Ivy's POV
"What happened? Why did the Alpha have to bring you like this?" Ryan asked me as soon as I stepped into the home with him.
"A lot of werewolves attacked us and our car crashed. We fought them off and then Chris brought us here," I explained quickly, rubbing a hand to my forehead. God, I was cold and I had a splitting headache. I hadn't been able to see much of what had been going on outside while Chris fought those werewolves off since I'd been focused on finding a spell to somehow help him out in the grimoire, but from what I could make out from all the sounds was that it had definitely been brutal.
Ryan's eyebrows furrowed. "Werewolves? Why?"
I shrugged, still cradling my head. "How would I know? All I know is that I helped as much as I could and we were able to get away."
"You helped?" he asked, brows raised in surprise.
Chris' POVKissing Ivy was unlike anything I'd ever ever experienced before. It was both hot and cold, sweet and spicy, calm and passionate at the same time. It ignited an inferno of passion within me, burning brighter with each passing moment as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. I obliged, wrapping my own arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him, so much so that there wasn't a slither of space between us.She gasped lightly at the contact and I took that moment to plunge my tongue into her mouth, duelling with her own for dominance. She gave as good as she got, and I moulded my lips to her, kissing her with a passion I didn't know I possessed until then.All I could think about through my Ivy induced haze was to mark her as my own and it wasn't long before my lips left hers to trail kisses down her jaw, finally reaching her throat.The feeling of my ca
Ivy's POV"Ivy? Come, let's find some clothes for you," Mom said as she hooked her arm with my fourteen year old self before dragging me off to a store.Me being the moody teenager whined in protest. "But mom, you know I hate changing clothes again and again."She chuckled in response. "I promise I'll keep the clothes changing to a bare minimum."I rolled my eyes. It was what she always said whenever we went shopping. I knew from experience it wasn't true but I went with it anyway to appease her. It was the fastest way to get her off my back about this.Before I knew it, she'd piled on a big chunk of clothes in my arms before guiding me towards the changing rooms in the seemingly empty store."Remember Ivy, I will only be back once you find him. And you must find him soon," she whispered lowly in my ear before pushing me into the cha
Chris' POVOnce the three of us had had breakfast in Martha's room, we took our leave with Ivy promising to come see her soon again to see my baby pictures.I briefly wondered how she would feel when she realised said baby pictures were actually more than a hundred years old and in black and white. Probably go hysterical again. I smirked to myself at that, Martha had brought it upon herself so it was her headache now."Where are we going?" Ivy asked, even as she followed behind me.I slowed down a little to match her pace before replying. "To the training grounds behind the palace.""Training grounds?" she parroted."I believe that's what I just said.""I heard you just fine the first time," I knew without having to look at her that she was rolling her eyes at me. It made my lips twitch.
Ivy's POVI'd done it! It had been the most painful thing I'd ever done, but I'd done it. And that wasn't the only thing that made me want to prance around, no. It was the fact that I'd done something to make Chris actually grin at me like that was what had me over the moon.And boy, what a grin it was.It transformed his whole face, making him look much younger, much more carefree than I'd ever seen him. It was almost weird what something as simple as a smile could do to you. He looked youthful, more handsome somehow. Not that he wasn't already handsome enough, but the grin on his face, showing his perfectly aligned pearly whites made him even more so.It was a very selfish thought to have, but somehow I was glad that he didn't grin often, that I was the only one privy to this side of him. It made me feel special, this moment between us feel special. Besides, if he went around gr
Unknown Third Person POV"The woman is getting pretty close to the Alpha," the man in the black cloak commented.His companion nodded. "Yes, she is. But no matter. When she sees who is stronger, she will part with us."The man adjusted his cloak around him as he took a seat next to his companion. "And what if she doesn't?"His companion glared at him. "She will. She has to."The man stared at his companion for a few moments, not saying anything. The possibility that the woman wouldn't agree with them and try to support the Alpha was always there but his companion was not ready to entertain the thought, let alone find a solution if a situation such as that should arise.The woman the Alpha associated himself with was very powerful. It would not bode well for them if she chose him when the time came.And sinc
Ivy's POVI frowned as Chris began to leave, his face stone cold even as his eyes blazed in anger."What's happening?" I asked, running after him."Stay here, I'll be back soon," he ordered.I rolled my eyes. I obviously wasn't going to leave him, not when he was like this. But something told me that being my usual stubborn self wasn't going to let me have my way this time around, so I tried a different tactic. "I want to be more involved. Whatever happened to me standing by your side and taking up my responsibilities as Luna?"Chris growled, not slowing down as he, Mateo, Ryan, Fred and I marched towards the main door. "It is dangerous out there, Ivy."I raised a brow. "I think I can handle myself. Last I checked, it was me who helped you when those rogues attacked."Chris shot me a glare. "I am not going to put
Chris' POVGuilt gnawed away at me as I shushed Ivy. She still didn't know that her father's death wasn't just a death. It had, in fact, been a murder. And it was the members of this pack itself who had killed her. And that I was the one responsible for her father's death, albeit indirectly.I wanted to tell her the truth, I always tried to be honest with her. But this news could have catastrophic consequences. She could actually leave me for this. Ans I didn't want to loose her. Not now, not ever.I'd waited way too long for a mate and I wasn't ready to part with her so soon, or ever for that matter.So, I chose to stay silent, gently rocking her back and forth instead.Our relationship had only just started and I didn't want to jeopardize it right now. I'd be the first to admit that I was selfish when it came to her. As much as I wanted to give h
Ivy's POV I made my way into our room. There, on the floor in front of our bed lay a carton made of cardboard. I briefly wondered when I began thinking of this room as ours instead of just his or mine. Probably somewhere between agreeing to share the same bed as him and kissing him. I shook the thought away, focusing on the box instead. I heaved it up onto the bed before sitting cross legged in front of it on the bed. Slowly, I took the tape off of it. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel as I opened the box and looked at it's contents. There wasn't much in there, the box hadn't been very big to begin with so I hadn't hoped for much. Inside, there was a large file, a leather bound journal and a small photo album. I picked up the photo album first, memories floating in the front of my mind's eye in a rush as I flipped through it, stopping on a picture from my eighth b