This book is a continuation of the first book 'Rise of the New Moon'...
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he de...
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AN: I'm sorry about the delay.
Something happened that made me stop writing this story.
But at the end of the day, this is my baby. I had spent countless hours and all my free time on this book.
So I say fuck with them!
I won't let anyone step on my hard work.
If you had read before, I'm writing this book as a therapy for my depression; sadly, someone decided to mess with it, and it took me a while to get over it.
Now finally, I'm back.
Triple update...ENJOY MY SWEETHEARTS! ☺️
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Aiyden
As we stepped into the Pack Hospital, the air grew heavy with despair. The sterile corridors led us to the ICU—Dr—Johnson's battleground. There, in the waiting room, we encountered Rexx, his mate.
His spirit was shattered, mirroring the ache in my own heart. With Star's guidance, I made a desperate decision: I'd mind-link with my baby brother and Elder Ruth, temporarily severing the connection with my mate and Onix.
Trayvon's voice trembled as he met our eyes. "Dr. Johnson needs us," he said, the weight of sorrow palpable.
Elder Ruth's voice echoed through our link: "We lack the power to heal, but we can channel our energy—it might help."
Star chimed in through our link, uncertain: "We can merge our energies, but will it be enough? His mate must mark him, though I fear it won't be enough."
Grateful, I whispered to my wolf, "Thank you, Star." Star nodded.
Star and I severed our link with our mates as haunting visions surfaced. Beside me, Trayvon's presence echoed my turmoil—he, too, was haunted by the same nightmares. Our bond pulsed with shared pain, a tangible force transcending mere brotherhood.
When Trayvon and I were bonded and claimed by our mates, the ties that bound us as brothers seemed to weave even tighter, reinforcing a connection that predated our werewolf identities.
The day he had been a whirlwind of stress and overwhelming emotions. I hoped Johnson, now marked by his mate Rexx, would find recovery. His past traumas and current situation ensured it wouldn't be easy.
The Omega had been alone before, but now, with the backing of his mate and our Pack, perhaps he'd find the strength to heal. Yet, I knew from experience that Carl's road ahead would be challenging, even with all the support we could offer.
And now, as I drove through the city on a date with my handsome mate, his hand on my stomach revealed his knowledge of my pregnancy—catching me off guard.
Fear clawed at my chest, doubts racing like wildfire through my mind. What if Marcos wasn't ready for the pitter-patter of tiny paws? What if he deemed it too soon in our fledgling relationship
Countless questions—some comforting, most not—swirled within me. But then he spoke, his voice a lifeline: "My love, I'm not just happy; I'm overjoyed! I soar higher than the stars. Why would you think otherwise?" I cast him a shy glance.
"Well... umm... I thought it was premature." Marcos shook his head, arms enveloping my waist like a protective shield, pulling me into a kiss as fierce as a summer storm.
In that moment, fears and stress melted away. Marcos radiated joy, lifting me to cloud nine. I longed for pups with my Alpha, a family I'd once been too terrified to dream of. Marcos drove for nearly an hour as we wove through the city's labyrinth until we reached the forest's edge. He parked his car beside a dirt road, and as I watched him, he turned in his seat, retrieving something from his pocket before looking at me. "Wear this, baby. I want our destination to be a surprise, no peeking," he said.
I was filled with anticipation, agreeing with a nod. He restarted the car and drove a bit further into the forest. With gentle care, he removed the blindfold from my eyes. I could hear his heart beating fast as he eagerly awaited my reaction.
I blinked a few times, allowing my eyes to adjust. As I looked at my surroundings, I was amazed by the sight of the beautiful house in front of us. I found myself breathless in awe. I turned back to Marcos, my eyes wide with surprise.
He cleared his throat, a hint of shyness in his voice, "Do you like it?" I was overwhelmed with emotion, nodding eagerly, unable to express the surge of happiness inside me.
My mate took a deep breath, holding my hands in his. His eyes, filled with love, met mine. He then explained that he had asked a friend who owned a small construction company to build the house.
Overwhelmed, I threw myself into his arms and cried. Between sobs, I expressed my gratitude. This was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me. "Thank you, love...thank you for this beautiful house."
But I was unaware that more surprises were in store for me inside the house. After he helped me out of the car, he held my hand a little longer, pausing to admire my appearance with such love and desire that it made my knees weak.
I knew I had gained a few pounds, and my complexion was glowing. It filled me with joy that my mate liked what he saw.
Taking a deep breath, I looked deeply into my mate's eyes, my voice heavy with emotions. I said to Marcos, "I love it, love...I can't quite express what I'm feeling right now." I chuckled, sniffled, and tried to wipe away my tears, causing my mate's smile to widen.
Overwhelmed, I launched into his embrace, tears cascading down my cheeks. Amidst my sobs, I expressed my gratitude.
This—the most heartfelt gesture anyone had ever shown me—would forever be imprinted on my heart.
"Thank you, my love," I murmured. "Thank you for this beautiful house."...
