LOGINBang. Bang…
Someone was banging on the door. I took a deep breath, reminding myself I wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t those two idiots. The two idiots here could be worse, but at least I had hope that I’d be saved by someone. “Adriana, Luna, it’s me, Joey. Come out, they’re gone.” “Joey.” I sniffled. I didn’t even realize I was crying. “Joey, what happened?” I stood and opened the door. At least she didn’t have any injuries. I had imagined the worst, thought I’d see her in terrible shape—but whatever they did to her wasn’t physical. It had to do with witchcraft. “Are you okay?” She looked me over from head to toe, examining me, checking for injuries. When she didn’t see any, she sighed in relief. “The Alpha would have my head if anything happened to you.” “Where is he? Where is everyone?” The thought of anything happening to Devon made me sick. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. “They’re fine. It was just some rogues with no battle tactics. The Alpha alone could handle that.” “Really?” “Yes. He’s a very powerful hy—” she caught herself, forcing a laugh. “I mean, a very powerful wolf.” She gave a nervous chuckle, clearly trying to hide something. “Let’s go meet your mate. He must be worried sick.” I wonder what Joey was trying to say, what could she be hiding from me? I'll have to ask her. But that will have to wait for later. In all honesty, I couldn’t wait. In the short time I’d known him, I felt like I’d known him forever. I missed him already. I couldn’t wait to mark him… No. Where did that thought come from? I was supposed to have a talk with him. I couldn’t believe I forgot that so easily. As we stepped out, I watched Joey closely. She opened the way with nothing but a bang of her hand. I couldn’t help but wonder why those rogues’ banging hadn’t worked. A lot of people were walking around the pack house quietly. They looked shaken, but no one was making a fuss. I noticed something else too—this pack didn’t have the standard number of people. There were maybe a hundred, maybe even less, and they all lived inside the pack house. Only the mated ones had built their own houses outside for privacy. Then I saw him. Devon. He was pacing the halls, looking disheveled, wearing only shorts. His chest looked so… yummy. Six-pack abs—I knew because I counted. That deep V-line disappearing below his waistband… My thoughts cut short when I caught Joey smirking knowingly at me. My face heated, and I blushed. I started toward him, if only to avoid Joey’s teasing. The closer I got, the hotter I felt. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. In a heartbeat he was in front of me, scooping me up. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. “I missed you,” he growled low, nibbling my neck. “Me too. I—I missed you too.” I tilted my neck, craving more of him. Around him, I lost all sense. I hadn’t even realized we were moving until he laid me down on the bed. “My mate. Mine.” His growl deepened as his mouth worked at my neck. I arched off the bed with a scream. “Ahhhh!” Our lower bodies pressed together. We were grinding, panting, breathless. He trailed lower, down my neck to my chest. He snarled at the fabric in his way. His claws tore it in half with one swipe, then retracted. He groped me, licking and sucking like I was the sweetest meal. “Ahhhh!” I wanted more. I grabbed his head, pressing his face into my breasts. He pulled back just enough to look at me. “You’re so beautiful. Stunning.” His thumb traced my lips before he leaned down and captured them in a searing kiss. His lips were soft, but the heat was consuming. He nipped and nibbled my bottom lip. The kiss was deep, like he was exploring every part of me. “Mmmmm,” I moaned into his mouth. “Baby, you taste so sweet. My sweet Addy.” He pushed his thumb between my lips. “Suck.” His gaze was heated, like I was art he couldn’t stop admiring. “Exquisite. You do things to me. Sucking on my thumb like it’s my cock.” “Mmmmm.” “You like that? You want to suck my cock?” I whimpered and nodded, high on him. I was excited to see where this would go. excitement mixed with fear because I still hadn't talked to him. “I know, baby. We’ll get there soon. For now, I just want to kiss you. I love the way you taste.” Knock. Knock. “Alpha, there’s an Alpha from the Moonfang Pack at the border. He says you have something that belongs to him.” My breath hitched. How did they find me? No. I knew I had to leave. I couldn’t get comfortable here. Mate or not, he wouldn’t sacrifice his pack for me. My heart was pounding in fear , I was petrified. they were here for me. No... I jumped off the bed and tried to run—but he was faster. “What do you think you’re doing?” “No, you’re just going to hand me over to him. I need to leave now. If he finds me, I’m dead!” “Babe, baby, take a deep breath. Calm down and talk to me, okay? If who finds you? What’s going on?” I was gasping, on the verge of a panic attack. “I’m sorry, baby. I was carried away by the bond forming. I didn’t even think to ask what happened, why you were like that when I found you.” “If you don’t want me to let him in, I won’t. I promise.” “Why?” My voice was barely a whisper. He leaned down, kissed me softly. “Because even though I just met you, you mean the world to me.” “I don’t want to meet him.” “Then you won’t.” “Alpha, he’s threatening war if you don’t give him what he wants.” “Joey, send him away. We don’t entertain people like him.” “Yes, Alpha.”The morning sun, a gentle artist, spilled its golden hues across the sprawling courtyard of the Ironfang stronghold. It illuminated the dew-kissed stones, kissed the vibrant blooms in the carefully tended gardens, and, most importantly, warmed the faces of Adriana and Devon as they watched their children play. George and Georgia, now five years old, were a whirlwind of energy and laughter, their days filled with the joyful exploration of their world.George, with his father’s adventurous spirit and a mop of unruly dark hair, was attempting to scale a particularly sturdy oak tree near the main keep, his small hands gripping the rough bark. He’d reached a respectable height, his tongue poking out in concentration.“Careful, little pup!” Devon called out, his voice a low rumble of affection. He stood with his arm around Adriana, their bodies a comforting anchor for each other amidst the playful chaos.Georgia, mirroring her mother’s more thoughtful nature and possessing Adriana’s strikin
The air in the Ironfang stronghold crackled not with fear, but with a potent, rising hope. Adriana, standing before the gathered packs and the King’s own defecting guards who had heard the truth, felt the land thrumming with anticipation. King Theron, finally extricated from Elias’s suffocating influence by a brave contingent led by a deeply conflicted Valerius, stood beside her, his eyes clearer than they had been in years, though still heavy with regret.Elias, stripped of his false authority, stood defiant but alone. His final desperate act – ordering the Royal Guard to seize the twins under the King’s purported decree – had been thwarted not by brute force, but by the King’s own awakened conscience, spurred by Valerius’s intervention and the evidence of Elias’s manipulation. Valerius, remembering the conviction in Devon’s eyes and the disturbing nature of Elias’s orders regarding the twins (which felt more like an assassination plot than protection), had made a critical choice. I
The King’s chambers, once a symbol of regal authority, had become a gilded cage of paranoia. Elias, with Patricia’s subtle enchantments weaving a web of fear around Theron, had successfully twisted the King’s perception. The King no longer saw his grandchildren as heirs, but as vessels for Anya’s perceived vengeful spirit, a threat that whispered of his own inadequacy and the instability of his reign.“They are Anya’s eyes, Your Majesty,” Elias intoned, his voice smooth as polished obsidian, as he stood beside the King’s throne. “Every innocent glance they cast hides a prophecy of your downfall. The Ironfang Pack, in their misguided devotion to Anya’s memory, are only hastening the fulfillment of her supposed will.” He gestured towards a partially completed decree, an order for the immediate apprehension and ‘sequestration’ of the royal twins. The wording was deliberately ambiguous, cloaked in the language of protection, but the intent was clear.King Theron, his face etched with a te
In the heart of the royal palace, cloaked in gilded opulence and suffocating guilt, King Theron sat on his throne, a shadow of his former self. Elias, with Patricia by his side, had begun weaving their insidious narrative into the King's already fractured psyche. Patricia, using subtle enchantments and carefully chosen words, amplified the King’s deepest insecurities, conjuring visions that played on his fear of Anya and her destiny.“Your Majesty,” Patricia began, her voice a velvet caress laced with mystical undertones, her eyes reflecting a manufactured empathy. She gestured towards Theron’s trembling hands. “Anya’s spirit… it is restless. It has always sought to reclaim what it believes was unjustly denied. And now, it has found a vessel.”Theron flinched, his eyes darting around the throne room as if expecting Anya to materialize from the shadows. “A vessel? What do you mean, Patricia?”Elias stepped forward, his voice carefully modulated to project concern for the King, not ambi
Elias, seething at the subversion of his carefully laid plans, felt the ground crumbling beneath him. The Stonefurriers had slipped through his grasp, Valerius was wavering, and whispers of unrest within the capital city, ironically orchestrated by his own agents in a desperate attempt to quell dissent, were now echoing back to him as a threat. Patricia’s chilling suggestion – to weaponize the King’s deepest fears against the twins – preyed on his ruthless pragmatism. It was a desperate gambit, but one that might just consolidate his power if executed perfectly.“The King’s paranoia,” Elias mused, stroking his chin, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “He already feels Anya’s shadow looming over him, her prophecy a constant threat to his perceived legitimacy. If we can convince him that the twins, her direct descendants, are not just heirs, but active agents of her vengeful spirit, bent on usurthing his throne… then his own fear will become my greatest weapon.”He turned to Patricia. “You
The mountain pass became a testament to the Stonefurriers' resilience and the Greyclaws' strategic disruption. The Royal Guard, though initially gaining ground, found themselves faltering under the combined pressure. Adriana’s elemental surge, though distant, had sent a ripple of unease through the Royal Guard ranks, a subconscious reminder of primal forces that Elias’s magic couldn't fully suppress. Lyra’s Greyclaws continued their hit-and-run tactics, preventing the Royal Guard from overwhelming Borin’s delegation.Alpha Borin, seeing the Royal Guard captain’s hesitation and the growing disarray caused by the lingering tremors and the Greyclaw harassment, made his move. “We are not your enemies!” he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of his pack’s respect. “We seek only to understand, to present Anya’s true vision! Elias’s decree is a tool of fear! If you value the King’s true well-being, and the future of this kingdom, you will let us pass!”The captain, caught between his ord







