My Forbidden Mate

*Eleanor*"I can't take this anymore, God!" Delilah's voice rang out, it was so loud, as she stormed into my office. She slammed her hand on the table, the sound was so sharp and loud. I dropped the pen I was holding and rushed to her side. Her body was practically vibrating with anger, her fists clenched so tightly I could see her knuckles turning white.“What happened this time, Lil sis?” I asked. I could tell by the way she was trembling that this wasn’t just another small frustration. Something had made her angry again, and I could already guess who it was."That motherfucker, who the hell does he think he is?" Delilah spat, her eyes were full of fires. I didn’t need her to say his name. I knew exactly who she was talking about—Nickolas, the ruthless Russian Alpha from the Shadowood Pack, the man she was supposed to marry in two weeks. The man who had never shown her the slightest bit of interest.My heart ached for her as I watched her boil over. I’d seen her go through so much

NICKOLAS POV (SHADOWOOD PACK)I pressed my palms against the warm wooden railing of the balcony, staring out at the sprawling city below. The lights from the Shadowood Pack’s territory stretched endlessly, illuminating the night like a restless beast which refused to sleep. From up here, the noise of the pack, the howling wolves, distant laughter, the hum of traffic—was nothing more than a faint murmur.I dragged deeply on my cigarette, the smoke curling into the air. Behind me, the faint scent of sweat and perfume clung to the room, a reminder of the hours I’d just spent with Emerald.“Hey,” she murmured, her hand sliding across my back. “Come back to bed.”I didn’t bother turning around. “I thought you’d left,” I said.There was a pause, just long enough for me to catch the hurt in her silence. “I thought maybe we could talk,” she finally said, trying to sound casual.A humorless smirk tugged at my lips. Talk? What part of our arrangement made her think there was room for that?“We

NICKOLAS PovSILVERCLAW HOLLOWAs our convoy rolled into Silverclaw Hollow pack, I leaned back in my seat, my eyes scanned the towering structure that loomed ahead. The pack house was a big mansion built in the heart of a dense forest, with high stone walls encased in creeping ivy and towering oak trees. The architecture was a mix of old-world charm and modern elegance, its sharp gables and grand archways a testament to the pack’s wealth and influence.The pack members had lined up along the driveway leading to the entrance, their heads bowed in respect as our convoy passed.When our cars came to a halt, I stepped out first. My mother emerged next, her posture was straight and commanding as ever, she adjusted her fur-lined coat.A group of high-ranking wolves approached us. The man leading them was tall and broad-shouldered, his silver-streaked hair. His wife, a woman with a piercing green eye, stood at his side. Clearly the Alpha of Silverclaw Hollow, stepped forward.“Alpha Nickolas