THIRD PERSON’S POV
Chapter 10
In the early days of their youth, Preston and Gwen found solace in the quiet corners of Westbrook, where the world seemed to slow down and their friendship blossomed like the wildflowers around them. One afternoon, they escaped to a secluded meadow where rare bluebells swayed in the breeze.
Gwen’s eyes lit up with delight as she stumbled upon the patch of bluebells, her laughter ringing out like music in Preston’s ears. He couldn’t resist the urge to see her smile, so he gathered a bouquet of the delicate blooms, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. “For you,” he murmured, presenting the flowers to her with a shy smile.
Gwen’s face lit up with joy as she accepted the bouquet, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting touch that sent a thrill through Preston’s veins. “Oh, Preston, they’re beautiful,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. She twirled amidst the blossoms, her laughter echoing through the quiet meadow, and Preston couldn’t help but join in, caught up in the magic of the moment.
As they sat together in the shade of an old oak tree, Gwen turned to Preston with a soft smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering with unspoken affection. She reached out, placing her hand over his, their fingers entwining in a silent promise of friendship and deeper
connection.
Years later, their idyllic world shattered when Gwen received the fateful news–she had a mate from another pack, and their bond was undeniable. Preston stood rooted in disbelief as Gwen struggled to explain, her voice thick with sorrow. “I have to go,” she pleaded softly. “I can’t stay.
Preston.”
Preston felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him, the weight of heartache settling heavily in his chest. He watched helplessly as Gwen walked away, her silhouette fading into the distance. The emptiness that followed was a bitter reminder of lost dreams and shattered
promises.
In the aftermath of Gwen’s departure, Preston buried himself in the responsibility of leading the Cold Moon Pack, his heart guarded against further pain. When fate introduced him to Marcia, a spirited young woman whose presence brought both solace and confusion, Preston found himself grappling with conflicting emotions.
Despite the undeniable bond they shared, Preston struggled to reconcile his lingering. attachment to Gwen with the growing affection he felt for Marcia. He treated Marcia with a cool detachment, unable to fully embrace their connection out of fear that history would repeat itself.
But amidst the tumult of his heart, there were fleeting moments when Preston’s resolve faltered. He would catch himself drawn to Marcia’s laughter or the warmth in her eyes, his denial giving way to a growing awareness of her importance in his life.
Just as Preston began to convince himself that he could bury the past, fate dealt him another unexpected blow. Gwen returned to Westbrook with her young daughter, Tricia, in tow–a sweet–natured child who bore a striking resemblance to her mother.
Preston, torn between duty and unresolved feelings, welcomed Gwen and Tricia back into his life
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with a mixture of compassion and confusion. He shielded them from the scrutiny of the pack, weaving a delicate web of lies and half–truths to protect their fragile peace.
And now, inside their quarters at the heart of the pack house, Alpha Preston and Marcia, his Luna, stood locked in a tense and volatile confrontation. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken grievances and the crackle of alpha dominance.
“I won’t let you leave, Marcia,” Preston declared; his voice a harsh growl that reverberated off the walls. His eyes blazed with a dangerous mix of anger and possessiveness. “You belong here. won’t shun you after
with me. The Cold Moon Pack is your home. Do you think Ashenwood
knowing you are nothing but a wolfless woman?”
However, Marcia met his intense gaze with steely defiance, her resolve unwavering despite the storm brewing around them. “I’ve made my decision, Preston,” she retorted firmly, her voice tinged with frustration. “Ashenwood Town is where I need to be. It is better there than stay in misery in your pack!”
Preston’s jaw clenched, his frustration boiling over into a tempest of alpha authority. “You think you can just walk away from me? You are nothing! You are wolfless, Marcia!” He demanded, advancing towards her with purposeful strides. His alpha power surged around them, a tangible force that sought to bend her to his will.
Marcia held her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance as she backed away slightly, her suitcase gripped tightly in her hand. “I’m not your possession, Alpha,” she shot back, her voice laced with indignation. “I have the right to choose my own path.”
Preston’s control slipped further, his alpha instincts pushing him beyond reason. With a sudden surge of raw power, he seized Marcia with his arm, his grip firm and commanding. “Listen to me,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You’re making a mistake. You’ll regret leaving me.”
Marcia struggled against his grasp, fear, and frustration mingling in her eyes as she tried to free herself. “Let go of me, Preston,” she demanded, her voice rising with a mix of anger and desperation. “You can’t force me to stay.”
But Preston’s grip tightened, his alpha authority asserting itself with unwavering force. “Your belong to me, Marcia,” he growled, his voice filled with possessive determination. “You don’t get to decide this.”
In that charged moment, as the tension between them reached a breaking point, Preston’s alpha power erupted in a violent surge that sent shockwaves through the pack house. The air crackled. with energy, every member of the Cold Moon Pack feeling the seismic shift in their alpha’s authority.
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Marcia’S POV
