Lena’s POVI waited until I knew Ivy would be back in the dorm. I didn’t want to send a text or call. I knew she would completely ignore meI so I decided to fix this face to face.I knocked gently and stepped in. She was standing by her closet, ignoring me like I was invisible.“Ivy,” I said, quietly.No response.So I went straight to the bed and unzipped the black garment bag I was carrying. “I got you something.”She ignored me, placing a green gown on her body, it looked like she was going to a dinner or a date.“Ivy,” I called, my voice now rising. “How long are you going to ignore me?”“I'm not ignoring you, I'm simply giving you space, just like you had always wanted.”Ouch, that was cold but at least I got a response. “Ivy, I know that I have been keeping things from you and I shouldn't have fucked Casey, but Arlo is a jerk.”“First,” she growled, her voice laced with venom. “This isn't about Arlo, it's about Nathan and second, it's your life, I don't want to be involved.”
Arlo’s POVBriar was out with Ivy—probably already ball deep and sticky cum all over her face… I didn’t care.I told myself that enough times that Lena was just a stripper and nothing more, it should’ve been true by now, but the silence in the packhouse was a living thing.Lena’s ghost was everywhere, her scent filled the air even though she had never been here. Her laugh echoed in my ear, her name in my mouth even when I wasn’t speaking.I had to get her out of my head, she was in too deep and that was dangerous. And Briar suddenly became stupid because of Ivy, what would have taken him few minutes to find a fuck girl for me is taking him eternity. If Briar won't do the job, I guess I just have to do it. I got into my car and drove off into the city. The city lights blurred past, I didn’t put on music, I needed the silence.I didn’t know where I was going until my eyes saw the pink neon through my windshield. VIXEN. It was just prefect. I have heard briar talk about this place on
Warning: Explicit scenes, adult contentMoonveil – Arithon Pack Lands | Alpha’s Office (11:30 PM)Arlo’s POVRivena moaned beneath me, arching her back against my desk as my hand slid under her silk blouse. Her body was already slick with heat, pulsing with need and gods, she knew exactly how to offer herself to an Alpha.My wolf growled low in my chest as I pressed her hips tighter against mine.She wasn’t my mate. She’d never be. But she was convenient, beautiful, responsive, and completely aware this was nothing more than release.My mouth found her neck, the place where her pulse throbbed just beneath skin. I didn’t bite, no marks. No claims. Just heat and friction. Her scent was laced with arousal, but it did nothing to tame the restlessness churning inside me.Her fingers tangled in my hair as I grazed her breast, my thumb circling a hardened peak. She whimpered, grinding up against me. I could feel the need radiating from her, her wolf practically panting.“You always play this
Arlo Arithon didn’t do clubs. He didn’t do noise, sweaty bodies, or cheap perfume but here he was, sprawled in a plush, dark leather booth under purple neon lights because his Beta, Briar, said this club had connections.“You’ll thank me,” Briar had grinned.Arlo didn’t see it.He sat with his arms folded, suit jacket open, shirt collar unbuttoned, and an expression carved from stone. Across the floor, wolves and humans danced like the full moon had already driven them mad. The bass thumped like a second heartbeat in his chest.“I don’t know why I let you drag me here,” Arlo muttered, his voice low.Briar took a sip from his glass and smirked. “Because you’ve been obsessing over that Lunaris Lineage deal like a wolf in heat. You needed to blow ff steam.”But tonight, Briar had dragged him into The Den with a cocky grin and a shot glass.“You need this,” his Beta had said. “You’ve been in ‘Alpha business mode’ for too long.”“I’m always in Alpha mode,” Arlo growled, loosening the colla
Lena's (Bell's, Kessie's) POV University Dorm, MoonveilSunlight stabbed through the blinds like a rude alarm. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. Nyra, my wolf, grumbled somewhere deep inside, her voice a low, lazy growl of annoyance.“Ugh. Five more minutes.”I stretched, yawned, and slowly sat up. The bedsprings creaked beneath me as I blinked at the hazy light pouring through the window. Everything ached, from my calves to my soul.Last night had a grip on me I couldn’t shake.His voice. His scent.The heat of his gaze when he stared like I was the only thing that existed.Arlo Arithon.I swung my legs out of bed and mumbled, “Nope. Not thinking about him.”I looked around the room. Ivy’s bed was empty again. Figures. She always bounced out like a sunbeam before I even had time to hit snooze.“Some best friend,” I teased under my breath, padding toward the bathroom.The hot water steamed the mirror as I stepped into the shower, letting it roll over my skin. B
Arlo’s POV Alpha’s packhouse Quarters, MoonveilI jolted awake, lungs gasping, sweat slicking my chest.The moonlight through my window cast shadows like claws across the ceiling. My fists were clenched, and my pulse thundered.“Not again,” I muttered, dragging my hands down my face.The dream, the same one that had haunted me for twenty-two years that clung to me like blood.I was eight. Careless. Naive.My parents were fighting again, loud and bitter while we were supposed to be having a picnic in the park.I kicked my ball too far.It rolled into the road.I followed, chasing it like it was the only thing I could control.I heard the tires scream before I even saw the car.Too fast. Too close.The driver swerved to miss me.The car flipped. Metal crunched. Silence fell.And I remember her—so small—wailing beside the wreckage as they pulled her parents’ bodies from the mangled steel.I never told anyone.My fault. My silence. My shame.Kael, my wolf, stirred in the back of my mind.
Lena's (Bell's Kessie’s) POV The Club Den, MoonveilThe club was louder than usual.The lights spun too fast, the music pounded too hard, and the air felt thicker like the space between worlds had thinned just enough for something to break through.I stood at the edge of the upper gallery, heart pounding beneath layers of glitter and lace. Beside me, Ivy, stripper name Honey twirled her hair and scanned the floor.“Tell me you see him,” she whispered.I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to.I felt him. Arlo.My wolf, Nyra, growled behind my ribs. "He’s close. And he’s angry."The pull in my stomach was unbearable. Like a cord tugging me toward fire. I didn’t want to look but I did.There he was.Arlo Arithon. In a black suit that fit him like armor, tall and brutal with eyes that could slice open a soul. His jaw was tight, and his expression unreadable but his wolf was screaming underneath his skin.He saw me.And something in the world shifted.Ivy squealed beside me. “Oh my goddess...
Arlo’s POV I froze, staring Lena—Bell, or heavens know who. First I was shocked and angry that she tried to break the bond between us. Who does that? I'm Arlo Arithon, I have fucked countless women, dumped countless women, if anyone was supposed to dump anyone, it should be me dumping her. She must have a lot of nerves to think she can break off the bond and walk away freely. “Hey dummy,” I snapped my fingers in front of her focused face. “You don't even know your name.” She turned to me, her eyes filled with venom. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some lost child.” I scoffed, tucking my hands in my pockets. “Well, looks like you finally met your match, Arlo,” Kael sneered. No way. No one talks down on me and walk away. She did that last time and survived, this time, I won't repeat the same mistake. “Did you just try to break the bond between us?” I asked stepping forward. “No,” she forced a smile. “I was calling on the moon goddess to bless our marriage and give us two heal
Arlo’s POVBriar was out with Ivy—probably already ball deep and sticky cum all over her face… I didn’t care.I told myself that enough times that Lena was just a stripper and nothing more, it should’ve been true by now, but the silence in the packhouse was a living thing.Lena’s ghost was everywhere, her scent filled the air even though she had never been here. Her laugh echoed in my ear, her name in my mouth even when I wasn’t speaking.I had to get her out of my head, she was in too deep and that was dangerous. And Briar suddenly became stupid because of Ivy, what would have taken him few minutes to find a fuck girl for me is taking him eternity. If Briar won't do the job, I guess I just have to do it. I got into my car and drove off into the city. The city lights blurred past, I didn’t put on music, I needed the silence.I didn’t know where I was going until my eyes saw the pink neon through my windshield. VIXEN. It was just prefect. I have heard briar talk about this place on
Lena’s POVI waited until I knew Ivy would be back in the dorm. I didn’t want to send a text or call. I knew she would completely ignore meI so I decided to fix this face to face.I knocked gently and stepped in. She was standing by her closet, ignoring me like I was invisible.“Ivy,” I said, quietly.No response.So I went straight to the bed and unzipped the black garment bag I was carrying. “I got you something.”She ignored me, placing a green gown on her body, it looked like she was going to a dinner or a date.“Ivy,” I called, my voice now rising. “How long are you going to ignore me?”“I'm not ignoring you, I'm simply giving you space, just like you had always wanted.”Ouch, that was cold but at least I got a response. “Ivy, I know that I have been keeping things from you and I shouldn't have fucked Casey, but Arlo is a jerk.”“First,” she growled, her voice laced with venom. “This isn't about Arlo, it's about Nathan and second, it's your life, I don't want to be involved.”
Lena’s POVThe dorm was quiet when I returned. Casey had been taken to the hospital. I wasn’t allowed to go with him. I just stood there outside, shaking and covered in his blood. I inhaled deeply, placing my hand on the door. Nyra had gone silent, I could feel her hatred towards me, she was completely disappointed. She had tried then, to stop me from making out with Casey but I went against her, shutting her completely and now that Arlo was finally gone…it was like she went with him. “Please, please, nyra, please, come back to me, I need you right now, don't shut me out,” I pleaded but still nothing. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in. Ivy was sitting on her bed, her arms crossed, her eyes sharp like knives as we locked eyes. “Ivy—” I began. “Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t even start.” I closed the door gently behind me, not sure what to say first. “I'm sure you already know what happened.” She scoffed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “There’s nothing goi
Arlo’s POVThe ride back was silent. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight the leather threatened to tear. How dare she? Who the hell does she think she is? She is just a hooker that was blessed by the moon goddess and became my mate. How dare she think she can look down on me and get away with it. The car came to a stop as I angrily walk into the packhouse mansion like a ghost, the usual thumping music and laughter echoing faintly in my ears. Briar was in the lounge, lounging like a king on the new leather couch with a beer in one hand and a half-naked girl straddling his lap. The minute he saw my face, he knew something had gone wrong. The girl tried to keep his attention, grinding harder. He shoved her off like she was some fly and stood up. “Damn. You look like shit.” “What is she doing here?” I eyed. The girl swallowed hard, teaching for her top. “She was just leaving,” briar quickly said. “So did you see her? What happened over there? Was that bastard, Tobren th
Lena’s POV“Arlo,” I muttered. What the hell was he doing here? Ivy must have given him our address but how did he find me in the library? Oh yeah, he was a fucking alpha, it would be easy to pick my scent from miles away. Arlo didn’t hesitate, he lunged at Casey like a wild animal, grabbing Casey and punching his face repeatedly without giving Casey a break. Blood sprayed on the floor, Casey went down hard, but Arlo didn’t stop—he straddled him, punching again and again, his teeth bared, cussing through every blow. “Motherfucker!” he shouted. “You touched what’s mine? I'm going to show you what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” “Arlo, stop!” I screamed, yanking at his arm. “Get off him! You’re killing him!” He shoved me without thinking, just enough to throw me back. I hit the bookshelf behind me and fell to my knees. “Arlo, that’s enough!” I yelled again, voice cracking. “Please-please-please, you are going to kill him.” Finally, he froze, his fists cove
Arlo’s POVI sat at the club, patiently waiting. The lights were dim, music playing loudly, and the air filled with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and fake perfume. Like I said, clubs were not really my thing, but it seems like this is the only place I can get her. My eyes swept through the humans dancing widely to the music, I got to admit some of them were actually beautiful…but urgh, I wasn't interested in humans. Humans were the one thing I think God made a mistake to create, they were wide, ambitious, cunning, wicked and senseless in some annoying ways. Although most werewolves found human girls more attractive and submissive but those are for people who didn't value their heritage. Briar sat next to me, cracking stupid jokes and making rude comments about the dancers. He even waved one over. She came, dancing on him like a slut, she obviously was and it angered me knowing that Lena was just like them. “You dead or something?” Briar teased.“I’m waiting,” I said impatiently.
Lena’s POVHis hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, leaving no space between us as he kissed me…more like eat my mouth like some dessert. My fingers dug into his shirt, feeling the muscles under it. He tasted like mint and heat, and when I opened my mouth for him, he groaned deeply, his kiss deepened. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the edge of the long study table. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. His hands explored me, up my back, under my shirt, around my ribs, like he needed to learn every part of me. I gasped when his lips left my mouth and moved down my neck, sucking just below my ear. “You’re sensitive here,” he whispered, biting gently. I moaned before I could stop it. His fingers found the waistband of my leggings. I froze a little. “Tell me to stop,” he said, forehead resting against mine. “And I will.” I didn’t. He dropped to his knees, tugging my leggings and underwear down in one smooth motion, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. I
Arlo’s POVThe morning was quiet, just the way I liked it. No chaos, no yelling, no cursed drama. I sat in my office, a warm mug of coffee in hand, watching the steam swirl lazily into the air.The bitter scent helped clear my head, though the thoughts in it were anything but peaceful.I took a sip and leaned back in my chair, staring out the large window. The sun had just started rising, golden light stretching over the land. It should’ve been calming. But all I could think about was her—Lena or Bell or whatever her real name was.My thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door opening. Briar walked in, looking as tired as I felt, but there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.“Morning,” he greeted, grabbing a chair without waiting for an invite.“Morning,” I muttered, placing my cup on the desk. “Anything new?”“About last night?” he asked, raising a brow.I gave a slow nod. “That bastard Tobren just vanished,” he said finally. “No trace, like he was never even
Lena’s POV I sat down at my usual spot, in the back row, near the window. The chair creaked under me as I dropped into it. The lecture hall buzzed with energy, students chatting in small clusters, laughter bouncing around. I was alone, almost all the time, except the times Nathan was in the same class as I was except him I knew almost nobody here. Most of them didn’t want to get close to a girl like me. Even if they didn’t know what I was in the night, they just kept their distance as if they knew I didn't belong. I glanced around the noisy hall, my eyes moving from group to group, most of them catching up or gossiping about something new. I listened carefully to all their conversations. That’s the thing about being a wolf. I could hear every whisper, every joke, every dirty little secret people thought no one else could hear. “Two of them,” the popular girl said to her giggling friends. She was all gloss and legs, her scent sugar-sweet and fake. “Both of them were so hot