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
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
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
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 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
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
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