*HERON’S POV* The alliance between us and the CasterMoon Pack has been cemented through my forefathers. Together we have gone through wars with rogues and unlawful wolves for generations. Therefore, I understood why they wanted their two alpha children mated. Father has not disclosed any other reasons to me. To properly assess what was at stake, I browsed through the files that we had on them. Too bad Alpha Henley only had a daughter. I think that she should be given a fair chance to find her mate first. It’s hardly a wise decision to be marked by another male when she does not know which way her heart will swing, especially if the mate pops up. In werewolf society, most wolves find their mates within two years after their wolves mature and manifest. For she-wolves, it’s at age eighteen, but boys were at an earlier age of sixteen. In very peculiar circumstances, there are rare exceptions. Therefore, it was at the ripened age of eighteen that I met disgusting Charlotte. Dad was twent
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Shoo!” I chased away the chipmunk from the kitchen and closed the window. The pesky rodent has been trespassing around the cottage. My mission is to find its nest and relocate it. The feisty creature likes to chatter back at me and is rather vocal with its chirping, squeaking, and trilling. Like it was a resident that had a say in the boarding situation. The front door was flung open and the murderous aura plummeted through the house. At first, I thought about fleeing, but then I recognized that it was not Heron. He’s been mad at me all day for slapping some sense into him. Deservingly, I should have done worse, but a hit from me would be like a baby slap. He had no right, and I mean absolutely no right, to use me like a toy to get rid of that Alpha Female. She was a 5’7 belle, almost model-like. I admired her shoulder-length straight dirty blonde hairstyle. Any man in his right mind would undoubtedly want to spend time with such a gorgeous beauty. I believed that
*MIKAYLA'S POV* Alpha Hudson and I agreed in being against Heron's preposterous announcement. I’m convinced that the young alpha was losing some screws. Maybe I slapped him too hard so that instead of senses going in, I actually knocked some out. Had I known, I would have picked them up from the floor and shoved his senses back into his thick cranium. No, no, no, no. I want to throw the hot pot of lamb at him. Alpha Hudson paced the floor back and forth as his wrath swelled like a balloon, ready to pop. He made a loud, hulk-like exhalation. His right hand clenched in the air. Heron mockingly smirked at me with a dark expression as he tells his father, "You said to choose a Luna, father." He takes note of his father's puffing, "Mikayla is my final choice. It's her or no one." "Instead of choosing a perfectly suitable Alpha Female who is ready to throw herself at your feet, you would rather have a weak pathetic Omega?" Alpha Hudson continued his pacing, calculating his son's obstin
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Fuck you, Heron!” Not giving a damn about my insubordination, I ran to my room, crying. Slamming the door shut, I threw myself into the bed and succumbed to the woeful weeping of my heart. He creeps into my head, “Don’t forget that you owe me and I’m cashing in. It’s payback, sweetheart. The debt will only be settled when you belong to me. You are mine now, Mikayla, Baby.” Attempting to block him out, he smashes the barricades in my brain. Concreting the pillars of my will, I muffled a scream into the pillow. “Do you remember our night in the forest? I do.” Memories of us naked, kissing, and all that other bawdy shit projected into my mental vision. He did it for a while and then stopped. “I can smell your arousal from here.” With the devil’s horn on his head, a devious chuckle sprouted on his handsome poker face. I hate him. Uff! I want to slap him again. “I can’t wait to be fucking you hard.” Heron’s sultry tone seeps in deeper with a superfluity of us making
*TYR'S POV* "You fucked that up!" I blasted at Heron after Mikayla ran into her bedroom, slamming her door shut. "Did we?" He asked in annoyance. "You wanted Mikayla and you'll get to have her now." Heron referred to the earlier dispute with our father and the agreement to mark Mikayla in seven days. My tolerance for the situation was running thin. "Yes, but you made her angry with us." I grumbled, "You were to make her want us, not scare her away." Heron wheels into the elevator. Once in his bedroom, he bathed in the tub, getting ready for bed. “We could have marked her tonight if you played your cards right.” I sputtered, pacing in his head. Right now I was in a nasty mood to use my claws on him, if I could. The forced sigh that I released through my pursed lips, produced a helicopter-like sound effect. Humans can be so damn incapable. This was not what we talked about. Mikayla was to be seduced so that we could ravish her body with pleasure. She would be our erotic zone so
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Heron!” I woke up calling his name. The despicable Alpha who was wrapping me up in his mind games with the pack and his parents. Now he’s on my mind, but not for good reasons. Today was Sunday, my day off. My old friend, the sun was high in the sky already. Its brilliant beams streamed in through the gaps in the window, illuminating and warming the space. The celestial fireball glares at me, but its glow is gentle and warm on my flesh. Today would have been a beautiful day, except for HERON. Lazily rubbing my eyes, I let out a groan. Yet, I cannot explain how I climaxed so many times in my sleep. What exactly brought that out of me? The surrealism of it was mind-blowing. If only I had a man like that in my life to love me. I sighed. The chipmunk returned and sat on my nightstand with a reddish-brown acorn in his hand, observing me. He's not chatty this morning. I disregarded his presence. I overslept. Pixie, my lazy wolf, remains in her sweet slumber. Sitting
*MIKAYLA’S POV* - Sage drove me to the pack house as ordered by Alpha Heron. Since today, they have been groveling at the ground that I walked on. When Forbes offered to be my escort, Heron’s crippling growl made him recant. Even though I could walk, as usual, Sage insisted on bringing me. He says that I should go easy on my feet and not overwork myself. Imagine that! The entire journey was distressful. Knowing that I was walking into a den of chastisement, my heart pounded irregularly, skipping beats and hammering into my chest. Nothing could consolidate me, especially when no one would have my back. The suspicion that Alpha Hudson was still upset over Heron choosing me instead of Varla also meant that Luna Phoebe would share the same sentiment. There were two things that I planned to do and that was, to object and tell the truth. “Good morning, Mikayla.” In the foyer, Matron Cecilia greeted me warmly and tucked a clipboard under her arm. “I was told to direct you to Alpha’s of
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Hell no! I yelled inside. “Did you know that he was going to imprint on you?” Luna Phoebe enunciated all the words. For the first time, her expression was austere with vertical wrinkles between her eyebrows, and her lips curled inwards to restrain the cursing that she wanted to lash at me. Vigorously, I shook my head. The air becomes denser, as if a huge foot were stomping on me. “It’s hard to believe you, Mikayla.” She snaps and I shrink into my chair. "You broke my trust when you told me several lies today." Without winking, my eyes burn as my spirit tries to escape through my apertures. Alpha Hudson scratched the side of his neck, twisting his mouth in anger. Their eyes went glossy as they interacted over the mind-link. Luna Phoebe tucks her drooping, blue-black hair behind her ears. A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day.