Mag-log in(Lucian’s POV)I hate that my time here is coming to an end. Just when the ice around Emi begins to thaw, we are forced to return to real life. Once upon a time, this was real life, tending to the pack house and our grounds. Now, it’s become a battlefield of real estate and property to ensure power, at least that’s the illusion of it.Mom wanted me to grow up here. She wanted me to have freedom, the forest, and fresh air. Father wanted to take the wolf out of forest, but my souls yearns for this. I watch my mate warm up to Mom and it causes my entire soul to ache, because I know I’m not the only one that would feel at home here.What would Emi do if I resisted my father’s footsteps and abandon his thriving empire to resurrect a way of life that existed beyond the modern cities of today? Would she hate me for forcing her away from everything she built? Would she hate me for wanting to raise our children the way my mom wanted to raise me?I want my mom to hold her grandchildren and be a
(Emi’s POV)The delicious smell makes my mouth water. I forget about how strange it is for people to bow and curtsey to me. I forget how I panic when people address me as Luna. I forget how my anxiety was bubbling to the surface. Instead, I focus on the yumminess wafting around me.“When I was a kid, she spoiled me,” Lucian chuckles before breathing in deeply. “Damn, I miss her cooking so much when I’m forced to be in the city.”I frown, wondering who this ’she’ is. We walk into the large hall where there’s a few familiar faces. They’re seated at the end of the gigantic cherry wood table with a lacy runner with a beautiful woman gracefully setting down dishes on pot holders. The moment familiar pale green eyes meet mine instantly and the truth stares straight back at me. Lucian might be the spitting image of his father… except he inherited her eyes and her eye shape.It makes all the difference, because he doesn’t hold the same malice and contempt that his father’s dark eyes hold. No,
(Lucian’s POV)Our heats have subsided.My head is finally clear. Her claim marks me as hers itches. The ache of it anchors me. My claim on her brings both satisfaction and calmness. My body answered her plea and I satisfied both of our hunger.As I watch her from where I stand by the window overlooking the sprawling lands of the pack house, there’s a deep sense of feeling at peace finally. This is where I want to be and not in the towering city. Sadness seeps in, because I know both our lives are there in a world that shreds our souls.I miss the wilderness and the woods.When my father was Alpha, I stayed with my mother at the pack house. My father enjoyed the city and the lifestyle it provided. My mother suffered from his infidelity. I watched her suffering since I was a young boy. I heard her screams of pain and witnessed her tears.She never strayed once from him.He fucked other women regularly just to show her that she had no control over him. When I was thirteen and had return
(Emi’s POV)I awake to the softness of his lips against my skin and it sends shivers through my body. My hips instinctively press back against the thick hardness. My body shuts down my mind, shushing away any thoughts accept the only ones that matter.My body burns.It’s already on fire.“Fuck,” he hisses as his hands start to possessively roam around my body. I moan in appreciation and pleasure. It burns with absolute consent as my body chases after his touch. I want more, more than his hands touching me. I need more than that. He knows it. I know he needs more by how hard his dick is getting. Every time I flatten myself against his body, he growls and grinds it deep into my flesh. I know he wants to bury it deep inside me.“Little one, I’m barely holding on,” he rasps against my ear.I lick my lips. “Let go.”“Do you know what you’re saying?” he hisses. I feel his hand already traveling down over my stomach and between my thighs. His fingers plunge into me. “The moment it’s my dick
(Lucian’s POV)I know she can’t see me, but the moment she looks up in the camera and she says those words, there’s nothing that will stop me from getting to her. Not even her. She can take back those words right now, but I could care less.The look in her eyes.The pain and helplessness in them.The feeling of my own heat has been burning through my veins. Lysette has been dismissed. The public elevator to my office and floor has been disabled so nobody but people with access are allowed up.‘I need you go to pick up Emi at ‘Sylvie’s Sweets’. She’s in heat’, I tell Aeron. I shut my eyes breathing in and out, trying to calm myself down.Aeron’s voice immediately responds back: ‘In heat? Are you sure?’.‘Yes. I need you to take her to the pack house. Riley will take me there’, I mindlink.‘You’re in heat too?’ Aeron says in awe. ‘Okay, boss. I’ll get our Luna. I’ll mindlink Riley to get ready for you at the underground entrance’.I smirk, knowing this is the reason why Aeron’s my Beta
(Emi’s POV)Life continues even when everything has shattered like a fragile glass of red wine striking the hard floor. Irreparable shards — remnants of an ordinary life — scatters about crimson, soaking in like spilt blood. It’s hard to breathe, but I’m breathing in and out.Sylvie isn’t her bright, vivid self anymore. I don’t expect her to revert back fully either. Not until we’re safe from danger. I want to tell her we’re going to be fine, but life is unexpected. I might bake sweet things, but I don’t sugarcoat things like this. You can’t.“So he’s setting up an entire new identity for us in the Western Territory?” she repeats quietly as we eat breakfast at the crack of dawn. I couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve been a bundle of nerves. A part of me screams to just come clean to Lucian and trust the bond, but there’s a part of me that feels like my life’s not a fairytale. I won’t get the happy ending I crave.In the real world, wolves like him don’t even up with common folk like me
(Lucian’s POV)I gaze down at the silk ties, the velvet handcuffs, and the blindfold on my mattress. The burgundy shade of our new toys contrasts to my black silk duvet. Earlier, I tuned into the security feed when one of my Deltas dropped off her packages and bouquet."I'll call him Daddy if it's w
(Lucian’s POV)It’s about 10AM when my driver pulls up and parks on the side of the street in front of the Halifax’s luxurious townhouse. I sigh, glaring out the window. No, this is not how I imagined spending my day off, but my little mate decided to do a swan dive into a shallow pond and here I am
(Emi's POV)I peek out from the doorframe to see Spencer eyeing the tarts and my body deflates at the sight. It really is him. I miss the times when I barely saw his face in person only in the media. Lucky me, I've got to see him twice now in the same month and in the same year in my shop.He glance
(Emi’s POV)A man dressed in a high-end suit and tie shows up at 'Sylvie’s Sweets' with a bouquet of flowers and beautifully packaged boxes just as I restock the shelves with some newly baked goodies. Sylvie is manning the counter, ringing out a customer and stops mid action to stare at the lavish d







