LOGINKYLA’S POV
"What happened to the future Alpha?" Claudia asked. "He was sick of waiting around for the trackers to find your daughter, so he stormed off into the woods trying to catch on to Vivica's scent," the Luna sniffled, choking on her sobs. "And?" my father asked. "He searched for hours, but there was no sign of her. And when he lost her scent, he got angry and kicked a tree hard. He was so deep in his grief, he didn't see the tree until it was too late. It fell on him and knocked him out cold," Alpha Morgan finished for his wife. "Oh no!" Claudia gasped, and Father swallowed hard. "There's more. I'm just coming from the hospital." The Luna had a pale look on her face. "Don't tell me my son is...," Alpha Morgan couldn't even get himself to say it out loud. "No, he's not dead. But the doctors tried everything, Morgan, and his bones were so badly crushed his wolf was unable to heal him." "What are you saying, woman? Spit it out!" the Alpha shook her violently. "Tormund is crippled. He will never walk again." "NOOOOOOO!" The Alpha fell to his knees, a howl tearing from his soul. His wife dropped to the floor next to him and began to sob bitterly as she hugged her husband. "We have to do something. I cannot let my only son live like this. I don't care what it costs...we have to fix him," Tabitha cried. Claudia had tears running down her face as well. "Are you talking about black magic, Luna?" Tabitha's eyes blazed. "Black, white, or grey, I don't care. I will trade my soul if it means my son walks again. Whoever heals him, whatever their price is, we will give it to them." Morgan's rage refocused. His finger shot toward me. "Your disgusting daughter will be tried and punished for this," the Alpha said to the Beta. "If she hadn't threatened that sweet and loving Vivica, she wouldn't have left that suicide note for Tormund, and he wouldn't have run into the woods like a madman and gotten himself hurt." Father bowed his head. "I understand, Alpha." "Then get her out of my sight before I end her right here!" Father pulled me to another room where we could be alone. "Father, I promise I didn't do anything." "Silence!" His voice thundered. "Do you want our family destroyed? Do you want us cast out in shame? The Alpha will kill you for this. Kill us even. Unless..." His eyes narrowed. "...you heal Tormund." "What? Father, I... I can't—" "Oh yes, you can." His laugh was cruel. "I saw you heal that bird at the cemetery the other day. So don't fucking lie to me. You will heal Tormund using your damn witchcraft. And when they ask your price, demand marriage. Our family cannot lose its place. Vivica may be dead for all we know, so you will have to take her place." I was shocked. I had admired Tormund in silence for years, but I would never have dared to dream of such a bond, especially since I found out he despised me, plus I was nothing but an ugly duckling. Which man in their right mind will want a scarred woman like me? "Father, I can't," I said. His eyes glowed. "Oh yes, you will. Do you want to die? Do you want your family's blood on your hands? You're gonna march back into that room and tell the Alpha and Luna that you will heal their son. And that's an order from your Beta and father." My father used his Beta aura on me, so I had no choice but to obey whatever he had demanded. "Ok, Father. I will do it." I marched back into the room, and the Alpha stood to his feet with his claws out, ready to dig into my neck. "You dare show your face here again?" "I can heal Tormund!" I shouted. His claws stilled midair. "I can fix him. I can make him walk again." The Luna gasped, hope flooding her tear-streaked face. She slowly stood to her feet. Claudia spat, "Lies! She's only trying to save her worthless hide." "Shut up, Claudia," my father growled. "Let her speak." "Can you really heal him?" Luna Tabitha asked. "Yes, Luna." "You?" the Alpha scoffed. "I don't believe it." He narrowed his eyes. "I should rip your tongue out for such blasphemy." But the Luna was desperate to save her son. She didn't care if I was telling the truth or not, she just wanted me to try. "If you can really heal my son, I will give you anything you want. Money? Clothes? You name it, and it's yours." I looked to my father, who nodded at me, giving me the permission to go ahead and ask for what he had told me to ask for. I sighed. "If I succeed, my only wish is to...marry Tormund." The Alpha hesitated, and Tabitha clenched her teeth. "This is ridiculous!" Claudia began to protest, but Albert grabbed her by the shoulders and growled at her. She immediately cowered away to the side of the room with anger boiling in her veins. The Luna grabbed the Alpha's palm, and he looked at his wife and saw the pain on her face. The Alpha sighed, then his dark eyes landed on me. "This better work, or you and your entire family are dead." ****** Within a week, my powers nursed Tormund back from the brink of death. His bones magically healed, and he was walking again. His parents wept with joy as their son was no longer crippled. And as promised, my wish was granted. A month after Tormund's miraculous recovery, I became his wife and my family's status was safe. The ceremony was small and suffocating. Tormund barely looked at me, let alone spoke to me. But he marked me in front of our families, and I felt the bond sear into my soul, branding me his forever. I didn't get to mark him, since my wolf was too shy to do it in public, but Tormund assured our families that he would let me do it before the night ends. But on our wedding night, Tormund's cold words shattered my heart. "Don't think for one minute that because you forced this marriage with your schemes, that I will ever love you. Prepare to live like a widow beside me. Because you are dead to me, and I am dead to you."THIRD PERSON POVKyla began to talk, and once she started, it was like a dam had broken. She told him about her past and how her mother had been killed by bandits while they were traveling. She described the terror of living off the land as a child and the pain of being alone until she was rescued by a witch named Wynona. She told him how she eventually found her way back to her father's pack, hoping for a home, but instead found a man who had remarried and had a stepdaughter whom he had made his heir, completely discarding Kyla."That's messed up," Lowell said, his jaw tightening."I know. And you wanna know the worst part? My father told me he wished I had died with my mother that day," she said, her voice trembling just a little.She told him about the fire that had ruined her face, admitting that she suspected her stepmother or her stepsister had started it out of pure jealousy. Lowell listened keenly, his heart breaking for the young girl who had been surrounded by so much cruel
THIRD PERSON POVThe heavy curtains of the suite were drawn tight, but the distant rumble of thunder rolled through the room like a warning. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering heat of their bodies. Kyla clutched the black silk duvet to her chest, feeling the smooth fabric against her sensitive skin. She looked over at the man she knew only as Atlas, and she felt a wave of shyness wash over her that she hadn't felt while they were tangled together in the dark."I've never done this before," Kyla spoke with a hint of shyness to her tone, her eyes darting to the floor.Lowell let out a soft breath and reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her scarred cheek with a tenderness that made her heart skip. "You said that already," he reminded her, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know that I'm your first one-night stand, Kyla. But can we really call it a one-night stand yet? What time is it?"She checked the glowing red numbers of the
KYLA'S POVMy heart quickened, and a strange, dizzying feeling started to rise in my chest. I listened to his heartbeat thumping wildly against my ear while my other hand remained on his hardened cock. He wasn't lying. His body was telling the truth even if my mind couldn't believe it yet."And I've never met a more Godly and handsome man than you," I whispered back.My fingers began to move instinctively against him, tracing small circles on his skin. Suddenly, his heart rate picked up speed even more, thumping like a drum inside his chest."Your touch feels heavenly," he cooed, his head dropping to my shoulder. His eyes were burning now, that cobalt blue having darkened into a deep, stormy lust. They reminded me of... You know what? Never mind. Atlas watched with a predatory focus as I licked my lips. My mouth slowly moved toward his, drawn in by the magnetic pull between us."Can I kiss you now?" he asked in a rough voice, using one hand to cup my jaw so tenderly it made my soul a
KYLA'S POV"It's... it's your face," Atlas stuttered.My face?The bubble of afterglow popped instantly, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I sat up so fast that my head spun, and I frantically reached my hand up to my face to feel for my scarf. My fingers met bare, uneven skin, and my heart stopped. The silk was gone. It wasn't wrapped around my head, and it wasn't tucked under my chin."Shit!" I cursed, the word coming out as a choked sob. I rolled off the bed in a desperate scramble, my limbs tangling in the black silk sheets as I tried to get away from him. I didn't want to see the pity in his eyes, and I definitely didn't want to see the disgust. I hurried over to the far wall, pressing my face against it. I was turned away from him so he could only see the back of my head. The damn scarf must have fallen off during our lovemaking, and the thought that he might have seen my face while I was lost in pleasure made me want to shrink into the floor."Kyla," he called my name,
KYLA'S POVI was breathing so heavily, and my body was getting so hot from his touches that I felt like I was going to melt. There were sparks burning me everywhere his skin touched mine. It was the same way it felt with Lowell. I wondered if it was because of the pregnancy why I kept feeling this way with every man I've met lately.I didn't see when he snatched a condom from the nightstand, but I heard the sharp sound of him ripping the foil open with his teeth. Within seconds, I heard him sliding it onto his length.I held my breath, gripping the silk sheets until my knuckles turned white, anticipating the weight of him."Brace yourself, Little Wolf," he said. He shoved forward, and I felt the massive head of him piercing my entrance. I reached my hand under me, my fingers grazing his shaft as it passed through my palm and deep inside me. It was like a freight train running through a narrow tunnel. It stretched me so wide it almost hurt, but the burn was glorious. I didn't stop him;
KYLA'S POVI stared up at him, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps that seemed to echo in the silence of the hotel room. My hand was shaking as I slowly reached out, my fingers hovering just inches away from the heavy, intimidating bulge in his trousers. I had never felt this much desire for anyone in my entire life; it was terrifying and wonderful and electric all at the same time."Go on," he urged, his voice like molten chocolate, smooth and rich and heavy with promise. "Touch me."Like a moth to a flame, I was helpless against the pull this handsome and mysterious stranger had over me. I felt like I was drowning in the heat coming off his body.The way Atlas's eyes lingered on me made my skin flush and my core ache with a dull, throbbing need I had never known before. I didn't care that we had just met an hour ago. I didn't care that my world had already imploded or that I was being hunted by my past. And I most certainly didn't care that I was linked to the Alpha of the pac







