Kieran stood at the edge of the porch, watching Seraphina's figure disappear into the distance. He sighed, then turned and walked back into the mansion, heading towards his study. The room was filled with books, maps, and various weapons mounted on the walls—a testament to his role as Delta of the pack.He sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, dipping his quill into the ink pot. He began to write, his handwriting precise and bold:---*Alpha Marcus,**Your message has been received. We stand ready to support you in ensuring Zyra’s safety. Our pack members will be prepared to accompany you to the birthday ceremony tomorrow. We understand the importance of this mission and are committed to its success. Can’t wait to see the reaction of them losers**Until then,***Kieran**---Satisfied with his letter, Kieran folded the parchment neatly and sealed it with the pack’s emblem. He walked over to the cage on his desk, where a sleek black bird sat perched, its intelligent

Kieran and Seraphina carried their freshly cooked pasta from the kitchen to the dining room, the warm aroma of their meal filling the air. The dining room, usually bustling with pack members, was quieter now, but a few people were still around, passing through or chatting in small groups.As they set the table and took their seats, Elara and Ryan, two pack members, walked by and noticed them. Elara raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.“Hey, who cooked? The maids?” Elara asked, her tone light and teasing.Seraphina shook her head, a proud smile spreading across her face. “Nope, we did! Kieran and I made this,” she said, gesturing to the plates of pasta.Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, and he exchanged a glance with Elara. “Seriously? You two cooked this?” he asked, clearly impressed.“Yep, it was a team effort,” Kieran added with a grin, feeling a sense of pride swell within him.Elara and Ryan shared a look before nodding and taking seats at the table. “Well, we have t

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Alpha Grayson’s bedroom. His wife, Mrs. Grayson, had been up for hours, meticulously planning a surprise for his birthday. She tiptoed around the room, arranging the final touches of the breakfast tray she prepared herself. It was filled with all of his favorites: freshly baked croissants, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a steaming pot of coffee. A small bouquet of flowers adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance to the heartfelt gesture.“Happy birthday, my love,” she whispered softly as she leaned over and kissed his forehead, gently waking him from his slumber. Alpha Grayson stirred, blinking his eyes open, and a smile spread across his face as he realized what day it was.“Good morning,” he replied, his voice still heavy with sleep. “This is quite a wake-up call.”Mrs. Grayson beamed at him, her eyes twinkling with love and excitement. “You deserve every bit of it. And there’s more to come.”Jus

As the group made their way back through the woods, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and tension. The journey was swift, the members of Marcus's pack moving with practiced ease through the familiar terrain. The sun had set, casting the landscape in hues of twilight, as they finally arrived at the imposing gates of Marcus’s mansion.The grand structure loomed ahead, its impressive facade illuminated by soft lights that gave it a warm and welcoming glow. Marcus, leading the group, glanced back at Zyra, who walked beside him with a composed expression. Despite the events of the evening, she held her head high, a testament to her inner strength.As they approached the mansion, the gates swung open to reveal the pack members standing in formation, awaiting their Alpha’s return. The atmosphere was one of reverent anticipation. Murmurs spread through the crowd as they saw Zyra at Marcus’s side. Marcus raised his hand, and silence fell over the assembly."Tonight, we welc

As Alpha Cade made his way to his room, he couldn't help but agree with Lukas, though he hated to admit it. Lukas was right; Cade thought he was the one who had done the most damage. The memories of how he treated Zyra flooded his mind. He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts, and poured the remaining alcohol from his bottle into his mouth."Ya’ll are petty! How could you be scared of that little thing called Zyra!" he yelled aloud, running his hand through his hair in frustration. As he headed towards the bathroom, contemplating spending the rest of the night drunk in the bathtub, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He frowned, annoyed at the persistent knocking."Haven't you guys had enough?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. The knocking continued, and with a sigh, he walked to the door to see who it was. When he opened it, he found Aria standing there with an unreadable expression on her face."Hey..." he greeted softly."Hi..." she replied quietly, her