POV Thorne The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm light across the floor. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but it was no use.After the knocking became pounding I flinched and got out of bed, realizing I was still wearing my night clothes. I stumbled to the door, opening it to reveal my father standing there, his expression unreadable. "Come in," I said quietly, stepping aside to allow him entrance. He entered the room and sat down on the edge of my sofa, his eyes wandered around as if searching for Azalea and I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was struggling to find the words."There's been discussion in the council, Thorne. They're saying that you and Azalea are divorcing?"I felt my heart drop. "What? No, that's not true. We're just taking some time apart.""Your mother, I mean, Lucille said that Azalea has moved out." My father didn't miss a beat when he said this. He knew what he was doing. I swallowed hard, f
POV Thorne As they walked up the staircase Axel 's smirk grew wider, like he knew something I didn't. I forced myself to remain calm, to keep my expression neutral. I extended my arm to Azalea, offering her my elbow. She took it gracefully, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Shall we?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. We entered the grand hall, the sound of violins filling the air. The pack stood in formation, waiting for us to begin the procession. I could feel their eyes on us, assessing our every move. As we walked past them, I could sense the tension in their shoulders, the way they held themselves just a little tighter. They were worried about us, about how we would handle being together in public. But I knew that they were also watching, waiting for any sign of weakness. Axel continued to smirk as he walked beside me, his arm still casually draped over Azalea's shoulders. She looked over at me, her expression a mixture of sympathy and regret. I could tell she
POV Thorne As the weeks went by after the gala I felt myself being drawn like a magnet to her. I couldn't really explain it myself, I mean we'd been married for three years and during those three years she was a good wife, always supportive and understanding, but now it was different. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was the only one who truly understood what I was going through, and I think she felt the same way. We began spending more and more time together, training, eating, and just talking. It was as if we were two halves of the same coin, always finding our way back to each other. But as much as I wanted to believe that things were changing between us, I couldn't ignore the fact that Axel was still there, still trying to undermine me at every turn. He seemed to grow more and more aggressive in his attempts to make her doubt my intentions, to make her believe that I wasn't worthy of her loyalty. It was a constant battle, one that I could feel wearing me down. One day, a
POV Thorne It has been a week since I've seen Azalea. Every day I've spent trying to figure out what to do. I can't seem to shake the doubt that Lucille has planted in my mind. What if the Moon Goddess was wrong about her being my mate? What if I'm not meant to be Alpha? "Thorne, son, you have been awfully quiet. Is there something bothering you?" My father asked as we sat in his parlor having a cognac. "It's just..." I began, hesitating. "I'm not sure if I'm meant to be Alpha. I mean, what if the Moon Goddess was wrong about Azalea being my mate?" He took a sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on mine. "I see. And when did you begin doubting the Moon Goddess?" he asked with a raised brow. "Father, I've always respected the Moon Goddess and her will, but lately...I don't know. Lucille has been whispering things, and it's just...it's getting to me." He sighed, taking another drink. "I understand that you're worried, son. But you must remember that the pack has always trusted your
POV Azalea I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Thorne was lying on the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Blood was pooling around him and Axel was standing over him, a satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do?" I asked him, my voice trembling. Axel's face fell, and he looked at me and then back at Thorne, "It was an accident, Azalea. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I just wanted to get him to back down." His words fell flat and I knew he was lying. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger course through me as I looked at the man I had once loved so deeply. "Thorne, can you hear me?" "Of course I can hear you," he wheezed, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up. "You're the only one I can hear." His words were slurred and I could tell he was struggling to breathe. I knelt down beside him, ignoring Axel as he stood off to the side. "Are you hurt badly?" I asked, carefully touching his shoulder. He shook his head, but I could see the pain in his eyes. "No,
POV Thorne As she stood there I walked through her living room and back to her bedroom. She followed behind me. “You can’t just expect me to drop what I am doing and go somewhere with you, Thorne” she argued. I had to avoid looking at her so she didn’t see the smirk plastered on my face. “I already checked with your professors and you have a vacation so….” I pulled out her drawer and started to grab out a pair of frilly panties. I could feel myself growing hard in my pants as I began to think about what she would look like wearing them. Azalea came up and snatched them from my hands, "I-I don't think this is a good idea." She said, I shook my head and pulled out some items from her other drawers. "It's not my idea. My father needs us to go to another pack and make an appearance." I could tell she was hesitating. I could also tell that she was growing more and more uncomfortable with the items I kept pulling out. I didn't want her to get too upset, so I decided to change the sub
POV Azalea As our kiss deepened, I could feel Thorne's hands slide up my bare back, cupping my neck. His tongue tangled with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, feeling a familiar heat building inside of me. He hadn't kissed me like this before, usually it was a peck on the cheek or a chaste kiss on the lips. But this...this was different. It was passionate and raw, and it made my heart race. I felt us moving backwards and my body hit the softness of the bed. He broke the kiss for a moment to take a breath and I looked up at him, my chest heaving. "You're so beautiful, Leah," he murmured, his eyes trailing down my body. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long." His hand slid up my stomach, his fingers brushing against my bare skin. I arched into his touch, wanting more. He unfastened the towel around my waist and let it fall to the floor, revealing my naked body to him. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. I gasped at the s
POV ThorneAs the night drew on, I found myself lost in the rhythm of the dance, the feel of Leah in my arms, the smell of her hair, and the sound of her laughter. It was as if all the time we had been apart had vanished, and we were back where we belonged, together. I couldn't help but wonder if she was beginning to believe me, if she was starting to trust me again. I felt a surge of hope, and with it, a determination to make things right between us. I knew I had been a fool to allow Vanessa to come between us, and I was grateful for this second chance to prove myself to Leah. I knew she still had insecurities about what my relationship was with Vanessa but I wasn't lying to her. Our dance came to an end, and as we walked back to our table, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring her beauty, her grace. I wanted nothing more than to tell her that I loved her, that I would do anything to make her happy, but I knew I had to be patient. I had to give her time to heal, to trust