บททั้งหมดของ Rise of the Phoenix Wolf: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

OCTAVIA.Planning for the special weekend was actually a lot of fun.Many pack members wanted to help out. Some people wished to help prepare enough food for everyone. Others wanted to donate their time and craft to ensure that there was enough tables and seating.Other people were wanting to set up a daycare area so that the little ones would be watched and protected while the adults could hang out and have fun. Luna Serena, or just Serena as she insisted on being called, helped me to get everything sorted out.I knew that Roman and the guys would be dealing with ensuring that the pack was secured while we had this get-together. Storm felt the need to ensure that we had extra defenses going into it, but she wasn’t able to divulge why that was. Just that it was necessary.Amell had become my little shadow, following me all around the pack. He claimed that he was my bodyguard, so he made sure to act as such. Talk about super adorable. I had no problem with him tagging along. His parents

OCTAVIA.“Like literal flames?” Yasmine asked me curiously.We were preparing welcome baskets to give out to new pack members. It wasn’t anything overly special or anything, but it was a gift that would hopefully help out some as they transitioned. Each basket included a map of the territory, vouchers for local businesses, various resource lists, some fun little gifts that were donated from businesses in town, and a welcome packet that contained lists of perks allotted to pack members.There were separate baskets for males and females – some of the gifts were for specific genders – as well as a separate one that was geared towards warriors. That particular basket also included information that was archived for warriors and what tracks they could go down.“Yes,” I told her, blushing. “It caught us both by surprise.”Yasmine was someone who held a lot of valuable knowledge regarding what information this pack had on Phoenix wolves. So, she was the one that I asked about what happened whe

OCTAVIA.A single heartbeat stretched into eternity.I tracked my opponent—every shift of his shoulder, twist of his hip, twitch of his fingers. His height and muscle pressed on me like a living wall. But I stayed grounded, every muscle coiled and ready.He lunged. Muscle rolled under his skin, sinew taut and powerful, air brushing my face. His fist caught my cheek with a sharp sting. Pain shot through me, but I pivoted just enough that his punch missed my jaw. My palm shot forward, striking his sternum. The vibration traveled up my arm, through my core, anchoring me in the moment. Strength alone couldn’t guarantee this—precision did.He swung a massive hook. I rolled, palms and knees scraping gritty dirt, gravel biting my skin. A glancing blow to my shoulder made me wince, but I pressed on.A knee came for my midsection. I shifted back, letting his momentum carry him past, and countered with a palm jab to his chest, a knee thrust, a twist of my torso—all timed, precise, exploiting ope

OCTAVIA. Her eyes never left mine as she spoke, and for a moment, I swore I saw flames flicker in their depths.“Last night, the Goddess brought me into her realm,” Sister Daniella said, her voice dipping into a rhythm that felt less like speech and more like something being channeled.That certainly grabbed my attention because it wasn’t a common occurrence at all.“The Goddess showed me images,” she continued. “I was shown images of the future. The sky was torn in half—light and shadow bleeding together until there was no telling one from the other. Wolves howled, their cries echoing over broken fields. The earth shuddered, split, and from the ruins rose fire. Her phoenix, reborn, its being dripping embers that scorched and healed in equal measure.”Roman’s hand tightened around mine, grounding me, but I barely felt it.“I saw armies,” she whispered, her lashes lowering as though the memory still seared her. “Witches with eyes blazing like suns. Demons clawing their way through a ve

BROCK. Octavia kept herself between Deira and me, and every step of it scraped along my nerves like nails against stone. Irritation burned hot in my chest, but I clenched my jaw and swallowed it down. Octavia never did anything without purpose. That was the only reason I kept myself and Gordon in check. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, demanding to close the distance to the female fate had finally tied me to.I would never admit to anyone how jealous I had been of my best friends when they’d found their mates. Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled for them. Overjoyed, even. But there had been that raw edge of envy cutting through my chest, the unspoken bitterness of being the last one standing.I was raised to value the mate-bond above all else. It was more than instinct. It was a vow I’d carried since I was a pup. That was the reason I was still a virgin, even now at the age of twenty-four. My body, my soul, my everything. I wanted my mate to have all of it, no fragments share