It’s been three months now since we killed Alpha Cal. My father is about to return to the Dark Moon pack as Alpha. We accompany him to the car. He has gained his weight back and is no longer extremely thin. He trained with Alpha Maximus daily with the rest of the pack, which helped him gain muscle. You would never know it’s the same man we saved three months earlier. I cling onto his arm as we walk toward the car. 'Papa, make sure to be back here in four months. You know I’ll be due to give birth then,' I remind him. 'Of course! I don’t want to miss the moment my grand-pup comes into this world,’ my father smiles. He tries to hug me goodbye, but my stomach is already huge at five months pregnant. He laughs and hugs me from the side instead. Alpha Maximus and I wave goodbye and watch the car drive into the distance. ‘Time for lunch,’ I say. ‘We just had lunch,’ he replies. ‘Well, I’m still hungry,’ I laugh. He smiles, takes my hand, and we walk inside and go to the kitchen to ea

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head.'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says.'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly.I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?''I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.Micah sits next to me. Our pinky fingers touch discreetly under the table. Micah hooks his finger around mine. We remain that way with coy smiles. The attraction between us is obvious to everyone in the room.'Micah, I hear you will soon take over as Alpha of Storm Glenn?' Theo asks.'Yes, my father is thinking when I graduate next month that I would be ready to be Alpha,' he replies.'I've heard you're one of the best fighters around?' Alpha Maximus asks, joining the conversation.'Well, I don't know about that,' he says, giving me a wink.My finger tightens around his, and

Excited to spend the day with Micah, I wake up early and run to my bathroom. Unfortunately, the packhouse being an old castle has not yet been modernised. I've complained to my Mum and Dad about it, but they say the castle is perfect the way it is and that what is good for the gander is good for the goose. So, it's apparently good to put more effort into things such as pumping the water ourselves instead of simply turning on a tap. So, I begrudgingly pump the water into the large, round wooden tub. Once it's full, I reach for the bowl of rose petals and scatter a handful into the water. Steam rises above the water along with the aroma of the petals. I pull off my nighty, toss it aside, and step into the water. Slowly submerging myself in the tub, I hold my breath for as long as possible. I fantasise I'm in the ocean, and Micah is swimming toward me. His hand reaches out towards mine. My hand, in return, reaches out to his. Our fingers touch, and we clasp our fingers together. Micah's

Everyone admires the love and affection Micah, and I are showing each other. Micah tucks my hair behind my ear and sweetly pecks my cheek. I snuggle closer to him and rest my head on his chest as his fingers caress my back. Then, I take his free hand and hold it tenderly on my lap.Leo wiggles his eyebrows at me, 'What?' I ask, giving him a look.'If you two continue to be so damn cute together, my heart might spontaneously combust with happiness for you two,' he smiles.Micah wraps his arms around me as we laugh, pulls me onto his lap, and I cup his face with both hands, and we share a passionate kiss.As soon as we finish our kiss, I turn to Leo, 'So, did your heart explode?' I ask him with a big grin.Leo clutches his chest pretending to be in pain, and falls back from the log he is sitting on, 'My heart, it's about too… boom!' He says, tossing a handful of dry leaves in the air to imitate an explosion.We all burst into laughter as the leaves float back down to the ground.'I hope

Micah places me down. I pull half a dozen old daggers out from different areas of my clothing and begin to aim and toss them one by one at the trees.As usual, each blade lands an inch away from where I wanted it to go. I pull the daggers out and hand them to Micah so that he can have his turn. Each time he throws, they land an inch on the opposite side to where mine landed. Micah shrugs.I giggle. Micah turns and pulls me close against his body. He gives me a mischievous look and begins to waltz. Micah is an amazing dancer. He is good at everything, to be honest. Fighting, schooling, especially maths and science, dancing, cooking. He is perfect at everything he does and perfect in every way. His kind, sweet personality. His face that the Gods must have chiselled themselves. His sable brown eyes which remind me of Autumn. His scent, oh Gods, his scent sends the cauldron inside me bubbling.I continue to follow his lead. Our feet move swiftly together and our eyes glimmer, gazing at on