-AURE-The door to the Alpha’s quarters closed with a heavy thud. I winced at the sound that echoed through the torchlit chamber. It was like a final sentence to our conversation.Alpha Mason was gone, leaving me alone in a room that was like a carefully crafted cage. It was a prison wrapped in slick stone and gold and accents. His lingering scent, a mix of pine and dominance, still lingered in the air, a consistent reminder of my predicament.Silence descended, and it was heavy and absolutely suffocating. I took a deep, shaky breath, the furious adrenaline of our confrontation ebbing away. It left a cold pit of dread in my stomach. The fear for my mother, so carefully hidden during our exchange, now threatened to overwhelm me. Fragile. Alone. His words were a venomous echo in my mind. He hadn't just taken me; he had taken the one thing I valued most and dangled it just out of my reach. My mother’s safety, my very freedom, were now tied to his whim.This is a trap for something m
-AURE-"Well, now," Mason's voice, surprisingly smooth and devoid of the aggression from moments before, reached me from directly in front of me. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"The rough fabric of the sack scraped against my face as I was unceremoniously dropped, the impact jarring my teeth. Before I could even gasp for breath, it was yanked away, revealing the flickering golden light of what appeared to be a torchlit chamber.Ruffled and irate, I shifted slightly, “I offered to come freely. You didn’t have to cover my head and carry me.”My vision swam for a moment, then snapped into focus. This wasn’t a dungeon. This was….opulence. The air, thick with the scent of aged wood and rich earth, hinted at deep roots. Tapestries depicting ancient battles adorned the stone walls, and furs softened the hard-packed floor. I was in the Alpha’s quarters.I scrambled backward, my back hitting a solid oak desk, my wolf snarling in my chest. Fear was a cold ribbon, yes, but it was quickly ove
-Colter-“You can’t be serious.” My words were dripping with resentment and frustration. “Are you really so blind? So desperate to believe that your father is all good that you can’t see the reality?”“I know! I know that my father isn’t all good, Colt! Who is?” Josephine finally snapped at me. “But I…I-what you’re accusing him of! It’s ridiculous!”“He watched her, Josephine! The way he watched her that night. He’d been eyeing her like prey. He wants her!” I asserted, my voice rising with every step that I took toward her. “How can’t you see that? He sees na strong, unaligned wolf-a powerful legacy, a mate that would undoubtedly grant him the right to the Moors seat.
-Colter-The crunch of my boots on the fallen leaves was the only sound accompanying me as I wandered around the edge of our territory. After I left the quarry, I couldn’t bring myself to go back home. Not just yet.There was a lot on my mind. Thoughts quarreling between two drastically different women in my life. Both whose undeniable beauty was only matched by the fierce independence.However, there was one who had been on my mind more often than not lately.Aurelia. Her scent, sharp and wild, lingered even now through the crisp autumn air, a tangible ghost of our conversation. My wolf, Maxim, was uncharacteristically quiet, the usual agitation replaced by a strange hum beneath my skin It wasn’t peace-not exactly, but a raw and unsettling clarity.The words that we’d exchanged were still reverberating in my mind. It was unlike any interaction I’d ever had where provoked feelings were involved. Least of all with my fated mate, the human I’d foolishly tried to push away. The human…t
-Aure-The walk back from the quarry was a blur of tangled emotions for both me and my wolf.Colter’s admission - ‘Yes, I do blame her.’ - echoed in my mind, a strange counterpoint to the thrumming confusion that always accompanied his presence.He knew, even though she was his mate, that in huge part, at least, this was Josephine’s fault as well as his own. Him admitting to that caused a warmth of newfound feelings that I was forced to navigate. Feelings that I just was not prepared for.“What are we going to do about this?”“Weather the storm just as we always do,” replied my counterpart. “Though difficult it may be.”That add-on was an indication of how truly complicated this situation had grown to be for not just me, but her as well.Even the motorcycle ride home did very little to quell my nerves or my thoughts.I’d pulled into the driveway and as I dismounted my bike, found myself blankly staring at the house, recalling that night. Recalling Josephine’s attempt at diplomacy desp
“You never told me why you were here,” Colt then said.I turned around, taking a glance at the beautiful rock formation that surrounded the small quarry. “Mom used to take me here when I was a little girl.” I smirked, meeting his gaze. “Makes sense now why we never lingered for too long. This is your territory, isn’t it?”He nodded. “Things are different now. So, you can stay for as long as you need to.”I smiled, grateful for the offer. “Thanks.” I turned and admired the scene behind me. And when I sensed him hardly a foot from my side I asked, “Is there a particular reason that brought you out here today?”Silence swallowed the space between us, forcing me to steal a glance at him. There was clearly a lot on his min