Third Person Pov The Grayson Pack was buzzing with activity as Alpha Robles of the Dawn Pack arrived for a visit. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the tension in the pack was obvious, as most of the pack members knew that a foreign Alpha visiting unannounced was not a good sign. Lucas stood at the entrance of the pack's main compound, his posture reflecting the respect he held for his guest. Alpha Robles was not just a fellow Alpha; he was a friend of Lucas's late father and a much-valued ally. Lucas had known Alpha Robles ever since he was a little boy, and Alpha Robles was the last person Lucas would think of disrespecting.As Alpha Robles's entourage approached, Lucas extended a warm smile and greeted the visitors. "Alpha Robles, it's an honor to have you here," he said, wearing a genuine smile on his face.Alpha Robles returned the smile, his presence exuding authority and grace. "Alpha Lucas, the pleasure is mine. Your hospitality is always appreciated, and I even feel honor

I walked for what felt like hours, and my mind was full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. When my legs started to feel tired, I found myself in a secluded spot at the edge of the woods, a place I had often visited when I needed peace. After sitting on a fallen log, I let out a heavy sigh and rested my head in my hands. Everything that had happened in the last few days weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped between my own interests and the expectations of everyone else.Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't I have been mated to someone who wasn't already committed to someone else? With everything in mind, I thought back to when I first discovered that Lucas was my mate. The rush of emotions, the confusion, and the anger that of all the men, he had to be the one, had been overwhelming.I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind and find a sense of clarity amid my chaotic thoughts. But every time I closed my eyes, all I cou

Lucas The air in the room was thick with passion and emotions. It was almost as though a long-suppressed desire was being fulfilled, and I could barely control myself in that moment. I felt the magnetic pull when her eyes were on me, and my logic and reasoning became clouded with an overwhelming craving, a hunger that would not go away. Our lips collided in a passionate clash as I leaned in. It was a kiss born out of yearning, annoyance, and everything we had been attempting to ignore and pretend like it didn't exist. Her lips were gentle against mine, and in the heated space between us, her breath mingled with mine. For a moment, I lost myself in the taste of her and the feeling of her body pressing against mine. It was a sensation I had denied myself and my wolf because of how wrong it felt to feel this way, which only turned out to be an ache that had only grown more pronounced with each passing day. Then reality crashed into me like a huge wave as quickly as the kiss heated up.

Lucas As I returned from the Dawn Pack, my thoughts were all over the place, and no matter how hard I tried to dismiss my chaotic thoughts, it just wasn't working. I couldn't get the memories of the day out of my head, especially the moment I impulsively kissed Luna. It was a reckless act on my side, prompted by the irresistible pull of the mate bond, and now I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head, scrutinizing every detail of our conversation. The kiss had been passionate, unexpected, and hungry—a passionate collision of our lips that had left me dumbstruck. It had felt like I'd lost control, as if the mate bond's raging current had taken over my senses. I'd been unable to think in that stolen moment, unable to resist the pull that had drawn me to her. And then, as abruptly as it had started, it had ended, and I had pulled away, realizing the gravity of what I had done. The look on Luna's face had been a mixture of surprise and disappointment, a very clear reminder that w

Ava As I entered the café to escape the cool morning autumn air, the entrance bell's tinkling chime welcomed me. I looked around the cozy, dimly lit room; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle murmur of conversations embraced me. My eyes immediately landed on Amelia, my best friend since kindergarten, who was skillfully moving through the crowded tables with a tray expertly balanced on her palm. Her golden-brown hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with warmth and mischief as she spotted me. She called out, her smile as bright as ever, "Hey, Ava!" She waved for me to join her by the window, where the small round table was softly lit by the late afternoon sun. As I made my way through the crowd of customers, I returned her grin, feeling my heart lighten. "Hey, Amelia! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." We hugged each other as I approached her before taking our seats. The café's setting was ideal for a heart-to-heart conversation, and I was aware