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 POVThe moment I entered my room, I had no time to waste. I rushed to the drawer where I had hidden the burner phone with a bunch and quickly dialed Alpha Jackson’s number. The phone rang, and almost immediately, he picked up."I was beginning to think you’d never turn this phone on," Jackson’s voice boomed through the line. "You understand that this phone is supposed to stay on 24/7 for easy communication and emergencies..."I rolled my eyes, barely able to hold back my frustration. I didn’t call to get a lecture. I needed to warn him. "Alpha Jackson," I snapped, cutting him off before he could go any further. "I’m not here for a sermon, can you hold that for some time?"There was a pause, and I could feel his temper flaring through the silence. "No, you listen, young lady," he snapped back, clearly irritated by my tone. "If you think you’re going to be helpful, then maybe start by following instructions""Enough!" I cut him off again, not wanting to let his bad mood ruin my
Akira’s POVWhile I was still replaying my conversation with Jackson on my head, just then, the door to my room creaked open, and I saw Lisa step in. It was well past midnight, and I thought she had already gone to bed. Seeing her startled me.“Lisa? What’s wrong?” I asked, watching as she quietly sat on the edge of my bed. She looked at me with a serious expression, her usual warm demeanor nowhere to be found.She sighed deeply, making me sit up straighter. “What is it?” I asked with a nervous smile, trying to lighten the mood, but Lisa didn’t return it. Instead, she looked like she had something heavy weighing on her mind.“Akira,” she began, her voice low and hesitant. “I overheard your conversation with Alpha Jackson.”My heart skipped a beat. How much had she heard? I stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.“I don’t think you should’ve told him about Hunter’s plan to attack his home,” she said bluntly. I blinked, confusion swirling in my chest. “Jackson… I believe he’s into th
Akira’s POVI stared at my phone for the eleventh time, frustration bubbling inside me. Jackson wasn’t answering, and that had never happened before. Normally, he’d pick up within two or three rings, no matter the situation. Something felt wrong. Deep down, I knew it, like a cold knot tightening in my stomach.Lisa tried to reassure me, her voice calm despite the tension. “I don’t think you should worry. Maybe he’s just not expecting your call again so soon. You just spoke with him a few minutes ago.”I wished I could believe her, but the unease gnawed at me. I dialed Jackson’s number again, pressing the phone to my ear. As it rang, I was suddenly jolted by a loud, thunderous noise from outside. I flinched and turned to Lisa.“Did you hear that?” I asked, my heart pounding.Lisa nodded, her eyes wide with surprise. I wasn’t imagining it. Something was definitely off. We both sat still, listening for any more sounds, but everything went silent again. Just as I started to think it was n
Akira’s POVAs soon as Jackson's car sped out of the compound, another vehicle; a minibus pulled in right behind it. I could see the men inside, rough and ruthless.They immediately started shoving the female servants into the back of the bus. There men were about eight in numbers, and I knew I was severely outnumbered. But sitting back and doing nothing was not an option.I rushed toward them, determined to pull those women out, but I was met with fists and kicks. They beat me down, making me stumble and fall, but I kept getting back up, trying to fight my way through. Every blow they landed on me only fueled my desperation. I couldn’t let these women be taken— this was all my fault.I started this mess, and now innocent people were paying for it.Despite all my efforts, the men overpowered me. They shoved the last of the women into the minibus and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, they were gone, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust behind. My body
Seth’s voice echoed through Hunter’s sitting room, filled with pure rage. “I knew it! I wasn’t out of my mind when I suspected you as the culprit! The informant!” he roared, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. “After all, you were the only one with a connection to that old bastard Jackson. But no! Nobody believed me. My suspicions were too absurd!”Even though I knelt there, my head bowed in shame, his words cut through me like knives. I could feel his anger in the air— sharp, searing, suffocating. Seth sounded like he was ready to tear me apart for what I had done, and I didn’t blame him. I deserved every ounce of his fury. After all, I was the one who had foolishly trusted Jackson. I told him everything and he invited himself into Hunter’s home, leading to this massacre; these bloody massacre.As Seth continued to bark and rage, one thing stood out to me— the silence from one person. Hunter’s silence. He hadn’t said a word since Seth had his men drag me to the sitting roo
Seth POVHunter's words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t stop staring at him, my disbelief turning into frustration. He was facing away, his silhouette framed against the window of his study. He looked like a statue— cold and unmoving— but I could see the tension in his shoulders. It had to be a mistake, a trick of my ears, so I spoke again, forcing myself to keep calm.“Hunter, are you saying you won’t punish her for this?” I asked, my voice tight with controlled anger. “You know the punishment for this... for what she’s done. It’s death.”I waited for him to respond, to tell me I was wrong, that he would see reason. But he only turned slightly, his voice low and filled with a pain that I hadn’t seen in him in a long time.“I know, Seth. I know that I should hang her. But I can’t. And you know very well why.”The words were justified, but I did want to hear them. Of course, I knew the reason. The ancient law was clear: a werewolf could not kill their own mate without dire conseque
Akira’s POVHunter’s silence was tearing me apart. Each day that passed without him confronting me, without him giving me a punishment that matched my crimes, left me more terrified.It wasn’t just the fear of what he might eventually do to me— no, it was the uncertainty. I expected him to lash out, to break me into pieces. That’s the Hunter I knew— the ruthless Alpha who wouldn’t hesitate to bring justice.Yet, here he was, barely acknowledging my existence, and that scared me more than anything.I couldn't figure out his reasons. Why was he being lenient with me?I knew I deserved every ounce of his wrath, but instead, he instructed me to care for the memorial grounds, where the pack members and Lisa were buried. Maybe it was his way of making me face the consequences of my betrayal, forcing me to look at what my actions had caused every single day— a constant reminder of my guilt. But then, why did he also want me to study the history of the Silver Moon pack? What was the point of
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