(Magana)Yadiel’s mothers perception:Entering the dining room, I stand before a grand oak table that could easily accommodate fifty guests, if we were ever to host such a large gathering. Janice is seated to the right of my son, exactly where she belongs as his mate.I can't bring myself to break their bond, so I lied about the possibility of severing it. I refuse to let him pursue those pure-blood females, having endured enough of their father's pursuit of such women. Everyone believes that Alpha Simmons was responsible for his death - and while that may be partly true, I must confess that I weakened my mate with a potion, ensuring he would be easily defeated. I couldn't bear the pain of his infidelities any longer.My gaze roamed the table, and I could feel the fury brewing deep within me as I locked eyes with her. Another reminder of my dead mates continual affairs with other she wolves, sitting here as a pawn in my son's intricate game. I refused to dwell on her presence for long.

Melania’s Perspective-"Stop it!" I hissed to my best friend Linda, trying to keep my voice low. "You're frightening my sister. She should be celebrating; she's been waiting for her wolf longer than any of her peers. Can't you just dial it back a bit?"I observed Linda attempting to draw deep breaths, well-known for her susceptibility to panic attacks. My gaze shifted toward her mate, silently pleading for them to escort her to a different room. I echoed the request through our mind link—a unique connection the healer and I shared with others, excluding our mates, until the bond was fully formed.I gently nudged my father aside and knelt before my sister's wolf, establishing a mental link wi

Sapphires Perspective: Morgana is a formidable presence, one that shouldn't be trifled with, and with Crystal being the chosen prodigy, her role may prove critical in the imminent war. At sixteen, Crystal's turbulent emotions leave her vulnerable—ripe for manipulation, susceptible to coaxed into a misguided quest for exaggerated vengeance.I had to conceal her presence from Morgana—mentally and physically. If Morgana infiltrated Crystal's mind, she could dominate her body. I was determined to prevent that at all costs.I had to weave a magical shroud over Crystal's mind to ensure only I could penetrate it. With a sigh, I faced the day I hoped would never dawn in my time, yet here it was&mda

From Stephanie's point of view:Brock had included me in every decision, treating me with equal regard, and it made me feel cherished deeply. If he hadn't already captured my heart, this certainly sealed it. Post-meeting, I whisked him away to his bedroom, promptly shutting and locking the door behind us, my arms encircling his neck in an intimate embrace."Thank you for involving me in all the meetings and decisions," I said, gazing up at him, my eyes brimming with both love and desire. But then Brock spoke, shattering the moment."It's only natural, you are the Luna of our pack, after all." Those few words felt like ice water to my emotions. My arms fell away from his neck as I retreated and stepped through the door, a cold realization settling in. I had been foolish to believe he saw me as his true partner, when, in reality, he was still seeking a Luna to command and produce offspring. It's not the idea of having children that I oppose, but rather the thought of being subservient r

Brock’s Perspective: I was baffled at how my mate shifted from seething anger to an eager desire to mate. I wouldn't question this unexpected turn of fortune. In gratitude, I offered silent thanks to the moon goddess for her positive gift.Without hesitation, driven by a distrust of interruptions, I quickly stripped off her clothes, then shed my own. A giggle escaped her, amused by my fervent haste—a desire that had been smoldering since the day she dashed away with her resume in hand.Gently placing Stephanie on the bed, I hovered over her, eager to lavish my attention on her generous curves. Suddenly, a persistent knock, knock, knock intruded upon us. I brushed off the relentless tapping