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
Rose’s point of view:Why did Hilary dare to make this bet?Leaving would only deprive her forever of the blessing and protection of the Blue Lagoon pack. This meant that she was 100% sure that this soup was poisoned.I suddenly had a bad feeling. I went back to look at Jack, but I saw that his face had hardened. I probably didn't expect Hilary to offer such a bet either."Marvin, take this bowl of soup to the lab to have it analysed," ordered Jack, looking towards the door. Under his order, Marvin rushed outside, taking the soup."I didn't poison you. Jack, you can check the surveillance video.” I insisted that I had not poisoned him, and that I was telling the truth. Although the surveillance video must have filmed me taking the poison bottle out of my pocket, I could explain to him why I had this poison bottle. The surveillance video would clearly show that I did not put the poison in his soup.Jack agreed and called the restaurant manager. After doing some exchanges, we discovered
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
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,
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
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
Hilary's povI stormed out of Jack’s villa, my heels clicking furiously against the pavement as I yanked open the door to my car. My blood boiled. I couldn’t believe the humiliation I’d just endured—kicked out like I was nothing. Jack’s cold, emotionless eyes haunted me, and the worst part? That bitch, Rose, had stood there quietly, acting all innocent, like she wasn’t the root of all my problems.I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I sped down the road, my thoughts spiraling. “Why does Jack even let her breathe?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s useless, a leech sucking the life out of him and this pack. If I were in charge, she’d be rotting in a dungeon, begging for death.”I swerved onto the main road, my mind racing with all the ways Rose had ruined my life. Jack used to look at me differently. He used to care—or at least pretend to care. Now, it’s like he’s blind to everything I’ve done for him. And for what? To protect him? To be by his side? All he does is defend he
I felt the strength of Jack’s hands as they gripped my shoulders, steadying me as I rose shakily to my feet. His warm breath ghosted near my ear, quiet but unmistakable. He didn’t let go until he was sure I had regained my balance. Then, without a word, he nudged aside a broken vase with his boot, clearing it from his path.An unsettling silence blanketed the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hilary’s hands tremble as her expression shifted from confidence to unease. She clearly hadn’t expected Jack to return so soon.“And who exactly gave you permission to step foot in my villa?” Jack asked coldly, leaning back into the sofa. His piercing gaze settled on Hilary, his voice calm yet edged with menace.“I… I was just trying to teach that girl a lesson!” Hilary stammered, her indignation barely masking her panic. “Jack, she’s dangerous! After what she tried to do to you, she deserves to be punished—thrown back into the dungeon where she belongs. Why are you still letting her stay
Rose’s Point of ViewHilary barged into the villa with an air of entitlement, flaunting her wealth as if she owned the world. She had the nerve to announce she was going to make my life miserable. How ridiculous! I couldn’t fathom what I had done to deserve this hostility. She was so desperate to win Jack’s affection, yet completely oblivious to the truth—he wasn’t interested in her, no matter how hard she tried.It wasn’t hard to figure out why Jack didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She wasn’t his type. If she had any sense, she would have moved on and set her sights on someone else. Jack wasn’t worth losing her dignity over.Without a striking appearance or a well-sculpted physique, Jack was nothing more than an overgrown child. How Hilary could obsess over him so much was beyond me.Hilary’s glare was fixed on me, her teeth clenched in frustration. She deliberately knocked over a bucket of water, dirtying the floor I had just cleaned.I swallowed my anger. A while ago, she had smugl