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VERENA“You sure you felt the right kind of bond and aren’t just some horny bitch who’s attracted to any hot Alpha male?” She accuses me. I narrow my eyes. “Hey! I am not that kind of a person.” I spat. “Chill, woman. I am not questioning your character. I am just asking. Carlisle is hot as fuck. Maybe not as hot as Elijah. But that’s because he’s my mate, so I find him to be the hottest.”“What’s your point?” I ask, getting irritated by her stupid rant. “My point is that I won’t blame you if you found him attractive and mistook it for the mate bond. You have been a naughty girl. Hehe.” I roll my eyes. “You don’t get to say that. You are the horniest wolf I have come across.” “I am your first wolf. You don’t have any reference, idiot.” She says, sassiness dripping from her tone. “And wolves are meant to be horny. We are meant to eat, sleep, poop and reproduce. We don’t do complicated stuff like you guys.” “Yeah, but the mate bond you guys have makes things complicated. And no, I
VERENAMy face turns cold, my heart hammering against my ribs. “What?! Who attacked it?” “Seems like some kind of a Shadow Den Gang,” Kyla’s voice crackles with urgency through the mind-link. “These guys are ruthless—according to the information I have, they specialize in kidnapping omegas and selling them on the black market.” Panic claws at my throat, like icy fingers that squeeze the air out from my lungs. “Where are you?” I ask. The silence that stretches on feels like an eternity. Then, Kyla’s faint and breathless voice fills the link. “I’m inside the cottage,” she gasps, “I’m hiding some of the girls I could get in the basement. They haven’t—Ah!” Kyla’s voice trails off, a choked sob escaping her lips. A jolt runs through my spine. No. I hope she’s safe. My blood runs cold. “Kyla! Are you there?!” I ask, feeling my heart race frantically. Her voice reaches my head. “Luna, I can’t hold them back for long. There are too many of them and they are extremely strong. I’m trying
VERENAA primal snarl escapes my lips as I bare my teeth at them. “Their scent is foreign. They are not from this pack.” Serena tells me with a cautious voice and stands tall on her paws, growling at them. “They have strong auras.” These aren’t ordinary wolves. Who are they and why are they here? The auras radiating from them send a shiver down my spine. A knot of dread tightens in my gut. The wolves from my pack join me, gaining the attention of the foreign wolves. I mind-link Kyla. “We are here. Are you still inside the basement with the girls?” I ask. “Yes, I am here. There are several men roaming the halls of the cottage, searching for us. I am masking the scent of my blood so that they don’t find us.” She replies, her voice slightly shaking. “Blood? Are you injured?” I ask, my stomach coiling with worry. “I fought a few of them and one of the wolves attacked me. So I had no choice but to hide. These wolves are strong. They killed the guards on duty here like it was nothin
VERENAOne rogue gets a lucky bite on Serena’s hind leg, drawing a searing pain that makes us stumble. Another wolf slams into her side, sending her sprawling into the dirt. The wolves surround her. Panic claws at my throat as I hear their growls and watch them stare down at me, baring their teeth. A powerful maw comes down at her, teeth inches from her throat. Time seems to slow down. Adrenaline rushes into our system, and Serena twists her head, feeling the razor-sharp teeth scrape against her fur. She slams her legs back into the attacker’s chest, sending the wolf flying back with a surprised yelp. Heaving, panting, Serena scrambles to her paws. Blood drips from the wound on her leg, painting the dirt red. The wolves circle, their movements measured, predatory. This isn’t a fight anymore—it's a hunt. One of the larger wolves charges at her first. Serena meets him head-on. He’s stronger than the rest. We both feel a searing pain on the shoulder as the large wolf sinks his teeth i
ELIJAHI tap my boot against the gleaming marble floor of the Alpha King’s mansion, suppressing a sigh. Just a couple of hours ago, Cyrus barked orders through the call, saying that the King requested my presence. He didn’t give any details, just “get your butt here” kind of vibe. That fucker. I don’t like to waste my time waiting for anyone. Except Rena and Ezra. Still, he is the King, and I wouldn’t be caught disrespecting that piece of shit, especially when he owns my pack. What does he want this time? Hopefully, it's something important because I got better things to do than twiddling my thumbs in his foyer. Cyrus’s call had left a bitter taste in my mouth. The guy never reaches out with good news. Since Rowan took control of my pack, refusing his ‘proposals’ isn’t exactly an option. So, I am pretty much stuck in this situation. It fucking sucks to take orders like a damn dog. But my hand is tied. Giving up the pack was the only way to keep Rena safe then. I have no regrets re
ELIJAHI huff. “My social and romantic calender isn’t any of the King’s concern, General,” I reply. A cruel smile twists the corner of Cyrus’s lips, the amusement in his eyes devoid of warmth. "Oh, it most certainly is,” he purrs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine despite the heat simmering beneath my veins. "The King needs to know who his precious pet plays with, what secrets he keeps. After all, a disobedient pet needs a firm hand, wouldn't you agree?"His words make my jaw clench. A sense of unease ripples through me. “What are you insinuating?” His gaze sharpens, the amber light from the window turning his eyes into molten gold. He leans forward and his face is half-shrouded in shadow. "We've heard rumors," he says, his voice being low and measured. "of an alliance you've been forging. An alliance with… Verena Valentino. Done without the permission of the king.” He states, emphasizing the last words. My eyes narrow, meeting his gaze with a challenge. “Alliance,” I rep
ELIJAHMy body stiffens, a cold dread pooling in my gut. An attack! No. I push his hand from my shoulder, a growl erupting from my throat that echoes in the room. “Attack? The King thinks he can bully his way into another pack's territory without repercussions? Does he think I'm blind to his pathetic games? A full-blown attack without cause? The High Council would have his head on a silver platter for such a blatant violation!" Cyrus shrugs, the casual movement sending a shiver down my spine. “The High Council?” he repeats, a sardonic smile twisting his lips. "We'll deal with them when the time comes. The King has a way of… persuading people to see things his way. Haven't you noticed?" My eyes go wide in horror. The King has been skirting the laws? And the Council has turned a blind eye? A cold dread settles in my stomach. Fury surges through me. My hand clamps around his collar, yanking him up and slamming him against the wall. Cyrus doesn't even flinch at my outburst, b
ELIJAHCyrus’s lips stretch into a humorless smile, devoid of warmth or amusement. “See it how you want,” he says, his voice dripping with cruel indifference. “But the truth remains—disobey the King’s orders, and the consequences will be swift and brutal. Your precious Verena, your son, the entire Moonlight Pack… collateral damage in a game you can't hope to win. I hope you can live with that burden, Elijah, when the screams of the people you love echo in your ears." His warning hangs heavy in the air. “To be honest, I don’t want this either. But what can I do here? The King is sick but his men have already been given orders. I’m just communicating it to you. So think carefully, Elijah,” his voice softens a little, something flickering in his eyes. “I’m giving you advice as someone who’s worried about you as well as Verena. Obey the King’s orders. Be a good pet. ” "I'm not going to be his puppet any longer," I snarl, my words firm with rebellion. I slam my fist against the desk