Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says,“Alpha!” All eyes are on the black wolf as Theo keeps kneeling down.Azraiel’s eyes play ping pong, shifting between his Gamma and his mate. Why the hell is his Gamma calling Charlotte ‘Alpha’ instead of ‘Luna’?With his breath stuck in his throat, Azraiel watches as after looking at Theo for about a minute the black wolf trudges forward and licks his cheeks, wiping the tears now streaming down from his eyes.What in the name of hell is happening?Theo bows his head and cries softly.Without another glance at him, the black wolf steps aside to stand in front of Azraiel.Pushing the scene, he saw before to the back of his mind, Azraiel leans down to hug his mate. His nostrils flare as her intoxicating scent enters his nose. Mhmm…Much more powerful and strong.His wolf’s relief is evident as his mate rubs her muzzle in his neck, marking him with his scent. He plants a

Charlotte woke up to an empty bed. Immediately, she mindlinked Azraiel to confirm if he was at the packhouse and yes he was.She felt like she needed a coffee so she brewed one cup for herself and slowly sipped on it while looking at the woods from the balcony in her room. There were warriors stationed all around her house and she knew it was Azraiel’s doing. She was fine with it.The moment she woke up from her sleep, she has been thinking hard about only one thing. The whole ordeal with Theo left her confused and conflicted. She doesn’t want to hurt Azraiel but she also has no control over Theo’s decision.Theo is Azraiel’s best friend and Gamma, so how can he be her Beta? Why did she feel that connection with Theo when all along she felt like Nicholas was her Beta? She has a lot of questions but no answers. Worst of all, she doesn’t feel bad about Theo being her Beta. She has always felt at ease around him, almost as if he was her brother. He cheered her up when she felt down, he w

Charlotte silently takes in what Azraiel just said.I am sure she was a part of the Royal courtShe tilts her head so that she can look at his face. It’s dark but her brand new werewolf vision lets her see every detail of his face.“What do you mean by that?” Her voice a foreign sound on her lips.His arms tighten around her. “The blood on the fabric smelled really strong, Charlotte which is very unusual if it indeed is from the day your mother entered the human land. The smell should have faded by now if she were any ordinary wolf. I smelled the same scent on the fabric too. If it was someone else’s blood, then I wouldn’t have smelled the same scent on that piece of dress too. The smell…” he trails and she sees him gulp, “The smell is strong. During that time, it was a common practice for the courtiers of the Royal court to swear a blood oath with the royals. The Blood oath not only prevented them from betraying the King and the Queen but it also added to their power. The power of th

The old cabin nestled within the dense thicket of the village seemed almost as weary as the man who inhabited it. Arthur sat slouched at a rustic wooden table, a dimly flickering lantern casting long shadows across his haggard face. His weathered hands clutched a half-empty bottle of whiskey, its amber contents offering temporary solace to a soul burdened with remorse.The air was heavy with the weight of his regrets, each breath heaved with the weight of his betrayals. Through tear-blurred eyes, he stared out of the cabin's small, frosted window, watching as the moon cast an eerie glow upon the surrounding trees. It was a night ripe with both sorrow and danger.Outside, in the veil of darkness, lurked creatures of myth and legend. Werewolves, guardians of the forest, prowled silently, their keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing th