Yifa sighed quietly as she watched the snow falling outside their window, and then occasionally to the dying flames in the fireplace. Her head was resting on her hands which lay over the hard plane of her mate's chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breaths.There was a slightly withered flower in their vase beside the bed, probably the last to bloom before this winter started; it was always colder in the mountains, colder than any winters either of them had experienced before. But this winter, Yifa was surrounded by nothing but warmth.When she saw snow, it was always accompanied by a strange nostalgia.She thought of shivering nights and lonely days sitting by the fire, shut indoors and not wanting to go out because of the coldness that would greet her irrespective of the weather.They were now living in the South where Killian was still the Alpha King.This is where they started their life together while they left the Western kingdom to Derek and George .Somehow, though,
Yifa's POV Under the cover of night, a treacherous assault befell our pack, catching us unaware in the depths of slumber. The killers cunningly exploited our vulnerability during sleep, perceiving it as the best moment to strike. It was evident to me that The Water Moon Pack orchestrated this attack, driven by their deep-seated hatred towards us. Our reputation as possessors of the mightiest and most formidable wolves had long stoked their enmity. Moreover, fortune had smiled upon us, as the lycan King had once stood among our staunch allies. Tragedy befell us as the attack unfolded, mercilessly claiming the lives of every member of my pack, including my beloved parents. Amidst the chaos, my survival was owed to the selfless sacrifice of my parents, who hid me in the protective confines of our basement on that fateful day. After the night of the devastating attack, a scene of unimaginable horror greeted me as I went outside. There, amidst a chilling pool of their own blood, lay
Yifa's POV As I cautiously approached the motionless wolves to check their condition, a figure emerged from the surrounding woods. He wore a distinctive blue and yellow uniform, catching my attention. Elena and Anita instinctively backed away, their wariness increasing as they observed five more individuals donning the same attire. However, this time, these newcomers carried weapons. From their uniforms, it was apparent that they hailed from the Western kingdom. "Shift!" the commanding figure in front of me uttered assertively. The leader possessed striking features—an allure emanated from his luscious brown hair and captivating green eyes. He bore resemblance to a majestic tree, exuding an ethereal beauty. Yet, despite his appearance, there was an air of ferocity and strength about him, evident from the abundance of badges adorning his attire, surpassing those worn by his comrades. "Did you not hear him? He explicitly instructed us to shift," the man standing beside him uttered, h
Killian's POV Her words echoed in my mind, penetrating my heart as she intertwined her delicate pinky with mine. "Killian, I love you. I will always love you, I promise." I gazed at her, a gentle smile gracing my lips, before tenderly closing my eyes and planting a kiss on her forehead. But as I reopened my eyes, a surge of panic overcame me. Before me stood a grotesque figure, a distortion of the beautiful woman who had been my mate. Her mating mark bled, a painful reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded. "How could you do this to me?" She cried, her voice laced with anguish. "You've torn me apart." Tears welled up in my eyes as I desperately sought her forgiveness. "I'm sorry, my love. I never anticipated such a dreadful outcome. Please find it in your heart to forgive me," I implored, yearning for her to return, to heal the wounds that had been inflicted upon us. But she began to fade away, slipping from my grasp like a wisp of smoke. Yet, even as she dissipated, I couldn't le
"Your Highness, your esteemed knight and loyal brother has arrived," he announced. I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. As they finally returned, a sense of unease settled within me, as if foretelling an impending event for which I was ill-prepared. However, I dismissed it as mere nervousness and fatigue catching up with me, choosing instead to take a deep breath and welcome them inside. Derek and Black appeared unchanged despite their frequent comings and goings over the past two months. Although visibly weary, they seemed to be in good health. "Ah, I hope this time proves to be the one we've been waiting for," my brother grumbled as he collapsed onto the sofa with a resounding thud. Black chuckled and turned his attention to me. "He's always complaining. I never want to endure another mission with him again," he remarked with a wry smile. I nodded sympathetically and let out a sigh. "I understand your frustration. After all, you've acquired no less than twenty white wolves
Yifa's POV I followed behind Black as he entered the room, instantly greeted by a captivating aroma that filled the air. It was as if my omega, the essence within me, was purring with delight. My heart raced uncontrollably as we drew closer to the source of the enticing scent. It was then that I knew, deep down, that this person before me was my true mate. The fragrance of pine trees and rain, my favorite scent, was unmistakably present.. According to my mother, true mates possess complementary scents that align with each other's preferred aromas. It was like a natural law of attraction, a magnetic pull that guided us to one another. It was a remarkable way to locate your destined partner amidst countless wolves in the world. Lost in my musings, I was abruptly brought back to reality by Black's command. "Bow your head," he uttered, urging me to lower my gaze. I complied, and as I raised my eyes once more, I was met with a sight that stole my breath away. Standing before me was the m
Yifa's POV "You are to obey all my commands," he continued, his words laden with authority. "If anything goes awry, you shall face punishment." Punishment? Would he truly subject his own mate to such treatment? My father had never intentionally harmed my mother.. "Do you understand, rebel?" he inquired. "Rebel, that's what he called me. He requested his partner to become his servant. What is this? Some sort of fetish? "I-I don't understand. Wh--" I started to ask, but he abruptly interrupted me. "I'm not asking; I'm commanding you to do it. You don't have the option to say yes or no." "I give orders, and you obey them," he added, his voice devoid of warmth and emotion. I couldn't resist any longer; his scent permeated my senses. He stood right in front of me, dangerously close. I looked up, and immediately regretted it, for his gaze pierced into me with intensity. Challenging me to defy him. His eyes narrowed as I met his gaze, but fortunately, he didn't demand that I avert
Killian's POV The entrance to the hall swung open, and Black strode in, accompanied by a woman whose features remained obscured.. Although I couldn't make out her appearance clearly, I sensed a calming presence within me, as if my inner wolf was settling down and taking a seat in my mind. I found myself perplexed, and even my alpha seemed bewildered. My wolf tilted his head curiously as he sat down. "Your Highness, I have brought the rogue," Black announced, bowing before me. Despite my disdain for the title he used, I understood that he was merely showing respect in front of others. "Lower your head," Black commanded the rogue. To my surprise, the rogue refused to comply, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. In my opinion, she appeared rather foolish. Before I could utter a word, the rogue suddenly locked eyes with me, an expression of astonishment and wonder reflecting in her gaze. I experienced a surge of pride coursing through my body, fully aware of my good looks. I had