Novel & Cerita The Millennium Wolves Sienna And Aiden

"Speak, Tess." Sienna's relentless search for an alliance wasn't a secret among the elite wolf families; Tess was bound to find out sooner or later. "Yes, I am at the age where a formal mating contract is necessary for the clan's future," Sienna said, her voice dropping into a smooth, diplomatic purr. Tess let out a dry, rattling laugh over the speaker. "Have you ever considered coming back into my den as a daughter-in-law?" Sienna froze, her fingers tightening on the device. Did the old woman expect her to waste her time with a low-level enforcer like Bryce? "Bryce just finished his training cycles in the northern wild packs, didn't he? Our power levels are completely incompatible."

let me tell you more about my pack mates: Hunter is an Omega, His mate Alia, is a Mountain Wolf, Sia is a Nymph, Her twin sister Sue, is a Witch (weird family huh!). My little sister Julia, is a Beta, Silvar's little brother Jude, is a Shapeshifter, and lastly..... Mark....Sia's mate is the only Hunter in the pack.

He reaches out with his chubby little hands to hold my head as he kisses me back on my nose. “Mum mum Mumma,” Aiden stutters out, reaching for Liliana making me giggle at how much he loves her. “Ok, ok let’s trade I’ll give you Mumma, if Mumma gives me Roan and Gunnar,” I reassure him while handing Aiden over to Liliana and take Roan and Gunnar from her. “We’ll make sure to visit all the time, and we can always link each other. Just think of it this way; it’s my turn to watch your back now, the only two packs to border Wolf Creek are unbreakable allies,” Liliana reassures making me blush.

**AKIRA (snarling)** “Come then. I am not afraid of death.” More wolves surrounded her. She welcomed them. A shield of ice erupted at her back as one tried to flank her. A blast of wind slammed another into the sky. Every movement was precision, every word a blade. But they kept coming. One by one, she cut them down. Until only two remained. And Aiden. He stepped forward slowly, boots crunching leaves, eyes glittering. **AIDEN** “Impressive. But you’re bleeding.” She was. From her side, a deep slash.

I had nowhere to go and as much as I hated relying on his kindness now, I wouldn’t just leave. It felt nice to be in a temperature-controlled home. To know that no one can just walk in and hurt me. It was nice not having to fend for myself for a second. But my statement held within my heart. We couldn’t be close to each other all the time. Our wolves would go insane from frustration. The mating bond would kick in eventually, driving us to mate before I was ready. Before we knew each other. “I assume your favorite color is white.” I mused and leaned against the rails. Priamos looked around the room and blushed deeply.

I move. Aiden moves into the opening I leave without looking. He has always known where I’ll be. Steam rises where frost meets my fire. Aiden’s frost locks a collared wolf mid-lunge, silver ice crawling over matted fur. I sweep in. Amber-black fire shatters the ice. The wolf drops to the wet stone, unconscious, breathing. Luna calls the rhythm through our heads. One-two. Freeze-burn. Lock-drop. Bodies should be piling up. Instead they’re breathing.

She tensed and whimpered, and letting out a low growl, Sienna brushed her canines over my neck before pushing them inside my neck as she bit me. Her teeth dug into my neck, making me groan as I thrust in and out of her. Sienna’s body tensed, and her walls tightened around me as her wolf took charge of her instincts. She moved from my neck to look me in the eye, and I couldn’t help but smirk when her eyes widened as she neared her climax.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted trouble—or at least, trouble in the form of two familiar faces. Sienna and Elara. Both she-wolves were known within Crescent Moon's pack not just for their striking beauty, but for their equally bold personalities. And unfortunately for Tristan, they’d both taken an unhealthy liking to him. Not that he was rude or mean to them—he just… didn’t like being ogled like a piece of meat. And that’s exactly what it felt like whenever their eyes landed on him—like he was some juicy prey they couldn’t wait to sink their claws into.

While Kaelen Vane was nursing his shattered pride at the gate, Sierra Miller was descending into the one place she never thought she’d return to: the high-security holding cells of the Silverwood auxiliary territory. The air down here was cold, thick with the smell of damp concrete and the metallic tang of dampening wards, ancient magic designed to suppress a wolf's connection to their beast.

A boy too young to wear the uniform he wore raised his rifle anyway. “No,” she said, and the word reached him somehow, even through shouting and wind. He lowered it, shame burning his cheeks. “Ma’am,” he breathed, because he didn’t know what to call a queen and a woman at the same time. The wolves came on. Sienna moved forward and the men moved with her because their bodies knew that forward was the only way through. She didn’t draw steel. She lifted her hand and opened her palm, the mark brightening as if greeting old company twisted and returned. The first wolf leaped and met her touch with his brow. Heat licked her hand; light ran along his skull. He dropped as if sleep had taken him mid-