Alpha Jackson POVI tossed the girl around again, making sure the buyers could get a good look at her. She was young, about 16, and in good shape. She would bring in a lot of money, especially for an experienced trafficker like the old man standing before me. But like always, selling them was the hardest part. Everyone wanted a good deal, but no one wanted to pay for high quality.“Oh, come on,” I said, my voice smooth, almost rehearsed. “Look at her! She's strong, able-bodied, and perfect for a variety of tasks. Put her on the streets, and you’ll be making hundreds, if not thousands, every week. You’ll have your investment back in no time.”The old Phil gave me a skeptical look, tossing the girl around like she was a piece of meat. She cringed, but kept her head bowed, clearly scared. “I’ll give you 30,000 usd,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ve got more to buy today; she won’t be the only one.”I tightened my jaw. Old Phil had been doing business with me for over ten years, and while I
Hunter’s POVI was deep into my press-up routine, sweat dripping off my brow as I powered through my 457th repetition. Afternoon exercise like this, can so satisfying yet painful.Every muscle in my body screamed, but the pain was a welcome distraction. It helped me focus, to prepare myself mentally and also to put my body back in shape. As I pushed myself to the limit, I caught a glimpse of Seth walking towards me, that usual grin plastered on his face.“You need to give yourself a break, or you’ll end up breaking a bone,” Seth joked, folding his arms as he stopped a few feet away from me.“If you haven’t broken a bone, then you haven’t even started,” I shot back with a grin, pushing myself up for another rep. “That’s the fun part, isn’t it?”Seth laughed. “Don’t let Dr. Dennis see you like this, though. That old man will wear himself out worrying about you.”I laughed with him. It was true; Dr. Dennis treated me like I was made of glass, always fussing over every scrape and bruise e
Akira’s POVThe days was dragging slowly, as usual, but something between Hunter and me had changed. Our relationship had gotten closer, much closer. Conversations between us no longer felt tense, and I found myself talking freely with him. More often than not, I forgot the reason I was here; to be his informant. That reality haunted me, especially at moments like this. It was the same worry that had plagued me the night Hunter saw me by the flower house. He had asked me what was on my mind, and I had wanted so badly to tell him the truth: that being an informant was killing me, that it was tearing me apart because I was so attracted to him. But instead, I lied, telling him that the newness of our relationship was what weighed on me.I had promised myself I would stop him the next time he tried to kiss me. But every time he touched me, every time his lips met mine, all my thoughts vanished. My body craved his touch, and even though we had never had sex but only romance, the tension
Kestrel’s POVI had been sitting on Hunter’s bed for hours, waiting for him. Eight long hours. The guard had told me he will be back soon, but it was obvious that was a lie. I tried calling him, over and over again, but he ignored every call. Eventually, his phone just switched off, and with each attempt, the rejection stung deeper.Hunter would never have done this to me before. He was never the type to dismiss me so easily, to treat me like I was nothing. I just don’t want to jump into conclusion, but I told myself to be patient. No matter how long it took, I would wait. I wasn’t going anywhere. I needed to see him. I pulled all my clothes and remain there naked.I glanced around the room, this familiar place where we had shared so many intimate moments. His scent still lingered in the air, the memory of our steamy nights together filling my mind. But tonight wasn’t about rekindling that old flame. It wasn’t about trying to make him fall for me all over again. I just wanted him to
Akira’s POVYesterday was a whirlwind of emotions— so much happened, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. It started out sweet, with that little picnic with Hunter, where everything seemed almost perfect. But then, in the blink of an eye, it turned into something darker.The shock of hearing that my father killed Gwen, the woman Hunter loved, still hasn’t settled. And then, to make things worse, I walked in on Kestrel naked, practically locked in an erotic moment with Hunter. That image of Kestrel, all over him had hurts more than I expected.I didn’t sleep much last night.My mind wouldn’t even let me rest. I kept tossing and turning, replaying everything Hunter said about Gwen and my father.So many questions was on my mind. Why did my father kill her? Was it out of hatred for Hunter? Was there some old grudge that spiraled into murder or was it something more personal?It’s hard to believe my father, the man who raised me, could be capable of something so cruel. Sure, h
Akira’s POVBy the time I entered Lisa’s room, I was beyond exhausted— emotionally and physically drained. Without saying a word, I collapsed on her bed, letting out a long sigh. Today had taken so much out of me, and I just wanted to disappear into the soft covers and forget about everything.Lisa was sitting at her vanity, brushing her long hair slowly, humming a tune to herself. She paused for just a second when she glanced at me through the mirror, and with one look, she knew something was wrong.“You know, Akira, you really need to start learning how to express yourself,” Lisa said, turning slightly in her chair to look at me. “Not everyone can read your expression, no matter how obvious you think it is.” She gave me a teasing smile as she spoke.I groaned softly and sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Lisa rolled her eyes dramatically before adding with a chuckle, “And please, if I dare ask what’s wrong, don’t tell me ‘nothing.’ I don’t have the persistence of August.”
Akira’s POVI approached Hunter’s office, and wondered if he was still there, or if I will see Kestrel there too; naked Kestrel. My mind was a whirlwind of doubts, but I needed to push them aside, at least for now.Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Hunter sat at his desk, immersed in some paperwork. His intense focus faltered when he saw me, and he smiled softly.“Hey, Doll,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I wasn’t expecting you. How are you?”I forced a smile. “I’m fine.”But I wasn’t. And Hunter could tell. His eyes narrowed slightly, reading me in that way he always did.“What’s wrong, Doll?”I walked closer, trying to hid the conflicting emotions that are bearing down on me. I wasn’t sure if I was really ready for what I was about to say. But I had to. “I came to apologize,” I began, my voice sounding more unsure than I intended. “For my father… for whatever pain he caused you.”Although, I said the word, but there was a pa
Akira’s POVThe moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Hunter’s study. The room was filled with a calm, cozy silence, the aftermath of our intense night still lingering in the air. I lay there, tangled in Hunter’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine. We were both naked, our breaths heavy and in sync, as if our bodies were still attuned to each other. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his grip on me was tight, like he didn’t want to let me go.Despite the serenity of the moment, my mind was racing. I had come here with a purpose, a mission of my own. Yet, after everything that had just happened, it felt almost impossible to bring it up. How could I, when all I wanted to do was bask in this strange feeling of comfort with him? But I had to. I needed answers.Hunter broke the silence first. “Hope I wasn’t too rough on you?” His deep voice rumbled in the quiet room, and I could feel the concern laced in his tone.I wasn’
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