Jack's POVI toss and turn for the remainder of the morning, consumed by thoughts of Jenna. My heart thrums with fear at the thought of any potential harm coming to her before I get the chance to save her. I would never forgive myself for causing Jenna harm. How would I live with the guilt of knowing that it had happened because of my actions? When the first sun rays hit my open window, I rouse from the bed and make my way to the connecting room to carry out my morning business.Even while I scrub my body clean, Jenna does not leave my mind; I see her in my mind's eyes, those wide innocent eyes that had bore into mine.I regret that I had not gotten to know Jenna better before rejecting her as my mate. I would have given her a chance to prove herself.Now, I was stuck with someone whom I felt no sort of bond with. Great friendship with Violet did not translate to a wonderful union.I should have known that. But if I could bring Jenna back, I was going to train her. I was going to ma
Jenna's POV“Here. This is for you.”The older woman stretches a beautiful cream-coloured gown towards me.“Thank you.” I mutter.“You're welcome,” she replies, looking pleased with herself.I slip into the beautiful dress, the soft fabric comforting against my skin. I look down at myself, a bit shocked at how different I look in the dress.My arms are exposed, and the short dress stops a little above my thighs, leaving the rest of my legs exposed. It also tightens around specific places, like my midriff, making me acutely aware of each breath I take in.“I have never worn anything like this.” I confess quietly.“You look amazing in this. And I'm sure the alpha would think so too.” One of the women, a younger one this time, winks.“This dress leaves my skin vulnerable to pest bites.” I argue, pulling at the dress's hem, as if doing so would make it longer.I mean, wouldn't it?“Where are you from?” She mocks. “You look wonderful in that, and I don't think you should remove it for any
Zephyr's POV“Why did you save me?”I look up at the young woman in front of me, studying her luscious waves of natural brown hair and her perfectly bowed lips.I have never quite met anyone like her. A woman who could be brave yet so fearful. Who could match me stare for stare, even though her eyes showed nothing but fright. “I saved you because you needed saving.” I answer her question with a smile. The young woman looks down, her hands moving over the hem of her dress, as if she's unsure whether to cover her exposed thighs. “I know that.” She whispers. “But why did you bring me to your pack?” She looks up then, her glassy green eyes locking on mine, those arresting greens stirring a familiar longing in my groin that causes me to part my legs to make room for my growing shaft. “You have no idea who I am. For all you know, I could be a spy. You brought me here and had your women tend to me.”“But you're not a spy.” I tell her confidently.“And you know that how?”“Spies are more
Chapter Thirteen Jenna's POV “Everything? Do you have all day?” I joke. “For you, yes.” He drawls. And I look up to find his eyes on my exposed thighs, filled with nothing but desire. Self-consciously, I tug at the hem of the dress, trying to make it more modest. Where I came from, women were never found dressed like this. I had just grown up in an environment where everyone was always modestly covered. While men could shift whenever they wanted, women not so.There were no stringent rules about these things, it was just that, growing to find that not one single woman did it, I had begun to consider it wrong to do so too. And right now, it felt wrong to wear a dress that exposed my body like this. I felt uneasy about the way the alpha was eyeing my exposed skin, and it made me understand why modesty had been the order of the day where I'd come from. “The dress doesn't go further than that.” The alpha comments. I look up to find his eyes on mine this time, and I give a slow sha
Chapter FourteenJenna's POV“So, you and the others killed humans to appease him?”“The very humans who had cut down the tree. After being shown what the men looked like on a crystal ball, we set out to hunt them down.”“It was the very first time we journeyed to actual towns and cities.”“The humans, what did they do when they saw you and the others?”“They called us forest men. And took pictures of us; some even drew us.” The alpha explains, nodding towards the paintings on the wall.“When the humans who had committed this sacrilege were found, the other humans refused to allow us to take them.”“A mini-war broke out in their towns, and they used a pistol to gun down some of us. We fought back and eventually overpowered them, taking the men with us and doing what was required to restore sanity to the world. The second those humans gave up the ghost, the curse eased, and we welcomed the cold bites of winter rain for the first time.”“Wow. That's the very first time I have heard that
Chapter Fifteen Jenna's POV I felt awful that I didn't tell Elise before leaving. But even I did not know what I was doing, driven by the insurmountable pain and anguish caused by Jack's rejection.If we ever met again, I was going to tell her everything. I was going to tell her why I had left. Perhaps when I did, she would understand.“I want you to train me.” I tell the alpha, meeting his eyes, nothing but determination in mine.He doesn't look surprised; if anything, he looks like he had been waiting for me to say the word.“Of course, I will train you. But you have to tell me what you'll give me in return.”“Tend to your garden?” I respond, ending my sentence with a questioning tone.“I have a different garden that needs proper tending.” He drawls, his eyes looking deeply into mine.I blink, confused. “You have another garden as beautiful as this?” I gasp.The alpha drops his hands and turns away from me. “You're much too innocent for my liking, dear Jenna.” He says this as he
Chapter SixteenJack's POV“We're ready whenever you are, Alpha.” Sav says this, hands clasped obediently in front of him. Jordan is present as well, and beside him is Violet, who wears a look of hurt that she tries unsuccessfully to mask. I am a little surprised that she is here. I hadn't expected her to want to join. Her presence fills me with nothing but unease. There are a few other pack members who've volunteered to join in the search, including the young lady who had reported Jenna's disappearance. Her face is red and blotched, and she looks like she's about to break down in a fit of tears. Her expression fills me with more discomfort and guilt, and I try to brush my feelings aside and address the crowd. “Thank you all for coming out this morning. By now, I'm sure you all have heard the sad news about the sudden disappearance of one of us.”I look at everyone's faces, meeting Violet's pained expression without flinching.“I know that it is out of the norm to go after anyone
Chapter Seventeen Jenna's POVThe chambers that the alpha had informed me of is unlike anything I have seen before. The bedding is made of the softest linen, and the walls are decorated with more paintings that draw my attention.This painting is of a really gorgeous woman with blue eyes and dark hair. The painting depicts her in a wheat field, her hair billowing against the wind and her perfect lips slightly parted as she gazes into the distance.I wonder what she was looking at and who she was to the alpha. She didn't share any physical qualities with him, which ruled out the possibility of her being a sister.“Is everything to your liking?” The question interrupts my thoughts.“Everything looks okay.* I answer with a polite smile. The maid nods politely in return. “Very well. I will be in the west wing should you need anything.”“What's your name?”“You can call me Veronica.” She smiles again. “Veronica, my name is Jenna.” I reply, my gaze shifting back to the strange woman's p
PrologueJenna’s POVThe house is a haven of warmth and calm, filled with the low hum of contentment. Outside, the world continues to bustle—the sounds of children’s laughter echo through the air, accompanied by the chatter of pack members as they go about their tasks. We’ve built something here, something beautiful, and I never imagined it would feel like this. I sit in a sturdy chair by the window, my feet propped up and my swollen belly cradled gently in my hands. It's almost time—our child is growing inside me, and the thought brings a mixture of joy and anticipation. The days are passing slowly now, each one bringing us closer to the arrival of our little one. And with Jack by my side, I know we can face whatever the future holds. I hear footsteps approaching and look up to see Mia standing in the doorway, a soft smile on her face. She holds a bowl of warm water and a cloth in her hands, her expression a mix of eagerness and affection. “Jenna,” she says, her voice light. “I wa
Jenna’s POV The next morning, I find Veronica standing by the edge of the clearing, her silhouette framed by the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees. The previous day had been filled with lots of hugs of goodbye. I had witnessed people cry as they'd embraced and promised to stay in touch. Greta had decided to return to her inn and rebuild it again. She had enjoyed the thrill of fighting and was glad that she was on the right side of history, but she needed to rest, and she couldn't think of a better place to do it. Raina and Caleb, though, had chosen to stay with us. And I was more than happy to still have them. Veronica looks serene despite her exhaustion, her posture as graceful as ever. It’s a sight that brings a pang of nostalgia to my chest, a reminder of the countless hours we’d spent together training, laughing, and sharing dreams of a better future. I approach her slowly, hesitant for reasons I can’t quite articulate. She notices me immediately, her lips curvi
Jack’s POV “Are you both joined together by the hip?” Raina asks as she approaches Jenna and I. Jenna lets out a low chuckle as she disentangles from me and moves towards her friend to warmonger in a hug. “We did it!” I hear her say as she continues to stay in her embrace. Raina rubs her back fondly, returning Jenna's hug with a soft, sad smile. “We did it, even though we're no longer complete.” Jenna steps back and looks at Raina, whose eyes are now wet with tears. “The last thing I expected was Eleanor's betrayal.”Jenna's shoulders slump in sadness as she nods. “At least we still have Greta and Caleb.”Raina smiles again as she clasps Jenna's hands in hers. “At least we still do.” As they continue to talk, Caleb and Greta join them, and I decide to step away and give them the privacy to talk and reunite. As soon as I am a considerable distance away from the group, Zephyr approaches me with a calm but deliberate stride, his golden eyes steady and unreadable. He stops a few f
Jack’s POV Jenna has returned to the women, helping them with whatever she can and rationing the last of our supplies. I watch her, marveling at how far she’s come. She’s not the same woman I foolishly rejected all those years ago. Jenna has always been brave, but now she’s a force to be reckoned with—a leader in her own right. Her quick wit and relentless courage have saved me more than once, and I know, deep down, that I owe her more than just my life. As she laughs softly at something Raina says, my chest tightens with a mix of pride and longing. Maybe I needed to be stupid enough to let her go back then to realize what I’d lost. Maybe my reckless decision to reject her wasn’t just a mistake but a painful lesson I had to learn to truly see her worth. And gods, she’s worth everything. I watch her for a moment longer, my wolf pacing restlessly within me, yearning to be close to her. The thought of spending the rest of my life with her—of building something lasting when all this
Jack’s POV The forest is quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional crackle of the embers still smoldering behind us. The air feels heavy, laden with the scent of ash and smoke from Violet’s pyre, and though her flame has burned out, the weight of her memory lingers. I catch sight of Jenna standing with Raina and a few of the other women. They're all talking and laughing, their voices ringing out steady and true. The sound of it makes my heart warm. We might have experienced our own loss, but we had emerged victorious. Jenna is beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache, her blonde hair catching the light and her shoulders held high despite the exhaustion I know she’s feeling. She’s always been like that since we met again—strong, unwavering. My anchor in a storm I was too blind to see for years. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to the look in her eyes earlier, when I spoke about Violet. It wasn’t judgment or anger I saw there, but confusion. Maybe even
Jenna's POVThe trek through the forest is quiet, somber. Jordan carries Violet’s body in his arms, his face set in a grim mask of determination. None of us speak, but the weight of what we’ve endured is palpable. Every step away from the battlefield feels heavier than the last.We find a small clearing as the sun begins to rise, its pale light filtering through the trees. The others gather around, their expressions weary but resolute. Zephyr and his people—no longer strangers but allies—stand a respectful distance away. Even Veronica, her frailty evident as she leans against Zephyr for support, watches silently.Jordan kneels, carefully laying Violet’s body on the grass. He brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, his hands trembling. “I’m taking her home,” he says, his voice raw. “She deserves to rest where she belonged.”For a moment I wonder whether he even remembers that there is no home for now. “Jordan…” Jack steps forward. “Carrying her all that way isn’t practical. I
Jenna’s POVAs we prepare to leave the hideout, I look around, still in utter disbelief that it's really over. Blood stains the ground, and the metallic scent of it lingers in the air. The bodies of the council elders lie scattered, their once-mighty forms now lifeless and cold.Violet’s lifeless form rests where she fell, and though I ache to go to her, to pay my last respect, something else draws me forward.Eleanor.She’s still kneeling where we had chained her. She doesn’t look up as I approach, her head bowed, her long hair falling in a curtain around her face.Sue doesn't look up, nor does she say a thing as I approach. I watch her, my heart acting as I recall all that we had been through together. I remember the first day I had arrived the shelter, saved by a wonderful woman by the name Caroline. A kind human that I'd never forget. When I had gotten to the shelter, Eleanor had been one of the sheltered women who had been introduced to me. I had known as soon as I saw her that
Jenna’s POVThe laughter of the elders grates against every nerve in my body, but it’s Jordan’s raw cry that truly shatters me. The sound of his grief echoes through the chamber, cutting through the taunts and jeers like a blade. Violet’s lifeless body lies in his arms, her sacrifice an unbearable weight on all of us. “Get up, Jordan,” Jack commands, his voice cold and fierce. His hazel eyes are fixed on the elders, blazing with an anger I’ve never seen before. “She gave her life for this fight. Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Jordan doesn’t respond at first, his shoulders shaking as he clings to Violet. But then, something shifts. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, growing louder until it fills the room. He lifts his head, his eyes no longer just filled with sorrow but something far darker—pure, unrelenting rage. When he speaks, his voice is guttural, barely human. “You’ll pay for this.” The ground beneath us trembles as Jordan rises, Violet’s body lifelessly la
Jenna’s POV The battle rages on, each moment more chaotic than the last. The air crackles with energy, the shouts and snarls of my pack mixing with the mocking laughter of the council elders. Blood stains the ground, and the scent of it makes my stomach churn, but I can’t let myself falter. Jack fights with the ferocity of a true Alpha, his hazel eyes blazing as he clashes with the leader of the council. She meets his every move with a smirk, as though she’s toying with him, her power radiating in waves. Nearby, Jordan fights with an unmatched intensity, his movements fueled by both desperation and determination. He’s holding his own against a wiry elder, but I can see the strain in his stance, the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. “Jordan, fall back!” Jack shouts, his voice commanding even amidst the chaos. But Jordan doesn’t retreat. He presses on, his strikes fierce but reckless. I can’t blame him—his daughter had not only betrayed her own pack but had been chained and kept