DeneraI missed his touch so badly.His kiss deepened, his hand moving to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I responded in kind, my arms wrapping around him, holding on as if letting go would mean losing his touch forever. There was a desperation in our kiss, a need that had been building for so long, finally finding its release.When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other's as we tried to catch our breath. Rockan's hands were still on me, his touch grounding me, reminding me that this was real, that he was real."Denera," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I've been waiting for this moment, for the ceremony to be over, so I could finally hold you like this. But I also don't want to rush you. We have all the time in the world now."I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "I don't want to wait anymore. I've waited my whole life for something like this, for someone like you. And now that I have you... don't
Tyris“Lord Tyris, slow down,” Serena cried out. She was actually crying. I had her in my clutch for less than thirty minutes and I could already see tears dropping from her eyes. Pathetic. “Shut up!” I ordered, my hand meeting with her cheek and tapping it profusely. Grabbing her legs, I hung them on my shoulders, shoving my length even deeper inside her as she screamed out. I couldn’t even tell if she would actually survive or pass out but I knew I was enjoying her moans, screams, and cries. She came twice already and I still was not done with her. Heck, she wasn’t here to be pleased. She came here, voluntarily, to please me. I warned Serena often but she always came back here for more, so no matter how much she begged or cried out for me to stop, she knew I never listened until I was satisfied. Knowing this, she could have easily avoided me, to equally avoid my wrath on her in bed, but for some reason, Serena always came crawling back. “Maybe she has a pain kink?” Nile, my w
Denera I shuffled around the bed, every muscle in my body hurt but it was worth it and I would do it all over again. The sun had risen and I could hear birds once again chirping happily. A huge smile formed on my face and I turned on the bed again before opening my eyes. My expectations were cut short and my smile dropped a bit when I noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Rockan?I sighed, coming to the conclusion that even after the mating ceremony yesterday, he still didn’t sleep in the same room as me. “Good morning, little mate," Rockan's familiar voice called out, drawing my attention away from the empty space beside me on the bed.I quickly sat upright, clutching the bed sheets to cover my naked form as I turned to face him. A wide smile spread across my face at the sight of my mate, freshly emerging from the shower. His hair was still damp, water droplets glistening on his chiselled physique, and I felt a familiar warmth blossom within me."Good morning, Rockan," I
RockanA low growl erupted from me when I heard my grandmother from across the other side of the door. “Go away!” I demanded, hoping she obeyed. I pulled Denera back closer to me, needing to have her wrapped around me again. “Rockan,” she called out and I sighed, knowing she was going to protest now. “Shouldn’t this be our honey moon or something?” I frowned, face-palming myself. “It doesn’t apply to rulers of an entire kingdom!” Grandma yelled out, eavesdropping on our conversation. “Everyone could hear the both of you from the farthest pack last night!”I watched Denera’s eyes widen in embarrassment and I smirked down at her, remembering how loud her moans were last night. It felt good knowing I made her feel that way, and it felt better to know everyone else heard everything that went on. “Fine. Give us a moment,” I sighed out, pushing myself out of the bed to get myself a shirt. “Is anything serious happening today?” Denera asked and I shrugged. “I’m not sure for now. But I
Denera"Oh, my dear Denera! Look at this exquisite hand-stitched cradle!" Granny Yeneva exclaimed, her voice practically vibrating with excitement as she held aloft a tiny, intricately carved cradle. "It's made from the finest oak, imported from the heartwood of the Whispering Woods. Such craftsmanship! It's perfect for a little prince or princess."I smiled politely, trying to suppress a yawn. The sheer volume of baby-related gifts was starting to feel overwhelming. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the thoughtfulness, but the endless stream of tiny clothes, rattles, and bassinets was beginning to feel a bit repetitive."It's beautiful, Granny Yeneva," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I'm sure it will be well-loved."Granny Yeneva beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, I have no doubt about that, my dear. You and Rockan will make the most wonderful parents."I glanced at Rockan, who was seated beside me on the plush velvet cushions, his expression unreadable. He had bee
Denera “We finally found a teacher who could teach you about your powers.”Excitedly, I stood at the entrance gates of the castle, wondering who the teacher was. I was so carried away with the Luna ceremony that I had almost forgotten about the side of me that healed people with a touch. "Who is it?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, as I paced back and forth, my gaze fixed on the imposing castle gates. "Tell me, Rockan, who is this teacher?"Rockan chuckled, his amusement tinged with a hint of exasperation. "Relax, Denera," he said, his voice laced with a warmth that always calmed my nerves. "You're practically vibrating with excitement."He reached out, his hand gently cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing the soft curve of my jawline. "I know you're eager to learn, but there's no need to rush. We'll have plenty of time for you to explore your abilities."His touch, so familiar, so comforting, did little to quell the storm of emotions swirling within me. My mind raced, conjuring i
Denera"Good morning Luna," a maid walked up to me with a smile and a curt bow. The whole idea of calling me by a title I didn't work for was still very unsettling to me, but I decided against cutting her off. "Oh good morning," I replied, mirroring her smile."You haven't had breakfast all morning and it's almost noon," her eyes were turned to her feet as she spoke to me, making it more unsettling that they think so highly of me. I was once a maid too, and the deference they showed me still felt unnatural."Oh, I got too distracted by the gift opening," I laughed nervously, trying to brush off the awkwardness. Before making a decision on whether to stay where I was or to leave with the maid and finally eat, I looked over at Adrianna, who stood quietly as she picked some flowers. Rockan had left me with her outside a few minutes ago, and I couldn't really bring myself to have a proper conversation with her. There was still an air of uncertainty and unfamiliarity between us.Then my
Denera I walked into the room that was now meant to be a classroom where I learned about my healing powers. Hours had passed since the commotion Tyris and Rockan caused, and the sun was already setting, casting a warm glow over the space.The place almost looked like a laboratory, which was surprising to me, as I had assumed the teachings would be mostly theoretical. Rows of shelves lined the walls, filled with various vials, jars, and other equipment that I couldn't quite identify.Adrianna's heels clicked on the tiled floors as she strolled around me. "Today is an introduction to who and what you are," she announced, her voice smooth and authoritative.Her hair flowed down her back gracefully, and her tight leather pants fitted her body well. She had taken her jacket off and was left with just a sleeveless top, revealing toned arms. Her familiar scent made me remember when I first met her at the meeting Rockan had taken me to. I had to admit that she had a striking and captivating
DENARA’S POV I stepped out of the medical wing, the sterile scent of antiseptic still lingering in my nostrils. Each step I took felt heavy, as if I was dragging the weight of the world behind me. My heart was still racing from the news about Rockan, and the sharp pain in my lower abdomen reminded me of the fragile life growing inside me. I had to stay strong—for him, for our child. But as I walked down the dimly lit corridor towards my room, the weight only grew heavier. “Denera, are you sure you should be out?” Rachel’s voice trailed after me, filled with concern. “I need to see what’s happening,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “Please, just rest a bit longer,” she urged, her footsteps quickening to keep pace with me. I shook my head, the determination surging through me. “I can’t. I need to know.”As I approached the large window overlooking the courtyard, a low murmur began to rise outside. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest. I peeked through the curtain, and
DeneraHurriedly, I reached into my back pocket, hoping that what I kept there was still there. “What’s going on?” Rachel questioned, but I was too stunned to respond. I could feel my heart racing, a mixture of anxiety and hope swelling within me. Finally, my fingers brushed against the familiar texture. “Great!” I exclaimed softly, pulling out the piece of paper I had tucked away. I placed it beside the one from my neck and squinted at the writings. They were similar, but the new paper was old and wrinkled, the ink fading, making it difficult to decipher. Suddenly, the door swung open, and my head snapped up. “Is she awake yet?!” Tyris rushed in, his expression a mix of relief and urgency. The moment his eyes met mine, a wave of comfort washed over me. “Oh, thank goodness,” he said, releasing a heavy sigh. Relief spread across his features, but it was quickly overshadowed by something darker. “Where’s Rockan?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. The question hung in the ai
Denera….“Denera…”My brows furrowed at the mention of my name, the sound echoing in the void around me.“It’s okay, you can open your eyes,” a soothing voice added as if to reassure me. I obeyed, slowly peeling my eyelids open. At first, everything was blurry; my eyelids felt heavy as if weighted down by the grief and pain I had been carrying. But after a few seconds, the haze began to clear, and I started to take proper mental notes of my surroundings.“Am I dead?” I asked my voice barely a whisper, tinged with confusion and fear.I heard a chuckle that caught my attention, warm and familiar. Turning my head, I searched for the source of that laughter.“No, my love. You’re not dead.”My heart skipped a beat. My eyes widened in disbelief, and my jaw dropped as recognition flooded over me.“Mum…”There she was—my mother. Though she looked a bit older, I knew it was her, the essence of her spirit shining through. It felt surreal, like I was staring at a reflection of myself, yet she
DENARA’S POV He killed Bruno…“No,” the word escaped my lips as a desperate whisper, my heart plummeting into an abyss of fear.I rushed away from Freya’s still form, her lifeless body haunting me even as I sprinted toward Rockan. Each step felt like a weight bearing down on me, but I couldn't stop. I needed to get to him. I needed to know he was okay.As I reached Rockan, horror gripped me at the sight of blood pooling beneath him, soaking through his shirt. I dropped to my knees beside him, panic surging as I placed my trembling hand over the wound, trying to staunch the flow of crimson. “No, no, no! Please don’t die. Don’t leave me,” I cried out, my voice breaking.“I’m not dying, little mate, I’m not,” he chuckled weakly, his hand reaching up to touch my face. But I could see through the lies in his eyes. The bullet had gone through him. The force of the shot, aimed at him, had struck true, and he was losing strength by the second.“Rockan, I have to tell you something,” I manage
DENARA’S POV She was gone.The realization hit me like a physical blow, the weight of it crashing down on my chest. I could feel the warmth fading from Freya’s body, her heartbeat growing fainter until it vanished completely. I lost her even before I could forgive her. At that moment, the world around me dulled into a blur of chaos and noise. I could still hear Rockan and Bruno struggling, their bodies colliding with a force that sent shockwaves through the air, but it felt distant like a storm raging far away. All I could focus on was the lifelessness in my arms, the way Freya’s body felt so heavy and still. “You’re a monster!” I screamed, the words tearing from my throat with a rawness that surprised even me. I didn’t know if I was addressing Bruno or Rockan, or if it was a self-directed accusation—maybe a little of both. All I knew was that the pain in my chest was unbearable, an agony that consumed me whole. “Freya!” I sobbed, cradling her head against my shoulder, feeling the
FREYA’S POV “No!”My body moved on its own, a reflex born from instinct. Time seemed to slow as the world flashed before my eyes, each moment stretching into eternity. I could hear the chaotic symphony of shouts and struggles around me, but all I could focus on was the glint of metal in Bruno’s hand. The gun.I didn’t think it through. I just acted.In that split second, I lunged forward, my heart pounding in my chest. “No!” I screamed, but the word felt like a whisper lost in the storm of emotions swirling around us. The sound of the gunshot echoed, a deafening crack that shattered the tension in the air. I felt a sharp pain, a searing heat that radiated from my inside. It was a sensation that took a moment to register, the bullet found its mark, and it was me. “Freya!” I heard Denera’s anguished scream cut through the chaos, a sound that struck deeper than the bullet itself. I glanced over at her just as she launched toward me, her eyes wide with fear, her expression desperate.
DENARA’S POV It was very noisy out there, the sound of war or gunshots? But why would anyone shoot guns so consistently? Unless it was something else, but my mind was too foggy to come up with anything else.“If you’re hiding her, you’re making a grave mistake. I won’t hesitate to tear this place apart.”I jolted awake, the harsh reality cutting through the fog of unconsciousness. My lungs burned as I forced air down, each breath a struggle. “Rockan,” I breathed out weakly, though I knew no one could hear me. He had come to find me, and tears stung my eyes at the realization. The weight of my situation pressed down on me, but a flicker of hope ignited in my chest. Determined to escape the dark corners of this room, I scanned my surroundings. The dim light barely illuminated the space, but I could make out the remnants of the broken glass that had earlier wounded me. Wounded me? I thought I had miscarried my baby.Bruno must have cleared the room, probably thinking I would use a sha
Bruno’s POV “Son, you have to hide, quickly!” My mother burst into my room, her face pale and fear-stricken.“What? Why?” I questioned, my mind still foggy from the alcohol. The haze was lifting, but it left a lingering confusion in its wake.“He’s here,” she announced, her voice trembling.“What? Who?” I was still piecing together the situation, my heart racing.“The masked Alpha,” she replied, her eyes wide with panic.“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath as I rose to my feet, adrenaline flooding my system. I rushed to the window, glancing outside to confirm her words. My heart sank as I saw him—Rockan, striding into the pack house like he owned the place, with Freya trailing behind him. The sight of her ignited a firestorm of anger within me. Betrayal coursed through my veins, making my vision blur. How could she? After everything we had been through, after everything I had done for her, she chose to stand with him. My world spiraled out of control, and the walls of my room felt lik
DENARA’S POV I blinked awake, a dull ache pulsing through my head and radiating over my body. Panic surged as I tried to move, only to find myself firmly bound to a chair. The cold, hard surface pressed against my back, and my wrists felt raw from the silver-like ropes digging into my skin. Memories flooded back—the last thing I remembered was Bruno's face, twisted with anger before everything went dark.“Bruno,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The betrayal cut deeper than the pain in my head. My heart ached not only from the physical torment but from the realization that I had been taken—kidnapped by someone I once trusted. The words he said echoed in my mind. Why would a person hate her own sister so much that she would perpetuate her and her husband’s murder? I shuddered at the thought, my heart racing. I had always believed family was supposed to protect one another, not destroy. “Sevyn?” I called out softly, hoping my wolf would respond. It felt as if a heavy fog