All Chapters of The Haven Of Shadows : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Alejandro’s POVThe sun has barely crested the Tahoe ridges, but the training field is already alive with motion. Koa paces along the perimeter, sharp eyes noting every stance, every twitch of muscle, every breath. He is the sentinel, the silent observer, ensuring that no mistake goes uncorrected. Today, the Haven of Shadows is taking the next step. Kael, Caius, and Lucien stand before the younger members, Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, demonstrating strikes, holds, and defensive maneuvers. The contrast in their styles is remarkable. Kael’s movements are fluid, a rogue’s grace coupled with a werewolf’s strength. Caius moves like a shadow, calculated, precise, his warrior’s intuition honed through survival. Lucien, centuries of experience etched in every controlled motion, teaches restraint as much as attack, his vampire heritage lending him a deceptive swiftness that leaves the teens scrambling to keep up.I walk among them, guidin

Lucien’s POVThe first thing that strikes me is the silence, or, rather, the controlled energy. Not the chaotic, twitching tension I have felt in other packs, especially among wolves. This place, this villa perched on the Tahoe mountains, hums with order and trust. And it humbles me.I step onto the training grounds, early morning mist curling around my boots, and I see them. Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, already stretching, already practicing moves I would have scoffed at back in New Orleans. Kael, Caius, and Koa are positioned strategically, guiding, observing, correcting, their presence commanding without intimidation. And Zenith...human, Luna, healer extraordinaire, is by the greenhouse with herbs in hand, her gaze flicking to the teens with soft, gentle approval.Alejandro appears beside her, alpha and protector, eyes scanning, noting weaknesses, strengths, and the subtleties only someone of his power can detect. His aura radiates authority, but it is tempered by restraint and ca

Jandro’s POVThe villa feels too small tonight, though nothing seems to have changed. Every shadow, every flicker of candlelight seems to draw me closer to her. Zenith. My little moonlight. My Luna. Eight months. Eight months of restraint, of wanting her so badly I can feel it in my bones, in the taut coil of my muscles. Inferno’s voice whispers in my mind, warning me, reminding me, but even his wisdom cannot stop the ache I have carried this long.I find her on the balcony, wrapped in the soft glow of the moon. Her eyes lift when she senses me, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. She does not need to speak because her very presence calls to me. In fact, it unravels me. Her scent, the scent of her Luna aura, fills my senses and makes my pulse stutter.I cross the space between us in two long strides, and she does not flinch. She never does. She only tilts her chin up, lets me study her. The curve of her neck, the softness of her skin under th

Alejandro’s POVThe clock reads 3:02 a.m. when I wake. At first, I think it is a nightmare, my chest tight, every nerve screaming...but then I feel it. Zenith. The mattress is empty beside me, yet a heat lingers, thick and unmistakable. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, heart hammering, panic flaring.“Zenith?” My voice is rough in the darkness. No answer. I hear a faint shuffle from the bathroom. My pulse doubles. Something is wrong. Fever? Illness? I sprint across the room, the wooden floor cold under bare feet, and throw the door open.She is leaning against the counter, her shoulders slouched and her eyes half-lidded. Her body trembles slightly, a sheen of sweat glinting in the pale moonlight streaming through the frosted window. My first instinct is to scoop her up, rush her to the nearest hospital, to doctors who understand humans.“She’s burning up…” I mutter, panic clawing at me. Then Inferno's voice slides into my m

Zenith The closeness becomes something else. It is not only his hands, it is the sharing of breath, the press of his chest against mine, the warmth that radiates between our bellies. I feel his wolf hovering, huge and patient. I give back what I can. A hum of my aura, a steadying warmth, a thread of healing that slides through the bond and into his muscles. He inhales it, visibly settling. For the first time tonight, the fever does not feel like an enemy to be swallowed, it feels like an urgent messenger that needs answering.When he tilts my chin up and kisses me slowly and utterly, there’s a soft letting go in me that is not fear but faith. The kiss deepens into something eloquent and wordless. I respond in ways that surprise me, with the press of my palms at the small of his back, with the way my legs uncoil and find purchase against him. The ache that began as unbearable calls down into a satisfying ache, a fullness that is not emptying so much as completion.There is a surrende