ALPHA'S POV.
I walked through the corridors, my thoughts still reeling from what had happened last night. I couldn't believe what had transpired between Elsa and me. The way she had resisted me had caught me off guard, and I was left feeling disappointed and confused.As I made my way to the garden, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. I had always heard that Elsa had no wolf, and yet she had exhibited a level of power that I had not expected. The way she had fought back had been both surprising and intriguing.
When I reached the garden, I sat down on one of the benches and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I could still feel the pull of her wolf, the way it had resisted me as if it knew that I was not the right mate for Elsa. It was a strange feeling, one that I had never experienced before.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the moon, wondering if it held the answer to my questions. I had always believed that the moon had a way of guiding us, of showing us the path we should take. But now, I was not so sure.
I replayed the events of the night in my mind, trying to make sense of what had happened. Elsa had been so different from any other woman I had ever met. She had the strength and a spirit that was rare and captivating. And yet, her wolf had rejected me, as if it knew that we were not meant to be together.
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, trying to push away the confusion and frustration that I felt. I knew that I had to tread carefully with Elsa. She was not like the other women in my pack, and I had to respect that. But at the same time, I couldn't help feeling drawn to her, intrigued by her.
The power that radiated from her was incredible, and I couldn't help but feel both intrigued and a bit threatened by it.
I knew that I needed to find out more about Elsa and the source of her strength. Perhaps there was something unique about her that I had not yet discovered. Or maybe there was some other force at work, something beyond my understanding.
As I pondered these thoughts, I felt a sense of urgency growing inside of me. I knew that I couldn't simply sit back and wait for answers to come to me. I needed to take action and find out the truth for myself.
But where to begin? There were so many questions that needed answering, and so few leads to follow. I knew that I would need help, someone with knowledge and expertise in matters like these.
That's when I remembered the diviner. She was the only one who might be able to shed some light on Elsa's mysterious power. I had always been skeptical of the diviner's abilities, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
I made up my mind then and there to seek out the diviner and ask for her assistance. It was a risk, of course. The diviner was a wild card, unpredictable and often dangerous. But I was willing to take that risk if it meant finding the answers I so desperately sought.
With a determined stride, I made my way out of the garden and back into the castle, my mind already racing with questions to ask the diviner.
I went back inside, feeling a chill in my bones. The air outside was cold, and my body had grown accustomed to the warmth of the fire. I needed something to warm me up, so I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of hot drink.
I opened the cupboard and found the bottle, pulling it out and examining the label. It was a rich, dark liquid, with a sweet aroma that filled the air. I grabbed a glass and poured myself a generous amount, the liquid steaming in the cool air.
As I lifted the glass to my lips, I took a deep breath, savoring the aroma. The first sip was like a burst of warmth in my chest, spreading through my body and chasing away the cold. The liquid was sweet and rich, with a hint of spice that tingled on my tongue.
I took another sip, letting the heat of the drink fill me up. It was like a blanket, wrapping around me and protecting me from the cold. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling, letting the warmth seep into my bones.
I was still sipping on my drink when I heard footsteps approaching. I frowned, wondering who it could be. The only people who were allowed in my chambers without permission were my wives, and they all knew not to disturb me unless it was urgent.
After a few moments, the door to the Packhouse opened, and my third wife walked in, a frown etched on her beautiful face. I sat up, curious as to what she wanted.
"Who was that girl I saw in the hallway earlier?" she asked me, her tone clipped and sharp.
I was taken aback. "What girl?" I asked, playing dumb.
"The one who walked past me earlier. She was not a member of the Pack, and yet she was wandering around the halls as if she owned the place."
I tried to hide my surprise, but I knew she could see right through me. She was one of the most perceptive people I knew, and it was almost impossible to keep anything from her.
"I don't know who you're talking about," I said, taking another sip of my drink.
She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly not convinced. "Don't play dumb. I know you saw her. Who is she, and what is she doing here?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. My third wife was fiercely loyal to me, but she was also quick to judge.
That was the exact moment it occurred to me who she was talking about.
ALPHA'S POV."Is there anything with her? You women find it hard to keep your lips sealed. And what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here, are you?"The anger was quick to surface when my wife approached me with her questions. She had no right to come and ask me such things, she should have known better."Sorry, darling." She apologized profusely, moving closer, she tried to touch me in what she thought was a seductive manner.I stood there, my gaze cold and hard as she stood before me with a smirk on her lips. Her hands ran lightly over my body, tracing the contours of my chest and abdomen in a slow, gentle dance. I felt my body tense beneath her touch, but she refused to break eye contact, determined to make her seduction complete.The light touch of her fingers made me quiver and I could feel the heat emanating from her skin as she pressed her body against mine. She moved closer still, her breath hot on my neck as she inhaled my scent.Her hands moved slowly up my side
ALPHA'S ARTHUR'S POV.I retired to my room for the night, feeling the chill in the air as I stepped away from the warmth of the fire. The crackling sound of the logs burning slowly in the fireplace filled the room, and I could feel the shadows creeping in around me. I stood there for a moment, taking in the silence, and wondering if I should go see Elsa.I couldn't get her out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. She was unlike any other woman I had encountered, and I found myself drawn to her. I wanted to know everything about her, to understand her better. But then, I remembered her roar, the one that had scared me when we were about to mate.I couldn't forget that moment, no matter how much I tried. It was the only thing that had ever scared me, even as a toddler. I shook my head, trying to push away the memory, but it lingered. I wondered what it was about her that made her do that, and if it was a warning of some sort.I took a seat by the fireplace, warming myself by the fire
ELSA'S POV. I found myself in a dark and deserted place, the air was thick with the stench of fear and desperation. Suddenly, I saw her, a stranger, calling out to me, pleading for help. Her eyes were filled with terror as she ran towards me, her voice hoarse with desperation."Please, help me," she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "He's coming for me. I don't want to die."I felt the weight of her fear crushing me, and I tried to run, but my feet were rooted to the spot. The stranger reached out to me, her fingers barely brushing mine before she disappeared into the darkness.Suddenly, I saw my father, battered and bruised, begging for mercy. He was in the clutches of a monster, a monster that I know I should be able to defeat. But I was frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything as my father screamed in agony.I felt a cold sweat break out on my skin as I watched the scene unfold before me. The monster loomed over my father, ready to deliver the final blow. I tried to s
ALPHA'S POV.The night was dark and still, the only sound coming from the crickets outside my window. But even the soothing sound of nature wasn't enough to calm my restless mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to see Elsa. Ever since she arrived in our territory, I couldn't get her out of my mind. It was like she had cast a spell on me, a spell that I couldn't break free from. It wasn't just her beauty or her strength that captivated me, but it was something more. Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. I knew I had to see her, to talk to her, but I didn't know how. I couldn't just barge into her room in the middle of the night, it wasn't proper. And yet, I couldn't ignore this feeling inside me. I got out of bed and walked to the window, staring out at the dark forest. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow over the trees. I wondered if Elsa was awake too and
I could feel my heart racing in my chest, pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst. My whole body was trembling, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what could be happening to me. I was struggling with all my might against the iron grip that held me firmly in place, but it was no use. The person was too strong, and I couldn't move an inch.I whimpered in terror as I felt his grip tighten even further, his fingers digging into my skin. I could feel my breaths becoming more and more labored, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. All I could think about was how helpless and vulnerable I was in this situation, and I couldn't even see who was holding me.The darkness that surrounded us seemed to close in, suffocating me and making it even harder to breathe. My mind raced with a million different scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. Was this it? Was I going to die here, alone and scared, with no one to save me?I tried to speak, to beg for mercy or at least
As I descended from the upper floor, my mind was already filled with a thousand thoughts. The fact that Elsa had disappeared was like a weight on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for her safety. I had to find her, no matter what.But as I reached the ground floor, I was met not by Nia, but by Ursula. My heart sank as I realized that I would not be getting any information from her. Ursula was always so indifferent, with her hands crossed over her chest and an expression that gave away nothing.I wanted to ask her if she had seen Elsa, but I knew it would be pointless. Ursula was not the kind of person who would give me a straight answer. Instead, I tried to read her expression, hoping to find some clue as to where Nia might be. But there was nothing, just that same blank stare.As I looked at Ursula, her demeanor was telling me that she was being dramatic because of what had happened between us the last time. I could see the pettiness in her eyes, and I knew that
ALPHA ARTHUR'S POV.As I stood there at the gate, confusion and anger burning within me, I realized I had no idea what to do next. My mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. Where could Elsa have gone? Was she taken by someone? Why didn't anyone see her? I had so many unanswered questions, and I didn't know who to trust.And the fact that nobody had any positive answers to my questions had me pissed off so much that I wanted to punch something to relieve my anger or take my wolf for a very long run. I could feel my wolf simmering below the surface as the whole thing happened. I growled at him to be still but he was far from that. Moments like this when he grew agitated left me with no choice other than to find the source of his discomfort.Turning towards the guards, I asked them, "Have any of you seen Elsa? Where did she go?"They all looked at each other, and one of them spoke up, "No, my Lord. We haven't seen her. We don't know where she went."I felt my blood boil. "Th
ELSA'S POV.As I opened my eyes that morning, I was immediately struck by the feeling that something was not quite right. It took a moment for me to realize that I wasn't in my room. Panic started to rise in my chest as I looked around, trying to get my bearings.I was lying in a large, plush bed with silky sheets that felt unfamiliar to me. The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, with heavy drapes over the windows and ornate furnishings that spoke of luxury and wealth. Everything about it was so different from my modest quarters that I couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.As I sat up in bed, my mind raced with questions. How did I end up here? What happened to me? Was I kidnapped? Fear and confusion gripped me, and I struggled to make sense of the situation.I got out of bed, feeling disoriented and dizzy, and made my way over to the window. Looking outside, I saw that I was in a large castle surrounded by high walls and guards patrolling the perimeter. The sight