MasukThud.Thud.Thud.The rhythm of her heartbeat, he heard it with perfect clarity, as he sat behind her in the basin, her body pressed against his.His hands traced the length of her legs as he whispered, “May I?”A gentleman, indeed.He had longed to act upon the thoughts that had consumed him since she stepped into the water.Vargr doubted whether she understood the depth of his question, but her response came in a soft nod, “Yes.”Without another word, he bent to her neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin, and she gasped, her breath sharp as he planted a kiss.Her fingers curled, and her toes clenched as his lips moved slowly, trailing from the curve of her neck to the delicate edge of her ear.Tension coiled within her, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation.He pressed another kiss to her shoulder before standing silently.With quiet authority, he helped her rise. She followed his unspoken command.Lifting her in his arms, he stepped out of the basin, carrying he
"Luna, there is something that weighs upon my heart," Dorcas began gently.Lena, busy fastening the sash of her robe, did not turn."What is it?""Do you not love the Alpha, that you should favour the company of other men above him?"Her hands stilled, the question lingering heavily in the quiet that followed.After a pause, she resumed tying the robe, her back still to Dorcas."Why do you ask me this?"Dorcas bit her lip before answering. "Forgive me, my lady, but it troubles me to see you in the presence of another man… rather than your husband."At last, Lena turned."Dorcas," she said, her tone neither harsh nor soft, simply firm."Yes, my lady?""There are matters over which we hold no dominion—love chief among them. When one loves, one accepts all manner of consequence and meets it head-on." She took a slow step closer. "The Alpha and I are joined in duty, not in heart. We understand each other's needs.""Does he know?" Dorcas asked quietly, her gaze faltering.Lena’s brows arch
“The Pack Lords await in the throne room,” Miriam announced, her voice composed.Silence lingered.“Alpha…” she prompted gently.Vargr lifted his gaze at once, the weight of thought pressing behind his eyes.Miriam stepped further into the study, her presence steady but cautious.“What troubles you, my lord?” she asked.“A great many things, Miriam. News has reached me—unsettling news—and it weighs heavily on my mind.”She seated herself across from him, hands folded neatly in her lap.“When you were in service to my mother,” he began, “did she ever speak of Lydia Voss bearing a hidden child?”A pause. The fire cracked in the hearth.“No,” Miriam replied slowly. “Why do you ask such a thing?”“Word has come to me of a creature—half wolf, half mage. A hybrid. And it is said the blood that flows in its veins traces back to Lydia Voss.”Miriam’s brows drew together, her thoughts turning inward.“I recall that Lydia bore a son while still within this pack,” she said at last. “But the chi
“Do not shift before her. She will not withstand the sight of your wolf.”Those had been Dylia’s words, soft but resolute.Cedric held them close as the carriage creaked through the first stretch of human land, frost-laced and silent. Snow blanketed the world in stillness, save for the rattling of the wheels against stone. Suddenly, a loud crack split the quiet—one of the carriage wheels struck a jagged rock and lurched violently, throwing the balance off. Inside, Milicent stirred, agitated by the sudden jolt.Cedric leapt down, the cold biting at his skin despite the heavy woolen cloak drawn tight about his shoulders. This part of the realm was merciless, winds sharp as blades, cold that crept into the bones.He moved to the carriage and peered in.Milicent was awake, but her gaze was vacant, fixed upon some faraway sorrow. Gently, he climbed in beside her, drawing her frail arms to rest against him. He brought forth the water flask and pressed it to her lips.“Drink, sweetling,” he
"Beautiful. You look beautiful," she murmured, her hand gently tracing the line of his face before cupping his cheek.His wolf stirred, softening under her touch, his eyes wide and full of tenderness.With a quiet sigh, he leaned into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.---The next moment, they found themselves in the cave, his back pressed against the wall as she rested upon his leg."Tell me about yourself, Luna," he murmured, his voice low and steady.A soft smile curved her lips, one filled with peace and affection. Finally, she could speak of herself to him."My full name is Magdalena Aimee Greaves," she said quietly.He repeated the name in his mind, committing it to memory. "Magdalena... Lena... You have the most beautiful name.""Thank you." She smiled and continued, "I am the only child of my family. We lived in a small village in human lands... just me... and my mother.""And your father?" His hand gently circled her bare stomach."He died before I was born, according to
“Luna,” he called, his voice firm yet measured.She lowered herself in a respectful bow, the haunting shadows in her eyes dissipating as swiftly as they had come.“I wish to offer my gratitude,” she began quietly. “For saving me that day. I shall remain in your debt for as long as I live.”“You would?” he asked, and at his words, she dared lift her gaze to his—though unease stirred within her as their eyes met.She quickly lowered her head again, her voice gentler still. “How might I repay you?”The Alpha turned from her then, casting his gaze over the fields where the spring crops had begun to rise.“Stay alive,” he said at last.She stilled, uncertain if she had heard him rightly.He added, without glancing back, “You have done more than enough, Luna.”No further words came. She lingered a moment longer, then stepped away in silence.A short while later, he turned to his second.“Take over,” he commanded curtly.Jade bowed low. “Yes, Alpha.”---Lena returned to her chambers and cro







