XanderI turned off the engine and looked over at my mate. “Hey, calm down,” I whispered, my hand resting on her thigh to keep her leg from bouncing. I could feel her nervousness in our bond.“Do you think they’ll agree?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. I gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze.“I hope so,” I replied, my tone soft and hopeful. Unbuckling her seatbelt, I guided her to straddle my lap, her warmth grounding me as I kissed her lips tenderly. Her soft moan stirred a familiar ache within me. The scent of her arousal filled the air, driving me insane with need. A small growl escaped my lips.‘I want to have my chance again,’ Xyler’s growls echoed in my mind.Aarya chuckled at my lips.‘Behave, Wolfie,’ she chided Xyler with an affectionate mental pat. She had become a master at using our mind link.‘But Mate, Xander never gives me time with you,’ he grumbled. He flopped dramatically onto his stomach, paws covering his eyes in despair. Such a crybaby!‘How about we sp

Xander“Yes, thank you, Alpha Agrawal. I will convey your condolences to Aarya. Yes, I will inform her about calling you as soon as possible,” I concluded, ending the phone call.With a weary sigh, I ran my hand over my face, trying to alleviate the fatigue that had settled in since this nightmare began. From the moment I woke up, the weight of reality had pressed down on me relentlessly. Aarya’s pain reverberated through our bond, a constant reminder of her grief. My mate cried herself to sleep. My own chest was constricted by a heavy, indescribable ache. The sorrow wasn’t limited to one form; it was a tapestry woven with threads of loss and heartbreak.Despite the overwhelming emotions that surged through me, I maintained the block I had erected from everyone. Aarya had tried to do the same, but her agony was so profound that it pierced through, intermingling with my own emotions. Nyx was enduring her own unique anguish, robbed of the chance to even meet her mate. The mournful, haunt

Xander“Coffee?” Aarya asked as she got up to get herself some tea. Aarya had been engrossed in the scrolls and books about Mirabai, her ancestor, while I battled a never-ending stack of administrative tasks that accompanied my dual role as an Alpha and CEO.“Sure. Thank you, Jaan,” I accepted her offer with gratitude, rubbing my temples. A strange series of events had occurred one after another over the entire month. We requested that Katrina, a witch, join us so she could assist with this situation. Her magic allowed her to see images of people from their items. She owes us a favor when we rescued her at Alpha School when she unintentionally crossed the werewolf border.When we called her, she promised to help and to come to the pack as soon as possible. However, an entire week had passed, and her presence remained elusive. I want her insights to unravel the web of mysteries enveloping us. While this was going on, Alpha Tristan of the Nightshade Pack alerted us to the kidnapping of t

Unknown POV“Where is she?” I barked, hurling the coffee cup I held at the trembling man standing before me. He cowered, head bowed in fear, as my rage radiated through the room.“Hmm... boss, we found our vehicles abandoned in the middle of the road,” he stammered, his voice quaking. “No... no one was inside.”“Where is she?” I roared, rising from my chair. The rusty floor groaned under my weight, amplifying the silence that enveloped the room. I moved toward the pathetic excuse for a man before me.“Sir, I... I don’t know. We’ve lost contact with our people,” he stammered, terror evident in his eyes.“That whore, what was her name? Yes, Lily,” I seethed, memories of her surfacing. “She called you two days ago, claiming she had her. Where is she now?” I screamed, closing the distance between us and grabbing his throat, my fingers digging into his skin. His face turned a sickly shade of purple, a cruel smirk tugging at my lips.“I made myself clear—I wanted her. Yet you failed to bring

AaryaI giggled and yelled, “Stop, Xyler. It tickles.” He grumbled and continued to give me slobbery licks across my face. I tried to scoot away from his enthusiastic tongue, but the wet and soapy ground beneath us made my escape efforts rather comical. I was washing the mighty Alpha in our backyard while he gave me those adoring puppy eyes that never failed to make my heart melt.I ran my hands over his soft fur my fingers working to work up a good lather of soap. He purred and wagged his tail, creating little splashes of water around us, making me smile.“Does it feel good?” I questioned as I kissed his wet snout and scratched his ears.‘Yes, mate. More,’ he crooned in our mind-link. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I continued to wash his silky fur.It had been a challenging couple of days since my heart-to-heart with Xander. We’d bared our souls, sharing the weight of our pain and grief, and it had been both cathartic and healing. The ordeal of the past weeks had taken its toll on me