mindset, that women are ‘weak’. I smirk… if only they knew what my fireball is capable of.I adjust the cuff of my black dress shirt, the fabric stretching over my arms. The top buttons are undone, the sleeves rolled up just enough to be comfortable, but the tailored black slacks and leather shoes keep the look polis
Nova“Alright, sit down and shut up,” Lyra announces, cracking her knuckles like a warrior preparing for battle. “You may be an Alpha, but tonight? You’re my project.”I sigh, reluctantly settling onto the plush vanity stool in her oversized pink bedroom. There aren’t many people I allow to speak to me so… openly. But Lyra? Damn, I love this girl. Still, she can be a bit overwhelming.“I don’t need a makeover, Lyra. I look fine.”"Fine?" She gasps as if I had just confessed to a grisly murder.“Nova, darling, fine is what you say when your hair straightener breaks before a date, or when your ex tells you he’s moving in with his new girlfriend and you pretend you don’t care. Fine is an insult.”I groan, already regretting this. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”Lyra places her hands on her hips, looking me over with a judgmental squint.“Because, my tragic little Alpha, this is your grand return. Do you want these people whispering about how you look like you just crawled out of