Semua Bab Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Suddenly, a small a small yet important detail brought me crashing back to reality. A quiet shift settled in, cutting through the dizzying haze of pleasure and instinct. The fleeting moment of blissful surrender was over, replaced by a sharp sense of apprehension. The concerns I had briefly forgotten rushed back with renewed urgency. This was no fairytale, my impulsive attraction to this mysterious man could have devastating consequences, especially for my friend. “Hawk,” I managed to articulate, forcing the words out with a tremor that betrayed my sudden fear. I could feel his warmth, the solid press of his body behind me, but I was now unwilling to turn around, afraid of what I would see, and more importantly, afraid of what I wouldn't. “Are you truly here for me? My friend, Amy, seemed to be following the very same scent I was. Is she your fated mate?” I held my breath, w

My mate’s raging lust, the overwhelming waves of pure physical desire, completely blurred her ability to think rationally. All she wanted, all she needed, was the fulfillment that only I, her mate, could offer her. “Yes, Emile. I am yours. All of me, now and always. Please, don’t keep me waiting!” she whimpered, trembling with surrender. With a surge of pure, triumphant joy, I gathered her into my arms, cradling her in a bridal hold as if she weighed nothing, carried like the most precious gift fate had ever granted me. I took her to my waiting vehicle, her body pressed tightly against mine, her scent enveloping me. With one hand on the steering wheel and her tucked securely against my side, I drove rapidly in the direction of the pack. Xin, my wolf, was howling with unbridled excitement and fierce anticipation. ‘Why is the return trip so long?’ Xin complained loudly in my mind, impatience rolling off him

Anna’s Point of View now “Anna, I’m quitting. I’m moving to live with my Beta in his pack. He needs me, and I simply can’t bear to be separated from him any longer.” Margie glided into my office, her usual brisk efficiency replaced by a dreamy, ethereal expression that made her appear almost glowing in the morning light. She was clearly head-over-heels, her mind floating somewhere among the clouds, utterly consumed by her newfound bliss. A faint, sweet scent, subtly changed from her usual human one, now clung to her, a hint of something wilder, deeper; the unmistakable scent of a recently marked mate. I looked at my friend, an amused smile tugging at the corners of my lips.The confident, sharp-witted Margie I knew, the one who navigated the cutthroat fashion industry with a steely resolve, was nowhere to be found at the moment. In her place was now a woman who radiated pure joy, her eyes softened by a gen

Ettire took the bait. Desperate as he was, he had agreed to every single one of our terms in the contracts. I didn't think he even realized that one of the contracts was made with me, his former mate. He had likely just glanced at the company name, Lunar Crest, without bothering to check who had signed the documents. His overblown ego and shortsightedness were the tools of my vengeance, and he was using them perfectly against himself. In total, we had structured three separate agreements. Amy and Margie had created an independent investment company to get the agricultural sector in Blue Moon on its feet and see it through to the first harvest. An extensive feasibility study had already been conducted, and The Alfas from the other packs were willing to reinstate their old supply contracts. Everything was in place. All that remained was to recruit new pack members, and that was where Lunar Cr

Anna’s Point of View still I was startled by his remark. All this time, I had believed I was working discreetly, even my closest friends didn't seem to realize the full extent of my intentions. Yet here he was, perched casually on my sofa, the Hawk, a man I’d met only a handful of times, unraveling me with eerie precision, naming truths I hadn’t dared speak aloud. My thoughts scrambled, trying to catch up with the moment. "How do you know that?" I asked, the tremor in my voice threading through the words. "Is it really that obvious?" He chuckled softly, not mockingly, but with a kind of fondness, like he’d been watching me puzzle through myself and couldn’t help but care. His eyes held no judgment, only a quiet knowing, as if it was the most natural thing in the world that he understood me so well. "I know everything about you, Princess. Your thoughts are an