The Alpha King And His Luna

The few rays of light that pass through the skylight of my basement bedroom make me think it must be around six or seven in the morning. Soon, the Alpha of this so-called pack would come, and I had to prepare the house.Yesterday, I didn’t understand why I was told to clean and prepare dinner. It had been several months since I last performed such a task. As the Beta’s son once said, “You’re too hideous to look at for us to let you wander around the house and touch our things.” As if I carried some contagious disease…So yes, I was more than surprised when they allowed me out of my room. I certainly wasn’t going to complain, getting out of my prison for a few hours was enough to lift my spirits. I could feel the sun burning against my skin again, maybe even go outside to breathe the forest air, to hear sounds other than the clanging of cold metal against the walls.The heavy door that keeps me prisoner suddenly slams open, crashing against the wall. The Alpha steps into the cellar, his

Maverick’s PovDeep down, I had no desire to make friends with this man. I didn't need an ally,least of all this kind of man. Still, my wolf manages to gain the upper hand and pushes me forward. My steps head toward the open door, and before entering I look at the people in front of me. One of them particularly catches my attention. His physique is not the most impressive,probably an average soldier, at least by my pack’s standards. He barely reaches my shoulders; his face could be on the cover of fashion magazines, and yet his eyes are cold, almost sadistic. I know how to recognize a predator like me when I come across one. This man is more dangerous than he seems. But what strikes me most is the smell of blood that emanates from him, and,oddly,a hint of... vanilla. That didn't fit at all with this guy.My wolf growls and howls its rage in my mind. He's trying to tell me something I don't want to understand. The faint vanilla scent makes my head spin. What is happening to me? This aro

Pov EnemyRun , that’s the only word that comes to mind right now. Never in my life could I have imagined that I would have to run away from someone. Yet right now, my life depends on it. This monster had decimated my father and the Alpha in a matter of seconds. The screams of agony during their final moments still echo in my ears. I knew that if I had stayed, I would have been next on his list. The wolf’s eyes had first fallen on me; he had wanted to attack me, but instinct made him choose the most powerful ones first... thanks to the food chain.My paws sink into the dark mud as I run through the trees , I had long since left our territory. I have no idea where I am, but danger is still on my tail. To be exact, on our tail, because the Alpha’s son, Ryder, has been following me since the beginning. In a way, I’m glad he’s following me , but not for the reasons you might think. No, because if the red-eyed monster catches up with us, I can feed Ryder to the beast first. That’s why I’ve

Maverick’s PovFeeling her so close to me, yet being unable to approach her, had been pure torture. Her fear oozed from her skin, I could feel it filling the entire room. Her gaze never once met mine, though I wished with every fiber of my being that it would. I knew she was my soulmate; her scent told me so. My whole body was drawn to her, but meeting her eyes… that would have sealed a bond, a contact I craved more than air.When I had retrieved her from that pack, lying cold on the ground, in that filthy cellar, my wolf had completely taken control. The human part of me had merely been a spectator to her massacre. The Alpha, the Beta, and every soldier who dared stand in my way had fallen lifeless before me. Should I have felt pity? Perhaps. But I had lost that part of myself a long time ago, childhood had stripped me of it.Yet even the beast within me still held enough reason to spare the innocents. Those who surrendered during the fight were redirected to nearby packs. Some even

Pov LaylaThe last rays of sunlight burned against my skin, and warmth spread through my whole body like a soft tide. For the first time in years, I felt... good. Free. At peace. It had been so long since I’d felt something that resembled normality.The reason was simple: I was outside, on the terrace. A blanket covered my legs, Serena’s light jacket rested on my shoulders, and a tray full of food sat on the coffee table before me. All around, the gentle presence of nature,trees, flowers, the distant rustle of small animals,wrapped me in calm. And there it was again, that delicious scent of bark and coal, my new favorite smell. Most people would have found it unpleasant, but not me. To me, it meant safety. Protection. I could have breathed it in forever, hidden within it, cocooned from the world.With a salmon and cheese sandwich in hand,delicious,I tried to find where the scent came from. Nothing on the tray matched it. I craned my neck in every direction, searching, until Serena’s