The pack house was unusually quiet tonight. Fatima had taken the babies, insisting that we needed time alone, especially after everything that had happened. I knew she was right, but I still felt a pang of separation anxiety. I had barely left my babies’ side since they were born, but tonight, I needed this. *We* needed this.Jake was sitting on the edge of our bed, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat and smudged with dried blood. His injuries had mostly healed, but he still looked exhausted, the strain of the past few days evident in the deep lines etched into his handsome face.“Lie back,” I said softly, wetting a cloth in the bowl of warm water beside me. “Let me take care of you.”He gave me a lopsided smile. “You know I can heal on my own, Priscilla. You don’t have to do this.”I ignored his words, gently pressing the cloth to a gash along his ribs. “You may heal fast, but it doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain,” I murmured. “And besides, I want to do this.”Jake’s breath hitc
I could still feel Jake’s arms wrapped around me, the lingering warmth of his embrace as I stormed out last night. I hadn’t been able to sleep. His words echoed in my head like a relentless drumbeat: *If something happens to me, you might have to leave.* I couldn’t bear the thought. I didn’t want to leave him; I wouldn’t. The mere suggestion made my chest tighten with fear and anger.As I walked into the meeting room, Fatima and Selena were already there, deep in conversation. I took a deep breath and joined them, forcing a smile onto my face even though my mind was still racing.“What happened?” Fatima asked, her sharp eyes narrowing as she noticed my tense expression.“Jake…” I hesitated, running a hand through my hair. “Jake thinks I might have to leave with the babies if things get worse.”Selena’s jaw dropped. “Leave? He wants you to run away?”I clenched my fists, feeling the surge of emotion rise again. “He doesn’t *want* me to. He said it might be necessary, for the babies’ sa
The day started off normal, deceptively so. The sun was shining, the pack house was buzzing with activity, and for once, it felt like a fleeting moment of peace had settled over us. I had almost let myself believe it.Almost.But the gnawing feeling in my stomach wouldn’t go away. Something was wrong. I could feel it like a shadow lurking just out of sight, a chill that clung to my skin no matter how warm the sun felt on my face.“Are you alright?” Fatima asked, stepping into the room with a cup of coffee in hand. Her expression was cautious, as if she could sense my unease.I forced a smile. “Just nerves, I guess. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.”“We’ve been following every lead, Priscilla,” Fatima reassured me. “We’re doing everything we can.”I nodded, but I couldn’t ignore the tension in my chest. “I know, but what if it’s not enough?”Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Selena rushed in, her face ashen. “You need to come with me,” she panted
We’d been closing in on him for weeks. Every lead, every tiny piece of information brought us closer, and tonight was the night. I could feel it. The air buzzed with a kind of crackling energy, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold.Jake, Fatima, and I had assembled a small team. We couldn’t risk taking too many pack members — word would get back to Andrew, and that slimy traitor would tip off our mystery man. Instead, we chose our most trusted warriors. This was a surgical strike.“Are you sure about this?” Jake asked, his voice low and urgent as he strapped on his gear. He didn’t need weapons to fight — his wolf was weapon enough — but tonight, we couldn’t afford mistakes. He looked up at me, eyes searching mine for any flicker of hesitation.I nodded, determination coursing through me. “We need to end this tonight, Jake. If we don’t, he’ll slip away again, and more lives will be lost.”Fatima stepped forward, her expression grim but
The morning was eerily calm, almost as if the universe itself was holding its breath. I cradled one of the twins, gently rocking him back and forth as the sunlight streamed through the window. The pack house was filled with a sense of cautious hope. After all the chaos of the past weeks, this moment felt like a tiny sliver of peace.Fatima was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared tea. I could see her trying to mask the worry in her eyes with a forced smile, but I knew better. We both did. Jake had been restless since last night, pacing the halls like a caged wolf. He’d gotten a lead — a solid one, according to our informant — and I could see the fire in his eyes, the raw need to end this hunt.“He’s going after him, isn’t he?” Fatima asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed me a steaming cup of tea.I nodded, feeling the familiar knot of fear twist in my stomach. “He won’t wait any longer. This lead is different, Fatima. They have a name now — Jona. Apparently,
JAKE'S POVThe forest was eerily quiet as I led my men through the dense woods, the moonlight casting long shadows across the path. We were tracking the lead, one that could finally bring us face-to-face with the man who had been orchestrating this entire nightmare. I had left Priscilla back at the pack house, safe with Chris and Fatima, despite her protests. She wanted to be here, to fight alongside me, but I couldn’t risk it — not with the babies depending on her.The scent trail was faint but distinct. It led us deeper into the forest, past the familiar boundary markers of our territory. Whoever this man was, he knew our land well. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking straight into a trap, but we had no choice. We had to find him. The name **Jona** had surfaced recently, whispered by those who knew of his infamy. He was once the leader of a rogue group known for their brutality and cunning, a man whose reputation sent chills down even the most hardened warriors.“Jake,
I forced a steady breath, moving through the pack house as if I had control. The truth was, I was hanging by a thread. The whispers had started early in the morning — concerned voices, eyes darting with fear. People knew something was wrong. Jake had been gone too long, and there was no word from him. When I stepped into the main hall, I saw Chris standing by the entrance, his face grim.“Chris,” I called, walking over quickly. “Any news?”He shook his head, his jaw clenched tight. “Nothing yet, Priscilla. We’ve sent out scouts, but there’s no sign of them.”I nodded, trying to hide the tremble in my hands. “We can’t let the pack see us panicking. We need to stay strong.”Chris gave a short, humorless laugh. “Easier said than done. The pack is already on edge. They’re afraid, Priscilla. They need their Alpha.”And so did I. The thought of Jake hurt — or worse — made my chest feel like it was being crushed by a boulder. But I couldn’t let that fear consume me. Not when the entire pack
The forest stretched out before us, dark and oppressive, as if it were alive and intent on swallowing us whole. Every rustle, every crack of a branch underfoot, felt like a scream in the silence. Chris walked ahead of me, his steps cautious but deliberate. Marcus’s absence weighed heavily on us, a bitter reminder of how close this hunt had already come to disaster. Jake’s blood was our only lead now. The faint, coppery tang lingered on the air, guiding us deeper into the trees. Chris knelt briefly to inspect a patch of disturbed leaves, sniffing the air like a wolf on the trail. “He’s close,” Chris murmured, his voice tight. I swallowed hard, gripping the dagger Fatima had forced into my hand before I left. “Are you sure it’s not...?” My voice faltered, unwilling to say the word. Chris glanced back at me, his expression grim but resolute. “I’d know the difference, Luna. He’s alive.” That was enough for now. I pressed on, forcing myself to focus. Every step brought us clos
The morning was quiet, more peaceful than usual, but there was a weight in the air that made me uneasy. I had spent the entire night with the twins, feeling their soft breaths and hearing the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they slept peacefully in my arms. The bonds we shared were undeniable—these two tiny beings held my heart in a way I never thought possible. But it wasn’t just their innocence and love that kept me up at night. It was the danger, the growing threat I could feel surrounding them, even though no one spoke of it out loud.I spent most of my time trying to keep them safe. Jake and I had our differences, but one thing I was sure of was that he cared for them. The issue wasn’t his love for them—it was the ever-present doubt that clouded his judgment. He didn’t trust me fully, nor did he trust the visions I had seen in my dreams. Those dreams, those warnings, they weren’t just random—they were real.Today, however, I was trying to push those thoughts aside, trying
The night air was heavy, thick with the kind of silence that made my skin crawl. Ever since the attack on the twins’ room, I hadn’t been able to rest properly. Something was off in the packhouse, and I could feel it in my bones. I paced the room, arms crossed tightly over my chest as my mind reeled over everything that had happened in the past few days. The failed kidnapping attempt, Jake finally agreeing to take the twins' safety seriously, and the ever-present tension between us. And then there was the dream. Prisca’s voice had been clearer than ever, guiding me, warning me. But about what? I needed answers. I exhaled heavily, glancing at the sleeping twins. Their soft breaths filled the space, a reminder of why I couldn’t afford to be careless. I reached for a blanket, tucking it around them before stepping away. That’s when I saw it. The smallest draft of air… coming from the far wall of the room. My eyes narrowed. That didn’t make sense. The room was closed—wind
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching over the twins as they slept soundly in their cribs. Their tiny chests rose and fell in a steady rhythm, their peaceful faces untouched by the chaos around them. They had no idea how much danger lurked in the shadows, how many people wanted to harm them simply because of what they were. It made my chest ache.Jake might not believe in my visions, but that didn’t mean I would stop protecting them.I ran my fingers through Lily’s soft curls, her tiny hand twitching in her sleep as if reaching for something. My heart swelled with love, but also with fear. How far would these enemies go?The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp by the dresser. I leaned back in my chair, exhaustion pulling at my limbs, but my mind refused to rest.Then I felt it—an odd sensation, like an invisible pull. It made the hair on my arms stand up. I glanced around, my eyes narrowing on the twins’ blankets.A chill crept down my spine as I moved closer,
The packhouse had never felt this tense before. Warriors moved in and out of the main halls, security was on high alert, and whispers followed me wherever I went. Ever since the attack on the twins, things had changed. The pack was afraid, and Jake—Jake was furious.He had been working nonstop, investigating, interrogating, and making sure every single security measure was doubled. He barely slept. I wasn’t sure if he even ate. He was always moving, always planning, and always avoiding me.But I wasn’t going to be ignored. People acted like I was weak especially after they found out I was an omega ,they thought they could just lock me up and make me a babysitter instead. Whenever I tried talking to Jake he acted all busy and asked how the twins were. The worst part was Fatima and Sophie also thought it was best I don't get in harms way. They didn't say straight up but it's the way they tried to make sure I was occupied indoors like some housewife.If he thought I was just going to si
I sat in my office, staring at the wall as the weight of everything threatened to crush me. My mate, my unborn child, my pack—everything was hanging by a thread, and I felt powerless. Prisca had finally told me the truth, and it shattered me in ways I couldn’t put into words. She was given an impossible choice. One where no matter what she decided, she would lose something—either our child or me. How the hell was I supposed to accept that? My fingers clenched into fists against my desk as a growl rumbled low in my chest. No. I wouldn’t accept it. Fate had already tried to take too much from me. I had lost warriors, friends, people who depended on me to lead them. But my family? That was where I drew the line. There had to be another way. I pushed back from my desk and stood, my muscles tense as I made my decision. I couldn’t sit here and wait for fate to take its course. I had to act. I walked out of my office and made my way down the dimly lit halls of the packhouse. Most o
The room was dark and silent as I drifted in and out of a restless sleep. My body was heavy, but my mind was uneasy, tugged by an invisible string that wouldn’t let me rest. I heard the voice again, soft yet urgent, piercing through the haze of my dreams. “Ayla... wake up. Go to them.” It was Prisca. My eyes flew open, and I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. The room was cold, the night air chilling my skin, but it wasn’t the temperature that sent a shiver down my spine. Something was wrong. I threw on my robe and bolted out of the room, my feet carrying me down the hallway toward the twins’ nursery. As I approached, the sight of the guard slumped against the wall froze me in my tracks. “Lance?” I whispered, shaking his shoulder. He didn’t respond. His breathing was steady, but he wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t normal sleep—it was too deep, too unnatural. Fear gripped me as I turned toward the door. It was ajar, and the faint light from inside spilled into the hallway. Slowly
The morning sunlight streamed through the nursery windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I sat on the floor with Lily and Logan. Their giggles filled the air, and despite the ache in my chest from my last conversation with Jake, I couldn’t help but smile. Being with the twins was the only thing that gave me peace now. They didn’t judge or lash out. They didn’t push me away. They simply existed in their innocent, joyful world, and I was grateful to be a part of it. Today was bath day, and I had everything set up: warm water in the tub, towels neatly folded, and a small bottle of lavender-scented baby soap. Logan crawled toward the tub, babbling incoherently, while Lily followed with a determined look, her tiny fists clutching the edge of the tub as she tried to pull herself up. “All right, you two,” I said with a laugh, scooping them both up. “One at a time. You’re not running this show.” Logan went first, splashing the water with glee as I lathered him up. His little hand
The past few days had been unbearable. I avoided Jake at every turn, retreating to the nursery or anywhere I could find peace. Every glance from him was like a dagger, a cruel reminder of his dismissiveness and the cold rejection that had left me shattered. He’d made it clear I was nothing to him—nothing more than an inconvenience, a burden he regretted sharing his bed with. But no matter how much I wanted to distance myself, I couldn’t. The twins were my anchor, their innocent faces and soft giggles pulling me back to my purpose. Sophie and Fatima tried to cheer me up, offering kind words and teasing smiles, but I could barely muster the energy to respond. My heart was heavy, and my mind was constantly replaying Jake’s cutting words. One night, exhaustion finally claimed me as I lay on the couch in the nursery, the twins sound asleep in their cribs. I drifted into a restless sleep, my dreams quickly consumed by something vivid and strange. Prisca. She stood before me, radiant
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stirred awake. I felt the weight of an arm draped over me, and my heart fluttered. Memories of the night before surged through my mind—his hands, his lips, his body against mine. I blushed furiously, burying my face in the pillow. Jake. The Alpha who had consumed my every thought had also been my first. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, or him, for that matter. The mate bond had finally won, and we’d given in to the pull between us. And now, here I was, tangled in his arms, feeling something I hadn’t in years—contentment. I shifted slightly, turning to look at him. His face was relaxed, softer in sleep, and I let myself admire him for a moment. I had no idea how long I lay there, but eventually, my own eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off again. When I woke up a second time, the bed was cold. Jake was gone. I sat up, the disappointment hitting me harder than I expected. My fingers trailed over the empty sp