MasukIn a world where werewolves coexist with humans, Archer and Mateo, twin alpha werewolves, turn 18 and realize they share the same fated mate, Violet. However, Violet is the daughter of a notorious lone wolf, known for raiding local packs. As a political refugee near their territory, Violet's presence poses a threat to their pack. Determined to claim their mate, Archer and Mateo navigate the complexities of their society, forging a connection with Violet and battling against prejudice and danger.
Lihat lebih banyakAs the calendar pages flipped and the seasons subtly shifted, the initial elation of Violet's pregnancy began to wane, replaced by gritty challenges that tested not just her endurance but also the metal of her alpha mates. Violet's body seemed to revolt against her in every way imaginable. She woke up most mornings clinging to the edge of the bed, nausea ripping through her like a tornado. Then came the backaches, so relentless that they made her wonder if she was carrying twins or boulders. The emotional swings were the worst, one moment reveling in a sort of euphoric anticipation and the next plummeting into anxiety so acute it left her breathless. One harrowing night, a pain so sharp and sudden lanced through her abdomen that it doubled her over, robbing her of her breath. In a panic, Archer and Mateo raced her to Elder Aislinn's abode, each twin struggling to maintain a hard-edged composure, their faces set in identical masks of grim determination. They barely spoke as they n
The room was awash in the warm, golden glow of the evening sun, casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. Archer was engrossed in a historical tome, sinking deeper into his leather armchair with each turn of the page. Across the room, Mateo was hunched over his drawing pad, his pencil gliding smoothly over the paper, capturing his imagination in sketch form. It was one of those precious, serene moments that make a house a home—each immersed in their own world but connected by an invisible thread of companionship and love. Then, as if someone flipped a switch, the energy of the room suddenly changed. "I think... I think they're moving!" Violet's voice broke through, tinged with a mixture of astonishment and delight. Both brothers were on their feet instantly, their reading and sketching abandoned like forgotten relics of a bygone era. They reached Violet in record time, eyes wide and hearts pounding. Violet took their hands and guided them to her belly, her skin stretched taut o
When Violet stepped into Archer and Mateo's childhood home, the scent of aged pine and lavender greeted her. It was a smell that instantly made her feel welcomed, largely thanks to the woman responsible for that warm ambiance—Seraphina. Seraphina was a wellspring of experience and wisdom that Violet was increasingly drawn to. Violet had been somewhat tentative initially, unsure of her place in this new family and life she was carving out for herself. However, Seraphina, as if sensing her unease, took it upon herself to foster a sense of home for her. The older woman's eyes, warm and soft like the earth after rain, twinkled as she invited Violet for a cup of herbal tea one afternoon in her rustic kitchen. This became their sacred ritual, their time to connect and share, to steep more than just leaves in boiling water. "Have you ever tried chamomile, my dear?" Seraphina would ask, meticulously arranging a set of ceramic cups and a pot of herbal brew on a wooden tray. Their conversatio
The forest surrounding their territory was dense, its trees towering and imposing. Archer and Mateo, in their wolf forms, bounded through the underbrush, their paws barely making a sound on the leaf-strewn ground. They ran tirelessly, circling the entire border of their territory with precision, eyes, and noses alert for any sign of intrusion.Their powerful limbs carried them over streams and rocky outcrops, under ancient arching trees, and through hidden clearings. But as the miles stretched on, they found... nothing. No footprints, broken twigs, and, most surprisingly, no scent marking a stranger's presence. This was especially perplexing because wolves had an acute sense of smell, one of their primary senses.Eventually, both brothers shifted back into their human forms, their brows furrowed in confusion. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as they exchanged baffled glances. "Did we miss something?" Mateo inquired, his voice a mix of frustration and concer






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