LOGIN*LEONIDAS*
Drogo, my wolf growls relentlessly in my head as my fists slam into the punching bag. He wants nothing more but to be with his mate. The thought alone sends me into another fit of rage. A human mate? The moon goddess got to be kidding me. My knuckles throb as the bag jerks violently with each strike. But I don't stop. I hiss when the bag burst , swallowing my fist. My chest heaves, sweat dripping down my temples as I draw my hand out , glaring at the ruined bag. ‘Let’s go to mate.’ Drogo’s voice echoes in my mind, eager, impatient. I curse under my breath. The damn wolf seems to have forgotten— she’s human. That alone should be enough to reject her and end her like the others. But I can't seem to do that. It's the mate bond, I tell myself. But that human smells different. I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my face, but it does nothing to cool the heat burning beneath my skin. Drogo paces restlessly inside me, claws scraping against the walls of my mind. Go to her. His voice slithers through my thoughts again. I grit my teeth. No. She’s fragile. Weak. I despise weakness. And yet— Her scent still clings to my skin. Sweet. Like wild lilies. So wrong. The moment I touched her, something had snapped in me. Something stronger. The urge to protect her. To shield from darkness overwhelms me. The mark at the back of my neck still burns, as if her touch reached inside and twisted something I can’t explain. I slam my fist into the wall, cracking the wood. “I should’ve killed her,” I mutter, but the words taste bitter. Drogo snarls. “You couldn’t. You felt it too.” My jaw tightens. “Shut up.” The door creaks open and I don't turn to know who it was. The scent of the female drifts through my nose. Her natural scent mask heavily with expensive perfume that almost made me choke. Her footsteps draw closer until she's behind me. Fingers trail down my bare back. “Leo...” she purrs and my wolf snarls in disgust. “Alpha,” I correct, pushing myself away from her. Her smile falters for a second, but she recovers, tilting her chin in defiance. “Of course... Alpha,” she says softly, eyes flicking to my chest. I return the towel to the rack before turning fully to face her. “What do you want, Octavia?” “My father told me you've been....stressed lately. I can help with that, Leo,” She rasps. Drogo growls in my head at her defiance. She had called my name. Again. Oblivious,her finger trace the outline of the tattoo on my shoulder blade as she bites down on her lips. I want nothing more but to pin her against the wall and take her right here, rubbing it in Drogo's face. But then again, I’m not in the mood. I have better things to worry about—like why the Moon Goddess fated me to a human. Octavia’s scent invades my nose as her fingers slide up my neck. Jasmine. Her natural scent. Not lilies—like her. Damn it. Why do I keep thinking about that human? Before I can move away, Octavia’s lips crash against mine. For a heartbeat, I don’t react—my wolf howls in protest, claws scraping at the edges of my control. Then I shove her back, and a gasp slips past her parted lips. “Don't,” I growl, my voice rougher. Her eyes widen but she mask it with a pout. “You are tense, Alpha. I'm trying to help.” I fight the urge to groan in frustration. Instead, I snap, “Leave. Now.” She hesitates for a moment before stalking away. Her feet now stomping against the floor. You let her get close to you. My wolf snarls but I ignore him. ‘Alpha,’ My Beta's voice slithers through the mindlink. ‘The gym. Now.’ Before long, his presence fills the doorway. “Any news?” I ask without turning to look at him. He chuckles at my tone, his footsteps drawing near. “There are report of human hunters near the borders.” I grit my teeth, my fist balling at my side. Those vernims again. “If they so as much cross the borders, slit their throats.” “Yes, Alpha.” He fall silent behind me but I can still feel the heat of gaze, crawling down my back. “Anything else, Kieran?” “You brought a human girl to the pack,” he says in a tight voice. I brush past him, picking my discarded shirt from the floor. “So?” He grits his teeth. “You should have killed her.” “And I didn't,” I say lazily, my fingers working on the buttons on my shirt. I can feel the frustration oozing off him at my vague answer. “Why? Do you want me to do it? I can go right now and finish her off—” Before he can finish, my wolf takes control and slams him against the wall. “Know your place, Beta,” Drogo growls , his aura forcing Kieran to submission. Drogo has been on edge lately losing it at the slightest provocation. The full moon is tonight. That’s when his rut begins… and also when he turns feral. Kieran's brows pull in confusion. It's been a long time since I used the Alpha's aura on him. I release him, taking a staggering step back. “She's my mate.” His eyes widen. “W-What? That's impossible. She's human! ” I meet his gaze, deadly calm. He shakes his head, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “There must be a mistake. The moon goddess must be mistaken.” I almost let out a bitter laugh. “The bond is real, Kieran.” That's enough to end his ramble. But then Drogo goes still inside me. ‘Drogo,’ I call out to him but nothing. Something's wrong.*FREYA*The word doesn't register at first, it hangs in the air as I try to process it.Pregnant? What does that have to do with Leo...My eyes snap back to him in an instant. It can't be what I'm thinking, right? No, I shake it off. I might be mistaken. But the guilt in his eyes, the way his grip tightens on my shoulder tells me something different.“What?” I whisper, my hand slipping from Leonidas's grasp.Octavia sighs dramatically, one hand drifting to her stomach. “I wasn’t planning on announcing it like this, but since the truth has such a way of clawing its way out…” Her smile sharpens. “Yes. I’m carrying his child.”The room tilts.I fist my hand deep into the fabric of my dress until the knuckles ache, twisting the material painfully against my palm. Anything to keep from me from breaking apart.Leonidas’s eyes are still locked on mine.There’s no denial in them. Just that same heavy, quiet guilt in his eyes. The unspoken words pass silently between us. Octavia is the
*FREYA* Weeks passed as I train, trying to to uncover my abilities. Rhea claims that there could be more. The thought of it scares me but Ailsa always reassure me, her presence adding comfort to me. I barely see Leonidas these days, he's always cooped up in the pack office. We only managed to see when we run into each other or whenever he's free, but that rarely happens. When I'm not training with Rhea, I often visit him with his lunch. The small smile that curves his lips each time is my reward. A well-deserved reward. I feel my lips pulling into a smile. I wonder what he's doing right now. Probably reading reports with that crease in his forehead, I'm often tempted to smooth. A giggle slips from my lips before I can stop it and I barely muffle it with the back of my hand. “You lost focus again, Freya, ” Rhea scolds, shooting me a disapproving look. I give her a sheepish smile which she scowls at. “That's not going to work. Again.” I nearly groan in frustration.
FREYA: I drag him along to his quarters, before shutting the door behind us. “What now?” He asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Sit.” His eyes darkens slightly with something I can't quiet name flickering in his eyes. He finally sits on the couch, arching his eyebrows. I move to the bedside table, searching through his things for anything sharp. I come up with a pocket knife. Perfect. I settle beside him on the couch and face him. His eyes narrow when he sees what I'm holding. “What are you doing with that—” My fingers go up to his buttons, cutting his words short. His hand flies up to stop me,his face flushing red. “What are you doing?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. I shoot him a look. “Relax.” Almost immediately, the tension in his shoulders releases and he drops his hand. I unbutton just enough to reveal his lower abdomen. Then with one slice, slit my palm open with the knife, crimson red dripping from the cut. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?” he
*FREYA* His scent surrounds me like a cloak, causing Ailsa to stir in my mind. My eyes snap up to see him stop short before me, blinking as if unable to believe I'm the one. I cover my legs with my dress, as he nears, my gaze lowering to the book in my hand. I fight the urge to look up as his shadow swallows mine even as he stays silent, the heat of his gaze crawling down my skin. “You...didn't leave?” He asks slowly and I wonder if that's a question or a confirmation that I am not going to leave. “I told you already. I have nowhere to go.” He exhales almost in relief and lowers himself to sit. My fingers dig into my palm as he sits mere inches from my legs, his fingers brushing them. That definitely isn't a mistake. I feel his gaze bore into the side of my head but I don't lift my head. I'm afraid that I take one look at him and I'll forget the reason I'm mad at him in the first place. “If you still wish to leave, ” he murmurs, shifting close, heat radiating off hi
*LEONIDAS* The noise of the elders clamoring , each voicing their own personal opinions merely falls down my ears until it becomes nothing more than a dull hum.My thoughts only circles one person. Freya. She would have left by now. Probably on her way to Ashvale. My heart squeezes at the thought. No, not Ashvale. She has a lot of bad memories there. Perhaps she's on her way to somewhere far away, where neither the hunters nor I can find her. Should I send Dorian to accompany her? No. She might thinks I sent him to spy on her. What about the omega she’s grown close to? The one she smiles with so easily. What's her name again? Was it Alira or— Alera. Yes, Alera. That's her name. “Alpha?” I should send Alera so Freya won't be alone. She's a better choice to care for my mate. “Alpha?!” My eyes snap up to see Elder Lorraine in front of me, his eyes narrowing. My gaze sweeps across the room and it's then I notice it has gone quiet. “Are you even l
*FREYA* My blood runs cold. I feel my knees wobble as I sink back into the bed, clutching my dress around my bare chest. No. This can't be happening. But the glowing mark at the back of his neck and the blood staining the corner of his lips are enough proof. He is cursed? If he keeps going, I will lose my life? Is this some kind of a cruel joke? But during my heat, he..… Realization dawns. My heat flashes through my mind..that night. I had brushed the blood away as a hallucination, something my body had invented in its haze. It wasn’t. And the way he reacted at the cottage when we kissed..how he pulled back and fell to his knees, clutching his chest painfully. It's all in front of me, yet I was too stupid to notice. A chill settles deep in my bones that I can't shake off. “I'll understand If you decide to leave.” His words echoes in my ears but I can't find an answer to give him. I try... to find answers, to say anything . I only open my mouth, hoping t







