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Zara's pov The days following the fire were marked by an uneasy calm. The charred remains of the eastern wing of the packhouse were a reminder of the danger lurking within our borders. Adrian had doubled patrols, and every member was on edge. Yet, despite the tension, life carried on. The pack had a way of enduring, no matter the storm. I tried to focus on my duties in the infirmary, helping Lily tend to the injured and maintaining the herb stores. But the lingering suspicion that someone among us had betrayed the pack weighed heavily on my mind. Every glance, every stray word, seemed like a potential clue. It was during one of these quiet afternoons in the infirmary that Elizabeth appeared. She swept into the room like a storm, her sharp gaze immediately landing on me. “Zara,” she said, her tone dripping with false civility, “may I have a word?” Lily stiffened beside me but said nothing. I nodded, wiping my hands on a cloth. “Of course.” Elizabeth gestured for me to follow her
Zara's pov The days since Elizabeth’s escape had been tense. Patrols were relentless, and Adrian was on edge. The packhouse, once a lively haven, felt like a fortress under siege. I tried to go about my routine, focusing on small tasks and my growing bell. That morning, as the pack gathered in the main hall for Adrian’s daily briefing, an unfamiliar scent wafted through the air. It was faint at first, but it grew stronger, accompanied by gasps from the crowd. “She’s back,” someone whispered. I turned to see Elizabeth standing in the doorway, her head held high and her eyes scanning the room like she owned it. She was in human form, her long hair neatly braided and her clothes immaculate, as if she’d strolled back from a vacation rather than fleeing for her life. Adrian stepped forward, his expression unreadable, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his simmering anger. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here,” he said coldly. Elizabeth inclined her head, her voice smoo
Zara's pov After the chaos of the trial and Elizabeth’s shocking accusation, life in the pack felt like walking on thin ice. Trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and hard to rebuild. I tried to focus on my routines—helping in the infirmary, preparing for the baby, and supporting Adrian in his role as Alpha—but the weight of suspicion lingered over me like a dark cloud.Elizabeth hadn’t been punished outright; Adrian had decided to keep her under close observation instead. It was his way of preventing her from causing further division within the pack. But her presence in the packhouse was unnerving. I often caught her watching me with that calm, calculating expression that made my skin crawl.One evening, as I helped Adrian organize patrol schedules in his office, a knock at the door interrupted us.“Come in,” Adrian called, his tone clipped.It was one of the pack’s scouts, a young wolf named Caleb. He stepped in, his face pale and his hands trembling.“Alpha,” he began, his voic
Zara's pov The hours crawled by as I waited for Adrian’s return. Each minute felt like an eternity, and the knot in my stomach tightened with every passing second. I paced the room, glancing at the door and then back to the window, where I could see flickering torchlights in the distance. Whatever had happened was serious, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. When Adrian finally returned, his face was grim, his clothes disheveled, and his hands stained with blood—not his own, I hoped. “What happened?” I demanded, rushing to him. He sighed, dropping into the nearest chair. “It was another attack. This time closer to the packhouse.” “Was anyone hurt?” He nodded, his jaw tightening. “Two patrol members. They survived, but barely. Whoever did this is sending a message.” I sat down across from him, my hands trembling. “Adrian, we can’t keep living like this. The pack is on edge, and I... I don’t feel safe.” Adrian reached across the table, takin
Zara's pov The days blurred together as I tried to keep my head above water in Adrian’s pack. The constant tension, the growing uncertainty—it all felt suffocating. But amid the chaos, something about Adrian’s steady presence gave me a semblance of peace. Even when things seemed impossible, his unwavering support made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to survive here. But that belief was beginning to erode. The attacks continued, growing bolder, more frequent. Each time, it felt like we were one step behind, struggling to maintain control of the situation. Adrian’s mind was consumed with finding the traitor, but with every piece of evidence, we seemed to go in circles. It was frustrating, and every new lead only added to the weight of the uncertainty pressing down on us. And then, there was Elizabeth. She remained a constant presence, her calm exterior a sharp contrast to the growing unrest around us. I had never trusted her fully—there was something abou
The first pangs of labor hit just before dawn, sharp and insistent like a distant thunderstorm rumbling closer. I had been restless all night, the weight of my belly making every position uncomfortable. But this... this was different. “Adrian,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the bed. He was by my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. “It’s time?” I nodded, unable to speak as another wave of pain wracked my body. Adrian helped me to my feet, his arm steadying me as he called for the pack’s healer. “You’ll be okay,” he said, his voice calm but laced with tension. “I’m right here, Zara.” I wanted to believe him, but deep down, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something felt... wrong. The packhouse was alive with activity, warriors stationed at every entrance as Adrian prepared for my labor. He was taking no chances, especially after the recent revelations about spies in the pack. But even with the extra security, I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was clos
Ryker’s POV The night was calm, almost unnervingly so, as I sat in my office. The quiet hum of the fireplace and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock were the only sounds filling the room. But the calm outside did nothing to soothe the storm brewing within me. I've not seen Zara for months and it was driving me insane. She was stubborn, always determined to prove she didn’t need anyone, least of all me. I respected her strength, but damn it, she was carrying our child. That fact alone kept me restless, always waiting for the next report from the scouts I’d stationed in Adrian’s pack. I didn’t trust Adrian to protect her the way I would, not after everything. The door slammed open, breaking my train of thought. Victor stormed in, his face pale but his expression hard. “Ryker,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “We’ve got a problem.” I stood immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. “What is it? Zara?” Victor nodded grimly, handing me a crumpled pie
Zara'pov The air inside the room was suffocating, heavy with an unspoken dread. The cries outside weren’t human—they were the growls of enraged wolves, a chorus of chaos that clawed at my nerves. My arms ached from holding Thorold so tightly, but I refused to loosen my grip. His tiny chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep, his innocence presence melts my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined motherhood. No one prepared me for nights like these, where I sat trembling with my child in my arms, my heart splitting between overwhelming love and bone-deep fear. They were out there for him—my son, my perfect boy, who had somehow become the center of a storm I didn’t understand. A loud crash from outside made me jump. The door flew open, and Adrian stormed in. His expression was grim, his usually composed face shadowed with urgency. “What’s going on, Adrian?” I asked, my voice breaking. His eyes darted to Thorold, who stirred but remained asleep, and then to me. "Stay here
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
(Zara’s POV)I spotted Thorold behind the healer’s hall, sitting on the low stone wall with his boots dangling just above the dirt. His elbows rested on his knees, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time in days, he looked… at ease.He didn’t flinch when I approached. His head turned slightly, and he gave me a small, tired smile.“Trying to disappear?” I asked.He shrugged. “Just hiding from Ryker. He wants to spar. I told him my bones need a break.”I smiled and sat beside him. “Smart choice. He doesn’t go easy.”“I’m learning.”We watched a few pack members sparring in the open yard. There was no war urgency in their movement. They were laughing, shouting challenges, tripping over their own feet. It was the kind of scene I used to dream about.“You look like him,” I said quietly, surprising myself.Thorold looked over. “Ryker?”I nodded.“The way you stand when you’re thinking. That habit of checking the exits even when you’re smiling. And when you lift your chin before speaking…
LAUREN'S POV Logan was too hot my heart pounding and when I felt his fingers playing with my n**ples, it gave me a different sensation. it felt so good as if that was the first time we were making our downtown move slowly and grabbed my hard n**please, and sucked on it, he was such a baby. "Will you stop teasing me already?" I said to him angrily. Logan kissed me again with passion, his gue trailing down to lick my collarbone, then feature down to my n*please. Logan slipped his hand into my pants and started playing with my cl*****s "Baby you are already wet?" he said, whispering into my ears. he looked up into my eyes, " Bianca,l love you so much, and thank you for not giving up on me when I was lost. he touched my n**ples again, your n*ples are so hard and I love it when I turn you on. I looked him in the eyes, "Will you f**k me already and stop the talking?" my pussy throbbed and ached, he inspected his finger into my p**y and f**led me with his two fingers. it was so g
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls.As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently."We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates.""We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best."The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked. "ou
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently. "We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates." "We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best." The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked
LAUREN'S POV As the preparations unfolded, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and excitement was palpable. From far and wide, members of various packs journeyed to join in the festivities, eager to witness the union of two destined souls and perhaps even find their own mates amidst the throngs of wolves. The air was filled with the scent of roasting meat, and the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed through the forest. The clearing where the celebration was to be held was adorned with colourful ribbons, and a large bonfire had been lit in the centre. As the sun began to set, the sky turned a deep shade of orange, and the first stars began to twinkle above. At the heart of the clearing stood my mate and I resplendent in our fur coats and adorned with feathered headdresses. we exchanged vows of love and loyalty, and the packs howled in approval. It was a moment of pure joy and unity, one that would be remembered for generations to come. It was a one-week program for ev
LAUREN'S POV "Meet Reagan, your brother," my dad said to me with a smile. I couldn't contain my excitement. "there is no way is this big bad wolf my brother," I said with a smile before hugging him tightly. Reagan hugged me back with a warm embrace, and then kissed me on my forehead. "I'm so happy to know you're my sister," he said with a smile. I was over the moon to finally have found my brother. We spent the entire day getting to know each other, laughing, and sharing stories. He was everything I could have hoped for in a brother, and I knew that we would be close for a long time to come. Later that day, Jack, and his mate Harriet walked in. Jack was surprised to see Reagan there, and even more surprised to find out that he was our brother. "Are we missing out on something?" Jack asked with a smile. "Yes, meet dad's mate and our brother Reagan," I said, but Jack chuckled. "You're just finding out now that Reagan is our brother?" he asked incredulously. I nodded, pretendin