It’s been four days in NorthHill and Lumina feels her sanity slowly slipping, like the steady pull of the tide tugging at her. It’s suffocating, this place. Every corner seems to echo with his presence. Theon. His scent is everywhere—familiar, possessive, inescapable. The walls, the bed, the air she breathes—all of it drenched in him.She’s spent all four days in his room, locked away. Not that she’d tried to leave. Every time she even thought of stepping outside, the air shifted, the shadows lengthened. His presence was always there, like an invisible chain wrapped around her. The pack is too surrounded, the walls too thick, and he’s everywhere, watching.She’s curled up on the edge of his bed, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the cold, barren wall. She won’t look at him. She can’t. Not after everything. Not after—Her thoughts screech to a halt, but it’s too late. The memories flood her.The blood.The pain.The rejection.She suddenly begins to wonder just how cruel the moon g
She doesn’t breathe for a moment. As much as she wants to understand the situation she’s in, the scent coming from him is undeniably real, even without a wolf she knows that’s a mate’s scent… He smelled better than Orion, and that scared her more.That voice—her mother’s warning—echoes too loud in her head, drowning out everything else. Her heart pounds a slow, painful rhythm in her chest, pressing against her ribs. Her body screams for her to move. To get up. To run. But she doesn’t. She can’t move. Because he’s still standing there, she stares blankly at Theon.The name carries weight. Not just as the Lycan Prince, but as the son of the monster who led the Great Purge.She swallows hard. Her mouth is dry.“You’re quiet,” Theon says, his voice lower now, quieter, he sounds like a calm man but Lumina refused to let his soft behavior make her forget he is probably as brutal as his father. “Do you remember what happened?”She doesn’t answer.Instead, her eyes stay on him, scanning the f
She wakes slowly, like surfacing from a deep and punishing sea. Her limbs are heavy, her mouth dry, and her body sore in places she can’t explain. A dull throb pulses at the base of her spine. Her stomach aches. Her ribs feel bruised. But it’s the scent that stirs her fully.It hits her first—thick and intoxicating.Smoked leather. Chocolate musk. Warm, wild, alive.It’s the kind of scent that lingers under your skin, that makes the air feel too close, too charged. It coils around her senses, dragging her consciousness forward.Her eyes open slowly.She’s not in her room. Not in any place she recognizes.The high ceiling contains soft matte panels which direct recessed lighting that gradually illuminates the area with a golden-toned glow. The black stone tiles form a smooth wall which contains an integrated fireplace that displays burning amber flames through glass. The top portion of this wall features an unpowered smooth black screen. Beyond the sheer black curtains the room reveals
“Get the healer!” Theon’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade as the car screeches to a stop in front of the pack house. Gravel crunches under his boots as he swings the door open and steps out, holding her close, her blood soaking deeper into his clothes.She’s limp in his arms, but her pulse—faint, weak—is still there. He hears it. Barely. Thanks to his Lycan senses, he can hear even the faintest sound.Theon doesn’t wait for anyone. He doesn’t care if the guards are startled, if his family is asleep, if the whole damn world is watching. He pushes through the front doors with one thing on his mind.Her.“What is going on?” His mother’s voice comes sharp from the stairs, her robe clutched around her, hair tied back in a quick knot. She stops mid-step when she sees the girl in his arms, eyes going wide. “Who is that? What happened to her?”“Call the healer. Now,” he snaps, not even looking at her.She gasps but turns quickly, hurrying down the hall.By the time the old healer
“I appreciate your presence in today’s Gala…”The Alpha’s voice fades into the background as Theon pushes open the glass doors of the hall, the cool night air wrapping around him like a needed blanket. He doesn’t care much for formalities. Not tonight. His steps are calm, almost lazy, but his thoughts are far from still.His father, Alpha Lowell of NorthHill Pack, had sent him here with an agenda. “You will be crowned in a few days, but not without a mate,” he’d said like it was a business deal.Theon scoffs softly at the memory. Finding a mate wasn’t something he could force. He wasn’t one of those desperate males sniffing around every woman for a hint of a bond.“Theon, the Alpha of the pack, just began the event, you can’t leave…”The voice breaks through his thoughts, and Theon doesn’t need to turn to know who it is.“Please Ben… The place is too crowded and noisy…” Theon says, not slowing his steps.Bernardo, his future Beta and Nathan’s only son, runs up beside him, panting slig
Warning: Please note that from this point, we will have a bit of matured content unlike Nana and Lowell's story.Orion pulls out of Lumina, his breath ragged as he dumps himself on the side of the bed. His hand reaches lazily for his phone, checking the time with a frown. He knows he can’t stall any longer. The Moon Gala downstairs is in full swing, and his absence would already be raising questions.He drags himself up, picking out a fresh outfit from his wardrobe. His movements are unhurried, almost careless, as if the world outside this room barely matters to him.Lumina watches him quietly, her heart pounding so hard it hurts. The words she needs to say sit at the edge of her lips, trembling with fear. She doesn’t know which is worse — telling him or staying silent. Either way, she is scared."I sent the maid to get you a cup of wine," Orion says, breaking the thick silence as he shrugs out of his wrinkled shirt.As if on cue, a light knock comes at the door. A maid steps in with