Rose’s point of view I was a fool. A complete, hopeless fool.I was the princess of the Maroon Hill pack, the daughter of a proud Alpha, yet here I was, running back to the very place where my nightmares were born. Running back to save the man who had destroyed everything I held dear.The road to freedom had stretched out before me, a gift wrapped in chaos and chance, yet I had thrown it away.Andrea clung tightly to my back as I carried her through the forest, her small arms draped around my neck. She was exhausted from hours of running, her breaths shallow against my shoulder. I pushed forward, each step weighing heavier with regret.Why had I turned back? Why had I let myself care? Jack had killed my father, torn my pack apart, and enslaved me. I owed him nothing but vengeance. And yet, his face—those dark, piercing eyes, the rare moments of vulnerability he let slip—haunted me.He was cruel, but he was also a man burdened by something deeper, something I didn’t understand. The th
I had done everything within my power to save Jack, but my efforts seemed futile. His body lay motionless on the table, growing colder with every passing second. The monitor beside him showed a flat, unwavering line, a grim confirmation that life was slipping away from him.We had tried every method at our disposal—defibrillation, resuscitation, blood transfusions. Nothing worked.One by one, the doctors began stepping back, their faces etched with despair. A heavy, suffocating silence descended over the room.“Jack is our Alpha,” Samuel whispered hoarsely, sinking to the ground. His grief-stricken face was streaked with sweat, and his gray hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights, making him look older, defeated. “He’s a stubborn man. He’s survived so much—his childhood, the wars. He turned this pack around. How could he die now?” His voice cracked with anguish.Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to cry. I refused to let this be the end.Jack couldn’t die.Not after everything I had
“Jack is now out of danger,” I informed Lucy, my voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing on me. “The rest depends on his next treatment, but for now, you can relax. We’ll do everything we can.”Lucy let out a visible sigh of relief, her body unwinding. “Really? That’s such a relief.”Her composure returned quickly, but her reaction piqued my curiosity. Lucy wasn’t usually this emotionally involved.“Lucy, why are you so worried about Jack? You and he aren’t particularly close.” I tilted my head, studying her expression.For a moment, hesitation flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it. “We all live in Jack’s territory now,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “If he dies, do you think we’ll have any chance of living comfortably here? Besides, the entire Blue Lagoon pack is anxious about him. It wouldn’t be right for me to act indifferent, would it?” She added a playful wink, as if trying to downplay her concern.“That makes sense,” I muttered, leaning heavily back into the ch
I was trapped in a dream—a long, agonizing one.The darkness of the dungeon engulfed me, bringing with it the cold bite of chains and the cruel gleam in James’ barbaric eyes. The screams of my pack members echoed endlessly, their cries piercing through my chest like daggers.Then I was on the battlefield, fighting faceless enemies, surrounded by chaos. The ground beneath me was soaked in blood, its scarlet hue spreading like wildfire. I kept fighting, but no matter how many I defeated, the blood kept rising, drowning me inch by inch.And then, darkness.I didn’t know how much time had passed before a warmth wrapped itself around my body. It was unlike anything I’d felt before—hot, almost burning, but soothing, like sunlight piercing through the darkest storm clouds. It rushed into my abdomen, stemming the endless bleeding. I wanted to open my eyes, to see the source of this miraculous sensation, but I didn’t have the strength.I could hear voices faintly—Samuel’s broken sobs, and Rose
Rose’s povWhen Jack asked me why I had returned, the question lingered in my mind far longer than it should have. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit the real reason, not even to myself.The truth was simple: Jack was an exceptional and responsible Alpha. Despite my hatred for him, I couldn’t deny that. He wasn’t the monster I had painted him to be—at least not entirely. That’s why I saved him. Out of kindness. Out of obligation as a doctor.And that was all.Nothing could alter the intense hatred I felt for him. He had killed my father, destroyed my pack, and enslaved the surviving werewolves. I could never forget that. Never forgive it.I had saved Jack because of the oath I made as a doctor—to save lives no matter the circumstances. I couldn’t bear the thought of his pack crying for him outside the operating room, their despair clawing at me like a tangible weight.And then there was Loren, lurking in the shadows, waiting for any opportunity to capture me. Escaping now would have
Although Jack had warned me that I must return to the Blue Lagoon pack after finishing my studies, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement.The thought of going to university, of leaving this place, filled me with hope I hadn’t dared to feel in a long time. If it hadn’t been for the war, I would have already started my studies. Before the destruction of the Maroon Hill pack, I had been ready to leave for college. But all of that changed when Jack and his pack attacked us, shattering my future and capturing me before I could escape.“Even if I have to come back and remain your slave, I’d still like to go to university,” I admitted, my voice laced with eagerness I couldn’t hide. “Jack, when will you send me to university?”Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t realized how close I had come to him.“When?” Jack repeated, tilting his head slightly as he looked me over. “That depends on your behavior over the next few days. If you behave well, you can go.” His lips curved into a mischievo
I turned to Rose, my voice soft as I asked, “What are your interests?” Her lips curled into a sweet smile, and I watched as the shadow of disappointment left her face. That smile of hers—radiant and full of warmth—was captivating. She probably didn’t realize how mesmerizing she was when she laughed like that, a sound that seemed to come straight from her happiest memories. Her joy was infectious, and before I knew it, I was laughing with her.As the moment faded, I focused on her again. She was close—too close—her intoxicating vanilla-chocolate scent wrapping itself around me like a spell. There was a flicker of unease in her eyes, her lips pressed tightly together as though she was unsure. But that fleeting vulnerability only made me want her more.Rose suggested we go for a walk, and without hesitation, she helped me out of bed.Truthfully, I’d been able to walk since my third day in the hospital, but I leaned into her support anyway, relishing her proximity. That sweet, heady fragr
When Jack kissed me, I thought it would be like the kisses we had shared before—tentative, restrained, and oddly comforting. He kissed me well, careful not to make me uncomfortable. I didn’t resist, but I stood frozen, unsure of what to feel.However, this time, something was different. His kisses grew deeper, more urgent, and I felt his excitement intensify. His hand slipped beneath my dress, sending a jolt of alarm through me. Reflexively, I pressed my legs together, but my heart sank as I felt his arousal against my lower abdomen. He wanted more than a kiss.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling with unease.It wasn’t that I hated Jack. In some moments, I even thought of him as a good man buried under the weight of his actions. But none of that could erase what he had done. Jack had destroyed my family, murdered my father, and annihilated my pack. That bloodshed lay between us like an unbridgeable chasm. No matter how much I tried to rationalize his behavior, I couldn’t
Loren’s PerspectiveJust as I was on the brink of release, a sharp knock echoed against the door. My subordinate’s timing couldn’t have been worse.Gripping the wolf’s head firmly, I quickened my thrusts into her mouth, a guttural moan escaping as I spilled my release across her face.“Alpha,” my soldier’s voice came through the door, steady and unbothered. “Our spies, stationed around the Blue Lagoon Pack for the past three days, have sent word. Their Alpha’s funeral preparations are underway.”I straightened instantly, adrenaline replacing the fading rush of pleasure.“That’s excellent news,” I replied, hastily fixing my clothes, shoving the she-wolf aside without a second thought.So, it was true—Jack was finally dead. I’d heard rumors of his demise recently, thanks to the poison, but caution kept me from acting too soon. Now, with confirmation, there was no reason to hold back. I always thought he was clever enough to survive, but in the end, he fell because of a woman. Pathetic.
Hilary’s Point of ViewThe moment Jack admitted he loved Rose, something inside me shattered.Jealousy burned through my veins, tightening around my heart like a vice. Disdain curled in my chest, bitter and suffocating.Jack was a fool.There was no way he would abandon the Blue Lagoon Pack for Rose. Even if he wanted to, she would never truly accept him. How could she? He was responsible for her father’s death, for the destruction of everything she had once known.And yet… my words had shaken him. I saw it in the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before he turned cold again, giving me a hateful glare.Then, with no hesitation, he expelled me from the pack.My breath caught in my throat.He was serious.I had spent years by his side, believing that no matter what happened, he would never cast me away. That even if he didn’t love me the way I loved him, he would at least respect the bond we shared.But now… now I was nothing to him.Pain twisted in my chest, and I couldn’t stop the te
Jack’s Point of ViewFor the first time in what felt like an eternity, I woke up to something beautiful. The weight of my past, the shadows that had always loomed over me, seemed momentarily lifted. My mate lay beside me, and for once, everything in my pack was under control. This was the kind of peace I had only known in my dreams.But as I turned to Rose, I noticed something was off. She had been distant since waking up, her expression guarded. She tried to mask it, but I could tell—something was wrong.Was it because she was once a slave? Did she believe that her past would always stand between us?I had offered her the place that was rightfully hers—Luna of the Blue Lagoon Pack.“Damn it, you fool! What are you thinking?” Uriel, my wolf, snarled in frustration. His anger burned through our bond, but for once, I didn’t waver. I had made my decision. Realizing I wouldn’t be swayed, Uriel let out a furious roar inside my mind before falling silent.Rose, on the other hand, simply low
I barely slept through the night, and when morning came, I woke up to the warmth of a strong body pressed against my back. That was when reality hit me—I had made a terrible mistake.Last night, I had given in to my desires and spent the night with Jack.The passion we had shared felt like a dream, but now, in the clear light of day, regret and shame crashed over me like a tidal wave.“Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”Jack’s voice was deep and husky as he tightened his hold around me. He must have sensed my movement. Resting his face in the crook of my neck, he let his fingers lazily trace over my skin, occasionally brushing against my chest in a way that made my breath hitch.Oh God… What have I done?I had no idea how I had lost control last night, how I had let myself give in to him so easily.Jack had fallen asleep with his leg draped over mine, and even now, he remained in the same position. His words snapped me back to reality, making me instantly alert. I needed to get out
Rose’s point of view:"Ah… As Jack pushed his huge cock into me, I bit my lip in pain.Hearing my painful moan, he froze. Covering my lips and my jaw with kisses, he caressed my neck while he pinched my nipples from time to time. It was only when I finally relaxed, that he began to enter and leave me slowly.Raising my head, I let out small gasps. I could hear Jack’s slightly laborious breathing in my ear. As he bit my collarbone, he opened my legs to penetrate me deeply. I could feel his thick penis rubbing against the walls of my vagina.Having seen my frown of discomfort, Jack slid his hand over my sex before caressing my sensitive knot. Then, he used his index and middle finger to spread my vagina, so that he could sink deeper into me. His hips hit mine, and I could even feel his balls slapping against my ass with every push."Baby...", said Jack in a low and gruff voice, biting my earlobe.He had never called me that, which fuelled my excitement and heart rate.He was so heavy th
Rose's point of view:"No, it's because you're in love with me. ”Jack’s voice was not strong, but the words resounded in my ears like a thunderbolt in the night sky.His words brought me back to reality.In the past, I had always found various excuses to justify my behaviour. I had saved Jack because it was my responsibility as a doctor. I hadn't poisoned him because he was a good person and I couldn't be cruel to him. I had always told myself that I would not fall in love with my enemy.Unconsciously, I had avoided my feelings for him, not wanting to think.I frowned when I had conflicting emotions. Did I really fall in love with Jack? But he was my enemy. How could I fall in love with him? Why did my heart beat faster every time I saw him? I should have heard it at that moment as before, but I couldn't push it away. I even forgave him when I saw how guilty he felt at that moment.Maybe... Maybe I really fell in love with him."Why do you look shocked on your face? "asked Jack with
Once the truth came to light, a crushing realization hit me—I had been terribly wrong to treat Rose the way I did.The memories of her pleading, her tear-streaked face, and the way she had begged for me to believe her flashed through my mind like a relentless storm. A sharp pang of regret twisted in my chest, guilt bubbling up like molten lava.Why hadn’t I trusted her? Why? Was it simply because she was James’ daughter? That moment, I felt like the most wretched person alive.When the car pulled up in front of the villa, I hesitated. My legs felt impossibly heavy, as if each step toward the door carried the weight of my sins. For the first time in my life, I struggled to move forward.Slowly, I pushed open the door. My breath caught when I saw her—still chained to the bed, the cruel evidence of my distrust binding her in place.Shame burned through me. I couldn’t even meet her gaze as I rushed to free her, my hands trembling as I undid the restraints.She didn’t say a word. But as he
Jack’s Point of View:Before Rose even had a chance to explain herself, all I wanted to do was punish her—to break her completely. But the moment she mentioned proof of her innocence, a flicker of hesitation crept in. I studied her with narrowed eyes, torn between disbelief and reluctant consideration.She had lied to me before, twisted the truth so many times that trusting her again felt like walking straight into another betrayal. I didn’t want to be fooled again—not when the rage inside me was barely contained. If I let her deceive me once more, it would push me over the edge.“Trust me one last time, Jack,” she whispered, leaning toward me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. The belt securing her wrists had left angry red marks against her pale skin. Her voice wavered, but there was something raw, something utterly sincere in it.My body responded before my mind could catch up. Desire stirred within me, sharp and unwanted. I clenched my jaw and abruptly stood, needing to distance
Rose’s Point of View:My mind drifted back to that evening at the elegant restaurant. I clearly remembered disposing of the poison, flushing it down the toilet. The small glass bottle that had contained it—I had tossed it into the trash can in the bathroom. The scene unfolding before me now felt eerily familiar.Yet, something didn’t add up. Jack’s soup had been poisoned. But who was responsible?Hilary was the only one who had overheard Brad’s scheme to poison Jack. She was also the one who had sounded the alarm about the soup. But I hadn’t done it. That left only one possibility—Hilary had poisoned Jack herself. She must have realized that I hadn’t gone through with the plan, and in an effort to frame me, she had taken matters into her own hands.But there was a flaw in her plan. The poison Brad had given me was rare—colorless, tasteless, and incredibly difficult to obtain. Unless she had somehow gotten her hands on the exact same poison, the one she used had to be different.There