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
With peace finally restored, the NorthHill Pack breathes again. The sounds of war fade into silence, replaced by the soft rustling of trees and the quiet steps of wolves returning to their routines. Yet beneath the calm lies the weight of all they have lost and all they have endured.Lowell stands tall as Alpha, his presence commanding yet softened by the woman who now stands beside him — Nana. The scars of their battles run deep, but together, they forge something stronger. Their bond has weathered storms, betrayal, and bloodshed, yet it emerges unbroken. Nana, who once cowered in fear and hid behind shadows, now carries herself with grace and quiet power as the Luna of NorthHill.Their son, Theon, is born into peace but not ignorance. His arrival brings new hope, a fresh beginning, but the shadows of the past remain close. Lowell watches his pup with pride, seeing in him the promise of strength, wisdom, and leadership. Nana cradles him with gentleness, yet deep down, she knows the w
Marco crashes to the ground with a thud that shakes the earth beneath them. His body lays twisted, his black wolf form heaving, struggling for breath. But his efforts are weak… pathetic even.Lowell stands over him, towering in his terrifying beast form — his Lycan fully awakened. The ground seems to tremble beneath his weight. His massive paws are like boulders, fur thick and matted with blood, muscles rippling underneath. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths. His arms — long, thick, powerful — end in claws as sharp as blades. His head is that of a giant wolf, eyes burning bright yellow, glowing with rage and ancient power.The battlefield is silent. No one dares move. Not a single sound except for Marco’s ragged breaths and the distant crackle of fire.Lowell doesn’t hesitate. He lets out a deep growl that vibrates through the air, making every heart stop. His clawed hand slams down, digging into Marco’s chest. The black wolf beneath him lets out a choking, pained yelp. His le