Loren’s Pov The assassins I had hired informed me that Jack had fled the territory of my pack after being gravely injured in the explosion. The site of the blast was far from the Blue Lagoon pack’s territory, and I was confident he wouldn’t survive the journey back. Even if he somehow made it out alive, his wounds would surely claim his life before he reached safety.Once Jack was confirmed dead, I would seize the opportunity to declare war and take control of his territory. My ambitions were within reach, and I was impatiently awaiting news of his demise.Yet days passed, and the Blue Lagoon pack remained silent. They had erased all information about Jack’s condition, leaving me in the dark. Nearly a week after the attack, I still hadn’t received confirmation of his death.Growing restless, I turned to Hilary, calling her every few days under the guise of collecting the money she owed me. In reality, I wanted information about Jack.“So, ask Jack,” I said during one call, deliberate
Jack’s povI thought I was finally going to claim Rose as mine that day. The desire had been simmering for so long, and I had believed we were on the verge of something irreversible. But then Hilary had barged in, her voice slicing through the moment like a blade.The bitter argument that followed killed whatever passion I had left. Hilary had crossed a line, and my anger surged. I sent her out, leaving her stunned and humiliated.From the corner of my eye, I saw Rose scrambling to dress, her movements frantic as she tried to cover herself. Her panic was palpable, her face pale and her eyes darting nervously. It was clear she wanted to escape.As soon as Hilary left, I turned to Rose, who was already at the door. Before she could slip away, I caught her.“Where are you going, huh?” I demanded, lifting her into my arms and placing her gently on the bed.Her body trembled against mine, her neck and collarbone marked with the evidence of our earlier intimacy. The fear in her eyes sent a
Rose’s povAfter spending several days in the hospital, Jack had recovered almost completely. Samuel told me that he would be discharged this afternoon, and though Jack often carried himself with a distant and indifferent demeanor, I knew that not acknowledging his return would only irritate him.I had to do something memorable. I couldn’t afford to let his mood sour, not when I needed his favor. Earning his approval meant everything right now—I had to make him happy enough to grant me permission to go to college.I left work early, thanks to a special request I made to Samuel, and returned to the villa. Though I wasn’t an exceptional cook, my brief interest in it back in the Maroon Hill pack gave me just enough skills to put together something special.After seasoning the roast chicken and placing it in the oven, I prepared a simple baked potato dish with cheese and a light salad. Before I realized it, night had fallen, and the villa was filled with the warm aroma of dinner.The soun
Time was slipping away—less than a month remained until the entrance exams. I had prepared for this exam over a year ago while still with the Maroon Hill pack, but my time as a slave to the Blue Lagoon pack had pushed those dreams far into the background.Now, with Jack’s unexpected support, a flicker of hope reignited in me.Every night after work, I poured myself into studying. It was a small blessing that the hospital had been quieter than usual, giving me a few extra hours to prepare. Still, the pile of textbooks and notes seemed insurmountable. Medicine had always been a challenging field, and now I felt the weight of lost time pressing down on me.One late night, I heard footsteps at my door. I looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the soft light of my desk lamp. He was carrying several large books in his hands, his expression unreadable.“It’s so late. Why haven’t you gone to bed?” he asked, his voice low and steady.“I don’t have much tim
Brad’s Point of View:-Flashback-The Blue Lagoon pack’s army had stormed the gates of the Maroon Hill territory. James had spent years tormenting their Alpha, so when the tables turned, there was no chance of mercy. The only path to survival was to escape.But James failed. Jack slaughtered him, claiming the victory he had sought. I survived by hiding beneath a pile of corpses, masking my scent with the blood of my fallen packmates. It was a horrifying ordeal, but it spared my life.After that, I became a wanderer, reduced to a shadow of my former self. James had made too many enemies, leaving me with nowhere to go. Every pack I encountered would kill me on sight if they discovered who I was. My refuge became an abandoned forest at the borders of three territories. Food was scarce, and danger was constant.Last month, while hunting in the forest, I was captured by men from the Black Basin pack.I thought it was the end, that they’d kill me without hesitation, but instead, I was broug
Rose’s POVI gripped the bottle of venomous liquid tightly in my hand. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated to accept Brad’s plan. But now, every fiber of my being resisted it.I couldn’t quite explain my refusal, even to myself. Perhaps it was because Brad’s plan felt vile—utterly despicable. Yet I couldn’t reveal to him that I had no intention of poisoning Jack. Rejecting his proposal outright would only ignite an argument, and I didn’t have the patience for a pointless fight.“Brad, I can’t guarantee I’ll go through with this,” I said carefully. “Do you realize how risky this is? If I’m exposed, neither of us will make it out alive. I’m not afraid to die, but I have Andrea to think about. I won’t do anything that might jeopardize her safety. And even if we do manage to kill Jack, the Blue Lagoon pack won’t forgive us. They’ll hunt us down.” I made my voice tremble, feigning fear, hoping he’d see me as too cowardly or foolish to take on such a task.Brad’s jaw tightened, his
Hilary’s Point of ViewMisfortune seemed to follow me like a shadow these days. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the constant injustices I faced in the Blue Lagoon pack. Worst of all, Jack hadn’t even bothered to see me since our argument at the hospital. And why? Because of her.It was all because of that scheming little witch, Rose.Earlier today, I overheard some of Jack’s subordinates talking about his plans. Apparently, he was taking her to the university for an examination. My blood boiled at the thought.Jack was letting that woman attend college? It was ludicrous. What’s next? Was he planning to make her his Luna? The mere idea made my stomach turn. If that happened, I’d lose every chance I had left.Determined not to let her win, I followed their car discreetly. Jack and Rose had been inseparable lately, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I just needed a moment when Rose was alone. That was all it would take.I watched as she stepped out of the car and trail
Rose’s Point of ViewI left the university in a daze, the events of the day playing over and over in my mind like a bad dream. Brad’s enraged face haunted me, his words echoing louder than the wind that howled through the street.“You owe it to your father. To our pack. Take revenge.”I barely registered the dark clouds gathering above as I stumbled toward the university gates. The air was heavy, promising a storm.Jack’s car was parked just outside, a steady presence in my chaotic world. He must have seen me, as he opened the door and stepped out, his broad frame shielding me from the biting wind. Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around me, his warmth both a comfort and a curse.The bottle of poison burned in my pocket, its weight like an anchor dragging me deeper into despair.“The exam will happen again next year,” Jack said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, almost gentle. “You can retake it.” He must have thought I was upset about my results.“Let’s just go home. I’m
I pushed the door open, frustration coursing through me. The room was dim, bathed only in pale moonlight spilling through the window. My gaze landed on Rose, the woman I once cherished above all. She was curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching herself tightly, her fragile frame trembling under the soft glow of the moon.Flicking on the light, I approached her. Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her hair damp with sweat and plastered to her forehead. Her lips, usually a delicate pink, now seemed devoid of color. Leaning in closer, I swept her hair aside and immediately noticed the heat radiating from her skin. She was burning up—her fever raging high.She muttered incoherently, her words faint and indecipherable.Her fingers twitched, then weakly grasped the hem of my shirt, as though silently pleading for me to stay.I hesitated, pushing aside the bitterness I’d harbored toward her.The anger I had carried moments before ebbed away. The urge to punish her vanished complet
Jack’s Point of ViewThe dungeon was as sinister as ever, its gloom pierced only by the dim, flickering glow of aged lamps.No matter how brightly the sun blazed outside, its warmth would never penetrate this place.Brad, weakened and battered, crumbled after only a few lashes. Trembling and pitiful, he spilled everything he knew.As I watched him break so easily, a thought crossed my mind: perhaps even if I hadn’t attacked the Maroon Hill pack, it would have eventually fallen apart on its own. Its leaders were inept, and the pack was rotting from within—a carcass waiting for scavengers.“Why did you approach Rose?” I asked, my voice low but commanding. “You knew very well she’s just a slave. It’s unlikely she would’ve even had the opportunity to get close to me.”This was the part that intrigued me the most. Only those in my inner circle knew of the relationship between Rose and me. To the rest of the pack, she was nothing more than an ordinary doctor.Brad hesitated, his eyes dartin
Jack’s Point of View:“This pitiful little thing cries so beautifully,” I thought, my lips curling into a cold smirk. Her tears only heightened my excitement. Finally, the day I’d been waiting for had arrived. Jack, this is the best decision you’ve ever made.Inside my mind, Uriel roared with unrestrained anticipation. “I can’t wait to make her suffer! Torture her! Break her, Jack!” His voice was feral, a chaotic drumbeat in my head, and I felt him pushing, clawing for control over my body.I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on reality. Uriel was too dangerous to let loose right now. If I gave in, he would’ve killed Rose right there in that room.Instead, I locked her up and left without a second glance, making certain she had no chance of escaping.Uriel raged as I walked away. “Why leave now? Why not finish it? Rip her apart. A sexual slave doesn’t deserve dignity or clothes!”“Not yet,” I replied, my tone calm, deliberate, even as anger burned through my veins. “Death would be
Rose’s point of view“Take him and lock him in the dungeon,” Jack ordered, his voice sharp and unyielding as his gaze pierced the stormy night sky.Without hesitation, the wolves dragged Brad away. The others seemed to sense the icy rage radiating from Jack and quickly retreated, leaving the room eerily silent.Jack walked in and settled onto the couch, his presence heavy and oppressive. The air in the room thickened with tension, making it hard to breathe.I didn’t dare meet his eyes. My head hung low, my focus fixed on his polished leather shoes. A cold sweat soaked my back, clinging to my shirt and making my skin crawl. My legs trembled as I stumbled back toward the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.“I—I didn’t…” My voice wavered as panic clawed at my throat. “I didn’t poison you… I swear, I didn’t…” The words spilled out in a chaotic jumble, shaky and incoherent.Jack’s cold voice cut through my rambling like a blade. “Was it Brad? Did he give you the poison?”Before
Jack’s point of viewThat night, one of my men—one of the few who knew I was alive—reached out to me through the mental link. He reported that a suspicious werewolf had slipped into the Blue Lagoon pack’s territory.The moment had finally come.I rushed to the basement of the villa to monitor the surveillance screens. Armed werewolves surrounded the villa, awaiting my command.While keeping Rose in her room, I had ordered a camera and listening device to be installed.Minutes later, a werewolf climbed through her window. It was Brad.He seemed elated, practically glowing with satisfaction. As soon as he entered, he began discussing the plan to kill me. Rose remained silent, offering no objection.It was in that moment I truly understood—Rose wanted me dead.A wave of anger and bitter disappointment surged through me, tightening every muscle in my body. My head pounded violently, but I forced myself to stay in control. Losing my temper would allow Uriel, my wolf, to take over completel
That was when I finally understood Jack’s plan. He had kept me locked in this room, only to announce his own violent “death” by poisoning. He wasn’t gone—he was waiting. Waiting for Brad to take the bait and show up.“The guards have loosened the security at the pack’s entrance. Let’s grab Andrea and leave together!” Brad urged, trying to pull me outside.But I forced myself to stay calm, suppressing the panic rising inside me. “Brad, I have something to take care of. You should go now,” I said, gesturing desperately for him to leave.I was certain Jack was watching us through the camera at that very moment, his eyes dark with fury. I could almost picture his expression—cold, sharp, on the verge of snapping.“Jack is dead, Rose. Why stay here? I came to save you. The Blue Lagoon pack is in disarray. This is the perfect chance for us to escape. If you don’t leave, do you think the pack won’t start to suspect you?” Brad’s voice was tense, full of urgency, but his words only made things
Rose’s point of viewI didn’t know what Hilary had said to Jack, but the moment he returned to the private room, he coldly ordered his men to place me under house arrest. His expression was icier than ever.This wasn’t the first time he’d treated me this way, but this time, it hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t done anything wrong.Peter, the butler, brought me food daily, but he refused to speak or respond to my questions. I wondered if Jack had instructed him to stay silent. Cut off entirely from the outside world, I had no idea what was happening beyond these walls.What puzzled me most was Jack’s inaction. If he truly believed I’d tried to poison him, his ruthless nature would have compelled him to act swiftly. Instead, he was silent, leaving me in an unbearable limbo.The night they confined me, Jack had ordered his men to install cameras in my room. The realization that he distrusted me so deeply was like a dagger to the heart. After all the time we had spent together, I
By the time Marvin confirmed that the soup was indeed poisoned, my unwavering faith in Rose wavered, if only for a moment.“You fool! I told you this woman was dangerous. She had another agenda when she saved you!” Uriel snarled in my mind, his rage almost palpable.“Shut up, you idiot,” I snapped, silencing him before his rant could muddle my thoughts further. His erratic behavior only made it harder for me to think clearly.“You need to stop letting her manipulate you! Lock her up or end her now! If you want to die, fine, but don’t take me down with you.”Uriel’s growls were feral, as though he’d leap out and tear Rose apart if given the chance.“I’ll handle this. Calm down.”My temples throbbed painfully, as they always did when I was overwhelmed by Uriel’s incessant outbursts.“The soup tested by Marvin was confirmed to be poisoned,” I announced to everyone, my gaze fixed on Rose. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her expression remained stoic.“Even if the soup was poisoned,
Jack’s point of viewHilary stormed in, blurting out that the soup was poisoned. The sheer absurdity of her claim left me stunned. I knew Hilary despised Rose, and she had tried to harm her more than once in the past. This wasn’t the Hilary I once knew.She had become petty and ruthless, her jealousy turning her into someone unrecognizable.I had tried to reason with her, to make her see the error of her ways, but my words had fallen on deaf ears. Were it not for the fact that she’d saved my life before, I would’ve banished her from the Blue Lagoon pack or locked her up by now.What caught me completely off guard was Hilary’s proposition to leave the pack if she was wrong about the soup. The confidence in her tone made me pause. For the first time in a long while, I felt compelled to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she had more to lose than anyone else if she was lying.Hilary brought up Beta Brad from the Maroon Hill pack, claiming that he had met Rose during her time a