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TWENTY ONE

ALAYNA’s POV Ezra glances down at his chest and laughs, his voice ringing heartily through the silence of the room. It is the first time I have heard him laugh so freely. “Are you that eager to touch me?” he asks, and a ghost of a smile fleets across his face. Oh. I quickly pull my hands off his chest but Ezra is faster. He grabs my arms and flips us around so that he goes on top, and I am pinned beneath him. “How should I punish you, Alayna?” Ezra asks. His eyes trail my body, stripping me with his gaze. Heat flushes my face and I try to look away. But Ezra slides a hand underneath my head and curls his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back so that I stare into his eyes once more. “Should I punish you like this?” He closes the gap between us, his free hand brushing my cheek. Goddess…a scorching sensation races through me and pools between my thighs. “Or like this?” A flick of his thumb against my lips has my body trembling like a leaf. My core starts to throb with need a

TWENTY TWO

ALAYNA’s POV I wake to the gentle rays of the morning sun brushing against my skin. My body aches, my muscles sore and my skin feels raw and bruised even beneath the silken blanket covering my…..oh. My naked body. I immediately shoot up from the pillows, my face burning as I clutch the blanket up to my chest. “Good morning.” My head shoots to the side and I find myself staring at Ezra. He sits fully clothed, his chin resting on a hand propped up by the arm of his chair. His hair is still damp, he must have just taken a shower. Subconsciously, I run my fingers lightly over the soft spot between my neck and shoulder, feeling the indents of a mark left by – “Me. You belong only to me, Alayna.” Ezra tilts his head and lifts one side of his lips in a knowing smile. My breath hitches I quickly let go of my shoulder to tighten my grip on the blanket, knowing all too well how hard my nipples have become under the silken fabric. And before I know it, he leans forward, bracing himself

TWENTY THREE

EZRA’s POV I miss her already.The meeting is dragging on too long. I look at the rectangular clock on the wall, its thin black hands are crawling at a snail’s pace. Maybe it is not telling the right time. Maybe it needs a change of battery.‘You’ve only been in this meeting for ten minutes,’ my wolf chides.‘Shut up,’ I tell my wolf.‘You shut up,’ my wolf answers back.Both of us are not in a good mood.Damn.I cannot wait to feel Alayna in my arms again, the scent of her skin and the softness of her hair brushing against my face.Maybe I should just –"Ezra." Colin’s voice slices through my thoughts, “Earth to Ezra. Or is your mind on the moon?I let out an irritated sigh, taking in the faces around me. One of the council members standing in front of the projector screen immediately stops presenting, th

TWENTY FOUR

ALAYNA’s POV (The events take place simultaneously during Ezra’s tactical meeting) I step out of Ezra’s bedroom and collide with Sarah.“Ooof!” She drops the laundry bag and immediately bows. “Luna, my apologies. I did not see you come out of the door….” Her words trail off as she stares at me, her hand scratching her head. “Are you going out dressed in that?”I look down and feel my cheeks burn crimson red. I had found a plain black button-up shirt in Ezra's closet, it hangs modestly all the way to my knees. I had nothing to wear, not after my dress was torn in two by Ezra last night, and certainly not when my panties were soaked through and through.“I brought you a fresh set of clothes, but I think you look nice, just as you are,” Sarah gives me a knowing smile and before I can reach out for the laundry bag, she nudges it away fr

TWENTY FIVE

ALAYNA’s POV “Hello, Alayna. Did you miss me?”I stand frozen, my heart hammering in my chest as the words echo in my ears. Aurora?I have heard her name in my dreams, in whispers on the wind, in the silent corners of my mind where I thought she would never return. And yet, here she is—her voice, unmistakably hers, crackling through the phone.My fingers tighten around the phone as I try to comprehend the impossible. My sister. The woman who vanished three years ago, the one who was supposed to marry Ezra, the Alpha King of the North, is alive.A tidal wave of emotions crashes over me—disbelief, relief, joy, and rage—each one colliding and merging into a single, overwhelming force.I can barely catch my breath as Aurora’s voice cuts through the static. “Alayna... meet me by the lake in the woods.”The call ends, and for a moment, I simpl

TWENTY SIX

ALAYNA’s POV "No, Alayna. He lied." The words hang in the air between us like a thick fog, heavy and suffocating. I glance at Aurora, searching her face for a sign that this is some sort of twisted joke, but there is nothing. A slight breeze picks up and there is a rustling of trees around us but I cannot quite breathe. It is as if an invisible choking cloud of fear has poured down from the skies and I have to struggle to fill my lungs with air. “What do you mean lied?” Aurora clasps her hands on my shoulders. She looks into my eyes and I see the muscles in her jaw tighten. Then she starts telling her story. “Three years ago, our pack lost in the battle of the lands and as you know, Ezra’s pack emerged as victor, marking him the Alpha King of the North. The other packs, they were annihilated. Every single member of their families was not spared, not even the little ones. You were too young but I saw with my own eyes how they killed the other packs. They tore off their limbs and b

TWENTY SEVEN

ALAYNA’s POV The air inside the mansion feels heavy, pressing down on me with each step I take. I look up at the walls lined with portraits of Alphas long gone, their faces staring back at me as I walk through the hallway. In all my years here, I have never really stopped to study the portraits.But tonight, I do exactly that.I have noticed it before, but today it strikes me more than usual. There are no portraits of Ezra.No images of him running around in his diapers, no youthful smiles, no memories captured in oil and canvas. Only the faces of his ancestors, the ones who came before him, leading the Northlands with their stern expressions.Odd.“Is something the matter, Luna?” a voice calls from behind.I turn, and there he is. Joseph the butler.“I was just thinking about the portraits.”Joseph’s gaze follows mine, and he tilts his head ever so sligh

TWENTY EIGHT

EZRA’s POV Alayna’s moan when our lips touch awakens a desire to mate within me. I had craved her scent, her voice and her touch the whole day but to actually have her in my arms? This is insane.I palm her cheeks, feeling every tremble and twitch she releases as I plunder her mouth. She tastes so good, so good that I want to take her in her mouth, and thrust my shaft deep into her throat.No, I pull back. She is not ready for that.Alayna blinks, breathless. “Did I do something wrong, Ezra?” she asks, her eyes innocent with wonder.“I missed you,” I say and a pinkish hue spreads across her cheeks.She smiles shyly. “Me too.”I lean down once more, to capture her lips, telling myself that I will take it slow with her tonight. That I will not be rough but she suddenly stops me with a hand firmly pressed on my cheek.“Wait.”My brows

TWENTY NINE

EZRA’s POV I gently stroke Alayna’s hair as she sleeps, my fingertips grazing the soft, silken strands that tumble over her pillow. She lies with her face turned toward me, the steady rise and fall of her chest a balm to the restless thoughts swirling in my mind. Her lips are slightly parted, her expression calm and peaceful.It is moments like this when the weight of the world seems to vanish, that I wish time would stop. That I could stay here forever, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine.But I know better.I lean down and kiss the top of her head."When you wake, Alayna, I’ll tell you everything," I whisper against her hair. "I’ll tell you about the day we met, about the blood that runs through my veins, about who I really am. I’ll tell you the truth. This is my promise to you."She stirs slightly, her lashes flutter and

THIRTY

EZRA’s POV I stand at the edge of the cliff and look at my mansion. In all my years of living in the Northlands, I have never once stood afar to appreciate how exquisite the architecture is. But tonight, I want to do just that.The house sits on twenty acres of property and is mainly brick, Tudor style, unusual for this part of the land. There are three stories and many rooms, fireplaces and such. But tonight, my eyes are trained on the top most floor, where my room is and where Alayna is currently fast asleep. I wonder if she is dreaming of me. I wouild like to think that she is.A flash of lightning has me turn towards the sea. The sea is choppy tonight, its waves crashing violently against the rocks below. And above, moon hides behind the clouds as the wind begins to pick up through the trees, making them shudder and moan.A storm is coming. My eyes narrow, I have never liked the storm. They dampen my senses too muc

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