SLADEAllegra was at it again, spamming my inbox and sending my warriors to me. I suppose I owe her one last visit to let her know she’d been correct and I found my half-blood mate just like she said I would, but the past week has been filled with lots of events and I barely have time for anything. There is so much to do in such little time. It’s been from one meeting to the other and seeing Allegra seemed like the least important. She’d helped me find my mate but I don’t owe her any form of gratitude, or did she think we’d be friends because of that?I turned on flight mode and tucked my phone back into my pockets. When I look up, I find everyone staring at me. I’d called a meeting between my pack elders, the werewolf council, and the higher-ranked members of Dark Wolf. A meeting that should have ended thirty minutes ago ended up dragging longer than I would have liked. As much as I avoided the issue of providing a Luna for my pack, I knew I couldn’t hold it off any much longer, some

DARYL“You pathetic loser, you look like shit,” that voice, a voice I’d loved before but now sounded like needles piercing my skin. My arms shut up to block the light reflecting in my cell where I sat crouched against the wall.I could neither turn left nor right for lack of adequate space to do so. It appears as though this particular cell was designed specifically for me. In here, every minute felt like an hour and time passed without being able to tell if it was day or night. No matter the weather, the ground is always wet. I hated small spaces, but I didn’t know which was worse; spending days in this cell or the agonizing screams from the other cells, half of whom were my people – members of Lakewood pack that had managed to get into Dark Wolf’s bad books.I was covered in my own vomit and faeces, they left me in this cold dark cell with little ventilation to die. The iron bars were made of silver, even breathing was torture. What was my crime? I’d kissed a girl that was supposed

SLADEA thousand and one thoughts danced in my head, but one stood out above the others – I was going to be a father. In all the years I’d ruled as alpha of Dark Wolf, nothing made me nervous. I have taken more spontaneous decisions than deliberate ones because being an alpha meant I had to deliver on the spot. Right now, however, I was swept up by a wave of emotions, nervousness being one of them.After Lucinda placed that curse on me that turned my whole life around, I’d assumed the urge to wage war on every witch alive till the last. I’d started to, but in a few days, I figured I was doing more harm than good, plus wiping out the entire generation of witches was not going to provide a solution to my predicament. I’d finally accepted my fate and concentrated more on providing an heir before my demise.Ladies were readily available, they came in their numbers, irrespective of tribe or color, but none could carry my seed. I didn’t put much effort into finding a mate till it became qui

ARIASomething was wrong. The way he'd dashed out of the penthouse told me that things were far from okay. I thought he was overdoing it by moving his work home to keep an eye on me. It's not like I was invalid or in some kind of trouble, and I didn't like that the whole atmosphere was strained and awkward while he was around, but I became overly worried when he left.Mostly, I hated sitting back and not knowing what was going on with him and not being able to help out. I was worried that I'd spend the next nine months being treated like a prisoner, or that I'd always be a weakling in a pack of mighty werewolves, and my job ends at carrying a child for their alpha. I could do more than that.The pack doctor advised that I exercised regularly, but my mate's idea of exercising involved walking around his rather large penthouse. He offered to set up a gym in the penthouse if it was absolutely necessary, so long as I don't get to leave the house. He was doing too much, and I'm not exactly

I blinked and snapped my hands back, regaining control of my body in a matter of seconds. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but Slade's blaring ringtone saved me from answering all the questions that hung in the air. To my horror, he pressed the red button and returned his attention to me."Ari, have you ever communicated with your wolf?" He picked me up carefully from my lying position to deposit me on the sofa. I should just tell him I was as surprised as he was, but I didn't want him to know my wolf had spoken to him even before she spoke to me. My struggle for the right words to evade the question coincidentally led my eyes to rest on his lips, and I had to fight the urge to press mine against them. How did they manage to look so rough but felt really soft against mine? His ringtone came to my rescue again, blaring me out of my thoughts.Slade cursed, pulling the phone to stare at the screen with an obvious irritation. When he pulled away from me to take the call, I felt