…Rowland's pov…My alpha presence and aura commanded attention. I surveyed the scene from across the room. Spotting Freya, resplendent in her flowing white gown, her hair cascading down her shoulders in loose curls, he felt his heart skip a beat. Approaching her with a smile, he extended his hand."May I have this dance, my love?" Rowland asked, his voice filled with warmth and adoration.Freya's eyes sparkled with delight as she placed her hand in his, her fingers intertwining with his own. She nodded, a radiant smile gracing her lips."Of course, Rowland," she replied, her voice filled with joy. "I would be honored."As the music swelled, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private world. They moved with grace and synchrony, their bodies swaying to the enchanting melody. Rowland held Freya close, his hand resting gently on the small of her back, as they twirled across the dance floor.In the midst of the swirling dancers and the mesmerizing atmosp
…Rowland's pov…As the cheers echoed throughout the arena, a wave of excitement and joy washed over us. The voices of our pack members rose in unison, their enthusiastic shouts filling the air with a symphony of celebration. It was a chorus of love and support, a tangible manifestation of the bonds that united us all."Rowland and Freya! Forever together!" I heard a voice cry out, the words carrying a deep sense of happiness and anticipation. The cheers grew louder, their collective energy fueling our spirits and igniting a fire within our hearts.I locked eyes with Freya, and our smiles mirrored each other's. We could feel the love radiating from our pack, their genuine happiness for us resonating in every cheer and applause. It was an overwhelming feeling, knowing that we were surrounded by a community that embraced and celebrated our love."Alpha and Luna! Strong and united!" another voice exclaimed, the words resonating with a sense of pride and admiration. The pack members waved
…Rowland's pov…Freya picked up a small delicacy from the table and brought it to my lips. The crowd erupted into cheers and playful banter, their infectious enthusiasm filling the air. As I accepted the morsel, a wave of warmth washed over me. It was not just the taste of the food that stirred my senses; it was the act itself, a gesture of love and nurturing, a symbol of the care and devotion we shared.The entire gathering was soon being served refreshments, as the pack members indulged in the feast before them. Laughter and merriment filled the air as conversations flowed, and the bonds of camaraderie grew even stronger.Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, the elder officiating the ceremony stepped forward once again, his voice cutting through the jovial ambiance. "It is time for the newlyweds to retire to their room," he announced, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.Freya's face flushed with a delightful mix of embarrassment and excitement, and a playful smile danced on my li
…Freya's pov… I stood before the gathered pack, the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders. The time had come to reveal the depths of my power, the dark magic that coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, meeting Rowland's supportive gaze, finding strength in his unwavering love."My fellow pack members," I began, my voice steady yet filled with a sense of anticipation. "As your Luna, it is my duty to ensure the well-being and prosperity of our pack. In the depths of my journey, I have discovered a power within me, a power that I believe can bring healing and renewal to our beloved pack."A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes were fixed upon me, their anticipation palpable. I raised my hands, palms facing upwards, as I tapped into the reservoir of dark magic that resided within me. The energy surged through my fingertips, coursing through every fiber of my being.Slowly, deliberately, my hands began to move in a fluid dance, tracing intricate patterns in the air.
ELENA’S POVThere wasn’t much I enjoyed growing up. Being a werewolf in the pack with a low social status was a worse fate than death itself.My parents were constantly fighting over every insignificant matter and it soon became their daily routine. My brother was forced to become a pickpocket and the worse part was that he liked it. He enjoyed it. He took our little brother under his wing and trained him to be just as good as he was in what was slowly becoming the family craft.I did my best to hold everything together but there was so much I could do before it all went to the gutter.The clincher came one afternoon when I got home from the market to find my parents in the living room with a strange man. With the way he was dressed and the way he smelled, it was easy to decipher he was a slaver.“What’s going on here?” I asked clutching the grocery bag so tight that my knuckles turned white. I knew what was going on. It was obvious in their faces and my wolf warned me of the danger I
ALPHA ROWLAND'S POVI woke up feeling better than I had felt in a long time. I enjoyed laying with the new girl despite her stubbornness. She had been a virgin just as promised.I stretched out and yawned. I was spent completely from our vigorous lovemaking. I needed food badly in my system. It was the first time I had exhausted myself completely with a woman and that was because I enjoyed her too much.One of the maids brought in a tray for me. Inside was one of my favorite dishes and I ate the whole thing within minutes and requested more. This never happens and the maid was surprised by my request.After replenishing part of my lost strength with food, I left the room for some hours of training in the pits. The smell of the dust, sweat, and blood mixed with the sound of swords clashing was as therapeutic to my soul as any healer’s herb.I thrived in that environment and soon enough, I was starting to feel like myself once again. The exhaustion was gone completely by the time I drop
ANNE: THE SORCERER’S POV“This one’s fresh. Just how you like em’.” Harold said with his gold tooth shining like a medallion.He was a greedy bastard and the smile he gave me lasted on his face because he had been stupid enough to assure himself I was going to fall for his lame-ass tricks.“Let’s see it then,” I said keeping my face expressionless.He waved a hand that was big enough to smash a newborn into smidderins. I followed behind him as he walked into the storeroom which smelled worse than his breath.He stood aside and pointed to the table in the corner. I walked to the table and saw the dead woman. She was the exact body size and weight I had been searching for. Her dark hair was long and silky and there was an ugly wound at her chest just where her heart ought to be. I didn’t need to check to know if her heart had been damaged by whatever it was that had killed her.“The heart is damaged,” I muttered to myself.“What was that?” Harold yelled.I repeated what I had said much
ELENA'S POV I stayed in front of the mirror longer than I should have. The face I saw was completely different from the one I remembered. Not just the face but everything else had changed. The breasts I had before were small and perky but the ones I had now were heavy and full.My hair was no longer dark but brown and short. My eyes were now a lighter shade of brown; almost red.Everything about my physical appearance was different but I was the same girl I had once been. I touched my chest remembering how Alpha Rowland had stabbed me through my heart. There was nothing there now but it felt like I could feel the pain still fresh.I was going to make sure I carried out my revenge even if was the last thing I did. Death had tried to stop me once and failed. I wouldn't let it happen a second time.A woman was crouching not far from where I stood. Her breath came out in ragged gasps. She looked like she was going to fall over. I moved to her to assist her but she held out a hand to sto