The Millennium Wolves Sienna And Aiden Mga Nobela at Kwento

--- 🌑 Scene 3: Aiden’s Solitude Far below, in the mortal realm, Aiden stood atop a jagged cliff, his gaze fixed on the rebuilt Silver Moon estate. Wolves bustled below, repairing homes, tending to pups, and forging alliances with rival packs that had once been enemies. Peace had returned, but for Aiden, it felt hollow without Iris by his side. “She was the heart of all of this,” he murmured. “Now she’s gone.” “She’s not gone,” Selene said softly behind him. “She’s become something more.”

She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her. Adam and Jackson ran blindly through the woods. They didn't care where they went as long as it was away from Gary and Paul and those things they'd become. They were so intent on getting away they didn't notice the wolves behind them, surrounding them. They didn't notice until it was too late and they stood face to face with six snarling black wolves. The two smaller grey wolves stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other. This was it, they were dead.

My heart tingles, thuds a little, skips a few beats, then thuds again. This guy's wolf is just as insane as he is. "I don't want to be your mate," I mumble, "I don't want to." He starts to say something, but I don't want to listen. "Just shut up and go away!" I scream, holding the side of my head. He does. In that moment, Auren comes inside with a breakfast tray. "And who are you talking to now?" He drawls, rolling his eyes. 'She's honestly so terrifying. Is she really a creature from this world at this point?'

“Alpha—there’s been a mix-up. The match your parents arranged wasn’t… that woman. Wrong contact sent. Wrong place.” I stare at him. Silence stretches until he shifts, takes a step back under the weight of it. I look down at the card I kept instead of tossing. The name is crisp, clean ink. Sienna Wren. My wolf gives one slow, deliberate turn and faces the door. Not to chase. Not yet. To consider. The council, the laws, the endless parade of daughters with careful smiles—they all blur. For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking about something that isn’t a decree or a ledger.

I said but it doesn't feel like what I said was sincere enough. "No. When he's attracted to someone, he won't be seduced by others, not until the one he likes dies." My eyes narrowed because of what Sophie said. That took a very dark turn. "You know, wolves are an incredibly devoted species. They even said that if a Wolf met their mate, they will never find another mate. For short, it's for a lifetime." She said but I don't get what she's talking about. "What was that about?" I was quite scared as I try to comprehend what's going on inside her mind.

“But I will protect her. Because she’s connected to the truth that’s been buried for twenty years. Because The Architects are using her as an excuse to come for us. And because the next wolf they kill won’t be a lone patrol guard—it’ll be one of our own pups.” That makes them listen. Wolves are quiet when you mention pups. The hall shifts tone—fear turning to resolve, resolve hardening into unity. Finally, an older wolf stands. “What’s the plan then, Alpha? If not surrender?” “War,” Maddox says. “Not yet,” I cut in. “We fortify. We find out what they want from Sienna and why.” “And if they attack before that?” someone asks. My gaze flicks to Sienna. Her eyes meet mine. She is braver than she

She hit the wall with a sickening thud and slid down, unmoving. “Cera!” I screamed, drawing my own blades. The wolf turned its rabid gaze on me. I stood between it and the dormant crystal, the heart of this chamber. The hum from the journal was a deafening roar in my head, the bond-mark on my skin burning like a brand. The wolf coiled to spring. And from the staircase, a silver blur shot past me. Kaiden. His wolf, a magnificent beast of storm-gray fur and terrifying power, collided with the feral one in mid-air. The sound was horrific, a cacophony of snarls, the crunch of bone, and tearing flesh. He hadn’t hesitated.

Aiden gasped sharply, stumbling backward as he realized he was no longer standing inside the Hall of Ancestors. Instead, he found himself standing in the center of a vast, breathtaking meadow beneath the absolute brilliance of an enormous, glowing full moon. Thousands upon thousands of wolves surrounded him in every direction—magnificent silver wolves, deep black wolves, pristine white wolves, and powerful gray wolves. They all stood together in perfect, roaring harmony, their collective aura vibrating with ancient power. At the very center of the gathering stood one single, enormous wolf. He was larger than any Alpha King Aiden had ever imagined in his dreams. His dense coat was a stunning

Shenaya's POV The days he dragged on with an ache that settled deep into my bones. Every morning, I woke in an empty bed, my hand instinctively reaching out to the space Aiden should have filled but he wasn’t there. He was in a coma, lying in the infirmary, his once formidable strength now silent and still. The doctor had said his wolf, Smoke, had sacrificed himself to save Aiden’s human side. The blow was heavy, but I knew it was what Smoke would have wanted—to keep Aiden here with me, even if only in part. But without his wolf, Aiden was more vulnerable than ever, and the emptiness gnawed at me with each passing day.

I said, staring at her with firm resolve in my eyes. Aiden shut his notebook. "Millie, I respect Megan's decision. Don't worry. I'll be there to protect her." "Millie, trust me. That wolf already knows my scent and my face. There's no better candidate for this than me." Handing her a cup of coffee, I added, "Besides, he's our common enemy, isn't he?"