Third POVThe entire King City glowed a golden hue in the setting sun, once one of the continent's most dazzling landmarks. All shapeshifters had yearned for this land, but it had gradually lost its luster.The temperature in the square was pleasant, as tonight would be the last full moon before autumn arrives. It was the perfect time for a wolf to unleash their greatest power.Simon was clad in a deep red robe adorned with intricately arranged gems. He was so ready for that golden crown, all he had to do was wait for the night to come. In the moonlight, he would ascend as the new king.At least, that's what he believed.The square was surrounded by several circles of soldiers armed with custom-made firearms, a mixture of bear and wolf army members.A few werewolves tried to resist this absurd scene, proclaiming that they wouldn't tolerate bears defiling their homeland. Their protests were silenced by a few bullets. The bodies were removed, and absolute silence fell over the square.K
Third POVThe witches focused all their attention on Harper. One of the taller women waved her arms and perked up. Immediately afterward, Harper got the feeling of weightlessness. Time and space were frozen. Harper knew she was locked. For just a moment, she lost all sense of her body except for her last remnant consciousness.A faint and muffled cry came through, " Harper--!"Harper knew that it was Wyatt. She tried to turn around, but like a bug in honey, her limbs couldn't break free of the heavy air around her. Wyatt's voice faded until Harper heard a muffled blow, accompanied by Wyatt's hiss, and Harper's breath caught in her throat.Harper begins to struggle as hard as he can, in vain.Just do something.Harper bites her tongue until she tastes blood. The sting brought her some sensation back. The moans of the wolves in pain reached her ears more clearly. harper thought about what the elder Aldricus had said, the power of the mind and soul. It was hard for her to discern how the
Third POVThe corridors of the busy medical stations were filled with a sense of urgency as Harper went about her duties."Harper," a voice beckoned, "this patient's wounds require attention." Harper nodded in acknowledgment, her hands deftly changing an IV bag before pushing a medical cart through the labyrinthine corridors of the wards.In the aftermath of a devastating conflict sparked by Simon, the once vibrant King City was now in chaos. The haze of smoke lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the scars left by the fighting on the streets.King City's infirmary was stretched to its limits by the number of wounded, making medical resources a precious commodity. Wyatt set up makeshift medical stations in the palace to extend aid to those with less serious injuries.While still on her path to full recovery, Harper's steadfast determination prompted Wyatt to concede, granting her the role of a temporary nurse.As weeks of hard work pass, Harper and the Healers tirelessly patch u
Warning: This chapter contains explicit language and mature content. Third POV Wyatt felt the heat building in his groin when he saw the vague desire coursing through Harper's bright emerald eyes as well. They hadn't had more than a kiss to touch in a long time, not since the war had happened. And at this moment, When he once again fully encircled Harper completely in his arms, their bodies pressed against each other. He could feel every rise and fall in the lines of her body, and the constant rise and fall of her breathing from the kiss she had just received, the constant scent of her body. They were all seducing him. Part of his body ached from the swelling, and his eyes, deep with desire, leaked all his thoughts. "Harper," Wyatt's voice was tight and low, "I think we should go back to the bedroom." Both of them could hear each other's heartbeats growing stronger. There was a wonderful electric current between their bodies. Harper opened her mouth slightly, her voice trem
Third POVThe faint light of dawn seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft shadows on the floor. Everything was so tranquil. Harper woke up first, she was tightly enveloped in Wyatt's arms.Six past five in the morning, the clock on the wall read.Harper felt that this was the best sleep she had had in a while. She gently pulled Wyatt's arm away from her and attempted to leave the bed without making any noise.She failed at the first step. The mattress creaked. And she heard Wyatt's soft laughter behind her. "Morning, puppy."His voice was slightly husky from just waking up, which made it sound particularly alluring. Harper felt a little embarrassed as she turned to meet Wyatt's deep gaze.The deep green silk sheet rested lightly on his waist. He lazily propped his head up on his arm, revealing his broad shoulders and chiseled chest and abs, the toned lines of which extended to where the covers covered them. "Where are you going, honey?"Harper cleared her throat, trying
Third POVWyatt's attention was completely captured by the woman in front of him. He surveyed her carefully. She bore a striking resemblance to Harper, only slightly older. Anyone who had seen these two women could easily deduce their relationship.Her deep green eyes were a shade darker than Harper's, exuding elegance and nobility. The hushed whispers behind him grew louder. If the guests weren't as shocked as he was, they were even more astonished."The pleasure is all mine, Sofia," Wyatt extended his right hand to Sofia, completing the friendly handshake. He invited her to sit down and the murmur in the room grew louder.No one could ignore an immensely powerful witch, least of all the werewolves.When a maid approached Sofia with a cup of tea, she stumbled and almost spilled the hot tea all over Sofia's shoulder. But Sofia simply waved her hand and the cup floated back to her, defying gravity."I'm so sorry, Lady Sofia," the maid said nervously."It's all right, darling." Sofia's
Third POVSofia's tears fell softly as she turned her face away to wipe them. When she finally looked back, her features regained their composure, an air of softness settling over her. "I don't know if she wants to," she said.Wyatt's gaze was gentle. "Shall I go tell her you're here?" His tone carried a comforting reassurance.A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sofia's lips, though her eyes shimmered with doubt. "Do you think she'll be happy? No, I'm so foolish... Perhaps she'll despise me. It's only fitting."Wyatt's voice carried a note of conviction. "I can sense her feelings, and I assure you, it won't be as you fear. Trust me and the bond between me and Harper's wolf." His words filled the space, brimming with certainty. "She longs for you."Sofia's laughter rang. Tears, this time born of joy, traced a path down her cheeks. "Then please, go and tell my girl that her mother has returned.""Of course," Wyatt responded, a playful glint in his eye. He added, "Consider it done. I
Third POVHarper gently turned her neck from side to side, feeling the tension ease from her muscles. She shrugged off her work overalls, revealing a simple yet elegant dress underneath. She had a date with Sofia tonight, and she didn't want to keep her waiting.She dashed towards the meeting point, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sofia's radiant smile. But when she arrived, she found no one there. Harper checked her watch, furrowing her brows at the numbers; they had already passed the agreed-upon time."Weird, Mom's never late," Harper murmured as she moved on, heading towards Sofia’s workplace. Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the figure in front of her until she bumped into a solid chest."Ow," Harper rubbed her nose and looked up to see Wyatt gazing down at her with a smirk."Fancy meeting you here, Puppy.""Wyatt? What are you doing here?"Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "Someone was taking forever to see me, so I decided to track her down.""Sorry," Harper said somewhat sheepis