I sat in my private jet, the anticipation of reaching Canada and finding Aurora grew with each passing moment. The familiar hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop to my restless thoughts, the urgency of our mission propelling me forward.In the werewolf wolf, the notion of private jets is virtually unheard of. Most alphas, if not all, prefer to rely on their innate abilities, harnessing the speed and agility of their wolf forms to traverse vast distances with ease. With our powerful muscles and keen senses, werewolves are capable of moving at incredible speeds, making us unmatched in terms of agility and swiftness. We could cover miles upon miles in just a few minutes. For generations, alphas have relied on this natural advantage to navigate our territories, rarely venturing beyond the borders of our own countries. In our wolf forms, we can cover great distances in a fraction of the time it would take a human to travel, allowing us to patrol our territories and respond to t

Aurora’s POV Stepping into my tattoo shop felt like stepping into a different world, a world where I was in control, where I was the master of my own destiny. A world where I am the boss of myself where no one could order me around. No one could threaten me with punishment or even try to intimidate me. The familiar sights and sounds of the shop enveloped me, a sense of nostalgia washing over me as I took in the familiar surroundings. The painting is my favorite color in the whole world. Pink. I mean, I just adore this color. The scent of ink and antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the sound of buzzing tattoo machines and the low hum of conversation. It was a world that I had missed dearly during my time away, a world where I was free to express myself and create art without constraint.As I stood behind the counter, surveying the shop with a sense of pride, my two employees entered with a bottle of champagne in hand, their faces lit up with excitement. I stare at Lynn and Oliv

Aurora’s POV I entered my apartment, a sense of unease crept over me, prickling at the back of my neck like unseen fingers. Despite the silence of the empty space, my instincts screamed that I wasn't alone.With cautious steps, I placed my bag on the table, keeping my senses alert for any signs of intrusion. I flicked on the lights, half-expecting to be greeted by a lurking figure or a sudden attack, but the room remained still and empty.Frowning, I scanned the shadows, my muscles tense with anticipation. I inhaled deeply, searching for any unfamiliar scents that might betray the presence of an intruder, but the air was devoid of anything out of the ordinary. Leo was asleep. The tension ebbed from my frame replaced by a wave of frustration, I let out a sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. Perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, or the lingering effects of a long day. Or Eva’s scare that she could feel Alpha Caden close by. He isn’t here. Whatever the case, I chi

Aurora’s POV Aurora's eyes locked onto mine, her expression a tumultuous mix of shock and indignation, I maintained my cool demeanor, my features a mask of nonchalance that belied the turmoil roiling beneath the surface."You're here. What a parasite," she stated, her voice taut with restrained anger. "What are you doing here?"I arched an eyebrow, the corner of my lips twitching in a sardonic smirk. "Seems like I could ask you the same question. Running away, Aurora? I didn't take you for the fleeing type."Her jaw clenched, the muscles working visibly beneath the surface as she squared her shoulders, her defiance palpable in the air. She used to be like this since she was younger but around her late teenage years, she became mild. Probably her parents. "I didn't run away," she shot back, her words laced with venom. "I left because I needed space. Privacy. To be alone! To leave you! Something you clearly don't understand.”I scoffed, the sound sharp and biting in the quiet of the r

Aurora’s POV Fear, excitement, and a strange sense of anticipation intertwine, creating a potent cocktail of sensations that leaves me feeling dizzy and disoriented.But even as my protests slip through my lips, my heart starts to thump wildly, and a new pulse I've never felt before pounds behind my clit. In a sick, twisted way, the idea excites me, igniting a fire within that I can't seem to quell. It's as though a primal instinct has been awakened, urging me to surrender to his will.Alpha Caden looks bored, like I'm too stupid for him to engage with, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—a hunger that mirrors my own, albeit in a more predatory manner. It's unsettling yet strangely exhilarating, and I find myself nodding before my brain can fully sign off on it. It's as if there's a visceral urge deep within my being, so desperate that it speaks on my behalf, urging me to succumb to his desires. To whatever this weird thing is about between us. I want to explore it m