All Chapters of My Big Bad Wolf-A Werewolf Trilogy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next few days were a blur of rebuilding and reconciliation. The village saw an influx of new members seeking refuge and camaraderie. Elysia and I walked through the village, greeting the townsfolk with a smile, listening to their tales of hardship and victory."It's good to see smiles on their faces," Elysia murmured, her arm sliding through mine."That it is," I agreed, squeezing her arm. Our stroll took us to the village square, where the market bustled with activity. The smell of freshly baked bread and roasting meats filled the air. Though we were in modern times, it was nice to live a slower paced life."You know," Elysia began, her voice light, "I never thought I'd find myself enjoying the simple things like this."At her words, I gave a chuckle at the fact our minds had moved in the same direction.Life began returning to a semblance of normalcy, the rhythms of the village pulsing with the steady beat of everyday existence. The children played in the streets, their laughter

But I knew the rules. Alpha Twix had made it clear that I was to be the Luna of the Moonshadow pack, bonded to his son, and the mother of the next Alpha for the pack. The thought of lying with Kyan repulsed me, but the thought of disobeying the man I desired most filled me with dread.I took a deep breath, willing the butterflies in my stomach to calm. "I understand," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.Kyan's eyes searched mine, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of something other than anger. "Do you?" he questioned. "Do you truly understand what it means to bond with me?"The heat of his gaze made my skin prickle, and I had to swallow back the bile rising in my throat. "I do," I lied, trying to sound more convincing than I felt.The room grew colder, and Kyan's eyes narrowed. "Then why do you resist?" he demanded, taking a step closer. "Why do you act as if it's a fate worse than death?"I stepped back, my hand brushing against the rough fabric of the chair. "Because i

On the eve of the ceremony, I made my choice. I slipped away from the pack's watchful eyes, the night air cool against my skin. The moon was a silver beacon in the sky, guiding me to the sacred grove where the whispers had led. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a declaration of war against fate. I knew what I had to do, and the fear was a wild beast I had to tame.The grove was a place of shadows and whispers, where the veil between worlds grew thin. I gathered the required herbs and stones, my hands trembling as I recited the ancient incantation. The air grew thick with magic, the whispers now drowned out the distant howl of the pack.The magic flowed through my veins, unlike anything I had ever felt surge through me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled, dropping to my knees. The whispers grew to a crescendo before fading away, leaving me alone in the stillness of the grove. I had done it—I had claimed the right to choose, but at what cost?The ceremony was set to begin at dawn, a

The following evening, after the pack had been informed and the dust had settled, I sat in my study. Kira had brought me everything she could find about the prophecy. The ancient texts and scrolls lay scattered across the desk, their pages yellowed with age, the ink faded but the words still legible. They spoke of a union that would end the wars between the packs, an Alpha and a human bonded by fate to bring peace.I read until my eyes stung with fatigue but my mind continued to race. The prophecy was more detailed than I had ever imagined, hinting at battles and sacrifices, love and betrayal. It was a story that had been whispered through the ages, a tale that had shaped the lives of shifters for centuries. And now, it had found us.Elysia and Kira entered the room, their faces drawn with concern. "What does it say?" Elysia asked, her voice trembling slightly.I looked up at her, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on my shoulders. "It says we have a chance to change our fut

He stared at me for a moment, struggling. Then, with a growl, he surged towards me, his eyes glowing with the light of the full moon.Our bodies collided, the heat of his touch setting me alight. His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as if memorizing every curve and dip. Our wolves danced around each other, snarling and playing, a dance of passion that had been held back for far too long.But as the kiss deepened, his hands grew rougher, his teeth grazed my lip. The playfulness had turned to something darker, something primal. And I realized, with a sinking feeling, that I had unleashed a beast that I could not control.After a few more minutes, he pushed me down onto the desk, the wood digging into my skin as he pinned me beneath him. His eyes were no longer filled with the warmth of the moon—they were the eyes of a predator, hungry and unyielding. "Little girl, I DO NOT PLAY CHILDISH GAMES!" he growled.With a sudd