ログインVictoria’s POVThe pack house looked stunning. Silver and emerald banners hung from the high ceilings, catching the soft light from hundreds of floating candles. Fairy lights wrapped around the wooden beams, casting a warm, magical glow. The room was filled with laughter and lively conversation, while upbeat music played near the dance floor. The smell of wildflowers mixed with spiced wine, and the fresh scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted in through the open windows. Every corner sparkled, and the whole place felt alive with something magical.I looked at my phone.Let’s dance, you need to relax. The kids are fine.Then why do I have a nagging feeling that something is going to happen?Makarius stared at me."I think you're just overreacting," he said, leading me onto the dance floor."Makarius," I said, looking into his eyes, "I can't lie to you."Don’t worry, I know it's not you; he needs to keep his lips to his bride, not my wife.I was shocked."Since we re-bonded, I can feel
Drystan’s POVI stared at her, not wanting to believe it. She’s pregnant with my child.Why did you wait so long, Sienna? I asked her, my voice tight with anger.Sienna’s hands trembled as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. I was scared to tell you, Alpha Drystan. You were not kind to me. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, twisting her fingers together like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart.Kind? Why should I be kind to you? Who are you to me?Sienna started to cry.I cursed. Now I’d have to marry her. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me. I needed to show everyone I took my duties as Alpha seriously. But anger boiled inside me. I wanted to blame her, to make her disappear, to make this all go away. Part of me wanted to lash out, even though I knew it was wrong. Underneath the rage, guilt started to eat at me. None of this would have happened if not for my choices. I hated myself for wanting to run, for wanting to hurt her when I was just as much at fault
Victoria’s POV"Victoria, you look like a true princess," Liam said.An older woman walked into the room."Your grandmother and I worked on this for years. Her wish was for you to use it at your coronation," she said, unfolding the mantle to show the beaded work. The design told a story about Makarius and me. It felt unreal. Tears welled up in my eyes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch the intricate patterns, feeling each bead under my fingers. Seeing her handiwork now, it felt as if she were standing beside me. I could feel the love and history woven into the fabric, a mix of gratitude and longing. I closed my eyes, letting the mantle's soft shimmer settle around my shoulders, and allowed myself to feel both the ache and the joy of the moment.Thank you, I whispered."You're welcome. Make us proud," she said as she bowed, then turned and left the room."Stop crying," Liam said, fanning my face. "Your eyes are red now."He placed the mantle on my shoulders. It trailed long and
What? I thought you said my mom is alive...She is, Victoria, he said as we walked through the thick forest. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting golden spots on the moss and roots.The smell of damp earth, pine, and wildflowers filled the air. Birds sang all around us, and the sound of a nearby stream mixed with our footsteps on the soft leaves. Your mother loves you in her own way...I stopped. Dad, tell me the truth. You’re trying to make it sound better than it is.She thinks you’re cursed and you’ll bring destruction. That’s the reason I won’t let her near you anymore.I was afraid she might hurt you. But Drystan looked after you, and I’ll always be grateful to him for that.Tears started to fall. Why does Mom think I’m cursed?You were born on a total eclipse of the moon, and that night, the Moon Goddess appeared. In our land, she is the ancient guardian of secrets and nature, her blessings rare and unpredictable.When she came to your cradle, she placed her hand on y
Victoria’s POVMakarius, I whispered, as his hands touched me under the water, as we sat in the tub. My heart pounded, caught between fear and excitement. Part of me wanted to escape all the expectations, but another part wished I could stay here with him forever. Let’s run away."Victoria," he said with a laugh, "why are you so scared?"All I can picture is you and me on a throne, with everyone coming to us with their problems, and me losing my mind. I’ve seen people in power fall apart under pressure, crushed by decisions no one else wanted to make.I hate feeling trapped, forced to play a role that isn’t me. I’m still the girl who climbs trees barefoot or sneaks out at midnight to breathe. I can’t be contained, Makarius. I’m not made for this.I do know that. I once locked you in the dungeons, and you still saved me.And I’d do it a million times. I’ll fight with you, but don’t ask me to do this. You can tell my dad I changed my mind. I don’t want to be a princess."Victoria, you’r
The driver dropped us in the middle of the mountains.Dad, I don’t understand. Where are we going? I asked. He made funny faces at Abrax, who giggled.Makarius took my hand and gently squeezed it. "Victoria, let's be patient and find out together," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.An SUV pulled up with its windows darkened."Sir," the man said as he got out. He bowed to us.He opened the door and helped me inside. My dad sat in the front, while Makarius and Abrax joined me in the back.After driving for more than two hours, he pulled over."We have to go on foot from here. It's not far," Balthazar said.The path was rough. Makarius carried Abrax in one arm and held my hand with the other.After more than half an hour of rough terrain, we reached a waterfall. That’s when I sensed them, the guards, people, they wouldn’t have seen them.We walked up to the waterfall and found an opening behind it."Give me Abrax," Balthazar said. "You two go together."Dad, what is this about? I a
Victoria’s POVHe hauled me through the pack house and dumped me in some oversized bedroom like a sack of potatoes."Oh, good, so now I'm your prisoner?"His grin was infuriatingly smug. "You're my mate, Victoria. Why fight it? You feel this, too."A knock cut through his bullshit."Go away," he ba
Makarius’s POVI stepped into the office and dropped into the chair, a smirk tugging at my lips.Finally, I’d found her, my prisoner. I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking back to the day we’d met. She was just a kid, maybe five, and I was what, twelve? Her father had been dead set against us hangi
His lips were touching mine. Hmmm, more, I said with my eyes closed.Makarius’s kisses grew deeper, hungry as his hands touching me—a great way to wake up. I wanted him so badly, like a need I never had before. Everything faded.Victoria, he whispered, “We need to take a shower and start the day.N
Nearly a week went by, and Makarius stayed back, only checking in here and there. It felt like I was getting a cold shoulder, and the whole situation just made me more tangled up in my own head. Then he walked into my room.“What do you want?” I snapped, not bothering to hide the edge in my voice.







