Yara's POV.The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the cozy cottage that had become our sanctuary. I held my baby close, his tiny hands grasping onto my finger as I soaked in the peacefulness of the moment. Little did I know that a letter, carried by fate's gentle breeze, would soon awaken a yearning within me, one that had long been dormant.As I opened the envelope, a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a letter from Amelia, the maid who had served the Summerstone family during my childhood. Her words held a precious gift, a piece of my past that I had yearned to reclaim. She revealed the location where my biological parents were buried, a place that held the remnants of my lineage.With a heart filled with anticipation, I shared the news with Mauris, who embraced my desire to visit the gravesite. Together, we made our way to Oma's grand castle. The grandeur of the structure never failed to leave me in awe, a reminder of the desti
Maggie's POV.As the sun cast its warm golden glow upon the land, I stood outside the grand entrance of my brother Kyle's imposing castle, hand-in-hand with Derek. The weight of anticipation settled in the air around us, as we prepared to seek his blessings for our union. This meeting held the potential to shape the future, to bridge the gap between our families.With a deep breath, I stepped forward, the heavy wooden doors creaking open to reveal the opulence within. Kyle, the Alpha of our pack, stood tall and formidable, his piercing gaze fixed upon us. Memories of our tumultuous past threatened to resurface, reminding me of the long-standing feuds that had divided our families.Kyle's eyes flickered with a mix of apprehension and lingering resentment as he looked at Derek standing beside me. "I hope you understand, Derek, that this is not a decision I make lightly. The wounds of the past run deep, and I have a responsibility to protect my sister and our pack."Derek's voice remaine
Mauris POV. The warm glow of the setting sun bathed our cozy cottage as Yara and I stepped through the front door, our hearts brimming with joy. We had just returned from witnessing the union of our beloved sister, Maggie, to the man she truly loved. The air was filled with an electric energy, a tangible reminder of the love and happiness that had enveloped the castle. It was surprising to see how Maggie has changed from the little woman that ran around the house, shoving her body into my face to this beautiful, talented and mature woman. She really blew my mind, especially when she handled the situation with her ex without causing any disturbances.Unable to contain our excitement, Yara took my hand and twirled gracefully around the living room, her laughter filling the air. We danced together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if our souls were entwined in an eternal waltz. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the worries and troubles of the world melted away, lea
Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the pendant around my neck, a treasured memento from my family. It was the one thing that had kept me going through all the tough times, but now, it felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost. "Shit!" Cursing softly to myself, I tried to will the tears to stop, but they came faster, blurring my vision and making it hard to see. I must look pathetic, I thought, biting down hard on my trembling lips to try and stop the sobs that threatened to escape. As footsteps echoed down the hallway, my heart sank. It was a cruel reminder that I was no longer in control of my life. I had been taken from the orphanage in the dead of night, forced to flee for my life from raiders who had set fire to the place. Now, I was trapped in this dark, smelly room, waiting for whatever fate lay ahead. The door creaked open, and a towering man with enough body hair to rival a grizzly bear stepped inside, scowling at me. I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze,
Kyle's POV: My heart raced with excitement at the thought of finally finding my mate, the one who would rule by my side. It was unbelievable that she had been hidden in a despicable place like a slave den. Every brute who had touched her deserved to be flayed and left to dry, but I understood the political implications of such a move. I turned the picture of her in my hand, studying her features. It was taken when she was first captured by the slavers, and even then, her beauty was captivating. Her innocent essence was evident in her gorgeous face, and her eyes held a deep strength that was a legacy of her royal blood. "She's the one," I said with a wave of satisfaction, holding the picture out for my Beta, Oma, to see. I trusted her to find my mate, and she had delivered beyond my expectations. "I'm glad I could find her," Oma vowed, her voice brimming with pride. I couldn't help but feel grateful for her loyalty and dedication. She had earned the position of my Beta, and nothing
Marius's POV: Kyle wasn't sparring at the Pitt and his favorite horse was still in the stables so he hadn't gone out for a ride. Where could he be then? I had been so excited when Oma had confided in me about her success in finding Kyle's mate. It was something worth celebrating and we were all overdue for a celebration. After doodling around for a while, I moved back into the pack house to see if he was inside somewhere. Maggie blocked my way, smiling up at me with a devilish grin. It was too late to run away from her just like I did the last time. I had to face her. "Maggie." I smiled nervously. "Marius." She said in a sensual drool. Maggie moved closer, pushing her partly exposed boobs toward my body. I had watched her grow up and it was hard to believe how fast she had turned into a woman. "Why do I feel like you have been avoiding me?" She skipped playing with a strand of her crimson-red hair. Her breasts jerked viciously with every move she made. Maggie's body could star
OMA'S POV Our ancestors used to say that there is no greater reward than the praise of a master. When Alpha Kyle spoke words of admiration to me, I should have felt elated. Instead, there was an indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Is there anything else you need, Alpha?" I asked, keeping my gaze lowered. I didn't want to reveal my mixed emotions. All he saw was a polite smile. "That will be all for now. You should go back to the mansion, rest, and listen to some music," he said. His words were thoughtful and touched me deeply. I had dedicated my life to serving him, and besides that, I had nothing else. After a moment, I nodded and walked away. Yara was getting ready to become his mate in a few hours. I should have been happy and celebrating, but instead, I felt like I was burying myself alive and waiting for the sand to fill up my hollow coffin. My body ached with exhaustion as I removed the hairband from my straight, sandy-colored hair. I had worn it so often that i
YARA'S POV I walked into the room, my knees buckling as I saw the man sitting on the bed. His eyes burned into me with a sensual energy that could set me on fire. Alpha Kyle, the one Oma had told me about. His red hair and handsome face were a lethal combination. I stopped at the doorway, where I knew it was safe. The first guy fascinated me in ways I couldn't explain, but this one made me feel like a cornered prey. My whole body shook, despite my best efforts to stay calm. He got up from the bed and approached me, his eyes locking onto mine. I felt paralyzed by his gaze. "Relax, mon amour," his voice was gentle as he cupped my face, but his eyes were dangerous. Suddenly, his expression changed, his eyes turning vicious. My heart sank as I went pale instantly. "Who kissed you?" he demanded in an angry tone, like hot steel. I jumped visibly, feeling his fury as he struggled to contain it. I knew lying to him wasn't an option. He pulled me closer and gasped in shock. "Marius?!"