MY WOLF HEART

"No, Kael. Don't say that. You're

ng grew labored, his body trembling with pain. Anaiah's despair deepened, her

r leaving Anaiah's face. He knew that he had lost her, that her heart now belonged to K

s closed, his chest still. Anaiah's wail of grief shook the forest, h

comfort her, to ease her pain. He lay down beside her, his body war

rough the forest as they mourned the loss of one of their own. Rogue King, listening f

And in that moment, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The pack would move on, but the memory of Kael would never be forgotte

aws clenched into fists. "You took everything from me," she growled, her voice lo

or-sharp. She struck, her claws raking across his chest, leaving deep gashes that oo

him food and water, leaving him to starve and thirst. She hung him from the ceiling, his paws bound by heavy

ith a twisted sense of justice. But Anaiah didn't care. She w

dy withered away, his fur matted and filthy, his eyes sunken and emp

he closure she craved. Rogue King's suffering wasn't easing her pain or bringing Kael back. And so,

mplete, but at what cost? She looked around at her pack mates, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. And in

On the o

I sense that you are troubled. Your mate, Anaiah, is still grieving for Kael, and your union remains unconsummate

Mind your own business, Cleopatra. My relat

pack's well-being. Anaiah is a young and fertile she-wolf. If you do not clai

n hesitant to approach Anaiah, given her lingering grief for Kael. But the old she-wolf

in her eyes, a spark that had not yet been extinguished. "Anaiah, my mate," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "

und. But then, she looked up at Amos, a hint of determinatio

is cubs, but he couldn't help feeling hurt that her decision was solely for the pack's benefit. He

aiah's heart still belonged to Kael and that it would take time for her to heal. He wanted

en would you like to start our family? I want to mak

se in her eyes. "You're not going to...force me

lled with sincerity. "I promise, I will never force you. I want our bond to be bui

her lips. "Thank you, Amos," she said, her voice fil

tiently, for Anaiah's heart to heal, for her to come to

ntrol, causing her to switch between her human and wolf forms unpredictably. One moment she would be wal

a fierce snarl. Amos tried to be patient, but even he couldn't calm her temper. She would lash out at

that left Amos aghast. He tried to reason with her, to persuade her to eat more civilized fare, but

to return covered in mud and blood, her eyes gleaming with a wild light. Amos knew she was hunting, and he knew he

new that she was not herself, that the pregnancy was driving her to behave in ways she never would have before. And so he w

pain. Amos held her close, his heart racing with excitement and fear. Finally, after what seemed

exhausted but triumphant. "They're beautiful

elling with pride. "They're perfect," he said, his

them, and teaching them how to hunt and play. Anaiah was a devoted mother, fiercely prot

sa, Amos's former mistress, had always harbored a secret obsession with him. And now, with

ning with false friendship. "Congratulations, Amos," she said, her voi

or motives, welcomed her with a warm

g off about Lisa, something that didn't add up. She kept a close eye o

nd her behavior more erratic. Anaiah's suspicions grew, but Amos r

. Anaiah, sensing her presence, sprang into action, her fur standing on end, her teeth ba

a cold, calculating glint. "You'll never stop

off, their fur entwined, their teeth locked in a fierce struggle. Amos, finally r