Seth POV’sAs soon as we stepped out of the hall, I could feel Seth’s eyes on me, burning with frustration. I knew this was coming. The moment the door shut behind us, Seth’s voice cut through the silence.“Don’t you think they deserved more than the answer you gave them?”I sighed and rolled my eyes, already bracing myself for what I knew would be a long conversation. I could hear the disbelief and anger in his voice, but I was tired. Tired of trying to explain myself, tired of the constant pressure. Seth wasn’t wrong to feel the way he did, but I couldn’t give more than what I had already offered.“Seth, what else do you want me to say?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm, though the frustration was creeping in. “That’s all I can tell them right now.”“How about actually giving them a detailed answer to the questions they asked? Because what I heard in there was barely an answer,” Seth shot back, his tone sharp, surprising me with the edge in his words.I stopped walking and turne
Akira’s POVI stared at the passage for the fifth time, my eyes scanning the same line over and over again, but the more I read, the less sense it made. The words seemed to blur together, confusing me even more. I thought I understood what it was saying at first, but now it felt like I was missing something important. I tried again, my eyes focusing on the words: “Dolph, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, marked and claimed her, and from that moment, they were able to read each other’s thoughts.”I blinked, unsure if I had read that correctly. This was the first time I had heard about a wolf being able to read their mate's thoughts after marking them. My mother had mentioned the process of marking and claiming before, but she had never said anything about this—about being able to access each other's thoughts. She had only told me that my mate might want to mark or claim me, depending on whether we were compatible as chosen by the Moon Goddess.I flipped the page, hoping for more de
Hunter’s POVI sat in the quiet corner of the restaurant, slowly chewing on my lunch. It was one of those rare moments where I had a little time to myself. I preferred these moments alone, away from the chaos at the estate. As the fork hovered near my mouth, I noticed someone approaching. My senses picked up the familiar scent before my eyes confirmed it. Kestrel.I sighed inwardly, already knowing this wasn’t going to be the peaceful meal I had hoped for. Without invitation, she slid into the seat opposite me, her presence demanding attention. I glanced up briefly, meeting her gaze.“Kestrel,” I acknowledged her name softly and continued eating, pretending I didn’t feel the hesitation building inward me.‘How did she even know I was here?’ I thought, though I kept my face neutral. Kestrel had a way of showing up unannounced, catching me off guard, but this was getting ridiculous.“I didn’t know you were coming to eat,” I said, trying to play it cool, though I already knew why she w
Akira’s POVI paced back and forth in my room, my mind spinning with a million thoughts. Questions swirled around my head, and none of them had answers. Was Hunter even around? Could he be in his office, his room, or the study?Every time I thought about confronting him, doubt crept in. Was I making a mistake? Was I about to throw myself into something that would only end in heartbreak? I didn’t know, but the confusion was eating me alive.I had been seeing less and less of Hunter around the estate lately. He was always gone, always busy; probably avoiding me of course. If I had to be honest with myself; that realization stung. After wrestling with my thoughts for what felt like hours, I finally decided to find him. Maybe he was in his room.As I made my way down the hallway, anxiety twisted in my gut. But before I could reach Hunter’s door, it swung open, and Kestrel walked out. She was carrying a small bag, her face puffy and red like she had been crying. My heart skipped. Why wa
Hunter’s POVIt was past 10 p.m. when I finally walked into my estate. The night was cool, and everything was calm, just the way I liked it. The guards were on their evening lookout, and I could see a few of my men talking and laughing in the distance, some of the pack lived. The other mini estate.Normally, I would have joined them, sat down for a chat before calling it a night, but not today. Today, all I wanted was to get inside, slip into my room, and be alone. It had been a long day—longer than usual.The business meetings were exhausting. One deal after another, shaking hands with people who wanted more from me than I could give. But what drained me the most was my interaction with Kestrel. Dealing with her always left me feeling like I had just run a epic uphill.The unexpected interaction with her this afternoon had left my mind was heavy, my body tired. All I know now is that, Kestrel who seems to be my favorite person, now hates me.Inside the estate, the silence was a relie
Akira’s POV"I don’t want you. I can never mark you."Hunter’s words echoed in my head like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake off.Sitting on the edge of my bed, I buried my face in my hands, my body wracked with sobs. The pain was unbearable, and as if reliving the moment brought fresh agony, tears flooded my eyes once more. How much does he hate me? I wondered. How much does he despise me so much?My body trembled as I curled over, pressing my face to my knees, trying to muffle the sound of my crying. Sleep was impossible.How could anyone sleep after hearing such cruel words?Hunter’s rejection was a sharp blade, cutting me deeper every time I replayed his voice in my mind. I had rushed back to my room after leaving his, barely able to hold it together. This room—the only place I could call mine in this sprawling estate—was where I could break down like this without anyone seeing.I had to be quiet though.Brielle, was sleeping in the room next to mine, she would be getting up fo
Hunter’s POVI stood up and walked to the door, then turned back to the bed again. This was the third time I had done this since Akira left my room a few minutes ago. My mind was a mess, trying to replay everything that had happened between us. Her words, her tears—they wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Did she really mean it? Did she truly want me to claim her, to mark her as mine?It was the last thing I expected to hear from her. I knew she had been feeling remorseful after everything that had happened, but this? I never imagined she would go this far. I wanted to believe her, but was she saying it out of desperation, or did she genuinely want me? In as much as I wanted to claim her, to make her mine, I didn’t want her to feel like she had to do it just to win me over.The truth is, she didn’t need to win me over. She already had me. I had feelings for her, feelings I most times can’t control. The way she said she would stand by me, support me, even with the operation sweep mission…d
Akira’s POVI opened my eyes slowly, blinking as I adjusted to the morning light reflecting in the room. The room looked strange, different from what I was used to. I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was. It took me a moment, but then I realized—I was in Hunter’s room. My heart raced. How did I end up here?I turned my head, and there he was—Hunter—lying next to me, staring right at me with a playful smirk on his face. Before I could even react, a startled scream escaped my lips.Hunter burst into laughter. "For someone who wandered to the memorial ground in the dead of night, I didn’t expect you to be this jumpy," he teased, his eyes full of mischief.I looked at him and quickly looked away, not because I was mad at him for startling me, but because; damn! he looked so handsome this morning. He was shirtless, his muscular body on full display, and I couldn’t help but admire how perfect he looked. His skin, his arms, the way his muscles flexed as he laughed—it was almos
Akira’s POVI stood by the window of my room, dressed in my wedding gown; something I had once thought I might never wear. The white fabric felt cool against my skin, flowing down to the floor in elegant waves. The sun outside was setting, forming warm golden hues over the trees and hills. It was the perfect backdrop for the ceremony Hunter and I had decided on— a wedding in the heart of the estate, surrounded by our pack.I couldn’t stop smiling. The happiness that had been radiating from me since the moment Hunter proposed refused to fade. Everything felt… right. The pack was thriving, and after months of challenges and uncertainty, the members now looked at me as their Luna.When did that happen? Was it when I stood up to Jackson’s men and rescued the kidnapped school children? Or was it the day I killed Jackson myself, ending his trafficking business? Maybe it was when August confessed to the crimes I had been wrongfully accused of. I wasn’t sure exactly when the shift occurred
Hunter’s POVThe flower room was where I always found Akira when she needed a different kind of solace. It was her sanctuary— and, over time, it became mine too. The scent of roses, in full bloom, mixed with the faint traces of her unique floral aroma. This room was more than just a collection of beautiful flowers; it held the memories of us. We had laughed here, fought here, and even shared our most intimate moments. It was the one place where we could be ourselves without interruptions from pack members, guards, or the chaos of leadership.With two glasses of blood wine in my hands, I entered the room, a smile tugging at my lips. Akira was seated on the wooden bench surrounded by cascading vines of red and pink roses. Her eyes were closed as she took in a deep breath of the fragrant air, a small, contented smile curving her lips.I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching her; my mate. How did I get so lucky to have someone like her?“Enjoying yourself?” I teased, s
Akira’s POVHunter and I prepared for the council meeting even though the atmosphere was tensed. It was the first time in years that he and the Council of Older Alphas were in agreement over anything. For once, the council wasn’t against us, and this time, the stakes were higher than ever.They had come to us in desperation, pleading for help to stop Alpha Lupin—my father. According to them, Lupin had grown more dangerous, killing four older alphas who dared to stand against him. They called him a tyrant, a rogue disguised as a leader, but I didn’t need their words to convince me.I had seen it with my own eyes. The memory of my father’s hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me, still haunted my dreams. The man I had once admired as a little girl had turned into a monster, and now, the entire werewolf community feared him.Hunter, however, was hesitant to get involved. When the council approached us, their desperation clear, Hunter had outright refused. "These are the sa
Akira’s POVThe morning light filtered through my bedroom window as I stared at the message on my phone for the seventh time that day.“Hello baby girl, it’s Dad. Can you please come home? I miss you and wish to see you. Love, Dad.”I sighed, the words blurring as I read them again. It wasn’t the first message I had received from him, but it was the first one I seriously considered answering. The last time I saw my father— alive and breathing— I had frozen in fear. The café where we had met had felt like a dream, a surreal encounter with a ghost from my past.Hunter’s words echoed in my mind from the other night under the oak tree. At least he’s alive. That should bring you peace.Was it peace? I didn’t know anymore. I was glad I hadn’t pulled the trigger that night, but knowing what my father had done, maybe I should have. The lives he ruined, the people he hurt— those memories haunted me. But I wasn’t the one to pass judgment on his life.Still, I had questions. I needed answers— no
Hunter’s POVThe cool evening breeze brushed against my face as I stood in the middle of the memorial grounds. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, mingling with the subtle hint of tension that seemed to pulse from the men standing behind me. They were all here— every pack member I could summon at a moment’s notice.They were confused, of course.Meetings like this were typically held in the hall, not out here among the graves of our fallen brothers and sisters. Some assumed I had gathered them here to honor those we’d lost, but that wasn’t the reason.My eyes scanned the quiet land that has the ashes of each one of the pack member remembering the lives we’d buried. Here was a reminder of the failures that had led us here. But tonight wasn’t about mourning.It was about justice.It had been over an hour since I sent word for August to meet us, and, as usual, he was late. I gritted my teeth.He always made a show of being unreachable, of having something more imp
Hunter’s POVThe night was calm, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the old oak tree under which Akira often sat. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the pack's territory. The chilly air was soothing, but I doubted it could ease the storm inside me.I hadn’t found Akira in our room earlier, but I knew where she’d be. The oak tree had always been her refuge— a place where she could think. As I walked toward it, my mind replayed the shocking revelations Adolf had shared.I knew tonight’s conversation would be heavy, and I hoped the peaceful night would soften the blow.When I reached the tree, there she was, sitting on the swing attached to one of its sturdy branches. Her dark hair swayed in the breeze, and her hands rested limply on her lap. She was lost in thought, so much so that she didn’t even notice me approach.I stepped closer and sat beside her, the creak of the wooden swing breaking the silence. I turned to look at her, and my chest tensed. Her fa
Hunter’s POVI sat in the corner of the faintly lit pub, my hood pulled low over my face. The smell of stale beer and fried food mixed with the faint tang of sweat and spilled liquor in the air. It was noisy, crowded, and the last place anyone would expect to find me—Hunter Silver, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.I hated being here. Not just because it was beneath me, but because it was dangerous. Any one of my enemies could be watching, ready to strike. But Adolf had insisted on meeting here, saying he had critical information about the spy in my pack. It wasn’t every day someone dared to exploit me, and I wanted to see if he was bluffing.I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. One hour late. My patience was wearing thin. If Adolf doesn’t show up soon, I’m dragging his sorry ass here myself, I thought, clenching my jaw.The occasional whispers and stolen glances from the people sitting and drinking in the pub annoyed me. Some of the people there had recognized me bu
Akira’s POVI sat cross-legged on my bed, staring blankly at the open book in my lap. The words on the page blurred together, no matter how hard I tried to focus. I must have read the same paragraph ten times, but nothing stuck. I find myself reading the same passage close to ten times. My brain was like an empty cavern, unable to process anything.It wasn’t the book’s fault. My thoughts were consumed by the nightmare I’d had last night. Or was it a dream? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it had shaken me to my core.Hunter had tried to reassure me. “Dreams are just your mind playing tricks, you should pay more attention on it,” he’d said earlier, pulling me close as I recounted the strange experience. But no matter how many times he said it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream meant something. And aside what it truly meant, everything thing in that dream felt real, especially when my father was stabbing those women, those helpless women who did nothing wrong to him. Com
August’s POVThe transformation was startling. I stood by the door, watching Alpha Lupin comb his fingers through his now neatly trimmed hair, gathering it into a bun that gave him a sharp, almost regal look.He had trimmed his once unruly beard, and the wildness that had consumed him in the cave was now masked beneath a calculated exterior. Yet, his eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—still burned with the same ruthlessness that had once made him the most feared name in our world.It wasn’t his appearance that commanded respect; it was the aura that clung to him, dark and unyielding. He wasn’t just an alpha—he was a force of nature, the kind that toppled hierarchies and sent seasoned wolves cowering.“Looking good,” I said with a sly grin, arms crossed as I leaned against the wall.Lupin turned to me, his lips curling in a faint smirk. “Good enough to reclaim what’s mine?”“More than,” I replied. My chest swelled with pride. Today was the day I proved my loyalty—and my cunning.The counc