Kane's POV
I find her in the garden again early in the morningHer figure framed by the soft sway of lavender that brushes against her dress. She always loved this place, said the scent reminded her of peace. Now, I wonder if it only reminds her of what I destroyed.Avery kneels beside the blossoms, her fingers brushing the petals like they’re more fragile than she feels. She hasn’t spoken to me more than a few words since she returned. She walks with purpose, keeps her distance, and when she looks at me, it’s like I’m a stranger standing in the ruins of the life she once tried to build.But I can’t keep letting her run. I won’t.“Don’t run from me anymore, Avery.” My voice is low, steady. No Alpha command. No anger. Just truth.She stiffens but doesn’t look up. Her silence wraps around her like armor, tight, defensive, and heavy. I step closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to make her feel me there. I won’t let her face tAvery's POVTime moves strangely in Kane’s packhouse. The days blend together, soft and slow, like fog creeping over familiar ground. Each morning, I wake in a room that used to feel like a prison. Now, it just feels.... quiet.Not safe. Not yet.But its not dangerous either.In the days that followed, I noticed something had changed. Not in Kane, he’s already change, hopefully, but in the air around us. The silence that once screamed now hums with something else. Something hesitant. Unspoken.I start to notice the little things.He sets out a second plate at every meal, never asking if I’ll join but always hoping I will. He adjusts the thermostat back to the exact warmth I always liked, the one that made me feel held without being touched. He doesn’t knock on my door. Doesn’t ask for talks. Doesn’t ask for anything, really. He just…. shows up.When I do come down to eat, he doesn’t stare or smile or try to fill the silence.
AVERY "Run, Avery!" My friend Emma yelled, I took to my heels immediately, my feet began to hurt as I've run through an unknown part for so long. It's midnight in Greenville city, Emma and I were returning from a birthday party celebration, and on our way home we were attacked by rogues. Emma suspected them to be some of my father's enemies. I know we shouldn't have left the pack without some bodyguards to guard us. It was definitely a bad idea. After running for a long while, I fell on the hard ground, hitting my knees hard. I felt a warm liquid drip down my leg and I realized that it was my knee bleeding. It fucking hurts! Exclaimed inwardly. I looked around the dark street, Emma was nowhere to be found. We lost track of each other while running. I cut a part of my dress, using it to tie my wound as I attended to it. "Ahhh" I groaned. Immediately I pulled the piece and finished tying it. Now, I had to stand up and find Emma. I summoned my not-too-strong wolf. Trying
AVERY "Ahhh" I groaned as I was pushed on a huge bed inside a gigantic master's bedroom. The guard who dropped me turned to leave but I immediately ran after him. I couldn't allow them to lock me indoors, I didn't know their motive for bringing me here. I couldn't get to the door in time and he shut it before I could reach it. I immediately banged my fist hard on the door, cussing and yelling. "Let me out of here you bastards! My father will make you all pay for this!" I declared, hitting my fist hard on the door as I increased my yelling. I was in the room for an extra hour, I'm not sure how long it was but I've been locked inside for so long I assumed it must've been an hour. I was tired of hitting the door. No one would come and attend to me, I was exhausted already. I had no choice but to move to the bed to rest. Hopefully, when they're tired of me they'll let me go. I haven't done anything, I must've been kidnapped under a mistaken identity. As I laid on the bed, I felt my
AVERY A cold splash of water hit my skin and I jerked up from my sleep. My whole body was wet and freezing, I looked up to see a mean faced woman glaring at me disgustedly. "How dare you sleep at such an hour?" She scolded me. It almost felt like a dream since I didn't know who she was. "W.. who are you?" I asked her, staring around the room and I realized that I was still locked up. "How dare you ask who I am? Besides being dumb, do you have no respect?" The woman questioned me. Obviously, she hated me already. I don't even know who she is and why she came to me. She moved away from the bed where I was laying on. "Here, put these on," she instructed me. Throwing some clothes at me. I picked up the clothes from my body and on the bed, they were maiden uniforms. "What?" I exclaimed. "Why are you surprised? You are a maiden here now. It's late already so put those on and join your colleagues in the kitchen. I'll assign a duty to you son!" The mean woman explained before leaving
ALPHA KANE "Alpha, we've just got a message from Alpha George" Beta Alex informed me immediately he entered my office. Last night, I had my men send Alpha George a message, informing him that I had his daughter with me. Since then, I've been impatiently waiting for his response. I pulled the letter from his hands and I read it. "What the heck?" I exclaimed. I stared at Alex, he was as confused as I was. Alpha George sent us a blank message. What did he mean? Did he really not care about his daughter?. She is his own blood for goodness sake! I was so angry, I folded the letter in my fist and I crushed it. I threw it away and I stormed out of the room. Since Alpha George didn't care about his daughter, I'll have to take care of that myself. I went into.the room I had assigned for her and I didn't meet her there. It's almost nighttime, she is supposed to be inside her room now after doing the day chores. Where is she? I was curious. I couldn't help but think that she had tried
Avery“let me out” I wail in frustration, banging the door with all the energy I can muster, hoping someone would be sane enough to free me. Of course that’s just delusion because the moon goddess definitely finds my torture entertaining, if not I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Out of all the people I could possibly be fated with, it just had to be my father’s rival? Just lovely.I sit down on the alpha’s king-sized bed. I have to admit the room looks magnificent. Decorated with different paintings and dark lighting. I am drawn to the dark haunting feel of the room, if only I wasn’t trapped I maybe would have enjoyed the view properly.The door opens and I’m jerked out of my thoughts. Before I see him, I can smell him, a mixture of cedar and pure dominance, sense his overwhelmingly powerful prescence. I hate that his presense makes my wolf purr in excitement, I hate that I can feel the magnetic pull, I hate that I am his fated mate and I hate him in general.As soo
Alpha Kane It's already sunrise and I barely slept a wink because of the beautiful yet frustrating girl sleeping peacefully next to me. I thought she would give in over the night, it was quite obvious she was struggling but I've never seen a wolf as stubborn as she is. After our back and forth she slept off and I just stared at her looking so peaceful.Her intoxicating scent of lavender, her long full dark hair, her round face and beautiful eyes hidden away by her lids. Looking at her knowing she rejected me is so painful, how could someone like her reject me? It makes absolutely no sense. Women from all over have thrown themselves at me to make them my Luna but the one woman who happens to be my fated mate wants to fight against our bond?It makes no sense since I know she wants me too but I'm sure she'll come around, maybe if I push her a little she'll see.I watch her flutter her eyelids gently trying to register where she is and then when it clicks she jolts up, like a panic resp
Avery’s povI wake up with a jolt, panic rushing through my veins when it fully dawns on me that I am on bed with Alpha Kane, how did I get here? I can feel his warm body close to mine and all I can feel in this moment is immense disgust. I try to pick my brain and think hard on what happened last night. In comes in flashes but then I fully remember how he pushed me past my limit until I eventually passed out. I am so mad at him that even my wolf doesn’t protest. I try to force his hand away from my waist so I can leave. "You’re not going anywhere," he taunts, his voice low and filled with dark promise. Does the audacity of this man know no bounds? I am tired of this bloody place already.My pulse races with pure unadulterated rage and my blood boils. I don’t know where I get the strength from but I struggle against him. I can still feel the bond pulse inside me like a living thing, drawing her to him even as I tries to pull away. I can feel the heat between us, undeniable, I absolu
Avery's POVTime moves strangely in Kane’s packhouse. The days blend together, soft and slow, like fog creeping over familiar ground. Each morning, I wake in a room that used to feel like a prison. Now, it just feels.... quiet.Not safe. Not yet.But its not dangerous either.In the days that followed, I noticed something had changed. Not in Kane, he’s already change, hopefully, but in the air around us. The silence that once screamed now hums with something else. Something hesitant. Unspoken.I start to notice the little things.He sets out a second plate at every meal, never asking if I’ll join but always hoping I will. He adjusts the thermostat back to the exact warmth I always liked, the one that made me feel held without being touched. He doesn’t knock on my door. Doesn’t ask for talks. Doesn’t ask for anything, really. He just…. shows up.When I do come down to eat, he doesn’t stare or smile or try to fill the silence.
Kane's POVI find her in the garden again early in the morningHer figure framed by the soft sway of lavender that brushes against her dress. She always loved this place, said the scent reminded her of peace. Now, I wonder if it only reminds her of what I destroyed.Avery kneels beside the blossoms, her fingers brushing the petals like they’re more fragile than she feels. She hasn’t spoken to me more than a few words since she returned. She walks with purpose, keeps her distance, and when she looks at me, it’s like I’m a stranger standing in the ruins of the life she once tried to build.But I can’t keep letting her run. I won’t.“Don’t run from me anymore, Avery.” My voice is low, steady. No Alpha command. No anger. Just truth.She stiffens but doesn’t look up. Her silence wraps around her like armor, tight, defensive, and heavy. I step closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to make her feel me there. I won’t let her face t
Avery’s POVThe ceremony was silent, somber even. No grand cheers. No joy. Just the quiet rustle of the wind and the heavy breath of a pack unsure how to process what they’d witnessedKane stood beside me, barely able to stay upright. His arm was bandaged, his face bruised and bloodied. Yet there was a gleam in his eye, a victorious gleam. One that reminded me of the old Kane. The ruthless one. The conqueror who always took what he wanted no matter what.He reached for me, his fingers brushing my arm. “You’re mine again,” he whispered, not as a question, but as a declaration.And I nodded.What else could I do?The fight had been issued. The outcome determined. The pack had no more words to say.I was his again, claimed by blood, by dominance, by the archaic laws we still obeyed.But as his hand wrapped around mine, something inside me twisted. It should’ve been relief. It should’ve been … something. A reunion.
Avery's POVMy heartbeat increases as the fight drags on.The sound of fists meeting flesh, the dull thuds of bone against bone, echoes throughbthe clearing like a heartbeat. A violent, relentless rhythm. I clutch my son tighter, shielding his face from the brutality playing out before us, even as my own eyes remain locked on the bloodstained battleground.Kane is breaking.Not just physically, but in a way that sends a cold, sharp pain slicing through my chest. I see it in the way his shoulders droop after each blow, the tremble in his limbs as he pushes himself off the ground for the third, no, fourth, time. He sways as he rises, blood running down his temple, dripping from his jaw. But still.… he rises.“I won’t stop,” I hear him say, low and hoarse, a whisper of defiance that carries through the silence like thunder. It isn’t a threat. It’s a vow.He wipes at his eyes with the back of a shaking hand, smearing blood across his face, and lunges forward again. There’s nothing elegant
Avery’s POV The moment Alpha Callum says, “I accept,” the atmosphere changes completely. It’s like the earth itself goes still, holding its breath for what’s about to happen. I can hear the wind whistling through the trees, the distant howls of wolves in the woods beyond the border, the faint heartbeat of my son pressed tightly against my chest, but all of it fades as the two Alphas step into the center of the circle formed by the packThis isn’t just a fight. This is a declaration. A line being drawn in blood.Kane moves firstHe lunges forward with all the fury of a storm, his body was a blur of motionPain clearly ripples through his muscles, he’s not fully healed, I can see that, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t hold back. Every swing, every strike, is laced with desperation. This is more than a duel to him. This is him clawing for a life that slipped through his fingers.Me.Our son.Us.“I won’t let yo
Avery’s POVI stood in the middle of it all, caught between two Alphas, one from my past and one from the fragile peace I had found in the present. The air was thick with tension, so heavy I could hardly breathe. All around us, the Midnight Hollow Pack had gathered and they stood frozen, their eyes flicking between Callum and Kane, waiting for a blow that hadn't yet landed.And then there was Callum.He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t react like I expected. No snarling, no immediate rejection of the challenge. Just.… a smirkIt curled slowly at the corners of his mouth, twisting into something dangerous and curious. His golden eyes weren’t filled with anger, no, they gleamed with something else. Amusement. Amusement at Kane’s presence. Amusement at his demand. Amusement at me, perhaps, for being the center of it all“You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” Callum finally said, his tone almost lazy, laced with mock a
Kane's POV"They belong to me"My wolf roars inside me as I stand in the middle of the garden, the cool wind biting at my skinMy eyes are locked on him, Callum. He’s standing too close to her, too damn close to what’s mine. Avery stands just behind him, her hand hovering protectively near our son’s shoulder.I can barely look at her without the fury building in my chest. But it's not just rage. It’s pain. Betrayal. A yearning so deep it feels like it’s been carved into my bonesI take a step forward, my voice low, steady, yet filled with every ounce of authority I’ve earned through blood and war.“That woman,” I say, my gaze cutting straight through Callum, “and that child…. they are mine. They belong to me”The words echo, slicing the air between us like a blade.Avery’s face pales. Her lips part, but no words come. Her eyes, those damn eyes I’ve seen in every dream, go wide
Kane's POVThe wind howls as we ride into the unfamiliar terrain, a biting cold cutting through even the thickest of furs. The Midnight Hollow Pack.The name alone has haunted me these past few weeks, lingering in the back of my mind like a whisper I couldn’t shake. Every instinct screamed she was here. And now that I’m standing at the edge of their territory, I can feel it, like a current in the air, electric and impossible to ignoreAvery.My heartbeat thunders in my chest as I step past the final tree line. As we discreetly entered into the pack, we entered a large garden at first. And, in the center of the field, framed by moonlight and pine, is her.Avery.My legs nearly give out.She’s alive.Hair wind tossed and wild, eyes sharp like I remember. She’s dressed simply, but she stands tall.... proud, whole, no longer the woman who once fled from me in fe
Kane's POVSearching relentlessly for months.For months, I’ve been chasing ghosts.Each day starts with hope and ends in bitter disappointment. Every trail I follow turns cold. Every whisper fades into nothing. I’ve scoured villages, burned through resources, turned allies into spies and enemies into informants. All in the name of two people, one of whom I barely got the chance to know, my mate.… and my son.And now, I’m running out of places to lookI sit alone in my war room, the firelight flickering over maps and reports littered across the table. My hands are clenched, knuckles white against the parchment. My wolf paces restlessly beneath the surface, snarling at our helplessness. The silence around me is suffocating.Then, there was a knock.Dylan steps in without waiting for my permission, a scroll clutched in his hand, eyes unreadable. He’s been with me long enough to know better th