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ROBERT The club was dark, throbbing with slow, hypnotic rhythms that shook the floor. The conversations were submerged under the music, and that was exactly why we were there. Somewhere like this guaranteed discretion—nobody paid attention to anyone unless they were half-naked or waving cash. I slid into the frayed leather booth in the back, my back against the wall. A waiter hovered nearby, but I pushed him aside. I wasn't here to drink. The man across from me, on the other hand, had a glass of whiskey in front of him, twirling it slowly like we had all the time in the world. He was older, around forty maybe, with a tailored suit that yelled money. There wasn't anything particularly conspicuous about him—no scars, no tattoos to flash, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. That was precisely what made him so deadly. He was the kind of man who worked behind the scenes, the kind you did not see approaching until it was too late. "You're late," he said to me, voice smoo

MIA I didn't need Robert, not really. But I was here anyway.I came because no matter what it is that I do, he'd never even look at me. Once upon a time he cared, he never loved me but he cared. He used to give me every material and I never cared about his many whores yet immediately he met her, he wouldn't even let any female close to him. What is it that she has that I don't?, What makes her different or special? Now, I've discovered that she is the daughter to my employers who are practical royalties rolling in their billions, their heiress. She has everything without even trying. The restaurant was upscale, the kind of place where corporate executives cut deals over hundred-dollar steaks and old whiskey. Dark, quiet, reserved. The perfect place for a conversation that no one else needed to hear about. I smoothed my silk shirt over, ignoring the tightness in my chest. The last I'd had the displeasure of seeing Robert was when he'd stood in the shadows, watching with that sneeri

MICHAEL The restaurant was quiet, the kind where people whispered and the air stank of expensive wine and aged wood. I sat at a table in the rear corner, back against the wall, eyes on the door. Old habits never died, no matter how much time passed. Jacque Rhodes walked in five minutes later, his presence commanding even in the dim lighting. He was tall, with a build of a man who'd never known frailty, and he had on a crisp black suit that probably cost more than most individuals made in a year. His eyes found me right away. I didn't stand when he approached, but when he reached the table, I did rise, extending a hand. "Jacque." "Michael." His handshake was strong, the kind that betrayed strength and dominance, but I missed the stiffness in his posture. He was a man used to being in control, used to repairing things with power and money. But this? This was something that power and money couldn't fix. We sat, and Jacque shooed the waitress away before she had a chance to

REBEL The house was too quiet as we returned, yet I was pissed, so much so that I hadn't spoken a word as we returned home. It wasn't the quiet of a peaceful stillness that had settled over the house when everything was all right. It was the heavy, crushing quiet—the kind that sat on my chest and made breathing difficult. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed so tightly they ached. Daniel sat opposite me, his posture unselfconsciously loose. But I knew it for what it was. His hands were jammed into pockets, his feet firmly planted, and his face impassive. But the tension emanating from him was tangible. He knew I was mad this time around. He's always gone overboard but this was crossing a line he shouldn't have and the consequence is dawning on him now. He knew what was going to happen. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice level. "How long?" Daniel didn't pretend not to know. He breathed slowly and deliberately before speaking. "A while." I cle

CARLY RHODESI had a hollow in my chest for twenty-two years.A hollow where my daughter should have been.When I first heard her name spoken aloud-Rebel-I came close to collapsing. My husband steadied me before my knees could strike the floor, but nothing could catch the breath that left my body.Rebel.My little girl.All these years, I had dreamed about this moment. A reunion, a miracle. I had dreamt of the time when I would have her in my arms, kiss her hair, and say how much I had missed her.But standing there before me now, staring at the young woman standing before me, I realized something awful.She didn't recognize me.And worse-she didn't care.She stood stiffly by a man whose presence alone had the air thick with tension, a man whose fingers lay possessively at the base of her spine, poised for her to run at any moment. His dark eyes fixed me, unreadable and calculating.But it wasn't him I was afraid of.It was her.Her cold, hard eyes. The way she stood like a soldier go

KLAUS The vehicle was too damn quiet.Not quiet enough to give you calm. This was more the sort that clung to the air, heavy on your chest, forcing it to struggle to breathe. It was oppressive, thick with things unspoken, tension so fragile it would cut you.Daniel was beside me in the passenger seat, as stiff as a rod of steel. His hands had not moved since he got into the car-still fists, still pressed against his thighs like he was holding himself together with determination.In the back window, Rebel was sitting back there with her back to the glass. I couldn't tell what she was feeling, but I could see the tension in her posture. Her shoulders were back, she was rigid. Like she was steeling herself for something.She didn't know.Daniel was not just angry. He wasn't just irritable.He was scared.And I'd never seen him do that before.I gritted my teeth and gripped the wheel. The ride went on, nothing but the vibration of the road beneath the wheels and the occasional shift of R

HAILEY The air was thick with emotion, yet warm with the comfort of family. I sat with Alexia in the quiet sitting room, cherishing the rare moment of peace as I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face."You know you'll always have me, right?" I murmured, my fingers lingering against her cheek.She hesitated, her blue eyes searching mine as if trying to find the certainty she had once known. "I know," she whispered, though I could hear the uncertainty laced in her tone.It hurt, to see her so lost and burdened by a destiny she never chose. My whole life, I had fought for those I loved, yet here was my own goddaughter, embroiled in a fate I could not unravel. Thank the gods for Turtela; she has been the peace bridge existing in our midst and has been my steady emotional support, as she is always there to ease any tension we build up.As I was about to continue, the heavy doors creaked open, and I turned to see Jaden entering.But he wasn't alone.A woman was beside him, uncomfortab

ALEXIAI never thought I'd be here.Standing in my father's arms.Letting myself feel small again.Letting myself… need him. The feeling is surreal and astounding but I had been strong for so long, too long even with Jackson's never-ending presence, I felt alone because I couldn't accept the bond with him, I was two years older than the triplets and had treated them as my siblings but everything changed the moment Jackson clocked Eighteen years. Granted, all through his growing stage, he never allowed males around me. He was super possessive, but it got worse the moment he turned Eighteen as his jealousy couldn't be managed even by me, but here in my father's arms, I feel so much peace and quiet.I had built fortresses of steel and stone around my heart to protect it from the pain of abandonment for years. I spent so long telling myself I was not worth it; that no one would ever truly fight for me.And yet… here he was.Logan. My father.Holding me like he was afraid I would disappear

LOGANThe castle had never felt this empty.Not in the early years when Hailey and I struggled to rebuild our kingdom, not even when Marissa and I stood at the altar with ghosts of the past haunting our vows. This emptiness wasn't from the walls—it was from within.From me.From my daughter.Alexia.She was here, under the same roof as me again, but she felt further away than ever. The sudden rift between ùs was created as a result of the Seer's vision, I could've been visiting her steadily in the human world but I couldn't bear seeing her then walking away hence I never visited her even once and now she believes she was abandoned and is hated by me but that has never been the case.I had spent years imagining this moment, rehearsing the words I'd say, the apologies I owed, the promises I'd make. But nothing had prepared me for the look in her eyes tonight.She wasn't my little girl anymore.She was a woman now broken, furrow broken and burdened by truths no one should have to carry a

MARISSAThe space was tight, suffocating beneath the presence that stood in the doorway.A shiver darted ice down my backbone as I tightened my hold on Alexia, her trembling just noticeable but there.The knock sounded again—this time louder, more insistent.I shifted my head toward the door, my heart pounding against my ribcage.They had arrived.Jaden. Jermaine. Jackson.The triplets had returned for their mate, my precious child.Alexia gasped and stepped back from me. I saw the storm build in her eyes, the raw defiance that wavered between fear and determination."I don't want to see them," she whispered.I raised a hand, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face. "You don't have to, at least not now when you don't want to. I'd talk to them."Her mouth parted as if she wanted to believe me. As if she needed to believe me.But destiny was cruel.The doors opened without welcome.They entered, their tall figures stretching out in long shadows under the soft glow of the torches.

MARISSAThe castle halls had never felt this cold.Even with the comfort of warmth from the torches dancing along the stone walls, a chill ran deep into my bones. It wasn't because of the night air, nor because of the tension that had thickened since the triplets returned.No, it was something more.This was fear.Fear for her.For my daughter.Alexia.She was here, finally back home where she belonged, but not under the circumstances I had prayed for. She had been taken from the human world, thrust back into a destiny she hadn't chosen, surrounded by mates she refused to accept.And worst of allShe had lost her wolf and then regained her wolf, who is a goddess of Chaos, and I played a part in her predicament; I was desperate for power, acceptance, and love, so I messed things up terribly, yet I can't undo the wrongdoings even as I feel bad.The very thing that connected her to this world, to our kind, to herself has been restored without so much preparation or any prior notice, and

ADRIAN I was hit with the smell of the wolves overpowering, lingering on the trees, to the very air that I breathed. It felt like their presence weighted down and choked, like this land belonged only to them, spewing out everything else in its wake. But I had not come here for them. I had come for her. Turtela. The name itself was a whisper upon my lips, a yearning buried deep within the recesses of my immortal heart. The bond that tied us together was ancient, strong, and unbreakable-whether she accepted it or not. It was time for her to return to my side, to accept what had been written between us by the hand of fate. My boots barely made any sound as I stepped past the thick tree line, crossing into the wolves' domain. The shadows danced at my will, bending in the moonlight to move with me, like loyal subjects waiting on my command. I knew they had already scented me. Let them come. I wanted them to. Because no force, no army, no king-not even the mighty Alpha Wolf Ki