All Chapters of The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daeira POVThey were unable to step even one toe over the wardline. Not even a ripple in the air.Marik was already red-faced with frustration, throwing up dark magic like tantrum confetti, and Danika screeched beside him as the spells fizzled against invisible walls.I stood with Auren and the twins, my arms crossed, fury rolling low in my gut. Auren's wings were relaxed but spread slightly behind him, always protective, always watchful. Kael leaned against a tree looking bored, while Riven cracked his knuckles just for effect.Across the ward, one of the Council wolves I didn't recognize, thin and sneering, with eyes like a vulture, spit at the invisible line. "You've broken so many laws, girl," he said. "As soon as you step foot outside your precious little bubble, you're ours. You and your... situation."His gaze dropped to Auren. "Is that a fucking fallen angel? Are you kidding me? What is this, the Goddess damned menagerie of magical rarities?"Riven muttered, "We should've char

Daeira POVThe fountain crowd had mostly dispersed, though the glow of my people lingered in the air like smoke from something holy. I found myself drifting through them, touching arms, clasping shoulders, sharing quiet smiles and nods with wolves who, just days ago, had no home, no safety, no hope. Now they had all three. And I had something I never dreamed of:A purpose.“Alpha,” someone murmured as I passed, pressing a hand to their heart. I smiled softly, returning the gesture, and kept walking.Eventually I found Tarin lounging under the covered pavilion near the town square, her curls a bit windblown, a snack in one hand and her other tucked into Tharix’s coat which he’d clearly surrendered to her without hesitation. She looked so content I had to laugh.She waved me over with the enthusiasm of a woman who definitely had gossip ready to burst.“Oh gods, sit. Sit, I have things,” she said, pulling me down onto the bench like we were back in high school. “Okay, so. Did you meet th

Riven POVThe second the tempo shifted, I was moving. I didn’t even check with Kael, he knew this one was mine. I found her under the lanterns, her cheeks still pink from laughing at something Tarin said, her lips glossy and shimmering in the low light. That silver gown clung to her like it had been blessed by Selene herself.Gods, she was unreal. I reached out my hand. “Dance with me, Alpha?”She grinned, biting her lip. “Finally. I was wondering if I’d have to ask you.”I snorted and swept her into my arms before she could say anything sassier. She fit against me like a missing puzzle piece. Soft, warm, fucking mine.We swayed into the rhythm, her body moving perfectly with mine, like our bones remembered something our minds hadn’t caught up to yet."She’s light," Kaelix whispered in my mind. "But there’s so much fire under that skin. So much heat. It wants to burn everything that’s ever hurt her.""Then we make sure no one hurts her again." I replied.I tightened my grip just sligh

Daeira POVAuren and I slipped through the glowing celebration like two kids sneaking out after curfew, except instead of mischief, we were dragging behind us the growing tension of an entire galaxy trying not to combust.My hand was still in his, and I swear it was the only thing keeping me upright. Every step closer to the twins made my heartbeat louder. I could barely hear the music over the roar of my own nerves.And then I spotted them. Kael and Riven. Near the edge of the fire pits, surrounded by a small cluster of wolves who were clearly being beaten at something.“Rock,” Kael barked.“Paper,” Riven countered, smirking.“Damn it!” Kael cursed.I had to stifle a laugh as they reset and went again. Twins. Literal weapons of war. Arguing over rock paper scissors like it was a battle for territory. As if they sensed me, of course they sensed me, both of their heads turned in unison. Their eyes locked on mine. And immediately, their expressions shifted. From playful to alert.Riven’

Daeira POVAuren was trying to be gentle. Trying to savor me. But the moment I whispered his name again, breathed it like a prayer, something inside him snapped.His fingers tightened on my thighs. His pace changed, no longer careful, but urgent, driving, consuming. Our bodies slammed together with rhythm and fire, every thrust deeper, harder, making my back arch and my voice tremble with each ragged breath.His wings flared out behind him, huge and black and glowing faintly at the edges, catching the candlelight like obsidian blades. The pressure inside me coiled, hot and unbearable.“Auren,” I gasped. “Oh gods, don’t stop...”“Never,” he growled. His voice wasn’t soft anymore. It was raw, threaded with desperate need and claiming. “You’re mine. You’re mine, Daeira.”His hands pinned me open, and his hips kept slamming into mine, over and over, faster, harder. The sound of our bodies, the mix of moans and breath and whispered curses, it filled the room like thunder.And then...It hap