After being rejected by her fated mate and betrayed by her best friend, Nyra Storm runs away from The Crescent Moon pack, vowing never to return. She was left heartbroken with a secret in her belly that could change her life forever. Soon, she builds a new life far from the world of wolves. Years later, fate pulls her back to the very pack she swore to never return to—this time with a son who carries a powerful legacy and a heart that has learned to survive betrayal. Draven Black, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, regrets the day he let Nyra slip through his fingers. When an ancient threat resurfaces, endangering his pack and the future he fought to protect, he’s forced to face the one woman who holds the key to their salvation. Nyra. But Nyra is no longer the meek, heartbroken wolf he rejected—she’s stronger, wiser, and has learned to love herself without him. Will Draven win her back before time runs out, or will the dangers and threats tear them apart forever?
View MoreDraven's POVI had faced war, witnessed death claim men I had fought alongside, and held the lives of friends as they slipped away, their blood staining my hands on the battlefield.But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of that boy, my boy, crumpled in Nyra's arms, lifeless, as if the world had drained all color from him.In that moment, I felt a fracture deep within my chest, a sensation no Alpha is meant to experience.Now, I leaned against the cold wall of the clinic hallway, my back pressed firmly against it.My fingers trembled against my thigh, a weakness I hadn’t felt since childhood.The mingled scents of antiseptic and herbs from the clinic clashed with the metallic tang of fear that clung to my clothes.I had never known fear like this, not when I claimed the title of Alpha in a challenge that left me scarred for life, not when enemies encroached on our borders, outnumbering us three to one, and not even when I thought I had lost Nyra years ag
Nyra’s POVThe ride back to the estate was smooth. I barely registered the waving trees we drove past, with the voices calling out orders.All I could see was Auren limp, quiet, his head was resting on my chest as if all the fight had drained from his little body.Draven had offered to carry him, but I refused. I needed to feel his heartbeat. I needed to know he was still warm, still mine and still breathing.“Stay with me,” I whispered the whole way, my hand resting on the back of his head. “Please, baby, just stay with me.”When we burst through the pack house doors, the world exploded in different movement.“Clear the hall!” Draven shouted, his Alpha voice sounding like thunder. Get the dispensary ready. Now!”He did not have to say it twice. Warriors scattered. The Omega staff rushed ahead, opening doors and guiding us through winding corridors to the medical wing.The atmosphere was thick with urgency, a sound of fear just below the surface.The pack doctor, Mira, was already wai
Nyra's POVI pushed through the last tangle of brush, my lungs burning, and my heart was pounding like war drums. The forest seemed to close in around me as I ran, desperate and afraid. And then, I saw him. Auren.Curled near the base of an old covered tree, his small form was not really visible through the shadows. He had pushed himself between the tree roots, trying to hide. He wrapped his arms tightly around his knee, his head was bent, and he was shaking so violently I thought he might shatter. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. "Auren!" I called out, my voice cracking. He did not look up, like he couldn't hear me at all.I bent down to my knee beside him. My voice was shaking as I reached out. "Baby, it is me. It is Mama." I was scared to touch him, like he might break apart if I did.He raised his head up, slowly like it hurt to move. The look in his eyes broke me.Terror. Pure, filled with fear. His eyes, which were usually bright and full of questions, were wide and
Nyra’s POVThe night was full of silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the sharp and waiting kind, the kind that presses against your skin and encircles tight in your lungs. Every branch that cracks below our boots sounds like a warning. Every blow of wind feels like it is trying to carry a message we can not quite decode.We move like shadows through the western pass, the trees waving around us like a guard. The storm is holding off for now, the clouds rolling low and angry above our heads, but I can smell the rain in the air. It is coming, and when it does, it will either cover our route or make everything worse.Draven runs just ahead of me, with his body tense and his senses sharp. Behind us, our strike team of six follows in silence, wolves and warriors I barely know, but move with the efficiency of soldiers used to being more than they were in numbers. I am grateful for the quiet. Every moment wasted on chatter is one we do not have to spare.I kept scanning the ground, sniffing t
Nyra's POVThe floor seems to slant below me, the world shifting on its axis. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, could not think, could not even feel anything beyond the distant space expanding in my chest.I did not remember moving, but suddenly I was shoving past Gareth, my feet carrying me toward the grand staircase with desperate speed. My heartbeat sounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the insane prolongation pulsing through my veins. Not again. Not again. Not again.I take the stairs two at a time, my hand barely touching the flashy handrail. I heard Draven's heavy footsteps behind me, feeling the rush of his Alpha power crackling through the fresh air before a storm, anger and fear joined together into something frightening.The corridor stretches endlessly before me, each step seeming to extend the distance rather than close it. When I finally reached the guest chamber where Auren was taken, I opened the door with enough force to crack the wood against the stoned wall
Nyra’s POVThe Alpha estate appeared around me like a large room, every covered surface and polished stone, a record of power and legacy. I stood stiffly in the grand hall, my arms crossed over my chest tightly, my spine was as straight as a tempered steel. The massive house crackles and spits, throwing still shadows over an ancient complex depicting wolf hunts and mass victories, but the warmth does not penetrate the ice precisely in my veins.Across from me, Draven stepped like a caged predator. His heavy boots hit the stone floor in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. The firelight catches in his dark hair, highlighting the silver strands at his temples that were not there seven years ago. His jaw works below his skin. The muscles there are filled with tension.The past hour has unfolded in chaos, warriors rushing to fortify the borders, elders gathering quietly, urgent circles, pack members preparing for potential discharge. Auren was moving upstairs under Gareth's watchful eye, a
Nyra’s POVThe silence was not comfortable that any single word could ruin the current state of calm. I could hear my own heartbeat beating against my ribs, feeling every breath burning in my lungs as dozens of eyes stared at me from all sides.Draven stands behind me, a statue carved from marble and memory. His broad shoulders are stiff under his ceremonial wear, his face looking like a carefully built mask that threatens to crack every second. But those eyes, those stormy gray eyes I once knew better than my own, they betrayed him, sparking disbelief, confusion, and something that looks dangerously close to hope.The distance between us feels charged, sparked by seven years of unspoken words.Auren moves uneasily beside me, his small fingers moving into the worn fabric of my coat. His presence reminds me why I am here and why I have returned to a place that once broke my heart into a thousand irreplaceable pieces. He could not understand what was happening. How could he? He is just
Nyra’s POVIt’s been a while since I drove this fast. It’s been years since I passed through this only route that connects the human world and the werewolf world. The road panned out endlessly before me and the darkness was too dark if that was possible. The headlights lit up the road ahead and the trees blurred as I sped down the winding highway.Auren sat in the passenger seat, his small face pinched with worry. His hands clutched the toy wolf I had given him when he was a baby.“Mom?” His voice broke the silence. “Are we going to be fine?” He asked in a soft voice that caused my heart to squeeze.I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Of course, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.”The words were firm, but inside, fear gnawed at me. The rogues’ attack back in the city had shattered the life I’d built. We had no choice but to run. And now I was doing the one thing I swore I’d never do—returning to Crescent Moon.The betrayal was a wound that still bled in my memories. Dr
Draven’s POVThe great hall was silent, except for the low crackles in the fireplace. Its warmth barely reached where I was sitting. This room, once filled with laughter, council meetings, and the steady rhythm of Crescent Moon Pack’s daily life, now felt hollow.Much like me.My head rested back, looking up at the ceiling that had witnessed generations of Alphas. My chest was heavy with a weight I hadn’t been able to shake since the night under the Blood Moon.Nyra’s face haunted me—her wide, devastated eyes when I rejected her in front of the entire pack. That moment is plastered in my memory. I had told myself that what I did was the best decision because I was protecting the Pack’s future. Selene had political connections, influence, and the full backing of the Elders. She was the logical choice for Luna.But logic didn’t ease regret.Selene and I had never been what the pack expected of an Alpha and Luna. She was cold, power-hungry, and manipulative. The warmth and laughter that
Nyra's POVThe moon was full tonight, and it was casting an ethereal glow over the clearing where generations of our pack had celebrated the Blood Moon Festival. Tonight, the air thrummed with magic and possibility.Everyone was gathered, chit-chatting while the music kept playing. Aroma of sweet food filled the air, but the nerves flaring in my stomach didn’t give it a chance.I stood at the center of it all, smoothing down my dress that I'd spent weeks selecting. My dark was all down and adorned with the traditional silver leaves that marked me as a potential Luna. I was also wearing the silver necklace with a pendant that Draven gave me on my eighteenth birthday when we first acknowledged our bond."By the Goddess, stop fidgeting," Selene chided. She's been my best friend since childhood, almost like a sister. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth as she adjusted one of my silver leaves. "You're going to wear a hole in that beautiful dress.""I can't help it," I whispered, watching t...
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