Asher stood in the hallway, his thoughts a turbulent storm. Each step away from Elena felt heavier, the weight of their earlier conversation pressing down on him. He had intended to give her space, to allow her the rest she so desperately needed. Yet, an inexplicable pull drew him back, compelling him to return to her side.Moments later, he found himself once again at her door. Taking a deep breath, he quietly re-entered the room. Elena lay there, her eyes closed, but as he approached, they fluttered open, revealing a depth of understanding that both comforted and unsettled him."Couldn't stay away?" she teased gently, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of amusement.He offered a sheepish smile, settling into the chair beside her bed. "Seems like it," he admitted, his tone laced with vulnerability.A comfortable silence enveloped them, the room's stillness broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock. Elena's gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes reflecting a wisdom beyond he
Waking to a Nightmare :"Elena?" A voice—distant, muffled. "Wake up, sweetheart." Elena’s eyes flew open, her breath coming in short gasps as she shot upright. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but… there was no danger. No hands pinning her down. No cruel laughter in her ear. Just silence. Margot sat at the edge of the bed, concern etched into the fine lines of her face. "You were thrashing," she said gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from Elena’s forehead. "Bad dream?" Elena swallowed hard, willing her heartbeat to slow. She shook her head. "I… I don’t know." Because the truth was, she didn’t remember dreaming at all. That was the strangest part. For as long as she could remember, sleep had been her enemy. A battlefield where Connor’s ghost still hunted her, where every breath was a reminder of what she had endured. Yet last night— Last night had been different. S
Elena watched him closely, something nagging at the back of her mind. His posture was tense, his eyes stormy, but there was something else—something off. Then, it hit her. His scent. It was still Asher, still the mix of pine and warmth that had become familiar, but now… there was something bitter laced within it. Alcohol. Elena stiffened. "You’re drunk." Asher flinched, his expression darkening. "I’m not." "You smell like it." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "I had a drink. That’s it." "Why?" He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Because I’m an idiot." Elena didn’t respond. Because you scared yourself, she thought but didn’t say. Asher stepped closer, his voice dropping. "I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. I know words aren’t enough. I just—" He hesitated, his hands clenching at his sides. "I need you to know that I’m sorry. And that I’ll prove it to you." She believed him in spite of what happened. She is hold onto the man who had mad
The moment Elena stepped into the pack house, an eerie silence fell over the room.Every conversation halted. Every pair of eyes turned toward them.Elena felt it instantly—the weight of their stares, the tension thick in the air. It wasn’t just curiosity. It was something more.Judgment.Whispers started, hushed but sharp."That’s her.""Did you hear what happened?""I can’t believe she’s still here after—"Elena's fingers twitched, her breath hitching. The walls felt like they were closing in, the air too thick to breathe.Then—She felt warmth.Strong. Steady. Unwavering.Asher’s hand.Before she even realized it, she had reached for him, her fingers tangling with his.He didn’t hesitate.His grip tightened around hers, solid and protective.Then he growled.A low, dangerous sound that rumbled through his chest, reverberating through the room.The whispers died instantly.Every gaze dropped.The pack knew better than to challenge their Alpha.Elena swallowed, forcing herself to bre
"Elena." She flinched at the sound of her name, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows along the walls. Asher stood in the doorway, his presence overwhelming, even when he wasn’t trying to be. His voice was softer than usual, careful, as if he was afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter her. "Can I come in?" Elena swallowed, forcing herself to look up at him. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him that she needed space, that she wasn’t ready to face him yet. But the words wouldn’t come. She nodded once. Asher stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air charged with an unspoken tension. For a while, neither of them spoke. Elena dropped her gaze to her hands, her mind racing. Finally, Asher sighed. "I know you're scared of me." Her head snapped up, eyes widening. "I—" "You don't have to lie." His voice was gent
Elena sat up, rubbing her face. Her mind was a mess, her emotions tangled in ways she couldn’t begin to sort out. She needed a distraction. Reaching for the sketchbook at the foot of her bed, she flipped to a fresh page. The charcoal felt familiar in her fingers, grounding her as she let the lines form without thinking. Soft strokes, careful shading—her mother’s face slowly took shape. It had been years since she had seen her mother, but she still remembered the gentle curve of her smile, the kindness in her eyes. Would she even recognize me now? A lump formed in Elena’s throat. Her mother had left. Not by choice, but that didn’t change the fact that Elena had been alone ever since. She exhaled, forcing herself to focus on the sketch. Outside, the pack house was eerily silent. It wasn’t normal. Usually, there were voices, footsteps, movement. But tonight, it was as if the entire house had gone still. Were they afraid? Elena’s stomach twisted. Are they afr
With trembling fingers, she turned the handle and cracked it open. A man stood there, taller than Asher but with a more relaxed posture. He had dark brown hair, neatly trimmed, and warm hazel eyes that held no threat. Still, her body screamed at her to run. Grayson seemed to notice her hesitation because he took a step back, giving her space. "Sorry if I startled you," he said, his tone gentle. "I just wanted to check in." Elena’s fingers tightened on the doorframe. "Why?" Grayson blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Because you’re our future Luna," he said simply. The words hit her like a slap. She stiffened, her throat going dry. "I’m not—" "You are," Grayson cut in, but his voice remained calm. "Whether you believe it or not." Elena dropped her gaze, unsure how to respond. --- Grayson’s Kindness Grayson shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Listen, I get it. You don’t know me. You don’t trust me. But I want you to know that I’m h
Guilt and Self-Punishment :"This isn't going to solve anything, Asher."The voice barely registered over the sound of his fists slamming into the punching bag. His knuckles burned, his muscles ached, but none of it was enough. The pain wasn’t enough."You’re bleeding," his mother said, stepping closer.Asher ignored her. He threw another punch, his vision blurring as the weight of everything crashed down on him. Rachel. Elena. The way Elena had flinched when he growled. The casual way she had forgiven him, like she hadn’t really meant it.His mother sighed. "You think punishing yourself will change what happened?""Leave it alone, Mom," he muttered, his voice rough."No, I won’t. Because this isn’t just about you."He clenched his jaw, stepping back, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the blood on his knuckles."Hurting Rachel was wrong," she continued. "Even if she deserved it, even if you were protecting Elena, you lost control. And Elena saw that."Th
The air remained heavy, thick with the silence of unresolved emotions and cautious relief.The guards began their escort. Vivian stumbled as her hands were yanked forward. Connor limped, head lowered but jaw clenched, blood still crusted along his lip from Asher’s earlier punishment. Emerson kept glancing over his shoulder, perhaps wondering if he’d find sympathy where there was none.Then came the tremor.It started small. A growl that didn’t belong to any of the rogues.Jacob.Before anyone could blink, he moved—an eruption of fury, fists clenched, eyes wild. He launched toward Connor with the unrelenting power of someone who had held back far too long.“You don’t get to walk away,” Jacob snarled, crashing into Connor with a sickening thud.The crowd gasped as the two bodies collided and tumbled to the ground. Fists flew—rapid, brutal, relentless. Connor barely had a second to react before blood spattered the dirt. Jacob’s elbow slammed down into his jaw, sending a crunch through th
The last echoes of footsteps faded as the guards led Vivian away. The crowd began to disperse, some in silence, others in murmured conversation, the weight of the ceremony pressing down like mist thick with judgment.Elena barely had time to exhale when another name cut through the air like a knife.“Harris.”The air tightened again.He was the last. The one who hadn't spoken a word since his imprisonment. The one Elena couldn’t quite place—was he more wolf than man, or simply a coward hiding behind a beast?Two guards escorted him forward.But as his boots met the blood-stained stone, Harris twisted.“I need to speak to her!” he shouted, breaking free of one of the guards’ grips, stumbling toward the platform.Grayson’s hand was instantly on his weapon. Asher’s body snapped to full alert, stepping slightly in front of Elena.“Hold him!” Asher growled, his voice pure command.The guards pinned Harris to his knees before he could come close, but he strained forward regardless, eyes loc
"Are you awake, my love? " Asher's voice was a gentle murmur against Elena's ear, his breath warm as he nestled closer. "Mmm, barely, " Elena replied, her voice thick with sleep, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good, because I need to remind you how much I love you before the world intrudes. " His fingers traced lazy circles on her back, each touch igniting a trail of warmth. "You’re incorrigible, " she teased, turning to face him, their noses nearly touching. "Only for you, " he whispered, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that deepened, their connection reaffirmed in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over their entwined forms. The world outside was momentarily forgotten, their shared warmth a sanctuary. "Today is important, " Asher said, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "The unlinking ceremony, " Elena nodded, the weight of the day settling over her. "We'll face it together, " he assured her, his
Elena stayed in Asher’s arms long after the silence settled over the room, her breaths shallow and uneven against his chest. His shirt was damp from her tears, her trembling fingers still curled in the fabric like a child clinging to the last thread of safety.Asher didn’t speak.Not yet.He just held her.One arm wrapped firmly around her back, the other cradling her head, stroking slow, soothing lines down her spine. Leo was quiet inside him now—no longer snarling, no longer threatening to rip Jacob apart. The wolf had retreated, subdued not by logic, but by the pure, aching vulnerability radiating from the girl in his lap.Not Alpha. Not protector. Just her mate.Her anchor.Her home.Elena let out a hiccuping breath, and he felt it—a tiny shift. Her fingers uncurled slightly, the tension bleeding out of her limbs as she sagged against him. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple, then leaned back just enough to look down at her face.Her eyes were p
Grayson followed Asher in silence, but the second they approached the house, a low, guttural growl broke the quiet.Asher stopped cold.The sound rumbled from within him—deep, primal. Leo was awake. And furious.“Mine.”The single word echoed through Asher’s bones like a warning bell. His wolf, ever quiet unless provoked, was no longer hiding behind reason.Grayson blinked, his foot mid-step. “Did your wolf just—?”“Yeah,” Asher muttered, breath tightening. “Leo doesn’t like the idea of you seeing Elena.”Grayson raised both brows. “I wasn’t going to touch her, damn.”Leo snarled again, louder this time, vibrating through Asher’s chest and fists. His nails elongated briefly before retracting as he forced himself to breathe.“Ours. No one sees her but us.”“Okay, okay, message received,” Grayson said, holding up his hands with a crooked smile. “I’ll stay far enough not to get my face bitten off.”Asher didn’t laugh. He couldn’t. Leo was pressing harder than ever, pacing beneath his ski
Asher didn’t return to the house right away.The quiet outside offered a stillness his mind couldn’t replicate, no matter how much he tried. With each step away from the prison cells, the weight of his rage clung to him like damp fog. The cold night air kissed his skin, but did nothing to ease the fire in his chest. Every breath felt tight. Controlled. Deliberate.He should’ve felt satisfied.Connor’s swollen eye, the tremble in Vivian’s voice, the blood on the wall—those were the marks of vengeance served. He’d made them feel a fraction of what Elena had endured under their reign. He’d stripped them of their dignity, made them bleed, and banished them to the life of rogues—exiled to the wild, where survival was a game of luck and brute strength.But vengeance wasn’t justice. Not entirely.And as he stood alone beneath the canopy of stars, his jaw clenched tighter with the realization that satisfaction was fleeting. Their cries didn’t heal the fractures in Elena’s soul. Their punishme
Dinner was laid out across the long table Asher had dragged from the lodge’s storage—Margot’s stew steaming in bowls, Genevieve’s bread basket nestled beside it, and pitchers of spiced cider passed down in quiet gratitude. Plates clinked. Conversations remained low, fragile like glass recovering from a storm.Elena sat beside Asher, her fingers occasionally brushing his thigh beneath the table, grounding him when his shoulders tensed or his jaw locked from old ghosts. Across from them sat Lena, who was halfway through her third bowl of stew and humming in appreciation like it was a five-star meal.But one thing kept tugging at Elena’s awareness like a thorn stuck under skin.Jacob.He sat at the far end of the table, between Genevieve and a shy pack healer, making no effort to disguise it—his gaze locked on Elena with an intensity that no longer felt polite or admiring.She tried to ignore it at first. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. But every time she lif
Elena barely had time to exhale before another presence entered the clearing—gentle footsteps crunching the blood-speckled gravel.“Sweetheart?”The voice was soft, but it stilled Asher instantly.His head turned before his body did. “Mom?”Margot stood at the edge of the courtyard, hands clasped nervously in front of her, eyes shimmering with barely-contained tears. Her gray-streaked hair was pinned back hastily, and she looked like she’d run here in a rush—still wearing an apron dusted with flour.“Asher…” Her voice broke.He didn’t speak. He just went to her.His steps were slow at first, hesitant, but with each stride they grew faster—until he crashed into her arms and buried his face against her shoulder like he was five again and had just skinned his knee. Margot clutched him tightly, murmuring softly in a language only mothers knew.Elena stepped back, heart clenched.It was a sight no one else could offer him: a mother holding her son, grounding him not with duty or titles but
Asher’s breathing had steadied against her chest, but the tension clinging to his body told Elena his storm hadn’t fully passed. She could feel it in the way his arms held her like a lifeline—tight, desperate, almost reverent.She shifted slightly to cradle his jaw, lifting his face until their eyes met.“You’re my mate,” she whispered.The words weren’t said to soothe.They were truth.Powerful. Undeniable.“I know what that means,” she continued, fingers brushing the tears from his cheeks. “It means you’ll fight for me. Kill for me if you have to. You didn’t attack out of rage alone, Asher. You reacted because someone laid hands on your bonded mate. You were protecting me.”His eyes shimmered with grief and awe.“And while what happened tonight was violent… it wasn’t senseless,” she added. “It wasn’t cruelty. It was instinct. Love, twisted in the face of danger.”“But love shouldn’t look like *that,*” he rasped. “Elena… there was blood on my hands. And for a second—I didn’t even car