Ryker's pov The first thing I felt was warmth, a gentle pulse radiating through my chest. My body felt lighter, as if the weight of death had been lifted. Slowly, my senses returned—distant sounds, the faint scent of herbs, and then a voice. Her voice. “Zara…” My eyes fluttered open, heavy and reluctant. The blinding white of the room stung at first, but it didn’t take long for my gaze to find her. She was slumped against the bed, her face pale, her body frail. “Zara!” I sat up too quickly, a sharp pain shooting through my side. I ignored it, focusing entirely on the woman beside me. Her breathing was shallow, her energy so depleted it made my chest ache in ways I hadn’t felt in years. My hands trembled as I reached for her, gently lifting her onto the bed. She weighed so little, her body limp in my arms. It was then I saw the toll her actions had taken on her. The dark circles under her eyes, the way her once-vibrant glow had dimmed—she had given everything to save me. And I
Zara’s POVThe evening sun dipped low over the Crescent Peak mountains that framed Ryker’s pack territory. I stood at the edge of the packhouse courtyard, watching as the warriors trained in the distance. My heart ached, but my resolve was firm.I had come here for a reason, and that reason had been fulfilled. My son was safe, my point was made, and the lingering resentment that tethered me to this place had run its course.But leaving wasn’t easy. This place had once been my home. Ryker had once been my world. And now, I was about to walk away from it all.It wasn’t a decision I made lightly. Over the past few days, I’d tried to convince myself that I could stay for a little while since Adrian's pack reminds me so much about my son, I that I could find a place within Ryker’s pack again. But every interaction, every glance from his pack members, reminded me of the rejection I’d faced.Ryker had cast me out when I was at my most vulnerable. Pregnant and alone, I had survived, and I had
Zara’s POV I stood at the edge of Adrian’s pack territory, the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional howl in the distance the only sounds around me. Adrian’s pack, the Silverfang, had been my refuge after Ryker banished me. It was here that I rebuilt myself, piece by piece, finding strength I never knew I had.Adrian had been a constant, unwavering support. He didn’t ask for explanations or press for anything more than I was willing to give. But now, standing here with the weight of my decisions pressing down on me, I knew this moment would hurt us both.I made my way to the main packhouse, my steps heavy with the burden of what I was about to do. Adrian had been kind enough to offer me a place to stay after my recent ordeal, but I couldn’t linger. Not anymore.The packhouse was quiet, most of the warriors out training or tending to their duties. I found Adrian in his office, bent over a desk cluttered with maps and reports. He looked up as I entered, his piercing green eyes softe
Zara’s POV The soft rustling of leaves outside Adrian’s office filled the silence after my declaration. I could feel his gaze boring into me, his emotions an open book. Hurt, frustration, and desperation radiated off him like waves crashing against my resolve. But even as I said the words, as I promised myself I would leave Silverfang, a part of me hesitated. A part of me felt tethered to this place, to the safety and warmth it offered, and to Adrian—the man who had saved me from the depths of despair."wait I heard Adrian's voice." Adrian exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. “I can’t let you leave, Zara. Not like this, it's about the offer." I turned to face him, my brows furrowing. “Adrian, we’ve been through this—” “No, you’ve been through it,” he interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. “You’ve fought battles you shouldn’t have had to fight, and you’ve carried burdens no one should carry alone. I won’t stand by and let you leave when there’s another way.” I crossed my
Zara’s POV The air in the office was tense, charged with a dangerous energy. Adrian stood in front of me, his stance protective as the hooded figure revealed himself. His sneer was unmistakable—a rogue, his scent tinged with blood and rebellion. Adrian’s voice was low and menacing. “Who sent you?” The rogue chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. “You already know the answer, Alpha.” My stomach twisted as Adrian’s expression darkened, his aura flaring with raw dominance. “Logan,” he growled. The rogue’s grin widened. “He’s not done with her. Do you think hiding her here would keep her safe? Logan always finishes what he starts.” My heart pounded, and my wolf bristled at the threat. Adrian’s men stormed into the room, their weapons ready, but Adrian raised a hand, signalling them to stop. “Take him alive to the pack and deliver him to Logan dead,” he ordered, his voice sharp. “I want him to see what happens when you threaten someone under my protection.” The rogu
Zara's pov The club was alive, pulsing with energy and music that seemed to vibrate in the walls. Our nightclub was a sanctuary, a neutral ground where werewolves, humans, and other supernaturals could mingle in peace. It had taken years to establish this kind of harmony, and it was one of the few things in my life that I could truly say I was proud of. Adrian had left the human world, his protective instincts finally satisfied after ensuring I was no longer in immediate danger. He had lingered longer than usual this time. I knew he cared, but I also knew he had other responsibilities as the Alpha King. For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe without the weight of someone else's concern pressing down on me. I was halfway down the grand staircase that led to the main floor when one of the waitresses, a young girl named Emily, called out to me. “Ma’am Zara!” she said, hurrying toward me, her expression a mix of panic and uncertainty. “What is it, Emily?” I asked,
Zara'pov The next week passed without incident. I had convinced myself that Ryker’s visit was a one-time occurrence, a fleeting moment of curiosity that wouldn’t repeat. But I should have known better. Ryker wasn’t the type to make casual appearances, nor was he the type to leave anything unfinished. The first time he returned, it was subtle. I noticed him sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink, his gaze sweeping the club but always landing back on me. I ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The second time, it was more obvious. He was in the VIP section, laughing and talking with a group of his warriors. Every now and then, I’d feel his eyes on me, like a weight I couldn’t shake. By the third time, his presence had become impossible to ignore. It was a busy Friday night; the club was packed with humans, werewolves, and other supernaturals. The air buzzed with energy, the music a constant thrum that seemed to sync with my pulse. I was behi
Zara'pov The next night, the club was packed again, a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. I kept myself busy at the bar, pouring drinks and exchanging polite smiles with customers, but my mind was elsewhere. Ryker had been conspicuously absent for two nights, and though I hated admitting it, the emptiness he left behind was palpable. I was wiping down the counter when a strange scent hit me—earthy, ancient, and faintly metallic. It wasn’t wolf, human, or vampire. It was… different. Nora bristled instantly. "Something’s wrong," she growled. I turned slowly, scanning the room. Everything seemed normal, but I trusted Nora’s instincts. She was rarely wrong. As I moved to check on the VIP section, the lights flickered. Just once. Enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd. Then I saw him. A man stood near the edge of the dance floor, dressed in a sleek black suit. His features were sharp, his pale skin almost glowing under the club lights. But it was his eyes
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