John stepped outside onto the patio at the back of the pack house with Darius, the scene before him bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The firepit crackled and flickered, casting a comforting warmth that cut through the chill of the evening air. The pack members bustled around, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they mingled and enjoyed each other's company. A sense of contentment washed over John as he took in the sight before him. These people, this pack, were more than just shifters of his mate’s pack—they felt like family. He lightly squeezed his mate's hand, his heart swelling with affection as he looked upon his handsome face, framed by long, styled hair and a neatly trimmed beard. A dark thought slithered into John's mind, the lynx within him hissing with discontent. How had someone as good-looking as his mate ended up with someone as average as him?What were the fates thinking? The thought gnawed at him, but before he could spiral into darker thoughts, his

It was as if a tornado had torn through Lex's office, leaving destruction in its wake. Arlo, who had borne the brunt of Mason's fury, was on the floor against the wall. The warlock had unleashed his powers in a fit of rage upon hearing the news of John's escape. The once orderly room was now a scene of chaos, with cracked walls, plaster dust coating every surface, and a suffocating aura of darkness lingering in the air. "Tell me what happened again," Mason's voice commanded, dark and menacing. Arlo swallowed hard from his place on the floor, his face cut and bruised, his clothes torn and revealing healing wounds on his body. "By the time we got there, he was going through a portal," Arlo explained, readjusting his broken nose. "I tried to grab him, but I only managed to slash his back." "Bloody Zion," Mason growled, his voice impressively low, as if he were a primal shifter. "But I will take care of it once I snatch his precious little thing before his eyes." He squeezed his fists ti

Darius approached the infirmary room where John was, his heart heavy with remorse. From outside, he could hear John's voice, wavering with uncertainty as he spoke to Sera. "I'm okay, Grandma," John insisted, his tone pleading. "You're the doctor, and you said I'm healed. I wanna go please” he begged, but then paused “Can I... can I come stay with you, please?"As Darius entered the room, John's gaze lifted, locking onto his with a mixture of fear and anguish. The Alpha's expression remained unreadable, causing John's heart to twist with apprehension. What did Darius want now?Meanwhile, Sera, sensing the tension, attempted to intervene. "Darius," she began, her voice a gentle plea, hoping to prevent John from crumbling again after she had just managed to calm him down.Ignoring Sera's attempt to shield John, Darius stepped into the room, his gaze unwavering. "Out," he commanded, gesturing towards the door. Sera shook her head defiantly, unwilling to let John be hurt further. However

The atmosphere in Magnus' room crackled with anticipation as Carla and Magnus walked through the portal, their figures shimmering into view. "Great trick!" Carla exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement as she took in the surroundings of Magnus' space. Recognition dawned on her; they were in one of the guest rooms at the packhouse. The room, like the rest of the place, oozed modern comfort, its sleek wooden flooring spreading seamlessly across the area. Each room had its own vibe dictated by the colour scheme - this one boasted a decidedly masculine palette. A bold burgundy feature wall dominated the space, while a plush sage green armchair cozied up in one corner, perfectly in tune with the overall aesthetic and complementing the modern country chic chest of drawers nearby. The drawer was slightly ajar, suggesting Magnus had been making himself at home. Facing the bed, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, quietly playing an action movie. But it was the grand king-sized bed that s

Arlo's office was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by the rhythm of harsh thrusts and the occasional clatter of objects falling to the floor. Mia's moans mingled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as Arlo drove into her with unrestrained fervour. But their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted as the door to the office flew open without warning. Lex, the alpha of the pack, barged in with an air of nonchalance, his eyes alight with mischief. "Busy, are we?" Lex quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he took in the scene before him. Arlo froze mid-thrust, his eyes widening in surprise, while Mia turned to face the unexpected intruder with a mixture of embarrassment and resentment. Lex smirked, his gaze flickering between the two of them. "Can't seem to stay away from the pussy, huh? Even now that she's a filthy human," he added, his words laced with a hint of mockery. Mia bristled at Lex's remark, her resentment bubbling to the surfac