All Chapters of Beneath The Howl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

EIRA For three days, Eira avoided him. Successfully. Which was a miracle, considering Kael somehow had the supernatural ability to find her even when she hid behind other wolves, ducked into storerooms, or pretended to study soil. But she did it. Because every time she remembered Laura in his office — leaning close, speaking softly, touching his arm — her stomach burned. Sickening jealousy curled in her chest, sharp and humiliating. And the tremors in her hands kept returning. She didn’t want him to see either. So she hid. Kael did not appreciate being avoided. Not one bit. By the third day, pack members kept giving her looks. “Alpha’s not in a good mood,” one whispered. “He’s been looking for you,” another murmured. “He’s… tense,” someone added politely, which she knew meant one growl away from killing someone. Eira pretended she didn’t hear. She spent her evenings in the infirmary, pretending the samples in front of her held her full attention. But

EIRA'S POV Eira loved children. Maybe it was due to the fact that she admired their innocence and their free spirit. She was unsure about many things, but one thing she was certain of was that she wanted children. Whenever she wasn’t working in the laboratory or getting tangled up with Kael, she'd often spend time playing with the children. She, in fact, looked forward to it. She handed the candy that she'd bought for them. "Thank you, healer!" The children echoed in excitement. "You're welcome." She said. It was just candy, and yet, they acted as though she had given them the world. A little girl walked up to her and stretched out a piece of candy. "Here. " She smiled cheerfully, showcasing her gum. "For me?" Eira gasped and took the candy. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Luna." Eira jolted up in surprise at the use of the title. "Luna? I am not the packs, Luna..." She waved her hand awkwardly, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. "You're not? Aren't you Alpha Ka

For a long time, Eira didn’t wake. Warmth cocooned her, unfamiliar yet comforting—arms around her waist, a heavy leg draped over hers, breath brushing her shoulder in slow, steady waves. When awareness finally slipped in, she realized two things at once: 1. She was naked. 2. Kael was wrapped around her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world. His chest pressed against her back, solid and warm, his hand resting low on her stomach. Even asleep, his thumb moved faintly—like his body was searching for her without thinking. She lay still for a moment, letting herself feel it. The rise and fall of his breathing. The heat of his skin. The steady thrum of his heartbeat against her spine. He felt… calm. She wondered if he ever slept this deeply. If he’d ever allowed himself something as human as rest. Then, his fingers flexed against her waist. He shifted closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, murmuring something half-formed and tender. Her c

The forest was quiet, almost unnaturally so, as Eira worked beside the unconscious rogue. The last remnants of sunlight had faded, leaving a soft twilight glow that danced across the leaves. Her hands moved methodically, cleaning the worst of the blood and bruises, wrapping ragged strips of cloth around his wounds. She paused to breathe, glancing at the fragile figure in front of her. He looked even smaller than she had imagined, curled slightly, vulnerable. “Stay still,” she whispered, pressing a damp cloth to a cut on his temple. “You’re safe… for now.” The rogue stirred. His eyes cracked open slowly, clouded with pain and confusion. “Wh…where am I?” he croaked, voice hoarse. Eira’s heart skipped a beat. His voice sounded young—desperate, raw. “You’re in the woods. I found you… hurt.” He tried to push himself up, but a groan escaped him as his body refused. She gently pushed him back down. “Don’t move. You need rest—or you’ll bleed out.” The rogue’s eyes darted aro

The air in Kael’s private quarters was thick with the scent of pine, crushed berries, and the sharp, metallic sting of Eira’s blood. Outside, rain lashed against the stone walls of the Blackridge fortress, but inside, the atmosphere burned. Eira lay back against the dark sheets of Kael’s bed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Every breath she took felt heavy, saturated with the overwhelming scent of him—smoke, dark cedar, and raw Alpha authority. Her skin was flushed, a wave of unnatural heat radiating from her core, but she forced herself to swallow down the tremor in her hands. It’s just fever, she lied to herself, locking away the dizziness that had plagued her since she’d gathered herbs near the outer borders. I’m just exhausted. Kael knelt on the edge of the mattress, his massive frame casting a long shadow over her. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing golden skin marked by old battle scars. But it was his eyes that made her breath hitch—lumi