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AaryaI stood in the serene pack cemetery, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees. Little Om, dressed in his adorable baby boss onesie gifted by Scott, wiggled in my arms as I pointed to the plaques dedicated to my departed family members. “This is Nanu (maternal grandpa), Nani (maternal grandma), and both your Mamu (maternal uncles). And this is where your uncle Scott is,” I said softly, my voice filled with sorrow and warmth.I couldn’t resist kissing his chubby cheek as he reached for the flowers I had carefully placed on the plaque. Xander has dedicated a plaque for my family in the pack cemetery as a place to remember them.The sight of Om holding Scott’s gifted teddy bear, saying “Yass queen” in Scott’s voice whenever you bopped its nose, tugged at my heartstrings. These were some of the cherished things in Scott’s gift basket he had prepared for Om in his apartment.Gently, I set Om down on a soft blanket and handed him his favorite teddy. With a bitterswee
6 months later... XANDER “Are you ready?” I asked. My voice was muffled and filled with desire as I showered Aarya’s neck with sloppy kisses. I couldn’t resist indulging in her addictive scent, and the sparks between us added a thrilling touch to our love. “Hmm... Xander... stop,” she managed to utter, though her voice sounded more like a moan. The hmm sound went straight to my dick, making me feel impossibly hard and eager. ‘I think we need to cancel the press conference and take our mate in this room,’ Xyler salivated, sniffing the alluring scent of her arousal in the air. “Do you really want me to stop?” I asked huskily, kissing behind her ear and biting carefully, making her shiver in my hold. I pulled her flush against me. “Hmm, no... I mean y... yes,” she whispered, caught between her pleasure and her work, as I licked my mark on her neck again. She shivered in my hold and a thrill rushed through my spine. “So responsive, so sweet, so addictive,” I whispered, kissing her c
Hi everyone,It’s a wrap! Thank you guys for supporting me throughout Aarya and Xander’s story. I really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please share your thoughts and feedback in the comments section, and don’t forget to review and vote if you’ve liked the story.This book was my first ever work. I started this book first but MMH took priority so this book was pushed back. I learned a lot since MMH so I had to rewrite most of the chapters of TAM keeping the essence same. Thus, the editing process extended the timeline, but I’m delighted to say that it’s now complete.Now that we’ve reached the conclusion of this book, I’m excited to reveal that Alex’s story is in the works and will serve as the second installment of the Alpha series. I hope you’ll join me on this new journey, staying with us until the end of the series.You can follow me on social media. I hope I can see you there soon. I’m looking forward to interacting with you all there, addressing y
Aarya “Sleep is the best meditation.” When the Dalai Lama said this, he knew the truth in those words. And I couldn’t agree more. However, fate had a different plan for me as I am born into a family of extremely early risers. And, like clockwork... “Aarya beta (my child), get up!” My mother, Mithali's voice, rang out from the kitchen. And there it was - the inevitable morning wake-up call. With a reluctant sigh, I peeled myself out of bed, holding my mischievous brothers responsible for the endless laughter and late-night conversations that kept me up. Their mission seemed clear: induce stomach aches with uncontrollable laughter, and they excelled at it. Understanding their reluctance to see me leave, I let their antics slide. I’m Aarya Verma, 22 years old, and the daughter of a prominent figure in our community - my father, Ram. He is a well-respected person in our community. He is the best friend and adviser of the chief of the village and we also own a few farms. Those farms and
Xander BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I rise from my slumber, silencing the persistent alarm which indicated it was 5 am. Just another day. I roll out of bed, stretching my body with a satisfying pop of joints and a flex of muscles. The routine is familiar. Off to the bathroom to attend to nature’s call, then into my workout attire. A protein smoothie prepares me for the upcoming regimen. As I lace up my running shoes, the call of the pack territory beckons, and I ran to make sure the patrol was in place. I am Xander Coleman, the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, a pack renowned for its size and strength, standing as one of the largest in the country. At the young age of 20, I stepped into my father’s shoes, taking on the responsibility of leading this pack. With over 5560 wolves under our banner and growing, the challenges are both invigorating and unrelenting. Growing up in this expansive pack, I gained insight into the complexities my father faced as its leader. Traditionally, the Alpha stands a
Aarya Phew! After enduring a grueling 20-hour flight, I finally touched down at the airport. The exhaustion weighed heavily on my back, reminding me that such long flights weren't friendly to one's back. Anxiety bubbled within me, but I wore a mask of composure, remembering the adage, "fake it till you make it," that echoed through my mind. Stepping out of the plane into the frigid weather, I was grateful for having the foresight to wear a jacket. Amidst the hustle of finishing immigration formalities and retrieving my bags, I found a moment of quiet reflection. Standing there, waiting for my cab I felt conflicted. Hauling my bags out, I spotted my Uber and embarked on the beginning of my adventure in this foreign land. As I navigated the unfamiliar city, crowds of strangers rushed around me, a stark contrast to the quaint village I had left behind. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of my family and the life I had known. Summoning a deep breath, I decided to video call my parents
Xander (A few days later)... The fluorescent lights above my desk cast a sterile glow on the clutter of paperwork that had taken over my workspace. The international expansion of our business had unleashed a relentless surge of tasks and responsibilities. With the addition of numerous personal and pack-owned ventures, my days had transformed into a chaotic whirlwind of decision-making and strategic planning with no time for a breath. I sighed and pressed my fingers against my temples, feeling the beginnings of a tension headache. The plush leather chair in my CMH Industries office did not help with the kinks in my brain. As I contemplated the growing stack of documents, my office door swung open with a nonchalant disregard for privacy. “When are you people going to learn to knock? I thought we covered all of that at Alpha Academy!” I couldn’t help but quip, a blend of exasperation and affection in my voice. Alex, my best friend and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack entered with his
Aarya Time had flown by, and I had already spent over a month in the United States. Adjusting to a new educational system and way of life was quite the challenge, but having Steven, Lea, and Nyx by my side had made it a lot easier. They had become my pillars of support, helping me cope with the homesickness and the cultural differences. When the festival of Diwali arrived, homesickness struck me hard. In response, the trio of my newfound friends took me to a nearby Indian restaurant. The food might not have matched my mother’s culinary magic, but the taste still carried a slice of home. Following dinner, we embarked on a leisurely drive in Steven’s car, culminating in a night spent by the beach. It was in those moments that I realized they had evolved into more than just friends; they were my chosen family, my confidants, and the people I instinctively trusted. Presently, I found myself sitting through one of my less engaging classes, my mind wandering through the events that had un