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MORRIS' POV. Every evening, I run in the evening run. Come to think of it, I am the king of werewolves and shouldn't do it because I can get anyone I want to do it, but I like doing it myself, and it gives me a check to ease off the stress from the day. My wolf, Ren, is a wolf that everyone fears. He not only protects me but the entire pack as a whole, the Greek Pack. It is our duty to protect them. Ren is running our usual route but that night felt something different. I told him to calm down so that we could find out what it was. It was then that the wind carried a noticeable scent towards us. Ren followed the scent, wanting to find out where it was coming from. We came to a small stream, and we stopped and looked around. By the rock side, we saw something. “Morris, there's something there?* Ren told me, pointing his hands towards the area the scent was coming from. “Let's check. Just before we proceed you’ve to be prepared because they could be rogues or a rogue. I don't want to be involved in an unexpected attack. We came closer and saw the skin of a body lying, showing her long blonde hair. She was not moving but her heart was beating. “Shift Ren,” I told him and we did that immediately. As soon as I shifted to human, I discovered that I was naked but that was not my problem. My concern was for the she-wolf to regain consciousness again. From what I saw, she's a very beautiful girl. I gradually tapped her again but she was not waking. I knew she needed some medical assistance. It could be that she fainted. “Doctor?” I mindlinked our pack doctor “My king?” “I just found an unconscious she-wolf in the forest. I am bringing her to you so be ready to attend to her as soon as she comes.” “Your wish is my command, my king. We’ll be ready.” I bent to check her again and she was still unconscious but breathing, so I quickly lifted her and carried her to the pack doctor. “This face is strange. Where do you think she's coming from? She's not from this pack. Are you sure she's not a rogue? Ren asked me. “I don't know but from my observations, she doesn't look like a rogue. Maybe she fainted.” The way I defended her was what I could not explain. Someone I’ve not seen before. “I love her scent.” Ren Purrs. If not for the fact that I’ve already met my mate, I am sure that this scent would have drawn me to her, not to mention her beauty. Sadly, I already met my mate who betrayed me and died after some years. After that incident, I became hard and cold and locked up my heart. It's been three years now, and I don't have anybody in my life. Many she-wolves have tried to charm and seduce me to make them my chosen mate and queen, but I saw their motives, which were POWER. They all had ulterior motives. I looked at the she-wolf in my hand and for some reason that I can't explain, I could feel Ren protecting her. I decided to mindlink my beta. It was the same beta that was sleeping with my mate before I found out. He pushed the blame to my mate, whom he claimed always seduced him. He openly confessed and asked for forgiveness. I forgave him and we became closer than before. “Kelly?” I mindlinked my beta. He has been my childhood friend. “Ren and I have found an unconscious she-wolf in the forest. She's not from here, nor is she a rogue. Check if there’s any report of her missing.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” “Thank you.” Please when you're done, come to the hospital.” “I’ll do just that. See you soon.” —---- When I reached the hospital, the doctor and his nurses were ready to take care of the she-wolf. I quickly lay her down gently on the bed they brought out and they hurried in with her as she was in a critical condition. I slowly followed them ignoring the way the doctors and nurses were staring at me. I had to wait at the doctor's office while they commenced the treatment. My beta quickly mindlinked me. “Where are you? I'm in the hospital.” “I am at the doctor's office,” I responded. It was not long, and Kelly, my beta, walked into the office. “No report of anyone missing.” “Really? But that's very strange. She looked like she had been running for days because she looked so exhausted. “It could be her family, her mate, or even her pack that doesn't know that she is missing.” Kelly took a deep breath. “I had to even check if there was an attack that had happened somewhere a few days ago, but there was none. Each time there's an attack, there are always victims of the attack, and she may be one of them if there were an attack.” My beta continued. Beta Kelly is the one in charge of news and information. If I want to know what's going on in the werewolf kingdom, I’ll reach out to him.” “I guess we need to wait for her to wake up.” “My king, you can come in now.” The doctor said, We left the office and walked down the hall until we got to the room where she was kept. She was still unconscious, but was assisted by a lot of machines. I was getting scared that she may die since she was still unconscious but on the other hand, I remembered that I have a professional doctor in our pack and can do everything to bring her back to life. “Doctor.” The doctor turned around and bowed to us. “My king. We’ve run a lot of tests on her and discovered that she's in a very critical condition. She doesn't have any wounds either inside or outside.” “Do you have any idea why she passed out?” “It could be stress coupled with the fact that her blood pressure is very high.” “Anything else?” I asked. “Yes, she is pregnant with twins.” I was shocked to hear that. “Are they children fine?’ I was still shocked. “Yes, they are.” “Okay, thank you, doctor. Just let me know when she wakes up.” “Yes, my King. I’ll do that.”.SHARON’S POV NINE YEARS LATERNine years slipped by faster than winter snow melting off the pines. I stood on the raised stone platform overlooking the Jordan pack gathering circle, wind tugging at the hem of my silver-trimmed cloak. Below me, hundreds of faces turned upward, some proud, some curious, a few openly skeptical. My son Daemon stood beside Morris at the center of the circle, his shoulders squared, his chin lifted. At sixteen he already matched his father in height, though his frame still carried the lean lines of youth. His wolf had come early, fierce and sudden two moons ago during a storm that rattled the windows of our home. The shift had torn through him like lightning; he’d howled so loud the pack heard it for miles.Morris raised one hand and the crowd hushed instantly.“Jordan pack,” he called, his voice carrying clear and deep. “Today we honor the blood right. This land, this strength, has always belonged to the line of its true alpha. We all know the story of ho
SHARON’S POV I woke to the soft gray light slipping between the curtains and the low rumble of Morris’s voice somewhere close. My body still carried yesterday’s delicious ache, muscles loose and heavy in the best way. I stretched, sheets sliding over bare skin, and cracked one eye open.Morris sat in the wide armchair by the window, shirtless, one twin cradled against each shoulder. Luna’s tiny fist gripped his collarbone while her brother, Elias, slept with his cheek mashed against Morris’s chest. Both babies still had that newborn flush, cheeks round and pink, little mouths working in their sleep. Morris’s head tilted down, lips brushing Luna’s dark curls as he murmured something too quiet for me to catch.I propped myself on one elbow. “Did you get any sleep at all?”He glanced up, his eyes looked tired but bright. A slow smile curved his mouth. “Not much. Luna decided three in the morning was party time. She woke up screaming like the world was ending until I walked her around th
MORRIS’ POV I sat behind the wide oak desk in my study, elbows planted on the polished surface, fingers steepled while Kelly paced in front of the fireplace. The fire snapped and hissed, throwing orange light across the maps spread between us. We’d been at it for hours, plotting supply lines, debating which border forts needed reinforcing first if the southern packs decided to test our new strength. My head throbbed from the endless what-ifs, but I kept my voice steady. Kelly deserved that much.“Another two companies on the eastern ridge,” I said, tapping the parchment. “We can’t leave the river crossing exposed.”Kelly stopped mid-stride, rubbed the back of his neck. “You really think the southern packs will stay neutral forever? One whisper from their alphas and—”The door creaked open.Sharon poked her head inside, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering like she’d just won a war single-handed. My heart gave a stupid, eager thud. She looked alive, dangerously alive.“Hello, husband.”The
SHARON’S POV A couple of months had passed since the twins arrived, and the days had started to feel like they belonged to us again. Luna and Elias were no longer the fragile little bundles we brought home from the hospital; they had filled out, their cheeks round and pink, their eyes bright and curious. Luna already had a laugh that could stop the whole house, and Elias had taken to grabbing anything within reach—my hair, Morris’s beard, Daenerys’s braid—with a grip that made us all wince and laugh at the same time.Today the sun was high and kind, the kind of warm September afternoon that makes you forget winter ever existed. I decided it was time.I loaded the four children into the SUV myself while Morris finished a call with the southern border patrol. Daenerys helped me buckle Elias into his car seat, chattering the whole time about how she was going to show her baby sister the prettiest flower in the garden. Daemon insisted on carrying Luna’s blanket—“because she might get co
MORRIS’ POV The truck rolled through the gates of Crescent Moon territory just as the sun dipped low enough to paint the sky in streaks of orange and rose. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Sharon’s knee, thumb brushing slow circles over the blanket tucked around her. She sat in the passenger seat, eyes half-closed, head tipped against the window, but every few seconds she opened them to check the two car seats strapped in the back. Luna slept with her tiny mouth open, one fist curled near her cheek. Elias had his head turned toward his sister, little chest rising and falling in perfect time with hers. Both of them swaddled so tight they looked like small white loaves.Sharon’s voice came out soft, almost a whisper. “They’re still breathing.”I glanced at her. “Still breathing.”She let a small, tired and radiant smile play on her lips, then she squeezed my hand. Kelly followed us in the second vehicle with Daenerys and Daemon. I could see them in the rearview m
SHARON’S POV I couldn’t sleep. The hospital room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow from the monitors and the faint hallway light sneaking under the door. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache—stitches pulling every time I shifted, breasts heavy and tender, lower back still throbbing from seventeen hours of labor—but none of it mattered. Not really. The pain felt distant, like it belonged to someone else.I propped myself higher against the pillows, careful not to tug the IV line in my hand. Morris sat in the chair beside the bassinets, shirt sleeves rolled up, collar open. He had one elbow braced on his knee, chin resting on his fist, watching Luna and Elias sleep. The twins were bundled in white blankets, tiny chests rising and falling under the warming lights. Luna’s mouth worked in little sucking motions, like she was already dreaming of milk. Elias had one fist curled near his cheek, the other hand open as though reaching for something he couldn’t quite find.Mo
SHARON’S POVI woke up to sunlight spilling across the bed and the smell of coffee drifting under the door. My body felt heavy in the best way: sore muscles, warm skin, the faint ache between my thighs that reminded me how many times Maurice had taken me last night. I stretched slowly, arms reachin
MORRIS’S POV I stood at the kitchen window, rinsing the last of the breakfast mugs, when movement flickered across the yard. Darius stepped out through the barn’s side door, hood drawn low and shoulders hunched against the light rain. He moved quickly but without panic, his gaze sweeping the fence
MORRIS’ POV I waited until Sharon’s breathing evened out before I slipped out of bed. She had cried herself to sleep against my chest, face still damp, fingers curled loosely in my shirt like she feared I might disappear if she let go. I kissed her temple, pulled the quilt higher over her shoulder
SANDRA’S POV I waited in the shell of an old trapper’s cabin three miles past the western ridge, where the pines grew so thick they swallowed moonlight. The roof sagged, letting in thin needles of rain that hissed against the dirt floor. I sat on the only chair that hadn’t rotted through, knees sp







