Liliana’s POV I wake up to the rising sun with a shiver. I should be warm in the arms of my mate but a turn of my head on the pillows tells me that Kaden has been long gone. His side of the bed is cold and empty. I bite my lips, trying not to let my disappointment show. I suppose his duties to his pack often call him away before the break of dawn. After all, he is the Alpha King of the North and I…well…I am not sure what I am to him actually. He has yet to mark me. I sit up and the blanket that covered me slides down to my waist and all at once, memories of last night come dancing back to me. I do not know why I am thinking of this now, but Kaden felt different from the first night. He was wild, unbridled with passion and very, very rough unlike our first night together. I wince as my feet touch the ground. It still hurts down there. Is he always like this? I frown, wondering why he had left my question unanswered during our moment of wild intimacy last night. Perhaps I will ask h

Liliana’s POVKaden takes me for a stroll around his land, and with every step that I take, I feel more and more in awe of the Alpha King of the North.Everywhere we go, everyone’s reaction towards him is the same – all with deep respect, some even prostate, their admiration evident in the way they hold themselves, while others bow low, their heads lowered out of what seems to be fear. I sneak a peek at Kaden as we walk. His eyes, dark and stormy are trained forward, his brows furrowed as if he is deep in thought, but his stride, powerful and yet at a leisurely pace. He possesses a confidence and capability that dad never will and I know without a doubt that Kaden’s pack members follow him to the ends of the earth - no questions asked. There is just no doubting the power Kaden holds within his pack.And as we walk, the crowd parts like the Red Sea to allow us through. The hushed whispers of the crowd envelop us, and despite their efforts to keep their words hidden, a few phrases reac

Landon’s POV My gaze travels from the wrought iron gates where Marcus has run off to the man who pops his head out of the Tesla. Evander Frost - cousin, friend, ally but most of all, the man who has been destined to also share our mate. What is he doing here? Evander hangs an elbow outside the window of his car and he tips his head at me. Unlike the thunderstorm that colours my hair, Evander’s is black as midnight, sharply groomed and neatly slicked back. Tall and slender with sharp, twinkling blue eyes, Evander looks like a graceful prince on a fun day out. The Goddess has been kind to him, he does not need to shoulder the burden of being an Alpha. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” he asks. His smile is warm, a glimmer of casualness in this otherwise strained situation. The air is heavy with tension but I manage a civil greeting for my cousin. "Yes," I say, nodding slightly. It is an honest answer. "It's been a while." His smile widens "It certainly has," he replies. His sudden appe

Liliana’s POV“Liliana, I’d like for us to have our lessons in the library, there are text books I'd like you to be familiar with," Professor Evander Frost gives me a dimpled smile and begins to lead the way.I look down at my knotted fingers. Kaden had left us moments ago claiming he had some paperwork to do but I felt like he needed an excuse to leave this space. I cannot quite fathom what he was thinking. Did he sense it? Did he know how I feel? Or was I over thinking things?‘Something's not right, this isn’t right,’ Cathy keeps mumbling.‘Shut up,’ I tell her.‘What do you mean shut up? You can feel the mate bond too!’“Liliana?” the professor calls my name and my heart takes a leap. As do I. I practically jump in my spot.“What?” I snap. Oh shit, I did not mean to sound so snappy. I quickly clear my throat and force a smile. “I mean, yes, professor?”“Just call me Evander.” His voice is rich and smooth, like milk overflowing with honey.“Evander,” I whisper his name. Three words

Liliana’s POVI stand amongst a sea of pack members dressed in various shades of grey and black. Both the Azure pack, dad’s lineage, and the Woodlands pack from mom’s family, have come to pay their last respects. The air is heavy with grief and the sky mourns with us in ash grey. Everyone stands in mournful silence as mom’s casket is lowered into the ground.She was the daughter of the Alpha of the Woodlands pack and was admired by everyone who knew her. Her strength, compassion, and wisdom were qualities that earned her the highest regard. As I look around at the tear-streaked faces, I see the genuine grief etched into every pair of eyes, knowing that they were not going to meet this beautiful soul again. An elder from the Woodlands pack steps forward, his voice trembling with emotion. "She was a leader who united us all, a daughter of the Woodlands who brought honour to our name. Her legacy will foreve