Akira’s POVI entered Hunter's study after a single knock on the door. I didn’t bother waiting for a response; the excitement bubbling inside me urged me forward.One of the guards had told me that Hunter wanted to see me immediately, and for the first time since I’d come back to his house, he was the one reaching out to me. I had no idea why he had sent for me, but I was eager to find out.Maybe, just maybe, this was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment where we could finally talk, and I could play my game well, without all the cold distance he usually put between us.When I walked into the room, Hunter didn’t bother looking up to see who had entered. He didn’t need to, he probably knew it was me. He wasn’t sitting at the desk like I expected, though.Instead, he was lounging on one of the cushions in the corner of the room, casually sipping from a glass of wine, as if he didn’t
Akira’s POVI couldn't stop thinking about the kiss.It was all-consuming, filling my mind with questions and emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge. What did it mean? Why did he kiss me? And why did he leave so abruptly afterward, as if nothing had happened?But every time I let myself think about it, a part of me recoiled in disgust.This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. This was my first kiss. I have told myself even before I turned eighteen that my first kiss will be so romantic. That I will share it with a man I truly loved, someone who cherished, love and desired me. This was one of the many things I had written in my dairy and hoped it came through. But one of them did.But instead, it was with Hunter—a beast of a man who seemed to take pleasure in the pain of others.How could I have let this happen?Although, the kiss had been so intense that it swept me off my feet, leaving me breathless and confu
Akira’s POVI was fast asleep when a sharp beeping sound jolted me awake, yanking me from the depths of my dream. For a moment, I thought it was part of my dream, some distant noise that would fade away if I just closed my eyes again.But as I groggily opened them and took in the familiar surroundings of the room I shared with Lisa and Brielle, the sound persisted, cutting through the stillness of the night. My mind was still foggy, and I couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from.Lisa stirred in her bed beside mine, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. “What’s that noise?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.The beeping continued, relentless and insistent. I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep, my brain sluggishly piecing together the puzzle. It took me a full ten minutes to understand what was happening. Then it hit me—the burner phone! The one Alpha Jackson had given me to communicate with him whenever he had information for me.Panic set in as I quickly threw off t
Akira’s POVI stood there in the middle of the semi-dark room, the phone still pressed against my ear even though Jackson had dropped the call. While I stood there, I was still, stunned, trying to process everything. Alpha Isaac was dead. His entire family, gone. And it was all because I hadn’t done enough.It was when I lowered the phone from my ear, that I noticed my hands were trembling; probably it was because I was shocked.Jackson’s anger was justified. I had failed but his words kept hitting me hard than I expected. ‘if you don’t start pulling your weight, you’ll be the one standing over their bodies with Hunter by your side.’Was Alpha Jackson trying to imply that If I hadn’t don much, I was a contributor to the anymore death through Hunter in the werewolf community?I only took up this job to save myself and get revenge from for my parents’ death but not to be tagged an accomplice to the death of others. That was the last thing I wanted to my name. But come to think of it,
Hunter’s POVFrom the window of my study, I watched Akira, Lisa, and Brielle walk toward the main mansion. They were carrying their meager belongings from the servant quarters—nothing much, just a few things they had managed to collect over time. They were laughing, talking among themselves as they made their way inside.It was Akira’s smile that caught my attention. She looked so carefree, her laughter echoing as if she hadn’t a single worry in the world. That smile… it was rare. Too rare. Whenever she was with me, it was as if her face was locked in a permanent scowl or a mask of indifference. But here she was, beaming, her joy so palpable that even I, watching from a distance, could feel it.I couldn’t help but focus on her. The way she interacted with Lisa and Brielle, I knew for a fact that they weren’t just her “minions,” as she liked to pretend. She was close to them, closer than she admitted, and that fact alone told me more about her than she would ever openly confess. Des
Hunter’s POVI arrived early to the dinner Akira had arranged, not because I was eager, but because I needed to know what she was up to. Her sudden invitation felt off. Yesterday, she had said she preferred the dinner to be outside under the dogwood tree. I had agreed, even though I found it amusing. Was she trying to create a romantic atmosphere between us?She might have misunderstood my gesture of telling her to move into the main mansion. It wasn’t because I wanted to develop any sort of romantic connection. I simply wanted to keep an eye on her, to monitor her closely, especially her interactions with August and any plans she might be scheming. I’d already told Seth to watch her, but I realized I needed to do more myself.When I reached the place under the tree, I saw her little setup—a simple table and chairs, covered with a plain white cloth. Two candles flickered on the table, casting a soft glow. There was a cart of food covered up, but from the looks of it, she had set up
Akira’s POVI stood in front of the massive mirror in my new room, staring at myself in the reflection. The nightwear I was wearing clung to my body in ways that made me uncomfortable. It was one of the many items in the room’s wardrobe that Hunter had told some servants to fill in—clothes that weren’t mine, but apparently, they were supposed to be now. While I stared in the mirror, I wasn’t examining the lace or the silk of the outfit, though. My mind was too clouded to focus on that.What had I done? How did a simple dinner, something I had planned just to fake being closer to Hunter, turn into this? A sex night? My heart pounded in my chest, faster and harder with every passing second as the realization of what was supposed to happen tonight hit me all over again. My head started to throb from the pressure, and my stomach twisted in knots. Was I really going to lose my virginity to Hunter tonight? That beast of a man?The very thought of it made me want to scream. I wasn’t ready
Akira’s POVI knocked softly on Hunter’s door. My hand was soft on the door but I was feeling my heart race faster like it was on a marathon. When the door swung open, I was instantly taken aback. Hunter stood there, shirtless, wearing only loose pajamas trouser. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped—not from fear this time, but from how striking he looked. His chest, strong and defined, gleamed in the low light. This wasn’t the first time I had seen a glimpse of his body; I remembered the day I’d come to inform him about Brielle’s sickness, but back then, he had been half-covered in a robe. Now, though, nothing obstructed the view, and it was hard to ignore how beautifully sculpted he was.My eyes drifted from his broad chest up to his face, and that’s when I saw it. His lips were curved into a smile. That smile made me even more self-conscious, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew I was blushing, and I hated that he could see it.He must’ve noticed
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