Heart of a rogue

* Chapter 13

Declan's inhibitions slipped further away as he deepened the kiss, his movements becoming more intense and passionate. With a surge of desire, he lifted Nova up and pressed her against the door, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace.

Their kiss was fervent and consuming, fueled by the intoxicating blend of alcohol and raw desire. Nova responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around Declan's neck as she surrendered to the moment. Her scent became stronger, more willing and eager. Nova's desire was palpable, her scent a heady mixture of need and longing that hung thick in the air. The primal urge to provide for her Alpha and mate with him pulsed through her veins, driving her to seek out fulfillment with a relentless intensity.

In that dizzying haze of alcohol and lust, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the primal connection between them. For a fleeting moment, they were lost in each other, consumed by the intensity of their shared desire.

But as the kiss lingered, a flicker of doubt crept into Declan's mind, a nagging sense of guilt that tugged at his conscience. Taking control of his wolf he cursed out loud. With a sudden surge of clarity, he pulled away from Nova, his chest heaving with exertion and conflict.

"I can't," he breathed, his voice strained with emotion. "I'm sorry, Nova. I can't do this. My wolf... He-..."

Nova's expression wavered between confusion and disappointment, but she nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "I understand."

Declan lowered her gently to the ground, his gaze heavy with remorse as he stepped back, putting some distance between them. With a final, apologetic glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Nova alone with her thoughts.

Upon reaching home, he hurled the vase at the entrance, its crash against the wall echoing his seething anger. With force, he slammed the door shut behind him. ''Fuck...'' He cursed and slid down against the door. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck.'' 

Why is it that he struggles so much to tame the wildness within him? His inner wolf seems to be acting up, ignoring its rightful partner, Lucille, and showing interest in Nova instead. Why won't it heed its natural instincts and bond with its rightful mate?

Could his wolf's single-minded focus on mating and ensuring the continuation of their line be causing it to overlook its barren mate? "Damn," I murmured quietly to myself, feeling a surge of panic. I need to regain control. This situation must never repeat itself.

....

A few days later

Lucille's POV

"So, any updates on the sorceress?" I inquired, casting my gaze across the team tasked with uncovering any leads. "Anything at all? A whisper? A rumor? Nothing?" My questions hung in the air, met only with vacant stares.

Alani, Joshua, Abel, and the three others had been dispatched to neighboring packs in search of any shred of information regarding the sorceress. Yet, time and again, they returned empty-handed. Three weeks had passed since their quest began, but still, nothing materialized.

With a frustrated groan, I suggested, "My parents had to know something. Let's start there." I directed Joshua to initiate contact with my father, as the mere thought of doing so filled me with reluctance.

The frustration weighed heavily upon us, we knew so little. The very land itself seemed to groan with agony, its once vibrant essence waning as the darkness encroached, consuming all in its path. With each passing day, the grip of decay tightened, claiming the life force of everything it touched. If Leo was alive, he would have been able to tell me more.