BlakeOnce I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.Finally reaching home, I enter my castle just as my guards arrive.“Master Blake, what can we do for you this fine evening?” one guard asks.“Get all the warriors lined up.” I demand as I head to the throne room.The guards quickly nod and scatter to gather the demonic warriors. As I enter the grand throne room, the flickering torches illuminate the faces of my loyal subjects, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and reverence. I make my way to the throne, the weight o

Adrian Since I can remember, my dad, Neo, has trained me in all ways of werewolves and supernaturals to take over our pack along with the werewolf kingdom. Once I hit sixteen years old, I have been ruling as their king and been running around the country to solve any issues that surface. But, today I am rushing back to get our warriors and all packs to train and preparing for what's to come. Because of who or what attacked Savage’s pack, the Obsidian pack will not stop just at her pack.As I arrive back at our pack territory, the tension in the air is palpable. The recent attack on Savage's pack has sent shockwaves through our community, and I know we need to be prepared for whatever comes next. I call for a meeting of all the pack leaders and warriors, knowing that unity will be our greatest strength in the coming battle.As they gather around me, I see the fear and determination in their eyes. They are ready to fight, ready to defend our land and our people against any threat. I sta

LeviI stand by the window, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The revelation that Savage is not only my mate but also shared that bond with Blake and Adrian has left me reeling. I gaze out at the moonlit night, its silvery glow casting a serene light over the gardens below.As I try to make sense of the situation, a soft voice interrupts my thoughts. Mom stands beside me, her presence a calming influence in the midst of chaos. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, wordlessly offering her support.“I know this must be overwhelming for you, Levi,” Mom begins softly. “But remember, love has a way of defying expectations and boundaries. It may not always make sense, but it is powerful beyond measure.”I turn to look at her, gratitude shining in my eyes. “Thank you, Mom. I never imagined I would find my mate in such unexpected circumstances.”“Let’s take a look at this technology that is thrown at Savage's face and hurt her last night.” Mom says softly while patting

Savage Waking up to my alarm clock going off, I whine as I shut it off and try to lay back down for a bit. The weekend went by far too fast for my liking. Plus, who the hell wants to go from a normal teenage wolf to a Tribrid to being the key to saving the world? Not this girl!Oh, please remember also to continue my normal day activities. Because the world may end if I miss any school, or so auntie Skyler thinks.“Savage, are you out of bed yet?” Auntie Skyler yells from downstairs.“For goodness’s sake, Auntie Skyler, give me a minute!” I grumble as I drag myself out of bed, feeling the weight of the world — quite literally — on my shoulders. As I shuffle to the bathroom to get ready for school, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes, a haunted look that seemed to have taken permanent residence on my face; I barely recognize myself anymore.After a quick shower and getting dressed, I make my way downstairs to join Auntie Skyler for breakfast. She's bu

SavageWaking up with a groan, I realize that I am not alone in bed as my arm hits a warm body.As my eyes flutter open, I am met with the sight of Adrian's sleeping form beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The events of the previous night flooded back to me, and for a moment, I simply lay there, studying the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, the way his lips curve ever so slightly in his sleep.I shift slightly, causing him to stir awake. His eyes slowly blink open before focusing on me with a mixture of concern and tenderness. “Good morning, Savage,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.“Morning,” I reply softly, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of him so close. The bond between us hums with a quiet intensity, reminding me of the connection that now binds us together.Adrian reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle against my skin. “How are you feeling?”“Sore,” I admit, feeling the ache in my m