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[Jade’s pov]

After my transformation into a white lycan, a surge of exhilaration coursed through me, and I couldn't help but revel in the newfound power. Hell yeah! Now nobody could make me feel bad. It was a moment of awe when I witnessed my brother, Zilver, also shifting into a majestic black lycan wolf.

I had no idea why he was a black wolf but perhaps he was right about anyone not possessing a white wolf. The realisation that we now shared this extraordinary bond as lycan siblings, it filled me with an overwhelming sense of connection. I finally had a brother now, my own biological sibling upon whom I could rely.

Together, our howls harmonized, resounding through the villa and striking fear into the hearts of the guards. Without hesitation, we leaped over the imposing fence, our powerful bodies landing gracefully on the other side. The forest beckoned, and we wasted no time, running side by side, eager to test the limits of my newfound strength.

As we raced through the dense foliage near his villa, Zilver stayed close to me as we ran in our wolf form. His presence was a comforting assurance of our unbreakable bond. The thrill of running as a lycan, unshackled from the confines of humanity, was beyond anything I had ever experienced. Every sense heightened, every movement of mine became fluid and instinctive.

We explored the depths of the forest, running through its intricate pathways with agility and at a fast pace. The night soon fell and the moon cast its radiant glow upon us, illuminating our wild spirits running in the night. I had never enjoyed freedom like that, neither felt the taste of power nor the love of family. Except the beta Liam.

Upon our return from the exhilarating run, I sensed a profound shift within me. A rush of intense power surged through my body, tingling with energy even after I shifted back into human form. Yet, despite its overwhelming nature, I pushed aside my every past concern, assuming it to be a natural part of my body adjusting to the newfound strength.

Back in the villa, as I settled into my human form, I couldn't shake the feeling of awe and wonder. The memories of our forest run lingered, the echoes of our growls and the wind rushing past my fur lingering in my mind. The bond I shared with Zilver was stronger than ever, and I knew he would be there to do anything for me.

However, with the intense power flow still humming within me, I couldn't help but wonder what mysteries this transformation held. But for now, I chose to embrace it, eagerly looking forward to the endless possibilities that lay ahead in this extraordinary life as a white lycan, guided by the undeniable connection with my dear brother, Zilver.

As the days passed, life settled into a new rhythm in the villa. Zilver and his mate, Lily, welcomed me as a permanent member of their pack, and I couldn't have asked for a more loving and supportive family. After all, why would not I have been warmly accepted being alpha Zilver’s sister!

We spent our evenings together, sharing meals and stories around the dining table. It was during one such dinner that I noticed Zilver's affectionate gestures towards Lily. He would flirt with her playfully, whispering romantic words that made her giggle and blush.
As I watched them interact, a pang of longing and sadness washed over me. Memories of Ragnar, my once beloved mate, flooded my mind how he used to say such similar romantic things to me. How he claimed that we were inseparable, and his love for me was evident in every look and touch.
How could he blame everything on fate that it had other plans for us. He became engaged to Clara, and our love story came to an abrupt and painful end. And yet he still had never approached me from past eight weeks. It had been two months and she still had never tried to contact me or even tried to find me.

Hah! How stupid and ironic it was. He once was willing to search the whole globe to find me and to turn down the whole city for me. And now? He could not care less or give a damn about me. What was I supposed to do? Still love him? Still keep reminding myself that everything was a lie and he would come back to me?
While Zilver and Lily's love was a beautiful sight to behold, it also served as a bittersweet reminder of what I had lost. I tried my best to hide my emotions, burying them beneath a smile and engaging in their playful banter but inside my heart ached.
With a heavy heart, I made my way to my own room and gazed out of the window, looking up at the moon, the same moon that had illuminated our forest run earlier. The rush of power and the sibling bond with Zilver had brought me a new sense of belonging, but it couldn't replace the void that losing Ragnar had left behind.
I allowed myself a moment of solitude as I shifted sides on the bed while trying to sleep. In the silence, my mind wandered back to the forest, to the days when Ragnar and I were living together. His scent of pine and the feel of the earth beneath my paws filled my senses. I missed him more than my words could express.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and reminded myself that life was full of unexpected twists like finding my brother. Perhaps destiny had brought me here for a reason to find a different kind of love and belonging. While the memories of Ragnar would always hold a special place in my heart, I had to learn to move forward and cherish the present.
As I laid in my bed the weight of nostalgia and sadness settled upon my heart like a heavy blanket. Tears welled up in my eyes as I allowed myself to drift back in time to the moments I had shared with Ragnar, my mind vividly recreated the memories we had made together.

I remembered the first time I was brought to his cozy apartment, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the room. The smell of his favourite incense filled the air, creating a romantic atmsosphere that felt like pure magic. We spent countless evenings there, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing hugs, kisses, our fears, and hopes for the future.

Ragnar was my mate, my confidant, and my protector as he promised to me. He had promised to love and shield me from the darkness that sometimes engulfed my heart about our future together. Whenever I was uncertain or scared, he would hold me close and whisper comforting words, assuring me that everything would be alright.

As I closed my eyes, I could almost feel his touch, the warmth of his embrace, and the gentleness in his voice. The way he would stroke my hair and place gentle kisses on my forehead, promising that he would never let anyone harm me. Those memories were etched deep within my heart, and it was both a blessing and a curse to recall them now.

The pain of losing him felt raw and fresh even after two months, even after all this time I had tried to bring myself out of it. It was as if a piece of me had been ripped away, leaving an emptiness that nothing could fill. I wondered if he ever thought of me, if he still remembered the love we once shared.

As the tears rolled down my cheeks, I clutched the necklace he had given me—a delicate silver chain with a small heart-shaped locket. I held it close to my chest, seeking solace in the tangible reminder of our time together. As mates. As lovers!

In those moments of despair, I longed to hear his voice, to see his smile, and to feel his arms around me once more. But life had taken us on different paths, and I had to come to terms with the fact that our love story had come to an end.

Yet, as I wiped away my tears, a small glimmer of hope flickered in the depths of my heart. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for new beginnings, for a love that could be even more profound and fulfilling. With time, I hoped to find the strength to let go of the pain and embrace the possibilities that lay ahead.

But for now I allowed myself to grieve and remember the amazing time I had spent with alpha Ragnar. His love had been a gift, and I knew that the memories of him would forever hold a special place in my heart, shaping me into the person I had become.

As the moonlight bathed my room in a soft glow, I whispered my feelings into the night, sending my love and gratitude to the universe. Hoping that somewhere, somehow, he would know that I still carried a piece of him with me. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, surrendering to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring a new day filled for me to heal and grow.