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
Rose’s point of view:It was dark outside the restaurant. Rain fell from the sky and large drops of water hammered the glass walls of the restaurant.I nervously took the poison bottle out of my pocket to open it. I could see the reflection of my pale face and my slightly trembling red lips in the glass wall.This restless weather has resurfaced some of my bad memories. I remembered very well that it was raining like that when we received the news of the defeat.Soon after, the soldiers of the Blue Lagoon pack had rushed to the territory of the Maroon Hill. They had begun to arrest our members arbitrarily. My sister and I had also been captured by the soldiers having stormed the castle. My father had already lost his life in the battle. I could never forget how Jack approached me holding my father's head in his hand. His clothes were covered in blood as he looked at me with bitter hatred.But I knew that the Jack in front of me no longer had the brutal and violent image he had project
Hilary’s point of view:I waited in the car and saw Rose leaving the university. Jack put her in the car. I followed them to Jack's villaHowever, Rose and Jack did not seem to intend to leave the villa in a short time. According to Rose's facial expression when she spoke to Brad, it was more than likely that she was still hesitating to poisonJack. So, I had to prepare for both eventualities.I turned around and went to the werewolf black market to buy a bottle of poison. The best scenario would be for Rose to poison Jack herself. If she couldn't do it, I would help her.After making the purchase at the black market, I went back to a place near Jack’s villa to wait. It was almost time for dinner. Maybe Ross would choose this moment to do it.I glanced through the kitchen window, there were no servants and I didn't hear any hashing noise. It looked like they weren't going to have dinner at home tonight, so I went back to my car. It was almost dark when Jack came out. Rose followed hi
Bianca’s Point of ViewReturning to university marked the end of everything I had with Carlos. I threw away the punk clothes and jewelry, wiped off the heavy makeup, and let go of the wild hair colors I once thought were the height of style.I was never meant for a life of chaos and recklessness.Focusing on my studies and stepping away from parties brought me a sense of stability I hadn’t felt in a long time. It felt good. It felt right.But just a week later, Carlos forced his way back into my life.That night, his voice echoed from outside my dormitory, calling my name like nothing had ever happened.I used to find his tattoos and piercings thrilling—an exciting contrast to my world. Now, they looked grotesque, a sick reminder of my past mistakes. I recoiled at the sight of him. How had I ever fallen for someone like him?“Who the hell does he think he is? Want me to take care of him for you?”Rose had just returned from her pack visit, dropping her bag as she walked toward the win
Rose’s Point of View“Do you have a plan in mind?” I asked, settling beside Jack and watching his thoughtful expression. I was certain he had already figured out his next move.Jack turned to me with a soft smile, his gaze warm and tender. Ever since his wolf had recovered, he had become more open, more affectionate.“I have a feeling the Wouri River Pack will target the Blue Lagoon Pack next, now that they’ve taken over the smaller surrounding packs. So, I’ve decided to help them.”“That’s a smart move,” I said, nodding in agreement. “When are you heading to the front lines?”Jack always looked at the bigger picture. By assisting the Blue Lagoon Pack, he wasn’t just helping an ally—he was securing his own pack’s safety. With their support, the smaller packs had a better chance of survival.“Tonight,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me. I knew he hated leaving my side.I also knew he wouldn’t be back anytime soon.I had heard whispers about the Wouri River Pack since childhood.
Rose’s Point of ViewMarvin drove us back to the university, but the entire ride, I couldn’t help but notice Bianca sneaking glances at him through the rearview mirror.It wasn’t surprising. After all, she had probably developed a crush on him ever since he saved her.“Marvin, what are you doing this weekend?” I asked casually, breaking the silence. “I bought two movie tickets for a theater just outside campus, but I won’t be able to go because of all my homework. Do you want to take Bianca instead?”I figured this was the perfect excuse for them to spend time together and get to know each other. Bianca certainly didn’t seem opposed to the idea.“Movie tickets?” Marvin glanced at me before shaking his head. “Luna, if you don’t need them, I can help you sell them to someone else. Things are hectic at work, and I don’t think I’ll have any free time. Besides, I’m sure Bianca has a lot of assignments to catch up on too.”I stifled a sigh. Sometimes, Marvin could be as dull as stagnant wat
Bianca’s Point of ViewMarvin drove me away from West Street, his hands steady on the wheel as the city slowly woke up around us. The once-dark sky was beginning to lighten, and more cars filled the road.I turned my head to glance at him. The dim glow of streetlights flickered across his sharp features, highlighting the tense set of his jaw. His expression was unreadable—his lips pressed into a firm line, his focus locked on the road ahead.“Are you feeling any better? Don’t worry… You’re safe now.”Marvin must have noticed me staring because he turned slightly, his voice softer than before.The fear still clung to me, refusing to fade. A short while ago, I had been utterly terrified—more than I had ever been in my life.Carlos was a lost cause. A thug who would never change. I had been naïve to think otherwise, to believe that love could fix someone like him. How foolish I had been.I let out a shaky breath, tightening Marvin’s coat around me. Staring out the window, I struggled to
Bianca’s point of viewWhat?I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.Carlos had the audacity to suggest I sleep with his friends—as if I were some object to be passed around. His words hit me like ice-cold water, jolting me into instant sobriety. I stared at him, my chest tightening with disbelief and disgust.“You bastard! What do you think I am?” My voice trembled with rage as I shot to my feet. “How dare you say that to me?”The illusion I had built around him shattered in an instant. I had been blind, foolish enough to believe he was different from the lowlifes he surrounded himself with. I had convinced myself that if he changed his lifestyle, things would get better. But now, I saw the truth—Carlos was no better than the thugs my parents had warned me about.They had been right all along.Carlos was not a good man. He was a monster.I shook my head, my body rigid with fear. I had to leave. Now.But the moment I took a step back, Carlos lunged.“Where the hell do you think you’
Since meeting Carlos, my days have been a whirlwind of reckless adventures. He had seemed like the perfect companion—someone who could bring every fantasy of mine to life. I truly believed he was my best friend, the one person who understood me completely. But as the weeks passed, I began to see a different side of him, one I had ignored for too long.At first, I dismissed my doubts, convincing myself that I was imagining things. But the truth was undeniable: Carlos was not the man I thought he was.He had promised we would leave this city behind, escape to a place where no one knew us. I had believed him so completely that I even ended my engagement, thinking we would start a new life together. But Carlos never followed through. Every time I brought it up, he would soothe me with sweet words, making me believe in his empty promises all over again.Determined to build a future with him, I suggested he change jobs. Working as a bartender was never a long-term solution. I was even willi
Rose’s Point of ViewReturning to campus, I entered my dormitory and immediately noticed Bianca’s absence. Hours passed, and by midnight, she still hadn’t returned. Normally, she would call if she planned to stay out, but tonight, there was nothing—no message, no missed call.Uneasy, I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.Loud music and raucous laughter filled the background as soon as she answered.“Huh? What are you saying, Rose? Speak up—I can’t hear you!” Bianca’s voice was slurred, her words stumbling over themselves. She sounded drunk.“Where are you right now?” I asked again, my concern growing.“I’m at Charles de Gaulle Bar on West Street! Dancing with Carlos’ friends—come join us!” she giggled, oblivious to my worry.Before I could respond, vulgar voices cut through the phone.“Hey baby, how about a striptease?”“Gotta get this bitch’s clothes off first, ha-ha!”“Damn, I want her on her knees.”A chill ran down my spine. My grip on the phone tightened.“Bianca, are you ins
Rose’s point of view:The moment I saw Aaron deliberately irritating Jack, I knew that I was completely and totally condemned. Since Aaron had revealed our old relationship, Jack’s face was cold and dark.Even when he told the guard to hunt Aaron, the rage that burned in his eyes did not stop.The moment the door closed and there were only the two of us left, Jack took me in his arms. He was so strong that I couldn't defend myself. He pressed me hard against the desk, his powerful arms holding me back. Without an ounce of hesitation, he leaned over and took my lips in his. I opened my mouth, responding to his fiery kiss in nature.I could feel the growing anxiety in him as he held me against the desk and kissed me deeply."Wait, I think you should listen to my explanation," I tried to reason, pushing his firm chest against me.“Ok, no problem. I'll give you enough time to explain when I'm done." Jack didn't give me time to catch my breath. His lips found my neck and he planted his tee
Aaron’s Point of ViewTracking down the university where Rose was studying had been easy. Spotting her among the sea of students was even easier. Time had only made her more breathtaking.Her sleek black hair cascaded in effortless waves, framing a face that had grown even more striking. Her eyes—sharp and alluring—held a depth I hadn’t noticed before. And her body… toned, curvaceous, irresistible.She wasn’t the naive girl I once knew. There was a new confidence in her, a maturity that piqued my curiosity. Had someone else shaped this transformation?As I approached, her expression darkened, brows knitting together in clear displeasure. Was she still bitter about the way I had left her?My desire for her surged. The thought of having her again, of taking her without restraint, burned through me. But abandoning Olivia and the powerful Wouri River Pack for Rose? That wasn’t an option.No, I’d play this differently. I’d make her my secret, my indulgence. Once I crushed the Blue Lagoon P