MasukFor in the quiet after the storm, they learned that a beast is only a monster until he finds the heart he was meant to protect, and a child’s forgiveness is the only moonlight that can truly guide an Alpha home. xoxo.. Bliss
JIMMIE POV“Clem, wait!”My lungs were on fire as I ran through the thick, mangled underbrush of the forest. The moonlight cut through the canopy in jagged flashes of silver, illuminating the back of my cousin’s head as she led the way through the ancient pines.“Come on, Jimmie! Catch me if you can!” Clem’s laughter echoed through the trees, a musical, taunting sound."This isn't funny anymore! I can’t keep up!" I screamed into the night, my heart thudding against my ribs."Don't be a chicken, Jimmie!" Her response sounded distant now, fading into the rustle of leaves and the hoot of an owl.I rolled my eyes, pushing my legs to move faster. I was so happy to see her again—to feel this carefree, even if it was just a game. I burst through the final line of trees, stumbling into a vast open space, but the laughter died in my throat. I froze.The mood had changed. The living woods were gone, replaced by a clearing thick with a dense, chilling white fog."Clem?" I called out. No response
DEAR WONDERFUL READERS,First and foremost, I want to say a massive THANK YOU for walking this beautiful, wild journey with me. To my dedicated readers who stayed by my side, through every twist, turn, and even my moments of inconsistency—your patience and passion kept me writing. This story belongs to you as much as it does to me.If you’ve enjoyed Devon and Jimmie’s story, please consider recommending it to your friends, family, or anyone you know who loves a story filled with heart, heat, and adventure! Your recommendations help this pack grow stronger.I am also thrilled to announce my next project: "TIMOTHY: MY FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION." I promise you a story filled with the same raw emotion, soul-shifting scenes, and intense dialogue that you’ve come to expect from my work. It is currently a work in progress, but updates will begin very shortly, and I can't wait for you to meet these new characters.As a token of my deepest appreciation for your loyalty, I have decided to make the f
Jimmie POVThe hum of the limo’s engine was a low, steady vibration that felt like a purr against my skin. I rested my head on Devon’s chest, the expensive wool of his suit jacket soft against my cheek, and let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for years.I still couldn’t believe it. The summit, the sea of flashes, the way the world held its breath when Devon claimed me in front of everyone. The kisses... God, the kisses. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his lips on mine, a brand that told the world exactly who I belonged to.As the car sped through the darkened streets of Astria toward the new pack house, I let my mind wander. We had moved months ago, and Woodland was finally breathing again. It wasn't just a fortress anymore; it was a home. We’d even opened a wing for visitors—humans who wanted to see the legend for themselves. Stella had taken to her role as the pack librarian and tour guide with a grace that made the transition seamless.And the boys... my heart
~~ A Month Later~~DEVON POVThe flashbulbs were a rhythmic, blinding staccato against the evening sky. A month had passed, but the world’s hunger for the truth had only grown ravenous."Mr President! Over here!""President Devon, a statement on the rumours!"The shouts of the global press corps were a wall of sound as Jimmie and I stepped out of the black armoured vehicle. I didn't let go of his hand. Not for a second. We were both dressed in perfectly tailored midnight-black suits, the fabric shimmering slightly under the heavy spotlighting of the Vahsava Summit’s grand entrance.This night had been postponed three times. First by the insurgency, then by the mourning of our fallen, and finally by the sheer logistical weight of hosting the world’s leaders in a country that had just revealed it was led by a predator. I knew why they had come. It wasn't just for trade agreements or border treaties; they wanted the "President’s Mate." They wanted to see the man who had tamed the Silver
Devon PovThe cool evening breeze felt like a balm against the lingering heat of the day's politics. I stood at the edge of the limestone cliff, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, watching the lifeblood of my pack move below."Hey, Devon."I didn't need to turn to know it was Franco. His scent—cedarwood and rain—mixed with the mountain air as he came to stand beside me."Hey," I responded, my voice barely a ripple.My mind was still echoing with Langston’s parting shot. I could still see the way his eyes hardened as he stepped into the black armoured vehicle, the gold pipe gripped between his teeth. “Devon, remember, we don’t have time. We will be waiting for a response. Astria will be waiting.” The weight of a nation was on one side of the scale, but as I looked down at the courtyard, the other side of the scale felt infinitely heavier.The scene below was a masterpiece of serenity. The pack house, glowing with amber light from the windows, spilt out into a bustling courtyard. Mot
Devon POv"Unauthorised?"It was Jimmie’s voice speaking now, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "You dare term what we did as unauthorised?!"Rowe tried to defend herself, her hands fluttering. "That’s not what I intended to say—""That’s exactly how it sounds," Jimmie cut her off, his voice soft but like tempered steel. "Are you by any chance trying to tell us we acted irrationally? That while our son was being held and our friends were dying, we should have waited for a signature from a human court?"There was a moment of absolute silence as all eyes turned to Rowe and Langston. The Elders stood as one behind us, a wall of white silk and silent power, and Franco moved a half-step closer to my side, his hand resting visibly on his belt.Langston, ever the seasoned diplomat, felt the predatory tension thickening in the room. He knew the atmosphere had shifted against them, the scent of stagnant human fear clashing with the iron-willed resolve of the pack. He







