Kane's pov “Explain yourself, Alpha Grant; what is this nonsense?”“I have no idea what you are talking about. So quit directing those accusatory questions at me.” He replied, cutting gaze with everyone.“I will not have This traitor in my midst any longer, guards!” I yelled and four guards came running in. “ Get him out of here. Now!” I thundered, letting all that rage slip out. The guards immediately turned to Grant, their faces stoic as can be. “Time to leave Alpha Grant.”“Don't you dare put those filthy fingers on me or I will break them.” Grant threatened, scoffing. “You think this would save this pack? Well, think again, you fool. I offered these men something great; you could never offer them that in your entire life.”Alpha Grant, you must leave now.” The guards urgedTension wrapped the courtroom like a noose, pulling tighter with each passing second. Alpha Grant remained seated amongst us at the centre of the chaos, wild-eyed and defiant, his massive frame heaving with b
Julia's pov I woke up to a pounding headache, the kind that makes you wonder if someone took a sledgehammer to your skull. My vision was a mess—blurry, unfocused—and for a solid minute, I couldn’t tell up from down. I groaned, rubbing at my temples as the pain stabbed at my brain like it had a vendetta.Where the hell was I?Blinking hard, I tried to make sense of the dim, almost suffocating darkness around me. The air smelled damp, like mildew and rust, and it clung to my skin like a warning. My heart thumped unevenly in my chest. Something about this place felt off. Way off.“Hello?” I called out, my voice cracking like a bad radio signal. It echoed in the emptiness, bouncing off the walls like it had nowhere better to go. “Is anyone here? Cesay? Anyone?”Silence. Just the kind that messes with your head.I forced myself to sit up, only to be met with a sharp, jerking pain that shot up my leg. I cried out, more out of shock than anything, and crumpled back down. My hands instinctiv
Kane's pov “What's your tab on her? Why aren't I getting anything resourceful?” I asked Harry and the head of the investigation team.“We are working on it, Alpha Kane. Julia was last spotted at the cafe with a lady who was also a student at her college. Her name is Cesay.” Leo explained, but that wasn't enough; I needed to know where Julia was; my very being was burning with Anxiety.I pounded my feet hard, pacing ABI in my office, restlessness burned my soul, choking me. I had never felt so much worry and tightness. I was scared of the seeping in.The sun was barely out, two days had passed, and today was another, and there was still nothing. No sight of her anywhere, and all reports brought back to me, were more heart-wrenching than the last.I couldn't even leave my post to find her because of the guests present in the pack house, but I wasn't counting on that excuse any longer. I had to act. I could not remain in confinement wondering what could have happened to Julia.“What els
Julia’s POV.I sat down to record a video. Gray appeared behind the camera, holding up a paper with a bold message that I was asked to read out audibly, “ We're offering you a chance to save her life. All you need to do is sign the contract within the next 12 hours” I gasped, and continued, “ Your only concern should be signing the contract. Don't waste time asking who or why and maybe–just maybe, she gets to live ”Gray smirked, he made a slashing motion across his throat for me to stop talking.The other man, Roy, offered a cold, fierce smile. He pulled closer, the chair scraping along the floor and finally he sat down at arm’s length away from me, “Such lovely eyes ehn” He smirked, running his dirty fingers along my face, then his hand grasp my hair from behind, as he firmly yanked me back and brought the phone close my lips.I didn't protest, but it felt like my scalp was getting drilled with hot nails as his fingers tightened around my hair, the veins along my temples pulsed i
Kane’s povI waited.A rather long silence followed after the knock. I moved over to the chair and sat down while Harry went to attend to the door.It opened with a soft, gentle creek. “Pardon me for interrupting your meeting, Beta, but a parcel was just dropped off for you” the maid nervously scratched the back of her neck. Typical for someone that's part of the pack house's younger staff team “Who’s the parcel from?” Harry asked. swinging the door open to let her in.Something about how the package was encapsulated made it suspiciously hard to pin down what it was but I had no doubts that it's either a standard-issue mail that always comes through from pack secretary every tuesday nights or monday mornings, or the contract from those ingrates, either one of the two had to suffice. The young maid shook her head, “I have no idea who it's from, but someone left it at the corner mailbox with a tag that has the alpha’s name on it– says here it's from–”“ Wait! “ Harry took the pa
Dylan's POV.I didn't know how else to react when I heard that Julia had gone missing– some say she was hijacked at the cafe– apparently, taking her away was the most devastating blow they could inflict on the alpha. I suppose so. But, I'd be called a liar if I went by what others thought; the quote-on-quote question here should be, Where has she been held? Because Clearly, I know the purpose behind her kidnapping but I'm stuck on finding her location, even though I'm aware of who's behind her abduction.I took a swing back and landed a solid hit on the punching bag, causing it to sway precariously from side to side.My knuckles were getting reddish with each pummel– not that it mattered much either. I swung at it with bare fists, recoiling violently from the impact and I enjoyed every last hit. I shifted a little further back, spun on my heel and unleashed a hook kick that ripped the punching bag from its hanging-place, it soared through the air and crashed , followed by a mess
Dylan's POV.If Grant was a monster, it wasn't by necessity but rather by choice. Evidently when you look around this place you'd understand what I mean. The scenery would leave you asking some really detrimental questions about whether or not he's even palatable. I was still there, gently cascading down the foggy road–Killing time– when a call came in. It was a private number- it wasn't a coincidence– it was either Grant calling with another line or one of his minions. “Yeah, this is Roy” His voice was dry as dust as I picked up, “ I heard you've got a package for us?” I tilted my head and looked out the window, attempting to catch a glimpse of the person, maybe he was standing outside. But the smoke billowed around me, fucking obscuring my vision and making it a real challenge to see shit.“Yeah, that's me. I'm the delivery guy,”He scoffed. “In about a minute i’ll be sending someone over to come pick it up, you can leave it out on the floor, next to the dumpster ” Dumpster?
Kane’s POV.We were never potentially inclined on giving up on Julia– that's why we've been in the office for over nine hours straight. Every trace we had, every blueprint was basically useless. Leo paced back and forth, repeatedly clicking the pen's button– I suspected, in his head he was widely contemplating on our next move.Harry was on his last toes too, it would explain why he just sat down nonchalantly. Just then Leo paused, his mouth curled up, “I think I can bypass their hidden number, ” I took a quick glance at him, “ and I think I can get a reach on where their last call was placed. ” “And how do you intend on getting that done? ” I asked, unconditionally. Leo said nothing, he simply took his phone and dialed a few cryptic numbers, and within minutes– and I mean literal minutes he had hacked into the caller's digital trail. The hidden number was now staring me and everyone else in the face, its anonymity shattered by what tech-savvy skills Leo finally decided to pull of
AUTHOR'S POV The night outside the Pack House was quiet, the air heavy with the chill of winter. Inside, however, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Dylan had arrived.He wasn’t early, nor was he particularly late—it didn’t matter. The coronation tomorrow had officially crowned him Alpha, and his presence here was merely to solidify his claim. He strode through the grand halls, his dark hair slightly disheveled but his expression sharp and composed. The entourage behind him moved silently, their loyalty unquestionable.The maids had scrambled at his arrival, wide-eyed as they led him through the labyrinth of corridors. Their hushed whispers followed him like a shadow. “The new Alpha,” they murmured. “He doesn’t even look like he belongs here.” Dylan caught snippets of their chatter but paid it no mind. He’d been underestimated before.His boots clicked softly against the polished floors as they guided him to his chambers—Kane’s chambers. He paused in the doorway, his green eyes sc
AUTHOR’S POVJulia killed the engine, her hands gripping the wheel a moment longer than necessary. The palace rose before them like a ghost in the moonlight—cold, unfeeling, and absolutely massive. The air carried a chill that crept beneath her skin, but it wasn’t the temperature that set her nerves alight.Beside her, Alex adjusted his leather jacket, his movements sharp and impatient. He glanced at her, his jaw tightening like he was holding back a comment. Casey, lounging in the back seat, let out an exaggerated sigh and popped her gum.“So, what’s the grand plan, Jules?” Casey asked, her tone dripping with mockery. “We storm the gates, guns blazing? Or is this a sneak-and-pray situation?”Julia shot her a look over her shoulder, her green eyes sharp. “You’re the distraction, smartass.”Casey grinned, slow and wicked. “Distraction? Oh, honey, that’s my specialty.”“Good,” Alex cut in, his voice low and steady. “Just keep him busy. Jules and I will handle the rest.”Casey slid out o
After Harry had been pushed to the sidelines, the elders wasted no time getting to work. The air around the pack shifted as they dived into the logistics of making Dylan alpha. Paperwork stacked high, rituals were rehearsed, and every detail of the upcoming ceremony was put into motion. For them, this was tradition, structure, order. For Harry, it was betrayal, but no one seemed to care about that.Meanwhile, the world outside spun on. Julia, still in the hospital, was beginning to piece her memory back together. Slowly, but surely. She could barely speak—her words stuck like thorns in her throat—but there was progress. Her body might’ve been healing, but her spirit? That was another story entirely.Grant, Cassius, and Dylan, however, seemed to have no trouble moving forward. They were out at Grant’s mansion, living it up like kings. The finest liquor, the rarest meats, the most exclusive guest list. It was a celebration disguised as camaraderie, and no expense was spared.Among the g
Harry's POV.Seamless—that’s the word. That’s how it felt watching Levi, cornered like a rat in a burning maze. His pack, the once-feared Black Fang, was already in ruins. Overrun. Overwhelmed. Women, men, children—slaughtered because of his arrogance. Screams echoed through the flames as his mistakes came back to haunt him, clawing at his heels like rabid wolves.Levi. Pathetic Levi. The coward who thought he could stand tall after killing Kane. That arrogant son of a bitch actually believed he could wear his sins like armor, raise his kids, and play alpha after murdering the most revered wolf among us. I couldn’t stomach it. The sight of him—shaking, sweating, eyes darting like a trapped animal—made my stomach churn.I spat on him. Right in his face. “You made your choice,” I said, my voice as cold as the night air. “You chose wrong. Wrong man. Wrong time. Wrong everything.”His lips trembled. His eyes—those damn eyes—tried to plead, but there was nothing left to bargain with. "I—I
Dylan's POV. A man’s dream is always the same—to be the best. To walk into a room and own it without saying a word. And me? I’m this close to becoming the Alpha of the entire pack. Let that sink in. Do you know what that means?I’d own shares in every damn company the pack has its claws in. Lands? All mine. Territories? Mine. I’d have warriors—over a hundred of them—at my beck and call. And the pack house? That place isn’t just some fancy mansion. It’s a fortress. A vault of secrets no one talks about but everyone fears. I’d have the kind of power that makes people stand when I walk in, that gets governments to pick up the phone when I call. And the cherry on top? The psychic connection to my wolves. That’s not just power; it’s omnipresence.This isn’t just a dream—it’s the dream.I sat in my chamber, the air thick with the scent of wood polish and leather, sipping tea that was just shy of boiling. The kind of tea that warms your chest but has enough kick to remind you it’s not playi
Harry's POV The pack was a mess, everyone barking orders, sharpening claws, and gearing up to take down the Black Fang. And while they were busy growling and hyping each other up, I had my own mission. One that didn’t involve fangs or blood.Julia.I didn’t care what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Whether she was wrapped up with Dylan, painting her nails, or binge-watching reality TV, none of it mattered. I needed to see her. Face to face. I had to tell her the guy she swore she loved was gone. Dead. And it had to come from me.It was early as hell when I hit the road. Too early for anything sane, but hey, life doesn’t wait for you to get a good night’s sleep. The air was cold, my car heater barely keeping up, and the roads were so quiet it felt like the world hadn’t woken up yet.Her family house looked exactly how I remembered—clean, calm, and way to put-together. It was the kind of place where the neighbors probably judged each other on lawn care and holiday decoratio
Harry's POV Kane’s remains were brought back to the pack in silence. It wasn’t just quiet—it was heavy. Like the kind of quiet that settles in right before a storm breaks loose. No one said a word, and no one dared to look me in the eye. They all knew better.As for the rogues? Their corpses were nothing but ash by the time we left that warehouse. I made damn sure of it. They didn’t deserve a trace left behind—not even the memory of what they were.When we got to the pack house, I was already on edge. My body was running on fumes, the adrenaline long gone, but the rage? That wasn’t going anywhere. The second I stepped through the front door, I let it out.“Out. All of you. Now.”The servants scattered like leaves in the wind. I didn’t care how late it was or that some of them had probably been sleeping. Their wide eyes and quick feet told me they got the message loud and clear. I needed space. I needed silence.I needed to think.Kane was supposed to come back to us alive. I’d spent
David's POV.Larkmart Warehouse was a few rides away, and yeah, I’d called for backup. Had to. Let’s be real—this whole “spiritual intervention” stuff? It’s not my thing. I like practical things. Tangible. Something I can see, touch, or at least punch if it gets messy.When the spiritual leader—an old guy with robes that looked like he raided a thrift store and a voice like he smoked one too many cigars—did his thing, I wasn’t impressed. I sat there, arms crossed, watching with what I can only describe as professional skepticism. Cassius, though? He was eating it up. Nodding along like the guy was reciting holy scripture.Cassius isn’t just old; he’s ancient. He’s got this air about him, like he’s forgotten more about the supernatural world than the rest of us will ever know. And he’s respected, which is why I put up with his belief in spirits and rituals and all that. I don’t share the belief, but I wasn’t about to say it to his face. Not outright.Because here’s the thing: I might b
Cassius' POV. The road ahead was dark, nothing but the hum of the engine and the faint glow of my headlights cutting through the night. Levi, being Levi, decided he needed to ride with me. He didn’t ask—he just opened the door, slid into the passenger seat, and stretched out like he owned the damn car.“So, what’s the plan?” he asked, leaning back and propping his boots on the dash.I shot him a look. “Get your feet off.”He smirked but obeyed, shifting to sit up straight. “We going back to the pack?”“Not yet,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road. “We need to lay low first.”Levi frowned, leaning toward me like he didn’t hear me right. “Lay low? For what?”I glanced at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. Which he had. “You seriously think the cops aren’t going to be crawling all over this by morning? We just leveled a warehouse and left bodies in our wake. Heading straight home is asking for trouble.”He scratched his jaw, chewing that over. “Alright, fair. W