-----(Aurora’s POV) ----(Three years ago)I knew I was beautiful. I didn’t need others to tell me that; I saw what I looked like in the mirror. A goddess with a wave of red hair, like burning flames, and deep blue eyes. Every single girl in the pack envied me, and every man lusted for me.I was different, unlike every other she-wolf. I didn’t dream about my mate; I didn’t care to find him. I was in love with Jordan. I was willing to give him everything. I lost my virginity to him, and I never regretted that. We both made a promise to each other; we promised to never fall apart, and we were both supposed to reject our mates when the time came. I could love no one but Jordan, and he was the love of my life and no one could change that, not the moon goddess or fate itself.I was seventeen, and I had everything; my parents weren’t lower-class wolves either, just average, perfect—that was what my life was. Perfect until The Blood Moon Pack paid our pack (The Raven Pack) a visit.Nat saw m
------ (Lena’s POV) -----Would he really had let me go if I had agreed?The question stayed on my mind for the next few days. The fact that Damien gave me a choice came as a huge surprise to me.There was something else I had noticed. Aurora was hardly ever present in the dining room. Most times, both chairs are left empty, and other times, Nate is present and she is not. Many times I had wanted to ask where she was, but then I remembered I had promised myself to stay away from their businesses, a promise I wasn’t sure I would keep for long.I couldn’t believe my parents thought they could have me back after all they did. It was a shock even to me that I chose to be with Damien. They believed he had messed with my head so badly that I was forever attached, but I would do anything to wipe away that knowing look on my mother’s face. I hated it. The girl she knew and predicted, the girl they could bend into their will was long gone.I knew that with them, I wasn’t safe either; sooner or
(Aurora’s POV)(Mature Content!!)It was like he had forgotten me here. It had been over a week since I lay on the floor, naked and cold. It wasn’t normal for a werewolf to be this cold; the heat was in our system, but it was like mine was failing. I slipped in and out of consciousness. I was so hungry, I couldn’t move. Could he starve me to death?I couldn’t even tell the length to which he could go with this anymore. I wondered what would happen if I ended up dead. Nothing. I realized nothing was going to happen if I disappeared; no one noticed me, no one cared. I missed my parents; I missed my father, though he was seen as a traitor; I missed my mother, who could never visit me here again; and most of all, I missed Jordan. I missed what could have been.I was dying; I knew it, and no one came for me...My thoughts were caught off guard when the door was pushed open. I couldn’t see who it was, but for some reason I knew it was not Nate. Nate would never sneak in so quietly. I could
---Lena’s POV --- “When would you learn to stop poking your nose into what is not your business?” I had the voice ask, and it startled me. I did my best to stay still; I couldn’t afford to show any signs of weakness. It was Isis. “And why don’t you stay away from me? It's been going well for the past few weeks.” “Don’t flatter yourself, Luna. I had been very busy with pack business and...” “With my job,” I cut in, already knowing what she had to say. “I cannot get why you would not leave that poor girl alone, and you see... I saw you take food to her; you are not very good at sneaking. Well, your wolf is a bit sloppy, so that’s understandable. I wonder what Nate would do to the poor bitch when he discovered it; because he would find out, I’ll make sure of it.” “Whatever this is, it’s between the both of us; Aurora has nothing to do with it.” “Begging for the slut now, are you?, pathetic.” she snorted and walked away. I once thought I hated my parents; the hate I felt for Isis wa
---Lena’s POV ---(Trigger Warning!)Nate growled low, seemingly Irritated. I stood to my feet, walking towards Aurora."Let her be; she'll get up when she is ready, Luna." Isis said, but I ignored her. I squatted, placing my hands gently on Aurora's neck to check her pulse, but very strangely, her body was cold—so damned cold—and it wasn't normal; werewolves weren't supposed to be this cold—except somehow he had managed to weaken her wolf to the point where her wolf was almost ...dead.The bastard."What the hell did you do to her, Nate?" I growled at him."Stay out of my business, Luna; she will wake soon; she loves the attention; I know it."My mouth dropped open in surprise; he thought this was all an act?. I walked towards him, and I landed the hardest slap I had ever given in my life, putting in all my furry into it. The force alone sent his face to the side, and his hair, which was always positioned over his eyes, shifted a bit, exposing the little pink scar on his forehead. His
(Nate's POV)I felt a different kind of emotion for Aurora.Of course the healers didn't let me watch as they check up on her, I had to wait for the healers outside the healing room. They were taking too damn long, and I needed to know what was wrong with her. Why can't I be inside the healing room with her? I paced down the hallways and back, but they took hours behind those damned locked doors, and I was tempted to slam through and know what the fuck was wrong with Aurora.But again, why did I care? Had I forgotten so easily what Aurora and her family had caused me—had caused this whole pack? Had I forgotten so easily what her father did to Angelina?It still hurts to think about my little sister. I failed her; just as I failed my parents, I failed her too. Even after all the promises I made to myself to always keep her safe, I failed like the failure I was. I shouldn't care if Aurora dies; I shouldn't be bothered by the fact that her body was so cold, but I could not pretend that
(Part One)(Lena's POV)I walked into the waiting room where Aurora laid, unmoving; if not for the slight tick of her pulse and the little heart beat, one could think she was already dead.She was in a coma—that's what humans call it—in a state in between life and death, and I wondered what would have changed if I put in more efforts, if I tried my very best, if I never stopped fighting.I would never know.I hadn't noticed I was crying till I felt the wetness on my cheeks. I wiped it off quickly, and just then I had footsteps approaching. I turned to see it was Isis. Great. The healers had left the room to give me a little privacy, I didn't like being alone with Isis."What are you doing here?""Paying a friend a visit," she said with a sly smile."Don't give me that; you do not care about her; if you did, you would have helped her.""Or I did; why do you think she is here now?""What are you trying to say?""She hated her life; she wanted to die, but unlike you, I knew the right way
(Part Two- Continues)I felt two of his fingers in me as he pushed in and out, maintaining the pace. Then he took off his clothes; his cock sprang free, hard. He lifted me from the glass table and led me to the bed. I could feel his cock pulsing against my stomach, hard and huge.He dropped me on the bed—not very gently."Go on your fours," he said, and I did, I felt him against my entry, and all at once he slammed in. I moaned out, my hands traveling to my clit, but he held it down and then rubbed around my clitoral area with his hands as he pounded into me from behind. I couldn't stay still, and so he gripped my hair hard as he pushed into me, his other hands now massaging my hardened nipples. I panted, reaching out, but again, he only pinned me down. As he slammed into me, harder and faster, I felt his strength and raw energy, and I moaned out his name, almost saying the forbidden words. I love you. He turned me over, my back on the bed, and widened my legs for more leverage, and